by K. L. Donn
Each of them grabbed her hips and pulled her back as they started to move their fingers inside her, slowly pumping in and out, stretching her so she could take his cock. Squeezing more lube over their fingers, he added another of his own while Dane’s other hand slid teasingly up and down her spine, making her shiver and her flesh break out in goose bumps.
“You ready for me now, baby?” he asked with a note of steely determination in his voice. “We’re gonna own you after tonight.” He promised her when she pushed back on their fingers.
Nodding her head, she moaned when they pulled their fingers from her tight ass. Smoothing more lube on his cock so he didn’t hurt her, he lined himself up with one hand while the other held her in place. Pushing in gently, feeling her tightness around him, sucking him in and strangling his cock, he growled out when she pushed back lodging him in to the hilt. “Fuck, Emily! You could have hurt yourself.” He scolded her. Fighting for breath and giving her shit was not an easy task, so he swatted her cheeks a few times making them glow red. Her moaning told him she enjoyed it and it wouldn’t faze her in the future. Grabbing a chunk of her long, silky golden locks, he pulled her up and back against him hard enough that her back slammed into his chest and made his cock go deeper inside her tight ass. Moaning at the angle, he started pumping his hips in slow, deep strokes.
“Dane?” She questioned, out of breath and panting.
“I’m here, baby girl.” He murmured, crawling in front of her and pushing their fronts together.
“I need…” She mewled out when Coop slammed into her from behind on a hard stroke.
“You need Dane’s big cock filling that hungry pussy of yours? Filling you with his cum? Having it leaking down your milky thighs because he’s filled you too much?” he whispered in her ear while nibbling on it.
With every filthy word Dane spoke, Cooper could feel her ass clenching around his dick and her pussy pulsing, trying to be filled with what he asked.
“Yes!” She screamed out. “Please, Dane.” She begged, reaching between their bodies for his cock and stroking it hard.
Smirking at her eagerness to have them both, Dane leaned down and took her mouth in a savage kiss, nipping and biting, pressing her back against Coop so hard he was pushed to sit back on his heels so that Emily was now resting in his lap. His cock was so far in her ass, he couldn’t move. Closing his eyes in bliss, he absorbed every sound and movement of her body; the way she wiggled back at him when she wanted to move, the way she would gasp when he hit a particularly sensitive spot in her body, and the way she moaned just before she came screaming his name.
Pulling from her mouth, Dane leaned back away from her. When she tried to follow, he placed his hand between her breasts and pushed her back down, ordering them both to watch as he slid his very hard cock between her pink and swollen folds.
“Oh, fucckkk.” Coop moaned out as Dane slid inside her willing pussy, and the tightness was almost more than he could handle. Feeling Dane’s cock slide along his own with just the thin barrier between them was erotic as hell. He could feel the veins and ridges on his cock as he filled her until he was balls deep inside her tight body.
“I – I can feel you both. Oh God, I can’t breathe.” She moaned as they slowly started a gentle rocking inside her. When Dane pulled out, he pushed in. The slow glide of their cocks rubbing inside her was almost enough to set him off. “How…” Clearing her throat she asked, “How does it feel? Brushing against each oth –” Moaning when one of them hit a pleasurable spot, she stopped.
“With you between us? It’s fucking perfect, baby girl,” Dane told her meeting her eyes.
“But don’t you worry… Touching and stuff?”
“Baby, it thrills me to feel Dane’s cock rubbing along mine as we pleasure you together. Knowing that while I fuck this tight ass, he’ll plunder that beautiful pussy has me riled beyond belief. But you know what the biggest turn on is?” he asked, turning her head so he could see her eyes.
“Noooo.” She moaned when they slammed into her together.
“I can feel our heartbeats in sync. Mine. Yours. Dane’s.” He punctuated each word with a hard stroke of his cock, pulling out so the tip was sitting just in her opening, then slamming back inside her. “We’re all together; every fucking beat is in tune.” He rumbled in her ear.
