by Alexx Andria
coaxed into performing and she was soon grinding against his finger, her hips undulating
of their own accord as if she had an inner porn star just waiting to emerge. Quivering and
panting, she gave little resistance when Hunter pulled her down onto his cock. Inch by
inch, she accepted his thickness, wincing a little as she stretched to accommodate his
length and girth, but she took him in like a champ. Something inside of Hunter shifted
and expanded and he knew it was more than just the hot sex…and if he hadn’t been cockdeep inside Zoe…he would’ve pushed her out the door. He didn’t have time for anything
more than a good time but damn…there was something about Zoe that made it hard to
just hit-it-and-quit-it. She was gonna be trouble. # “Look at that…she’s a natural,” Jax crooned, kissing her neck as she rode him in
slow, sensual movements. “Damn, she’s so hot…” His fingers left her breasts and
suddenly a finger toyed with her backdoor and she squeaked in alarm but Hunter was quick to occupy her attention elsewhere when his thumb rubbed her clitoris in sweet,
teasing circles. “That’s a girl…ride that cock. I promise you’re going to love this…” The scent of something slippery and herb-like caught her senses and she realized
it was oil and Jax’s well-lubed finger rubbed and played with her backdoor in the most
shockingly arousing motion that she never would’ve imagined as pleasurable. She
groaned when his finger slid past her sphincter, gently easing that opening until he
managed two fingers and then a third, all the while Hunter’s cock slid in and out of her
tight wetness. Who was she? She’d never been that insatiable sex queen who did these
kinds of things but here she was! Riding a giant cock while another played with her other
hole. Good lord! That was heavenly! And then just when she thought she couldn’t handle
anything else, the blunt, spongy head of Jax’s cock was pressing against her backdoor,
insistent and achingly brutal. She didn’t have time to protest, to cry out, because within
seconds she was completely filled! Her teeth chattered as both men buffeted her with
their cocks, each taking from her as she took from them, accepting them into her body as
if she were made to do so. Hunter filled his hands with her breasts and squeezed as he
thrust against her. The bone-crushing pleasure came at her from all angles. This was
insanity but she was a willing participant even if she knew this was the most reckless
thing she’d ever done. “Oh God…” she couldn’t breathe, couldn’t get the words past her
lips but that was okay because words were useless anyway. Something big was barreling
her way, forcing its way through her body and rattling down the pipes to pool in her
groin. Starburst exploded behind her eyes as the most extreme pleasure made soup of her
brain. Her mouth went slack even as her entire body stiffened and clenched, rocketing the
brutality of her orgasm straight into the heavens, and within seconds warmth flooded her
from both sides as both Jax and Hunter pumped her full of their seed. She seeped and
oozed their fluids as it mixed with her own and for a long moment all she could do was gasp for air. Zoe fell forward and Jax eased himself free from her backdoor while Hunter lifted her from his softening cock to gently return her to the sofa. The sound of their harsh breathing mingled with the muffled sounds of the bar on the other side of the door and Zoe couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. “I’m not laughing at you,” she rushed to clarify when both Hunter and Jax looked at her strangely. “It’s just that if you knew me a little better you’d know that I never do stuff like this. I mean, ever. This is
so outside of my wheelhouse.” Hunter nodded and rolled to his feet, padding silently to the whiskey bottle where
he, bypassing the glass, swigged from the bottle before handing it off to Jax and saying,
“Honey, you were made for two men. That ain’t no lie. You took both cocks like a pro.” She blushed furiously. Had he just said that? Good God. “Thank you — I think.” Jax rose and grabbed a towel to hand to her. She accepted it and wiped herself but
honestly, there was something perversely arousing about the idea of walking out of this
place wearing their scent. Was she permanently ruined? Would she always crave two
men now that she’d tasted the forbidden fruit? She blushed again. Well, something told
her there was no going back to guys like Teddy that was for sure. “Why was this guy
Dimas sending you a prostitute?” she asked, curious. “Because Dimas is in charge of the club girls,” Hunter answered, swigging the
bottle. His body was something of an adult playground, all hard and chiseled with various
tattoos marking his skin here and there. She itched to touch each one with her tongue.
“So…why don’t you just tell your editor that you want better assignments?” “I’ve tried,” she answered glumly, remembering how dismissive her editor had
been when she’d broached the subject. “He doesn’t think I can handle being an
investigative journalist. He says I’m too soft. But he’s wrong! I can handle anything and I’m terribly tenacious. No one but me connected the dots between The Kings and the
Simms, although I was kinda surprised because it seemed pretty obvious.” “Honey, maybe no one wanted to connect those dots. The thing is you’re poking
around in a world you know nothing about. It could get you killed.” “I can handle myself. I got myself into this room, didn’t I?” “By sheer luck,” Jax told her. “The only reason we didn’t toss you right back out
was because you were hot and we were horny. Rough truth, babe.” Ouch. That stung a bit. “Okay, fine, but I still got in.” “No,” Hunter corrected her. “We got in…you got fucked. Listen to us when we
say to back off this insane idea you have to go undercover on a story that will get you
nowhere but the morgue. There are some vicious guys out there who would enjoy taking
their sweet time stripping the pretty skin from your bones and I’m not saying that just to
scare you off…it’s the truth.” That stilled Zoe’s tongue for a moment. She certainly didn’t want to die. Maybe
they were right and she was biting off more than she could chew. It sucked to admit but
she supposed she could find a different story to chase down, maybe start digging into a
cold case or something. When she found her voice again, she said, “So what’s your story?
