by Celia Aaron
“But this story doesn’t have a happy ending like yours is about to.” I licked my lips and bent down to flick my tongue at her nipple. I sucked it in and moved my teeth against it, pleased when it pearled for me.
I pulled back, enjoying the quick heartbeat at her throat, the flutter that showed me how scared she was.
“It was a set up. He wasn’t in the house. Someone else was, though. He knocked my fucking lights out from behind before pistol whipping the ever-loving shit out of me. I think he cut my face for spite and then left me for dead. Never saw who did it. Found out later it was another merc like me. Calls himself the Phoenix. The fucker already killed the target and took the bounty. Dick. If I ever find him. Game over.” I slid the blade against the lacy edge of her shorts. “Lucky for you, I survived. And here we are.”
I slipped the knife under the fabric, cutting through the thin material before gripping and pulling her shorts completely off.
“Hey! I’m almost finished. Hold the fuck still,” Jax grated from the floor.
I did hold still. I was mesmerized by her cunt. Totally bare skin. Gorgeous pink. She tried to cross her legs, to hide it from me. I clamped my hand down on her thighs and pushed. Then thought better of it and pulled them apart. Sweet Jesus at her pussy lips, frilled, begging for my mouth. Somehow, she was wet. I could see the slight gleam of her honey welling up and coating her. I looked up to her eyes for a split second. She was biting her lip and a tremor shook her, the cuffs rattling.
“Not wearing any panties, princess? Like a little slut? Jax, you have to see this. Princess is wet as fuck right now.”
She whimpered and tried to push her legs closed. Not a chance. Not even close.
He popped his head over the mattress and got the same view I was enjoying. “Son of a bitch.”
He stood and deftly unbuckled his belt before shucking his pants and boxers to the floor.
“I need to stitch you first, man.” I did. It was true. But I also wanted the first taste. The first thrust into her sweet pussy.
“Fuck that.” He climbed onto the bed and winced. “Shit. . . Yeah. Stitch me. Wait. . .” He pulled the keys from the bedside table and uncuffed her from the bed, turned her around, and recuffed her so she was on her knees. “I have an idea.”
She had ink on her back, some sort of a brilliant bird done in golds and blues. Jax palmed her plump ass, making me tear my eyes from the tattoo and watch what he was doing.
Oh, shit. He was about to steal it. “Are you—”
“Yep.” He smiled and moved her hips to the side before lying down on his back. Then he guided her back on top of him, her legs spread. Her pussy right on his face. He was making her queen him right in front of me.
“Sew me up,” he said and buried his tongue in her cunt.
Motherfucker.
Chapter Five
Jax
She squealed when I stabbed my tongue inside her tight pussy and tried to scramble off me. I slapped her plump ass, one hand on each cheek, until she stopped trying to escape my mouth. I guided her back to where I wanted her.
“Please don’t.” Her whispered plea.
It did no good. I’d already gotten a taste of her sweetness. Now I wanted it coated all over my face, covering my chin, in my mouth.
“Fuck you,” Liam grumbled and began sewing me up. Fast, too fast. It was going to leave a messy scar.
I didn’t give a shit. This bitch’s taste on my tongue made me forget whatever else was going on. I gripped her thighs, pulling her pussy even tighter against me. I opened my mouth wide, running my lips against hers. She tensed on top of me, still intent on fighting. I slapped her ass again for good measure.
She hitched in a breath at the pain blooming along her cheeks. I drew my hand away to hit her again, and she gave up, letting her legs open fully. Finally gave me the access I wanted. I slid my tongue against her hot pink flesh, from her hole to her clit. Her taste — pussy, sweat, and something sweet. I swallowed it down, wanting every last drop.
I licked the hood away from her clit and fastened my lips on it, sucking until it grew in my mouth. She didn’t move on top of me. Not yet. She would. I kept one hand on her ass and ran the other down to feel the tight pucker of her asshole. I stroked it slowly, making circles around the ridged skin. She was so tight there. I was going to experience just how tight. My cock jumped at the thought.
