by Krista Wolf
The man’s mouth turned upwards a little, into the smallest beginnings of a smirk. “Now you’re getting it.”
He ate another piece of chocolate. For a moment I thought he might offer us some, but he tucked the rest away.
“Keep to this understanding,” he went on, “and lose all knowledge and interest in our organization.” His eyes scanned each of us in turn. “Forever.”
He spoke the last word with a strange, almost otherworldly force and authority. Almost the way a hypnotist would snap his fingers and tell someone to sleep.
“In return for this,” the man went on. “Our organization loses all knowledge and interest in you.”
All of a sudden I felt a thousand pounds lighter. Like some crushing weight had been lifted off of me, that I hadn’t even realized was there.
“Agreed?”
I felt amazing. Like I could literally fly.
“Agreed,” I breathed, feeling so giddy I was lightheaded. One by one, the others did too.
“Outstanding,” the man said.
A moment of awkward silence passed, until the man cleared his throat. Randall and Holden had been blocking his way. Now they each jumped to one side, giving him a clear passage from the alley.
As he passed near me however, he stopped.
“I need to say, I’m very sorry about your father.”
His voice was wholly different now. It was heartfelt and genuine. Full of meaning.
“T—Thank you,” I stammered.
“He was a good man. A kind man.” The messenger sighed and shook his head in sorrow. “Much better than Alexander Kyrkos ever deserved.”
His hand slid into his pocket again, with all the speed and finesse of a magician. This time it came out with something other than chocolate: a faded, yellowed envelope.
“This is yours,” he said, and handed it to me.
I was staring down at the word ‘Andrea’, scrawled in flowing black script. Somehow I knew without knowing; the handwriting was my father’s.
“What is it?”
“The passkey for a bank account in Zurich,” the man answered. “Set up in your name.”
A lump began forming in my throat. “By… by…”
“By Benjamin, yes,” the man said sadly. “A long time ago.” He scratched at one of his sideburns. “It’s going to be of… well, let’s just say significant interest.”
The hand I was using to hold the envelope was shaking now. I looked up again, and the man was already walking away.
Just before he reached the edge of the alley, Randall stepped in. “Thanks,” he said, extending his hand.
The man looked down at Randall’s palm like he was seeing an alien life form. Both arms still at his sides, he shook his head.
“No need to shake hands, Mr. Forrester. We’re not friends.” He sniffed again. “In fact, I was never even here.”
Randall stood there uncertainly for a moment, his hand still held out like a statue.
Two steps later, the man left the alley and dissolved into the crowd.
Fifty-Three
ANDREA
My body shifted forward again, as my lover pushed even deeper inside me. He was thick. Wonderfully hard. I wanted to focus on those sensations totally, with every ounce of my being.
Only my attention was already divided… by the smooth cock already buried in my mouth.
God…
I relaxed and went with it anyway. Allowed myself a few selfish moments to enjoy the sensation of being packed so gloriously, deliciously full. Nothing else in the world felt like this. Nothing ever could…
“Mmmmm…”
I moaned as the cock in front of me slid further, all the way to the balls. I could feel them on my lower lip now. Pressing warmly against my chin, as I continued to relax my throat.
The room was dead silent. My world utterly dark. The only senses I still had were touch, and taste, and smell…
Oh God, fuck me harder.
I wanted to scream it, but my mouth was busy. I wanted to buck back against the lover behind me, but that wasn’t part of the rules either. I was to remain still. Remain blindfolded.
Let them do everything.
Gradually, things grew more intense. The lover behind me began pumping away, drilling me in ways I knew would bring me to a quick, violent orgasm. I knew the angle. I knew the rhythm, too. I’d been screwing them long enough to make these little distinctions, even with my hands literally tied behind my back…
I sucked hard, as the cock in front was pulled from my mouth with a wet ‘plop’. I felt the head smeared against my lips. The long shaft, slapped against my face a few times…
“I’m gonna guess that’s Marcus behind me,” I said, still breathless. “And Randall up front.”
I heard muffled laughter. The distinct sounds of swearing.
“That makes her three-for-three,” said Randall, almost admiringly. “How the hell does she know?”
I wanted to tell them it was easy. That I knew Marcus’s thickness anywhere. The gentle curve of Randall’s smooth length. That I knew the special spot Holden always liked to hit, and how only he could drill it out. That they each had different speeds, different rhythms. Different places inside me that were solely, completely theirs.
Someone undid the scarf tying my hands. I could stretch my arms again, but they still left the blindfold on.
God, it was such a fucking turn-on.
“You gonna share or what?” I heard Holden say. Marcus was still behind me. Still plunging in and out of me, only now he was using his hands too. His grip was firm and masculine. No matter how hard he squeezed my hips, I loved every fucking second of it.
We were still on the living room floor, where we’d started. Still spread out in front of the fireplace, in the heart of our beautiful rented bungalow. Though I was blind right now, I could still see it all in my mind’s eye. The soft couches. The plush carpets. And off in one corner, our own recent addition: a freshly-decorated Christmas tree, twinkling colorfully.