Listening to Coop tell Emily everything they loved about sharing her between them had him ready to blow again. He’d never come so many times in his life. She had him in a constant state of arousal whenever she was near, so being inside her warm pussy made him ready to blast like a randy teenager.
The way she had sucked his cock earlier, making him come twice within seconds, was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. She wouldn’t stop sucking, and she’d swallowed both times. He knew she was it for them. The way she so selflessly gave of herself and was always thinking of them first had him both amazed and frightened. He was afraid that she would one day realize she was too good for them. Or she would get sick of having not just one but two overbearing men on her case, devouring her body and soul. Two men wanting babies with her. That thought made his dick twitch, hard.
By their moans of pleasure, he knew they both felt it. Realizing, for the first time, that they hadn’t used protection with her and never bothered to ask if she was on anything. He placed one hand under her chin and brought her closer to him, then put the other on Coop’s shoulder, squeezing to grab his attention when he asked her, “Baby girl, are you on anything?”
He felt Coop stiffen under his hand and knew immediately, that he saw where he was going with this line of questioning. Waiting for her head to clear long enough to answer was worse than torture. “On anything?” She repeated, clearly confused by his question.
Leaning his head closer to her ear, he felt Coop do the same and together they whispered, “Birth control…” Letting it trail off until she got it.
Watching her eyes focus and widen in shock, her mouth part in a perfect ‘O’, he smiled knowing the answer before she shook her head no.
Growling, he planted his face in her neck, biting the tender flesh at the apex and sucking while pounding into her soft, willing body, ready to make her theirs forever.
Feeling his spine start to tingle and his balls draw up close to his body, he knew he was ready to come again, but he needed all of them to go together. “Come with me.” He mumbled out.
“Oh God, I’m there!” She screamed as he felt her walls tighten around him, sucking every last drop of cum from his body and not letting up until he collapsed on top of her and Coop.
“Fuck!” Coop yelled as he came in her ass. He could feel every pulse, every beat, just everything.
The unadulterated pleasure written across their faces matched his own and made him feel like they were finally complete.
Waking to the smell of coffee and a very quiet house, Emily cracked her eyes open against the sunlight filtering into the room from between the dark drapes, when there was a bounce on the bed right behind her. Rolling to her back, she was surprised to see a very chipper Kennedy smiling at her like she’d won the lottery.
“Good morning, sunshine!” She singsonged. Eyeing Emily up and down she noticed her near nakedness, if it weren’t for the nearly transparent sheet covering her.
“Why are you so happy?” She grumbled reaching for the cup of coffee Kenny held out for her. Taking a long sip of the dark, rich brew, she savoured the caffeine jolting through her system.
“It’s shopping day. I’m so excited those brutes are letting you come with me. It would have been tremendously boring without someone with me. And since my friends are in school, I have no one to come.” Kennedy chattered away happily while she riffled through the few belongings Creed had brought from her house when she got out of the hospital a few days ago.
Only a few days? Really? She wondered thoughtfully. Amazed that it felt like more time had passed. Getting up she made her way to the bathroom, rushing through a shower and brushing her t
eeth. She was throwing her hair up in a messy bun with wet tendrils falling all around her face when an arm poked in handing her clothes, saying, “Wear these.” Hearing a plop, she looked down at a pair of unfamiliar knee high boots. “With these.” She giggled closing the door behind her.
Sighing in defeat, Emily slipped the matching black bra and thong on, followed by the white wash skinny jeans and off the shoulder light blue sweater that if she thought about it long enough, matched Dane’s eyes to near perfection and the jeans were so faded they could have matched Coop’s light gray ones. Smiling secretly at the thought of having them with her, she picked up the black boots and made her way back into her bedroom to find Kenny missing. Putting the boots on, she went in search of her overly happy friend, not forgetting her coffee as she passed by the dresser.
Finding her by the front door, their purses in one hand and bagels in the other, with a hulk of a man standing behind her. “Ignore him, he’s security.” She giggled making air quotes when she said security, or tried to with her hands full.
