Taken by Two Firefighters

by Celia Styles

  “Cum, Angel. Cum now.” Liam growled in her ear, a deep guttural sound backing his words, and she crested the peak, falling hard into an orgasm that made her toes curl and her eyesight go black.

  As she caught her breath, she watched as Eric pulled his head out from under her skirt and smiled at her, face dripping with the product of her multiple orgasms.

  “So beautiful.” He whispered, standing slowly and wrapping his arms around her. Liam’s arms were around her as well, and she was pressed between the two of them. She had a vivid image of these two men both filling her at once, stretching her farther than she had been stretched in years, and she felt herself tremble again.

  “Let’s get you to bed, Angel.” Liam whispered, that growl that she was learning she loved so much still in his voice. He lifted her in his arms and carried her into the bedroom that he and Eric shared. The bed was warm and soft, and Angela found herself snuggling into the mattress with a contented sigh.

  “Why don’t you get that dress off, Angel.” Eric smiled with desire, making the question sound like a demand, “We aren’t even close to being done with you yet.”

  Angela shivered and slipped the dress down her legs, arching her back to get it over her ample ass. Liam pulled it off over her legs and threw it to the side as he and Eric began to crawl up the bed to reach her. Angela moaned at the sight of the two beautiful men looking at her like they wanted nothing more than to eat her alive.

  Liam settled between her legs, growling about how it was his turn to taste, and wasted no time abusing her pussy in the sweetest way. He licked up either side of her slip, activating every nerve ending he could. He licked everywhere, rimming the edge of her entrance, trailing his tongue low enough to brush her ass and then back up to her pussy again, but he didn’t touch her clit. It throbbed and swelled, but he ignored it still, making her cry out in need and frustration. But she loved it. The build was the sweetest torture.

  Meanwhile, Eric crawled up to kneel by her face, presenting his thick cock to her, and she greedily sucked it into her mouth, moaning around it as Liam continued to neglect her aching clit. Eric surprised her by leaning forward until he was in a plank position over her mouth, holding himself up on either side of her by his knees and elbows. The position made it impossible for him not to press deep into her throat. Angela gagged and coughed, but she adjusted so that she could breathe quickly. When Eric noticed she was comfortable, he began to slowly thrust in and out of her mouth, and Angela wasn’t sure if she was enjoying Liam’s lapping tongue or Eric’s skull fuck better.

  When she felt fingers penetrate her pussy, Angela moaned hard and long around Eric’s cock, making him groan in return. She sobbed around his cock when Liam finally latched his mouth onto her clit and didn’t move it, making her entire body tremble from the havoc the overstimulation of nerve endings were causing. Liam pressed his fingers into the spongy patch a few inches inside of her pussy and began twitching them mercilessly, making her writhe so hard that she lost her airway and choked on Eric’s cock. The lack of oxygen put her in a state of euphoric bliss, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt her juices spurt from her to soak Liam’s face.

  Eric slid from her throat so she could breathe, and Liam sat up onto his knees, breathing heavily and watching Angela recover with an animalistic gleam in his eyes. When Angela finally caught her breath and opened her eyes, she was met with a dangerous smile on Liam’s face. He reached for his shirt and lifted it up over his head before throwing it aside. The expression on his face was that of a man who knew he was perfect, and he greedily took in Angela’s expression as she finally saw his slender body.

  He may have been slender, but he had more definition in his muscles than even Eric had. His body rippled everywhere in ways she had never seen before. When he straightened and reached for the button of his pants, she watched the muscles of his forearms flex and was mesmerized. If Eric was sculpted by Michelangelo, Liam was sculpted by Da Vinci.

  He slid his jeans down his thighs, still watching her reaction as he exposed himself to her. He was not wearing underwear, and the idea of it made her bite her lip. But when she saw what he was hiding in those pants, her jaw fell slack and she began to salivate. Her pussy twitched in anticipation. He was about three inches longer than Eric, and just as thick. She never saw a cock so beautiful in her life. He was uncircumcised, so she knew he would not need to sink as deeply into her throat as Eric had. Eyes still on his cock, she sat up and crawled forward to rest on her stomach before him. She took him into her mouth and pulled back his foreskin in the process, making him growl. She ran her tongue around the head of him and he trembled.

  Angela always loved the reactions that uncircumcised men had to oral sex. She did not have to work too hard to make them putty in her hands. Liam reached for her hair and pulled it away so he could watch her face as she worked on him. He smirked when he noticed Eric straddling her thighs and feeling her soaking pussy to make sure he could slide in with ease. Angela knew what was coming and tilted her hips up to give him a better angle at her entrance. Liam watched her eyes roll back when Eric speared her deep. She moaned around his head, and he leaned his head back with a groan.

  Angela looked up at Liam just in time to see Eric lean forward and settle wet, sucking kisses on his neck. She moaned and bobbed her head faster on Liam’s cock, finding it amazingly sexy when Eric and Liam’s lips and tongues met, their faces red and their necks tense from exertion.