There weren’t any presents under the tree though.
Not yet…
It was still unbelievable to me, that this would be it. That Indigo was finished with us, and we could finally stop running. Marcus explained how the organization had grown increasingly disappointed with Kyrkos. He’d fallen out of favor, become a liability.
A liability we’d very neatly taken care of for them.
The truth was, we’d actually done them a favor. They could blame his death on a simple accident, and move on without the need for a more messy resolution. And so could we…
I moaned as I was rolled onto my back. Someone else spread my legs, and a pair of lips pressed against mine. I knew it was Holden even before he sank into me. He was the only one without a beard…
“You good?”
He whispered the words with a sexy roll of his hips. It wasn’t long before he was hitting that special spot.
“Better than ever.”
I sighed into his mouth as he began kissing me deeply, passionately, spreading me open with his hard body. His mouth tasted sweet. His hot breath smelled vaguely of the spiced rum and eggnog we’d shared back at the festival.
“You know we’re going to fuck you all night again, right?”
God, the words always made me melt! Every. Single. Time.
“Uh huh,” I breathed.
“And you know you can tap out,” he said smartly. “Any time you want.”
He punctuated the statement with another roll of his hips. My hands roamed his back, my fingers following every ridge of every muscle.
“Have I ever tapped out?”
He chuckled. “No.”
“Good,” I whispered hotly into his ear. “Because I’m going to drain all three of you dry.”
I nibbled wetly on his earlobe. The reaction was almost instant — I felt his cock jump, somewhere inside me.
“Just like last time,” I went on.
The nibble turned into a bite. Then a lick
.
“Just like every time…”
I slid a hand between us, reaching downward until I could feel the weight of his sack against my palm. Closing my fingers around it, I gave his balls a gentle squeeze.
Two more strokes. That’s as far as he got. Then he gasped into my mouth and pulled out, shoving himself away.
I laughed so loudly the others joined in with me.
“You’re bad,” I heard Holden say. He sounded vaguely wounded. “The worst!”
I imagined him sitting there, holding his dick as hard as he could to keep himself from coming.
“The worst kind of bad?” I asked, mockingly.
I was still laughing around my blindfold when someone else took me.
Randall, by the feel of it.
Two hands grabbed my ankles, pulling them over a pair of smooth shoulders. Another cock burrowed its way through my wetness. It started pumping furiously away, jackhammering me from above.
Yes, definitely him.
I let him go, while clawing the carpet. Allowed him take me and use me, in whichever way he wanted. A mouth closed gently over mine. Another teased my right nipple, pulling it firmly outward from between a pair of soft, furry lips.
“Fuck…”
As if in answer, Randall started screwing me even faster. Holden kept on kissing me. Marcus was tonguing my nipple. Cupping first one breast, then both…
As always, I reveled in it. I arched my back against one of the pillows to enjoy the near-overwhelming, simultaneous pleasure…
The fire felt good on my skin. But I wanted something else…
“Maybe you guys should take me into the bedroom?” I suggested blindly. “And do me properly?”
Again they laughed. But as always, they obliged.
Fifty-Four
ANDREA
I was lifted into the air. Held by at least two or more of them. With the blindfold on, I felt like I was floating away. Drifting along on a current of strong, masculine hands. Of probing, talented fingers…
I removed the blindfold as we entered the bedroom. Strands of white and blue Christmas lights lay strung along the upper walls, showering the room with a warm, cerulean light.
The whole thing was perfect. Even beyond perfect.
They tossed me onto the bed. Surrounded me, on all three sides. Their skin of their naked bodies was flush with excitement, their cocks all throbbing and hard.
Holy shit.
I lost myself staring at Holden’s arms. Marcus’s shoulders. The taut muscles that rolled beneath Randall’s tattoos, all of it making me even hotter… wetter...
“You know, a girl could really get spoiled,” I joked.
“You’re already spoiled,” Randall pointed out.
“I know, but…”
Holden moved first, diving between my legs. His mouth moved hungrily, parting my folds. His tongue fluttered straight into my pussy.
“Ohhhhhh…”
I could feel his hands, locking my thighs to the bed. Keeping me from moving, so he could do whatever he wanted to me. It was all part of the game. Holding me down, making me twist and turn and writhe with excitement. Getting me so hot and so close to the edge of orgasm I couldn’t take it anymore.
And then pushing me over that edge… but only when the time was right.
In the past they’d made me beg for it, too. Kept me at the brink of the most incredible climax, only to stop and switch off on me again and again. For them, that was their one advantage. As much as I kept them happy, and sated, and drained their cocks dry… they could always tag out. They could always flip me around, or switch positions, or stop screwing me altogether, until I pleaded with them for release.
In that measure it was three-on-one. The odds weren’t fair. And I had to admit, there were times when I’d come close to tapping out. Times when I’d been sore and full and overly sensitive, to the point where I didn’t think I could take another lover, another pounding…
And then I’d done it all for them anyway.