“Ms. Baxter,” he said in greeting. Tall, with a hint of gray in his hair and laugh lines crinkled around his eyes, he was handsome for a silver fox, in a rugged kind of way. “I’m Eric Michaels, and I’ll be escorting you today.”
A derisive snort had his lips twitching, “Escorting, huh? Is that what they’re calling it these days?” Kenny teased him.
Opening the door for them, he swept his arm out indicating for them to go first. Following his order, they went along after locking up the house. Seeing another man in the front seat of the black SUV, Emily turned to him with an arched brow in question.
“The driver,” he stated, but it sounded more like a question.
“If you say so.” She mumbled walking past him and climbing into the back, saying, “Hello, just a driver but secretly another bodyguard.”
Chuckling at her sarcasm, he asked, “Where to ladies?” Pulling away from the house.
“Barton Creek Square Mall please, Jeeves,” Kenny demanded formally before bursting out laughing at the startled look on the poor man’s face.
“Oh this’ll be a barrel of fun,” he whispered to Eric.
Driving through the core of downtown never failed to leave Emily breathless. The hustle and bustle in the mornings, the quiet of the afternoons, and the nightlife; each had a certain quality about them that made her want to immerse herself in the city. Growing up in a small farm town, she always knew a city was the life for her. There was always something to do; events happening all over the city and surrounding areas.
She was not much of a shopper, though, so she feared Kenny was going to be disappointed in her lack of enthusiasm. Pulling into the large mall parking lot, she was amazed at how empty it seemed to be.
Noting her shock, Kenny leaned into her saying, “I hate the busy times, so I always come in the morning. No one’s up at this God awful hour.” Laughing, they waited for their ‘security’ to open their doors for them before jumping out.
“This is going to get real old, real fast,” Kenny whispered in her ear. “Let’s see how fast we can ditch ‘em,” she said as they glanced behind them at the two men who were currently scanning the surrounding area.
“Not a good idea. Dane and Coop will make it so I can’t sit for a month. I’ve already been warned.” Blushing at her admission, the shock on Kenny’s face had her laughing out loud.
“Well, then, we wouldn’t want that now, would we?” She winked.
“What are we here for, anyway?” she asked as they walked into the building, amazed at how open and uncrowded it was. The food court was immediately to her right. On her left was a clothing store and beside that a Starbucks. “I need coffee,” Kenny said heading in the direction of Starbucks.
After waiting in line and getting their caramel lattes, they made their way from store to store with the guys following along like grouchy little puppies. Off to the left once they reached the middle part of the mall, a flashing neon sign caught her eye. Grabbing Kenny’s hand, she drug her towards it. Reading the sign— Lock & Key Tattoo Parlor— the name itself was a draw.
As she was about to go in, Kenny pulled on her arm. “Uhh, Em, what are we doing?”
Looking from the doors to Kenny and back again, she said sarcastically, “I’m getting a tattoo, and you’re preventing me from it. Clear things up a bit?” and then walked into the parlor, followed by Kenny, Eric, and the man they simply called, the driver. Mostly to rattle him, but also because they didn’t know his name.
The happy young man at the reception greeted them with a huge smile and warm welcome. “Ladies! How are you? Welcome, tell me how I can help you.”
Giggling at his warm welcome and affectionate handshake she said to him, “I would like a tattoo, but I don’t know what.”
“Believe it or not, we get that a lot. I’m Devin, and today, you get me as your own personal greeter/tattoo artist!” He bowed dramatically at the end of his statement, making her and Kenny go into a fit of giggles.
“Well, I’m Emily, your slightly confused and excited new client and this is my friend Kenny, and well, you can ignore tall and brooding and the driver.” She snickered at the amused expression on his face, and the not so amused growls coming from behind her.
“So no idea what you want, huh?” Devin asked her.
