Dirty Cops Next Door

by Summer Cooper

  She pulled away from David and shifted her hips, a signal that I took to mean enough. I knew that women became just as sensitive as men after an orgasm, so I let her go. Pushing her through it, pushing her straight past the “too much” into something even better, would come later.

  “Toni…” Eric’s voice interrupted as the door to the bathroom opened. I moved, David moved, and Toni braced herself against the counter as the young man came out of the bathroom.

  He looked at the three of us, his glance at his sister telling him something was up, but he wasn’t going to make a scene about it. Good boy. He could have gone the other way, assumed, become angry, and caused a bigger problem. Instead he looked at his panting sister, her cheeks flushed and her hair mussed as she tried to catch her breath.

  “You okay?” That’s all he asked.

  She looked up, her flush turning a deeper shade of crimson, but she held it together.

  “Fine, Eric. You get to bed, honey. They’re just here to discuss that tree we want cutting.” She knew she was lying, and she knew he knew she was lying, but they shared one of those stares that only the truly close can accomplish, and then he shook his head in satisfaction.

  “Cool. I’ll see you in the morning, sis. I have a test tomorrow, so I’m going to bed now.” He gave David and me both a look that said he knew he couldn’t take us, but he’d give it a go if we hurt his sister. Somehow, I didn’t doubt the shorter, much younger man. There was obviously a very strong bond there.

  As he walked away, I pulled Toni close to my side.

  “Let him get to sleep, then come to us. We’ll be waiting for you.”

  She inhaled sharply, her eyes drilling into mine and then David’s. And then we left her in the kitchen, shaken, stirred, and ready for more.

  8

  Toni

  I watched them as they left quietly, still on fire from the experience of having them both engulf me. Another shiver went straight down my spine, the memory of them both touching me so intimately making my stomach tighten as my knees went weak. I probably looked like a lost innocent waif, my hair bedraggled and my eyes big and round as I clutched my arms just under my breasts. They’d just made me come in my own kitchen!

  Then, of all things, Eric caught us! I didn’t know what he’d seen, but he’s not a little boy anymore, surely he’d guessed at what had been happening? I scrubbed at my cheeks with my hands, the sleeves of my shirt covering my palms, the heat there almost an itch. What is wrong with me, I wondered as I reached for the bottle of wine behind me.

  I looked at it, decided I’d had enough, and put it away. I was standing in front of the fridge, trying to decide whether I wanted a piece of chocolate cake or not, trying to decide anything really, but my eyes kept going to the door.

  “We’ll be waiting for you.”

  I pushed the door of the ancient fridge closed and walked into my bedroom. I’d barely had time to do more than unpack my boxes and make up the bed. The same old dark blue blackout curtains I’d had since I was a teenager hung at the window. The bed was covered in a comforter my mother bought for me for Christmas my first year of high school. The furniture had been mine since I was a child.

  There was nothing new really, not in the entire house. Little things, computers, pictures, things like that were newer, but the furnishings had all been things my parents owned. I’d barely been able to afford a new laptop when I started at university, now we could afford even less. Eric was a free man tonight, though, and that was a good thing. I’d hang on to the same chest of drawers, with panels that come off if you try to use the handles, until the day I died if it meant Eric not sitting in a jail cell.

  I sat on the bed with a deep sigh and looked around at my meager belongings. I’d sacrificed and then sacrificed some more after my parents had died. I’d behaved myself, studied, and been there for Eric. I’d pushed myself, and pushed others away, because Eric needed me and I’d needed to finish school. Now school was over, real life was kicking in, and kicking in hard, and I’d been going all out on rabbit-mode for years now.

  Didn’t I deserve… A break?

  I stroked at the fullest part of my bottom lip with the knuckle of my right hand, a habit I’d formed long ago when deep in thought. I glanced in the mirror on the wall, a full-length cheap piece of glass stuck to a cheap frame. I was still young, not bad looking, not really, and there were two men next door who’d managed to get me off in seconds as they sandwiched me between them in my kitchen. What would it be like to be with them, in a bedroom, with plenty of time?

  I felt a deep pulsing ache between my thighs and squeezed without thinking about it. It was just reflex, but it felt so good. I’d hated David when I’d walked into that police station yesterday. Now I just wanted him to pick me up, throw me on a bed and fuck me until he and Grant made me forget the world existed. They’d snatched the world away from me, all of my cares, the stressors that made me do a morning check of my hair for silver strands, and replaced it all with pleasure and bliss.

  I’d fantasized about them for so long, and now reality was just a few hundred feet away. Would reality live up to the fantasy? Did I have it in me to do this? I blew air forcefully from my lungs as I debated with myself. Good girl or bad girl?

  I found myself walking straight to the bathroom. I hurried through my normal routine in ten minutes and got out. I was in such a rush to get my hair dry that I walked out of the bathroom with a wild mane, but decided I kind of liked it. I looked kind of… Sexy. Untamed. Ready to take the world on.

  I’d made my decision.