I sucked and nipped at her clit. She made small noises in her throat and gripped the headboard tight. I was getting to her. I swirled my tongue around and around before furiously licking her, keeping frantic pressure on her sensitive spot. Her hips jerked. I rubbed her sore ass cheeks, rewarding her for moving against me.
“Done.” Liam said. Record time and no doubt a sloppy job. It would do.
I kept licking and sucking, her hips making small movements against me. She was panting now. Liam moved to her side and pulled back on her hair before kissing her hard. I drew some wetness from her pussy with my finger and coated her asshole with it before edging a fingertip inside. Her hips rocked against me harder, pressing her swollen clit into my mouth. Good girl.
Liam uncuffed one of her hands and guided it down to his cock. “That’s it princess.”
I sank my finger into her ass up to my first knuckle. Her smooth skin squeezed me as I continued drinking in her honey. She was moving differently now, her hand on Liam’s cock, stroking him as she ground her hips against me. I dug my tongue into her hot cunt, feeling it grow tighter and tighter. She was almost there.
My cock demanded to be inside her but I wanted to feel her come on my face first. I withdrew from her entrance and attacked her delicious clit. I sucked it hard before flicking it with my tongue. She moaned. That sound. Fucking hell, that sound. My cock leaked pre-cum, a small stream down the side of my shaft. I was going to bury myself balls deep in Charlotte Perkins. Right after she came for me.
I stopped flicking and ran my whole tongue against her clit. Then I sank my finger deep into her ass. She jerked and moaned louder before pumping her hips against my face, moaning to the ceiling as she came. Her ass squeezed my finger, inviting it in even farther. Her tits bounced above me as she rode my face. The sexiest thing I’d ever seen. She slowed and stopped, hanging her head.
“Nothing to be ashamed of, Charlotte.”
Her breaths came hard and fast.
I pushed her over toward Liam and sat up.
I uncuffed her other hand and positioned her to face him and so that her pussy was front and center for my cock. Her ass was up in the air, the cheeks reddened from my hard slaps. I gripped her hips and pulled her back so she could feel my shaft against her.
She quaked.
“Scared, Charlotte?”
She didn’t answer.
I slapped her ass again, two hard slaps on each side. I wanted to get my belt, to really make her scream. But I couldn’t bear to leave her wet pussy unattended. It should have already been dripping with my cum.
“Y-yes.” Throaty sex in a sound.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet.” I positioned my head against her wet opening and shoved inside.
She cried out. From pain or pleasure, I didn’t care. I just knew that my dick had never been in a tighter, hotter pussy.
I groaned and stayed still until I was sure I wouldn’t shoot my load too soon.
Liam knee walked to her, his cock waggling in front of her face. “Suck me, princess. And you better not waste what I’m about to give you. I want it all down your throat. Understand? If you spit so much as a fucking drop, I’m going to whip your ass raw.”
She whimpered.
“God, I love that sound. Open up, princess.” She obeyed and he dug his fingers into her hair, pulling her mouth onto his shaft.
“Fuck,” he groaned and pushed his cock inside until she sputtered.
I gripped her hips and started a rhythm, slow so I could enjoy her longer. Not that I wouldn’t fuck her again. We weren’t letting her go until our cum was dripping fro
m every hole she had.
“She’s so tight, brother. So—fucking—tight.” I punctuated each word with a hard thrust into her. She was so wet that my thick dick slipped in and out. “Fucking slut loves it. Her cunt is dripping for me.”
She put a hand on Liam’s thigh to steady herself. Her back was a work of art. She’d dropped some serious cash for the large, ornate bird that spanned her flawless skin.
Liam yanked her hair. “Look at me, princess. Don’t close your eyes. I want to see you when I fill your mouth with cum. You love it, dirty little whore.”
I picked up my pace and shoved in balls deep. She took me. I leveraged into her, watching her body ricochet off my cock and lodging Liam even more deeply between her lips. Wet sounds from her mouth made my cock kick inside her, ready to release. My balls drew up tight as I fucked her harder and harder. The slapping sound if skin on skin was an erotic soundtrack.