You don’t seem the hardened bikers I thought you were. You seem pretty decent.” “Looks are deceiving, chicklet,” Hunter answered darkly. “Don’t go painting us in
a favorable light just because we made you come a few times. We’re as bad as you
imagined we might be.” “Um, can you elaborate for me?” she asked, pushing for details. Just how bad
were they talking? Somehow she couldn’t accept that, maybe because of what they’d just
shared but she sensed goodness in them both. Maybe she was acting like one of those
Too-Stupid-To-Live women in horror movies who ran through the darkened forest in heels while the monster chased her or entered dark basements with a glitchy flashlight to investigate that “weird growling noise” but she couldn’t seem to stop herself from believing that beneath all that rough exterior was a heart of tarnished gold. Okay, now that the thought had raced across her brain she had to admit maybe she was just
marinating in post orgasmic bliss like they’d said. “I could but I won’t.” She frowned. “Well, how am I supposed to come to my own conclusion about
how bad you are if you won’t share details?” “It’s not up to you
to decide. We’re deciding for you,” Jax said, reaching for the
bottle. “Sweetness…there’s a world out there that doesn’t play by the rules you’re used
to. Where the people with the guns make the rules and we discovered it was better to be
the ones controlling the guns so we didn’t end up eating a bullet ourselves. Being the
king is better than the peasant, you know? And when you’re the king, you have to make
hard choices.” She nodded, wondering what kind of world Jax and Hunter lived in. Zoe couldn’t
help herself and asked, a bit sheepishly, “Do you have a girlfriend? Someone special
waiting for you at the end of the night?” “Do you mean, after fucking you, am I going to go home to a wife, still wearing
your juices so I can fuck her, too?” Jax asked, his eyes glittering in the dim light. She
swallowed and jerked a nod. He leaned back with a short smirk before answering, “No.
No wife. No girlfriend. No attachments.” She looked to Hunter. “And you?” “Same. In this life, attachments are liabilities, especially when they’re as pretty as
you.” He thought she was pretty. Not ‘pretty for a fat girl’ but flat out, pretty. A genuine
smile warmed her lips. “You don’t have to say that. I know I’m not conventionally goodlooking.” “Says who?” Jax countered, his hand going to his cock to stroke it lightly back to
life. “My cock says otherwise. My cock says you’re the prettiest woman around with the
sweetest pussy. How about you, Hunter?” “My cock agrees.” Oh lord. “You know how to sweet talk a girl,” she said, laughing to cover her
embarrassment but inside she was also preening like a peacock at having these two
gorgeous men talk to her like that. Take that, Teddy, you tiny dick, asshole. “Do you say
that to all the girls you bring back here?” “No. Usually, we bend them over the nearest surface, fuck ‘em hard and then send
them on their way with a little cash for their trouble. Most times we don’t even look at
their faces.” “Oh. Why was I different?” “Good question. I don’t know. There was something about you. Something sweet.
Reminded me that we haven’t touched anything sweet in a long time,” Jax answered in a
reflective tone that tugged at her heart for some reason. “I guess I’m not so sweet any longer,” she mused with faint amusement. “Because
you can’t do what we just did and retain that quality, right?” “Wrong. You’re still sweet enough to eat. I’m going to dream of your pussy
tonight, honey,” Jax assured her, going to fold her into his arms. She went willingly, even
if she was a little unsure of what was happening between them. “You know, you took a
big risk coming here. There are people who might take your visit as a threat if they knew
who you truly were.” She gulped, swallowing. “I know. I have a bad habit of leaping before looking.” “Well, check that shit because it’s going to land your pretty ass in a sling one of
these days,” Jax told her. “There’s a world of bad people just outside that door and the
only reason you’re safe in here is because we’re worse.” Visions of being body dumped jumped to mind and she trembled a little in his
arms. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked. “Not my style to kill women,” Jax answered, nuzzling her neck again. “Men are a
different story.” She shuddered, unable to reconcile what he was doing to her and the frank
information he was sharing. Had he just admitted to being a killer? The man holding her
so tenderly, so sweetly was just as capable of pulling the trigger to end a life. She looked
to Hunter and sucked in a tight breath when she saw him fully erect again. She
whimpered as Jax walked her over to Hunter and settled her between his thighs. “I want
to watch you take a cock in your mouth,” he told her softly. “Has a man come in your
mouth, sweetheart?” “N-no,” she answered, allowing Jax to gently push her head toward Hunter’s
straining member. She enveloped the head of his cock and gagged a little when his
enormous cock banged the back of her throat. “That’s it, sweetness,” Jax encouraged her, smiling with approval as she took
Hunter fully into her mouth, slowly gaining a rhythm. “Caress his balls, that’s nice.