Right now I was being devoured by Holden. Kissed by Marcus. Played with by Randall. I reached for the latter two, closing my hand over their now-familiar shafts. Pulled them even closer to me, until they were kneeling on either of my head, so I could take them into my mouth, each in turn.
It was my favorite thing, to get lost in the moment like this. To nuzzle them against my face, rolling my head back and forth between them. I loved the way they looked down on me as I sucked them off. The smoldering look in Marcus’s eyes. The way Randall liked to smile at me, while sifting through my hair.
It was during those times I really felt like their girl. Like I belonged to them — all three of them — and the bonds between us couldn’t be broken by anything.
I gasped around Marcus’s thickness, as Holden’s tongue brought me achingly closer to ultimate release. Randall was rolling my nipples between his fingers. The sight of his tattooed arms working my body made me gush, wetly, into his partner’s mouth.
They lifted me again, and set me down on my knees. This time it was Randall who slid beneath me, his tongue delving inside me until I was literally sitting on his face. I was breathing dangerously faster now. Almost hyperventilating. My body shuddered as I bore down, grinding myself into him. I started using his tongue to rub my clit up and down, faster and faster, bucking and churning against his hot mouth.
If they weren’t going to give me an orgasm, I would take one from them. Hell, I’d done it before.
“You like that baby?” Holden breathed into my ear. The heat coming off his mouth was giving me goosebumps. “Do you really want to come?”
My only answer was to grind harder. To focus even more, on my own rising excitement.
“Or should we do something else?”
He was tormenting me, I knew. The anticipation was overwhelming, knowing they might let me come at any moment. But they could switch off at any moment also, and stop me just short of achieving my goal.
“No answer?” He bit gently down on my shoulder. “Fine. We’ll just have to take what we want.”
I gasped as his hands enveloped my waist, lifting me yet again. He slid me down Randall’s body. Deposited me into his lap… where I impaled myself right on his cock.
God…
We both shifted, driving him all the way inside me. Before we got into a rhythm however, Randall slid his arms over my shoulders and pulled me against him.
“You like being fucked?”
The way he breathed the word into my face was intentionally wicked. I bit my lip and nodded.
“How much?”
Before I could answer our bodies shifted again, and I felt a new hand on my back. Holden’s face went over my shoulder. He kissed me tenderly on the cheek as he got into an all-new position, somewhere behind me.
“You fuck her now, bro…”
Randall uttered the words and withdrew. Holden took his place, sliding inside of me. It all happened so seamlessly, like they’d done it a thousand times before. Which, I thought to myself distantly, maybe they had.
Donna…
The thought twisted a little knife of jealousy, deep in my core. At the same time though, it also made me hot. To think of them doing this together, with another girl. Screwing her in tandem. Fucking her in turns like this, one cock sliding out, the other shoving right inside…
They alternated plunging into me, sometimes stroke for stroke, sometimes minute by minute. Every time they switched it was incredibly sexy. Like being penetrated for the first time all over again, as they took my pussy together from two very different angels.
You’re fucking the both of them… my mind reeled. They’re sharing your pussy, between them. Almost like—
And then suddenly, it happened. I screwed down once more… and they both inside me at the same time.
HOLY.
FUCK.
Four hands rested on my hips and ass now, holding me tightly against them. I had to stop for a second, to acknowledge exactly what was happening.<
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“You— You’re both…”
“Inside you, yes.”
I felt impossibly full. Stretched to my absolute limits! And yet, it still felt good. No, better than good. It actually felt pretty fucking amazing.
Slowly we began to move again. At first they guided me up and down on them, while they stayed put. It was like screwing the biggest cock in the world. The thickest, craziest thing you could ever imagine. But as I got used to it, they started moving on their own, too. Screwing me from below, like two alternating pistons, each out of synch with the other.
I felt a fluttering inside me. A strange new thrumming sensation, from a place that had never been tapped before. I wanted to come so badly! To just let myself go, and explode around them.
But I was also afraid of what an orgasm might do right now, with everything so incredibly snug and tight.
Just as I was getting used to them both, Holden withdrew. He dragged his slick cock upward, over my most sensitive of all places. Then further upward still, until the head was pressed squarely against my tighter, smaller hole.
Oh God.
“You ready to try this?” he growled.
I gulped, knowing what was coming next. We’d talked about it together, lots of times. I’d fantasized about it, over and over again
But shit. Holy fucking shit.
To actually do it…
“Just relax, and remember to breathe…”
Fifty-Five
ANDREA
My mouth opened instinctively as Holden pushed himself slowly into my ass. I felt the head go in first. It stretched me, almost even hurt me. I could feel him getting bigger and bigger and—
“Oh!”
I gasped at the abrupt ‘pop’, as it snapped into place. The head was inside me now, the hard part over. My ass was comfortably tight again, gripping his shaft for dear life.
“Wow.”
Somewhere above me, Marcus laughed. He reached down, tilting my chin upward.
“You alright?”
He pushed a thumb into my mouth, sexily. I bit down on it, pinning it gently between my teeth.