My dick plunged in, owning her pussy. She couldn’t do anything but accept it. She was pinned between two killers, taking every inch of us.
Liam was drawn tight as a bow string. His dark ink was taut across the muscles of his tan chest. He was trying not to come, but this bitch was making it too good, too hot.
I bent over her and grabbed her tits. They filled my hands. Soft, but not too soft. Natural. Her nipples were hard, like fucking pencil erasers. I rolled them between my thumb and forefinger until she moaned around Liam’s cock.
“You like that, Charlotte?” I released one soft orb and slid my fingers over her stomach and down to her pussy lips.
I stroked her. She bucked beneath us, pushing back onto my cock before I thrust her back onto Liam’s dick.
“Fuck yes,” Liam said, his eyes locked with hers.
I stroked her hard, too hard, but I was close. I wanted her to come with me. I wanted her milking me as I spilled into her hungry cunt. Her moaning grew louder as I swirled and stroked, playing her clit and still fucking her hard. She tensed, her walls clenching me. A moan came from low in her throat.
“Goddamn, princess,” Liam said on a labored breath. He gave two more hard thrusts into her mouth and yelled as he came.
I slammed into her tight pussy again and again. Then her walls started pulsing around my shaft and she moved wildly beneath me. I couldn’t wait any longer. I hit the edge of my release and it was like the first hit of heroin. Euphoric. Addictive.
Jets of hot cum lashed out of me, coating every inch of pink inside her. I ground into her until my cock had no more to give and then I ground some more. I hated pulling out of her, my cum following in a slick trail. Her pussy lips were pink, swollen, and coated with my seed. Perfect.
CHAPTER SIX
Liam
I pulled my cock from her mouth. She pressed her lips against me as I slid out. Felt like heaven.
“Getting every last drop, aren’t you princess?”
Her eyes were upturned, still watching my chest, my face.
When the tip came out she swallowed. My dick was sucked clean. Nothing left inside or out. This was one hot fucking princess.
Jax sat back on his haunches and ran a hand through his close-cropped dark hair. “She’s the best we’ve every shared, isn’t she?”
“Without a doubt.” We’d shared plenty. A different one every job. Hell, every night in certain cities. Fuck ‘em and leave ‘em. This one, though. This one. I wanted to collar her. Make her serve only Jax and me from here on out.
I pulled her chin. “Say my name.”
Her eyes were defiant. My dick came back to life. We hadn’t broken her. Not yet. We would.
I fisted her hair and yanked her up. Her lips were still bruised from when I’d kissed and fucked her mouth. “I said, say my fucking name, you filthy whore. I know you know it.”
Jax bent over and spread her ass cheeks apart. She let out a breath when his mouth met her asshole. I twisted my wrist, pulling her hair until I knew it stung from the tears welling up in her eyes. “Say it.”
“Liam,” she breathed. Sweet music.
I let go of her hair and took her hands and placed them on my shoulders. Then I ran my palms against her sides and up to the curves of her tits. She shuddered. I didn’t know if it was from my touch or Jax’s tongue. I hoped it was the former. Her eyes closed for a moment. They flew open again before I had to discipline her. Too bad.
“I’m getting in that pink.” I moved to the side so I was sitting against the headboard. I pulled her over with me.
Jax growled at me for taking away his plaything. I didn’t blame him.
“Once she’s on my dick, do whatever. I just need to feel that heat first.” I took her upper arms in my hands and lifted her to straddle me.
“No.” She tried to twist away.
Jax was behind her in a split second. He wrapped his arms around to her front and squeezed her tits. Hard. So hard.
She screamed and tried to elbow Jax. Big mistake. I just leaned back and watched, stroking my cock for the show.
“Charlotte.” Jax was matter of fact even as he wrestled her into his arms. “You’ve brought this on yourself. I wasn’t going to do it. I really wasn’t.” He shot a grin at me. Liar. He wrapped his forearm around her neck, giving just enough pressure to make her still. “But now you’ve gone and begged for it. So I’ll have to give it to you like you need.”