  The orgasm came before she even realized it was building. She had to pull Liam from her mouth so she didn’t accidently bite him, and she clutched the sheets in her fists, screaming as Eric pounded into her from behind without letting up. He pulled out abruptly and Liam had her on her back before she knew what was happening. He pulled her to the edge of the bed so he could stand on the ground and looked into her eyes again, that smirk still in place on his face as he slipped into her. He went slowly, jerking occasionally and causing her to cry out.

  She felt so wonderfully used, and by the time he was hilt deep in her pussy, she wasn’t sure which way was up or down. She closed her eyes and let him pump into her, bringing her feelings she didn’t remember she could have.

  “God, you are so fucking tight, Angel.” Liam growled. Angela loved the growl. She loved the endearment that they took to using with her.

  She surprised herself by laughing euphorically and looking at him through sultry hooded eyes, her accent coming out thicker than usual, she said, “I’m going to grind that dick off if it’s the last thing I do.” Before she purposefully clenched her pussy around him and had him bucking forward, his hands braced on the bed on either side of her. Suddenly he didn’t look so full of himself anymore. His eyes were glazed over, his mouth held in an O as he humped like he couldn’t stop. She was sure he would cum, but he surprised her yet again by growling and lifting her up off the bed, holding her to him and continuing to drive his cock up into her. When he laid her back down, it was on Eric’s chest.

  “Have you ever had a hard cock in that sweet ass, Angel?” He asked, gripping her by her love handles as Liam continued to drive into her like a man possessed. Angela whimpered and nodded, realizing that these men were going to tear her apart in the most beautiful ways they could.

  She was so wet that the juices from her pussy were running down her ass, so when Eric reached under her and slipped a finger inside of her, it was much easier than she thought it would be. He made quick work of stretching her out before she felt his cock at the entrance to her puckered asshole.

  Thankfully Liam slowed down while Eric worked his way into her, allowing her to get accustomed to the size of them. She screamed when she clenched around them both, feeling so full she wasn’t sure if she could handle it. The feeling was so intense; there was no other way to describe the feeling. Full and intense.

  Liam started moving first, sliding to the hilt and then back out to the tip before he repeated the action so slowly. Eric gave her another moment before he began to mo
ve in time with Liam. He thrust into her as Liam pulled out, keeping the rhythm slow and paced. With this method, Angela always had a cock thrusting into her, and her back arched of its own volition.

  It was sensual, slow, and intimate. She looked up with glassy eyes and Liam was looking down at her, passion and adoration clear on his face. He leaned down and kissed her forehead, never breaking the pace he and Eric had set, letting his lips linger for a moment. When he sped up, so did Eric. It was like they were communicating telepathically, and the synchronization was sexy enough to set Angela over the edge again.

  This orgasm was different. Her head felt like a balloon, keeping her consciousness high above her body. She felt like she inhaled nitrous; her body tingled all over and she felt like every inch of her expanded and stretched. She cried out in ecstasy, eyes hooded and rolled back into her head. She didn’t know whose hands were where. She didn’t even feel them thrusting wildly into her anymore. All she felt was her body clench and tighten, milk and pump. Every muscle from head to toe clenched once she came down, and she screamed, the pleasure so much that she almost couldn’t stand the pain.

  She blacked out.

  When she woke up she was squeezed between two hard bodies, being caressed and cooed back into the waking world. Angela sighed contentedly and snuggled into the chest to her right. Arms wound around her and she realized it was Eric by the thick muscles that wound around them.

  “How do you feel, Angel?”

  She smiled sleepily, “Relaxed. More relaxed than I have in such a long time.”

  “How could that husband of yours ever treat you like anything less than an Angel?” She heard Liam speak from behind her, his voice low and breathy.

  She turned and frowned at him, “What was it that made you pick me? Both of you? What was it about me?”

  Liam looked at Eric and they exchanged a knowing glance, “At first it was the way you protected the children. Both of us were moved by that. But when I looked at you, I saw something bright; something beautiful in a way that only nature is beautiful. I wanted you in both a primal and artistic way. Something in you called to me that I didn’t want to ignore.”

  Angela wasn’t sure she believed what he said, but she was going to let it go. His words were beautiful, and she found that she wanted more than anything to believe them. Maybe one day she will.

  “There is something I want you to help me with.” She told him, sitting up and leaning on her arms. “Can you paint me something by morning?”

  It was the last time she was ever going to walk into that house, and she knew it. She was not planning on packing anything, there was nothing he bought her that she wanted to keep. When Bart first cheated on her, she began to put money aside. Four years later, she had enough to live off of on her own for a few years before having to find another job.

  Clad in her white dress from the night before, she made her way through the house and out to the back yard so she could get to the shed. She tucked the covered portrait under her arm as she retrieved what she went in there to find and made her way back into the house. She climbed the stairs and entered the blue hallway that once meant so much to her and uncovered the portrait before taking a nail from the box she retrieved from the shed.