  Was I ready to take on David and Grant though? That was the real question. Was I ready for both of them at the same time?

  It was so unbelievably dirty but impossibly fantastic! How many times in my life would I possibly get a chance like this, I wondered. They were both gorgeous, too. I stared into the mirror once more. I was going to do it, but I was going to do it on my terms.

  This was the opportunity of a lifetime, maybe even payback for all those years of sacrifice. Maybe this was fate. A little fun, a lot of fun, I giggled to myself, and no strings attached. I could do this. I didn’t need a partner or a full-time lover, I just needed to go over there and let them fuck me into the middle of next week. That’s all.

  No expectations, no undying love, blah, blah, blah. Just sex. That’s all I wanted, all I asked for; a chance to know what real sex was and to explore it with those two unbelievably hot men.

  I went to Eric’s door and listened. The television was on and I could hear gentle snoring. He was asleep. I had my phone in my hand, just in case he woke up for some unknown reason and couldn’t find me. I didn’t want to leave a note, mainly because I didn’t want him to know where I was. He’s my little brother, after all, and I’m supposed to be the responsible adult. That didn’t stop me from grabbing my keys, locking the door behind me, and marching across the dewy grass.

  Grant answered the door, his eyes taking me in. He’d had a shower too, his hair was wet and his skin had that clean, soapy scent that made my nostrils flare. I didn’t say anything, I couldn’t think of anything to say. I just stood there. My pulse was racing so hard I was certain he could probably see my eyes pulsing with it, and my breathing was heavy. I was on the verge of running, either to him or away, I hadn’t decided yet.

  Rather than forcing the issue, Grant did the smart thing and waited for me to decide. I stepped toward him, and he stepped back. I pushed the door closed behind me and followed the silent man into the living room. I took in a room filled with paraphernalia from their lives, pictures of them in their uniforms, citations on the walls, a television, a black couch, recliner, and loveseat, along with black tables on dark blue carpet. I didn’t care about any of it. I could only see Grant as he turned, his pajama pants low on his hips, as he walked down a dark hallway very similar to mine, and into a bedroom.

  I wondered if I should have put on more than just my own pajamas and a coat, but I didn’t own anything I’d conside
r sexy. There’d been no need for it and I didn’t want to waste money on things that would never be worn. Now, though, I wished I had a long, silky black silk and lace nightgown, or some of that stuff with the strappy things that tie to the stockings, anything besides my blue PJs covered in laughing monkeys.

  I felt awkward, a familiar sensation, but squashed it beneath bravado. They’d take me in my childish PJs or not. If they were as interested as I thought they were, they’d take me. Literally, hopefully. I held back a snort at that, covering my mouth as I walked into the bedroom.

  Okay, maybe I was unprepared but these two weren’t. The room was dominated by a huge bed, black lace hanging from each of the posts at the four corners. It was a gothic room of romance and seduction, the main colors black and red, a variety of candles making the room glow. A grown-up room of delights. I inhaled softly, but deep, awareness of the decision I’d made suddenly overwhelming me. I was going to give myself to these two men.

  They could do anything with me.

  I looked at Grant as he turned to me, his eyes taking in my sudden discomfort. He didn’t miss anything, this man, and I knew it.

  “Come here, princess.” He held out a hand to me, his eyes imploring me, promising me safety in the storm that was my own emotions in that moment.

  I took his hand and all was calm once again, everything made sense.

  “You can leave anytime you want to. We will stop if you want us and if we think we’re pushing beyond your own boundaries. We will stop ourselves if we think we need to. There will be no questions, needling, or threats. This is all about you and us, Toni. It is about pleasure, need, and desire. Do you understand?” The color of his eyes, normally so light they appeared almost clear, were now dark, startlingly so.

  “I…” I stopped, mesmerized by his eyes. I wanted to say so much, so many different things, but I couldn’t. I didn’t need to. “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  He pulled me with him as he went to sit on the edge of the bed. I went to him willingly, my hands tangling in the hair at the back of his head. It felt like silk and I loved the feel of it between my fingers. I couldn’t stop myself from biting my lip in glee when he touched me, his hands sliding up the back of my thighs, over my ass, and splaying over the small of my back.

  I looked down at him, my head spinning in anticipation. I was really about to do this.

  “Do you want David to join us? Would you rather be with David?” He didn’t look hurt, just curious.

  A wave of shock passed through me, but disappeared quickly. I didn’t need to think about it, I knew what I wanted. I leaned down, my lips almost touching his as I cupped his head. My hair fanned down around us, the silky tresses a curtain.

  “Grant, I came here expecting to get both of you. I’m not going to pretend to be unaware of what is going to happen. I’m not going to run away. I made up my mind before I came here. David can come in when he’s ready.”

  He inhaled sharply as our mouths fused, the need to taste him again not letting me tease him any longer.

  “I’ve wanted you so much.” His hands were at my ass now, pulling to him as he leaned back.