“Umm, well, maybe one. It’s silly, though, but after seeing the name of your shop, I knew it was fate.” She smiled sheepishly.
“Let’s go in the back room, shall we, and talk. Leave brooding and driver here to stew about your evilness.” Winking, he turned and went to a sterile white room with rave posters plastered on the walls. It had what looked like a dentist chair sitting center stage in the middle of the room, with shelves lining each wall stacked with binders, presumably full of images or pictures of his previous work.
The man himself was tall, yet slightly skinny, a goatee adorned his face in dark scruff, and he wore a black wife beater type shirt with dark wash jeans that were ripped nearly all over. “Have a seat,” he said patting the chair. Grabbing a sketch pad and pencil and sitting on a rolling stool, he scooted closer to her. “Alright little lady, tell me what ya want.”
Feeling Kenny’s eyes on her was unnerving. Picking at her nails she took a deep breath and mumbled. “DC with two keys and a lock underneath.”
“DC? Like the shoe company?” he asked confused.
Hearing Kenny laugh and say, “No. DC like Dane and Coop, her men.” had her swatting her, now non-friend, and glaring at her.
“Men, huh?” he asked, and at her nod said, “Well, as long as they’re good to you who the fuck cares!”
Letting out the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, she smiled and said, “Boy, do they ever.”
Quickly sketching on his pad, she saw her first tattoo take shape in the most exquisite ways. It was as near to the picture in her head as she could get. DC was written in an English scrawl, with the lock underneath and the two keys crossing in front of it.
A gasp of shock left her as he showed it to her asking, “What colors and where?”
“On my lower back… and purple, blue, and black, please,” she whispered, knowing just how she was going to show Dane and Coop that evening.
“A tramp stamp, hey?” He teased getting up and going to the machine in the corner. “I’ll get it printed and then we’ll start. Lay down and lift your shirt and pull your pants down just a bit,” he explained.
Doing as he asked, she got comfortable with Kenny now sitting on another stool at the head of the table and holding her hands, whispering in her ear, “You’re nuts, Emily. I love it.”
After cleaning her skin and placing the outline on her back, she heard the buzzing of the gun. Unprepared for the first sting of pain she hissed out a breath, squeezing the life out of Kenny’s poor fingers as he went. An hour later, with very little talking, he was done. Helping her up from the chair, he led her to a two-way mirror on the back of the room’s door and what sh
e saw had tears leaking from the corners of hers eyes.
“Happy tears, I hope?” he whispered, looking at her.
“It’s perfect,” she whispered back, admiring the DC scrawled in a dark purple and the lock was black with a hint of silver running through it. The keys were blue and seemed to shine and sparkle. “It’s just perfect,” she whispered again.
After cleaning it up and putting some cream on it, he explained how to clean it and tape it up so it didn’t diminish and fade. Holding her hand over it, she felt oddly closer to them like just having that mark on her made them somehow closer. On the heel of that thought, though, was, what if they didn’t like it? What if, despite their assurances, they weren’t in it for the long haul? Oh God!
Kenny must have sensed her panic because she grabbed hold of her shoulders, giving her a little shake and told her. “They will love it! Now, stop worrying. I like this impulsive you, she’s cute.” Winking, they made their way out of the shop.
Seeing a shoe store with boots that caught her eye, they went to go in there only for her to stop short and look around. The hairs on the nape of her neck were standing on end and she felt a shiver go up her spine. Someone was watching her.
“Emily?” The hand on her shoulder and voice startled her out of her inspection of the surrounding area.
As she was about to answer, her phone rang, making her jump and nearly drop her purse. Digging through it, she saw that it was Coop’s face on the screen.
“Cooper.” She sighed. Not realizing just how high her anxiety was until she heard his voice.
“Baby girl, what’s wrong?” he asked immediately, sensing she was nervous.
Not wanting them to think she couldn’t go out by herself, she tried to sound cheerful. “Nothing. The ringing, it startled me. We’re having fun.” Even she could hear the falseness in her voice.