  It took her some time, but she ended up putting thirty-four nails into the wall to hang the portrait against that blue wall. One for every woman that Angela knew about. The noise alerted the staff of the house, and they stood around with wide eyes as they stared at the work of art she was attaching to the wall of the blue hallway. She ignored them and left the rest of the nails along with the hammer on the floor as she walked from the room, her purse hiked over her shoulder.

  At the bottom of the stairs she ran into Marisol, who looked at her incredulously, “What the hell was that noise? Are you wearing the same thing you did last night?” She frowned as she took in Angela’s attire.

  “How would you know what I was wearing last night, Marisol? Did you happen to be at the party thrown for my husband?”

  Marisol’s eyes bugged out of her head and her face blanched as she searched for an excuse to make. But Angela was already walking towards the door. Before she opened the door to step out of her prison forever, she turned and smiled condescendingly at Marisol.

  “You can have him, Marisol. But know that he will never really be yours. Now who’s the weak one?”

  Angela knew that Marisol was going to run upstairs the moment the door closed behind her, and as she made her way to the car that she had waiting for her, she smiled at what the other woman would find. A portrait painted by Liam and herself. A portrait of the three of them, Angela in the middle laying on Eric’s chest, her hair splayed over his strong pectorals, Liam on top with his hands on her hips. Her toes pointed, her face drawn in euphoric bliss, her back arched.

  And when she closed the door to the car, she finally felt free. And she told the driver to take her to the airport where she planned to buy a plane ticket to go home and see her mother for the first time in two years.

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  He shook his head. “No, we can’t do this. It’s not right. What would our families think?”

  “Don’t think like that! Our lives are for us to live, and not them. If we want to be together, we should be together.”

  Fin shook his head again and walked away from Duncan to look out the bedroom window. “But what they think still matters.”

  Duncan clenched his jaw. “Damn it, Fin! If you want to throw away something great because other people would think differently of you, then go ahead. Maybe it’s about time for us to part ways anyway.” He turned and stalked from the room, slamming the door behind him.

  Fin crumbled, covering his face with his hands and squeezing his eyes closed. A small sob escaped his mouth, and he sucked in a deep breath to make sure he had control of himself before he straightened and turned for the door.

  Damn other people. Damn what his family may think. The pain in his chest when Duncan talked about leaving was enough to jar him back into reality. The reality that the way he felt was not wrong. Something so natural could never be wrong.

  “Duncan!” he called, rushing to the door and stumbling into the hallway. Duncan did not answer, and Fin panicked as he raced for the front door. He couldn’t leave. Please don’t leave me.

  When he reached the living room, he found Duncan, standing beside the front door with a hopeful gleam in his eyes that was illuminated by the accumulating tears that had not yet fallen.

  “Don’t play with me, Fin. If you are in, you are in. If you aren’t sure… let me go.” He tried to stay strong, but couldn’t keep the slight waver from his voice.

  Fin took a deep breath and steeled himself before he spoke. He would need all the strength he could get to embark on this journey.

  “Duncan, I love you. I want you.”

  “But are you willing to fight for me? No matter what happens?” Duncan asked, voice raising with emotion, daring him to deny him a truthful answer.

  They watched each other for a moment before Fin spoke. They searched each other, looking for the truth in the others’ eyes. Looking for the strength they needed in each other.

  “I will burn this world to the ground if it tries to keep us apart.”

  Joanna sniff
led, wiping her eyes after concluding the last chapter. With a quick skim for serious grammatical errors, she smiled and submitted it. Her readers were going to love this new installment. She could only imagine the feedback she would be getting soon. With a breathy laugh, she pushed herself from her desk and went to the bathroom to clean her face of the tears she shed as she wrote.

  Her fans expected emotion, and she was more than capable of providing it for them. As the author of the most popular Fin and Duncan fanfiction on the internet, Joanna had a responsibility to keep her reputation intact by making her fans happy. It just so happened that she knew this particular chapter would stir quite the positive reaction.

  Happily, she cleansed her dark skin of the tears of love that Fin and Duncan’s story created before looking at her meager collection of makeup and considering her options. She could attempt to apply it—after all it was a special occasion—or she could just go natural, like every other day of her life.

  “No,” she told herself firmly in the mirror, “this is the most important day of your life. You will look your best.” She picked up her eyeliner with determination and placed it above her eyelashes on her eyelid.

  Nearly eight failed attempts later, she decided to stick with eye shadow. How hard could eye shadow possibly be?

  Half a bottle of makeup remover later, she decided that makeup was for sorcerers, and laypeople like her were not worthy of their powers. So she decided to just wear a nice dress instead. Makeup wouldn’t make or break the day for her.

  So instead of doing up her face, she slipped into a yellow sundress that hugged her body in all the right places. And those places happened to be her boobs. She had very large breasts, size G to be exact. The yellow dress was ordered special for her, designed to fit her like a glove and still look classy. The yellow made her milk chocolate skin glow, and brought out the lighter tones on her eyes. The skirt flared out around her hips and fell to her knees, made especially to avoid being too tight in the butt and thigh area.