He sat down hard on the edge of the bed and pulled her across his lap. She was fighting again. Scratching, biting, saying words I was surprised she knew. He laughed and reached down to the floor. I knew what he was doing. I licked my lips in anticipation. Her ass was towards me. I could see the frills of her inner lips peeking out. They were wet, plump.
He pushed her back down and pinned her stomach against his thighs before digging his elbows into her back. Another scream that made my dick jump against my hand.
He made one loop with the belt. Once he had the length he wanted, he let up with his elbows and slammed his left hand down on her upper back with a crack. Then he let loose.
It was a beautiful sight. Lash after lash with his belt as she screamed and jerked against the leather. The crack of each stroke was heady and punctuated with her throaty cries. I stroked my shaft faster with each stroke, with each line of sweet red along her skin.
She struggled. Jax’s large palm ensured she wasn’t going anywhere. Her cunt quivered with the strikes, making me want to lick her until she felt nothing except my tongue.
After a dozen hits or so, she stilled and went limp. Her beautiful ass was made even more perfect with the glow from the belt. Jax stayed his hand once she settled down.
He rubbed her ass, dulling the sting. “Are you going to behave, Charlotte?”
“Y-yes.” Her voice barely reached my ears.
He lifted her easily and moved her back astride me. A tear escaped and ran down her flushed cheek. I wiped it away and licked it from my fingertip. “Aw, Jax. You made her cry.”
“Good.” He straddled my knees and pulled her head to the side before latching his mouth to her graceful neck.
Her nipples were a ruddy pink. I didn’t want to see them anymore. I wanted to taste them. To gorge myself on them. I leaned forward and did just that, palming one and kissing along the underside of the other. I kept kissing around the swell until I reached the stiff tip. I sucked it into my mouth and bit down lightly. Jax snaked a hand down to her pussy, splitting her lips with his index and ring finger and using the middle one to show me her clit.
One look down at her open cunt and that was it. I had to have it.
I leaned back and gripped her hips, pulling her forward. I hissed when her slick folds hit my head. I lifted her a little more and poised my tip right at her entrance. Jax moved his hands to her shoulders and pushed down, impaling her on my cock. She and I were face to face.
Fuck yes. She was so tight and slick, like a greased fist.
She closed her eyes and bit her lip. When she opened them, I didn’t see fear there. I saw something else. Something unexpected. H
eat.
“Work me, princess. Up and down like a good girl.”
Jax bit and licked her neck, her shoulders. She began to move, slowly at first. She cheated, too, rubbing her clit against me instead of working my whole shaft. Filthy slut wanted to get off again. I wanted her to, wanted her screaming.
Jax wrapped his hand around her neck, squeezing and guiding her to look back at him. She turned her head to the side and he took her lips. Kissing her roughly as she rode my cock. His tongue slipped inside, wet and searching. I palmed one tit and stared down at where she worked my shaft into her. I moved my one free hand under her thigh so she got more lift, sliding up and down on me like a goddamn carousel pony.
All my nerve endings were focused on her. Her body, her noises. I wanted to stamp her, make her mine, put my brand on her ass like the piece of property she was. She definitely needed a collar.
Jax broke their kiss. “I need to be inside her. Anywhere. I’d prefer …” He slid his hand down to her ass. “Here.”
Her blue eyes pinned me.
“First time in the ass, princess?”
She nodded and kept sliding up and down.
“Jax will be gentle, won’t you Jax?”
He arched an eyebrow at me in an are-you-fucking-kidding-me? look. I tilted my chin up at him in a c’mon look.
He shrugged. “Uh, yeah, I’ll be gentle. . . At first.”
I lifted my hips with her on top so she slammed down even more soundly onto my cock. I groaned from the pressure and moved down the bed so I was lying on my back.
“Don’t stop, princess.”
She put her small hands next to my head and kept riding me. Jax spit in his hand and rubbed her ass. She moaned as he dipped his fingers inside her. I couldn’t keep my hands off her tits, rubbing the pad of my thumb over her nipples, squeezing the supple mounds.