How’s she doing?” “Excellent,” Hunter answered, his voice tight. “God, her mouth…I’m not going to
last very long.” Bent over as she was, Jax had a great view of her backside and she hoped he liked
what he saw. She had little time to wonder when she felt Jax push himself inside her pussy. Sucking and moaning, she took both men once again, only this time it was her mouth and pussy that took their hot lengths. If she’d known pleasure like this were possible, she would’ve been a raging whore all through college. Zoe thrilled at the feeling of being an insatiable sex-a-holic, if that was a thing. She loved being the vessel for their seed. Soon enough Hunter stiffened and his hips thrust wildly even as he held her head in place, jackhammering into her mouth as if he were doing it to her core and she loved it. Yeah, loved it. Who knew! Warm, salty fluid flooded her mouth and she had no choice but to gulp it down or else it would drip from her lips and spill all over the place. She took long hard swallows, milking his cock for everything he had to give until he was jerking and moaning before pushing her gently off his rod. His cock dribbled and pulsed as he came down off the incredible orgasmic high and she swelled with pride knowing that she’d brought him to this shuddering end. But her moment of glory was soon eclipsed by the pleasure Jax was giving her as he pounded her hard, suddenly wrenching her hair back, shocking her with the measured violence. The pain mixed with the pleasure and she groaned deep in her throat, still tasting Hunter in her mouth as Jax fucked her with a savagery that almost scared her. “I might never get enough of this pussy,” he warned her, his voice husky and low as their bodies slapped together. She moaned deep in her throat while Hunter fondled her breasts and watched the show. “Good God….she’s
so tight and wet!” “Give it to her, boy,” Hunter encouraged, grinning while all she could do was take
the sexual frenzy that was building to a beautiful crescendo. “Fuck her good, Jax. She
needs this.” How did he know that this was exactly what she needed? The brutality, the
sweetness…the carnal perversion! She wanted it all. “Yesss!” Everything converged in
one final glorious sunset of pleasure and she shattered like a seasoned whore and seconds later Jax followed, filling her channel with his sweet cream, bathing her insides with his slippery fluids until he fell away from her, nearly falling on his ass from the exertion. She collapsed in Hunter’s arms and he cradled her while his brother’s semen leaked from her well-used body onto his bare thigh. “I can’t take anymore,” she gasped, tears spilling from her eyes, springing from an unknown place. She curled into Hunter’s arms and shuddered as the remnants of her pleasure echoed in her nerve endings. “You’ve ruined me for any other man. I swear it. I can’t believe how I feel right now. I never imagined that walking through that door would change me so viscerally,” she cried, hiccupping as
the emotion crested over her in a wave. “Am I losing my mind? What is wrong with me?” “Shhhh, nothing is wrong, sweetheart,” Hunter assured her with a kiss. “Nothing
at all.” Jax joined them on the sofa, falling heavily beside Hunter, still breathing hard.
“Did I hurt you, baby girl?” he asked, pushing a tendril of hair away from her flushed
face. “You were perfect. So sweet. I think I’m addicted.” She shook her head. “No. I’m not hurt.” “Good,” he breathed in relief. “Good.” Jax and Hunter exchanged looks that she didn’t understand but she soon would
when a loud banging at the door caused her to
jump. “Dimas is here,” a voice Zoe
recognized as belonging to the burly man who’d thrust her into this room sounded from
the other side. “Party time is over,” Hunter said with a sigh, moving from the sofa to grab his
pants and quickly put them on. He tossed Jax his pants as well as Zoe’s clothes. “Once
word spreads that you’re not from Dimas…things are going to get edgy.” “What’s going to happen?” she asked, clutching at her clothes, shaking with true
fear. While Jax and Hunter might not hurt her, she had no doubt that whoever this Dimas was wouldn’t hesitate once he realized she’d used him to gain access to The Kings inner
sanctum. “What should I do?” Hunter brushed a quick kiss across her lips and motioned for her to dress quickly.
“Jax will take you out the back door. No one knows you’re here. You can leave without
being noticed. I’ll deal with Dimas.” She opened her mouth but Jax silenced her with a deep kiss that shocked her to
her toes. “What was that for?” she asked, a little wobbly in the knees. “Something to remember me by,” he told her with a short devilish grin. As if
she’d ever forget this night. Not possible. He grasped her hand and started to pull her
toward the back door but Hunter bounded up to her and jerked her into his arms for a
searing kiss that was as desperate as it was delicious. “And something to remember me by,” he told her softly and she melted just a
little. “Now get out of here before the bullets start flying.” Zoe jerked a short nod and allowed Jax to pull her from the room and out a hidden
back door. The cold night air bit at her cheeks and went straight up her short skirt,
slapping against the wetness remaining on her thighs, reminding her of what’d been done
to her in the space of one night. “Where’s your car?” Jax asked, scanning the dirt parking lot. She pointed at the
small, unassuming sedan beneath the one streetlamp casting a weak umbrella of light in
the otherwise dark dirt lot and he hurried over to it. She climbed inside the car and stared
up at the man who’d given her a glimpse of a wild life that she never truly appreciated