  I let my legs go to each side of him, straddling him as I found his mouth once more. The world disappeared when one of them touched me, there was only us. It felt so strange, having someone between my legs, but it felt right. I pressed myself down, over that hard ridge of him, the part that I was about to see, taste, and feel.

  I heard a moan and realized it was my own, then did it again. It felt so good, pressing my center into him like that. Fuck, it felt so good. I lost myself in dancing on his hips, but he soon pulled me back to reality.

  “Easy, princess. Don’t rush it.” His words were a soothing softness in my ears as his hands gripped my hips to hold me still. “We don’t have to be anywhere for hours. Enjoy it.”

  “I just, uh…” I looked around, how should I say this?

  “You aren’t a virgin, are you?” He’d gone still beneath me, his eyes as tight as his jaw.

  “Would that change things?” I heard the quiver in my voice and hated it.

  9

  Toni

  “No, not really. You seem pretty certain about what you want to do, and if that’s how you want it, that’s how you’ll get it, Toni.”

  “Good. I wish I’d known you back when I was a virgin and a stupid high school girl. No, I’m not a virgin, just naïve. He was the only one and it was a long time ago.”

  Fleeting memories of a time when my parents were away and the boy next door I’d liked so much had convinced me I was the love of his life. Clumsy groping, inexperienced kisses, a buildup of something that never quite got where it was supposed to go.

  “Tonight’s not going to be anything like that, Toni. I can promise you that.” I guessed he could hear the regret in my voice, because he kissed me softly, his hands now at my jaw, holding my face to his.

  I felt another pair of hands, disembodied, on my ass, pressing into the flesh, kneading it, as Grant’s tongue slipped between my lips. I didn’t jump, I knew it was David. It had to be.

  I pressed back into the hands, loving the sensations he was making me feel. I braced myself on my elbows and pushed into David’s hands, against Grant’s cock, as Grant kissed me deeply.

  I sighed in delight, the sensation of Grant’s bare chest beneath me intoxicating. His skin was smooth, hairless, a plane of well-developed muscles and bone. I stroked one hand down his side and was pleased to feel him shiver in response. It wasn’t all about sucking dick and getting off in a hurry then, I realized.

  David moved, coming to lie beside Grant. He looked up at me as I rose over Grant, his blue eyes staring into mine.

  “Do you know how beautiful you are, Toni? Without all of the makeup, without all of the artifice that so many women use to hide who they really are, you are, undoubtedly, one of the most beautiful women I’ve ever seen.” The way his head tilted made me wonder if that was a compliment or if it angered him for some reason. “I can’t figure it out. I can’t get you out of my head.”

  His hand reached for me and I leaned down to him, kissing him as Grant’s hands went to my ass to keep me from falling over. I kissed David as passionately as I had kissed him in my kitchen, with all that I knew to give. Hands touched me, but I didn’t know whose, both, all over me, at the same time. Four hands stroked from my thighs to my face, a pause to stroke the side of my breasts, or to slide beneath my shirt for just a moment, made me squirm.

  “Touch me, please, touch me.” I broke away from David long enough to gasp the words before I went back for more.

  Grant shifted, his hands pulled me from David, and my shirt disappeared. I was bare beneath it, and I did not shy from their view. They took in the natural shape of my full breasts, the dark peach color of my nipples, and the slim outline of my waist. Each stroked a finger down my nipples, down my flat stomach, to the spot where my pants hid the rest of me from their view.

  Grant grinned and sat up, his hands diving beneath my pants at the back.

  “Let’s see it all, baby.” His grin was infectious and I couldn’t help but grin back as he pushed my pants down. He stopped halfway, distracted by my breasts. “Oh, these are lovely.”

  His breath whispered against the tips, making them impossibly tighter, just before he closed his lips around the left one. I gasped as wet heat surrounded the sensitive bud, I clasped his head to me, but then David sat up. He wanted his own taste.

  I brought his lips to my other nipple and watched in awe as his mouth closed around me too. That’s when I lost sight of them. My head fell back as pleasure coursed straight down to my core and rocked me entirely. It was incredible!

  “Don’t stop, please, fuck, don’t stop!” I whimpered the plea as Grant pressed my hips into his own once more. I was making sounds I’d never heard myself make before, but I didn’t care. It all felt so good. Their tongues laved at my nipples, sucked at them, and their teeth nipped the silky flesh. Their hand
s grasped at me, holding me, squeezing me into their mouths gently, as I felt liquid heat pool hot and aching between my legs.

  “Grant… David… Fuck!” I couldn’t think of what to say, I just wanted to speak, to say something as my fingers clutched at their heads, not wanting to let them go. My left hand was buried in the silky strands of Grant’s hair, my right grasping at David’s bare skin, my nails playing over his skin.

  I looked down as David let my nipple pop free of his mouth, his grinning eyes staring up at me with wicked intent.

  “Don’t get off yet, love, we’re only getting started.”

  I felt my left eyebrow go up as I shook my head in wonder. “Oh?”

  “Oh yes, Toni. Only getting started.”

  I pulled away, dazed, drugged with their attention, and stared down at them. My men, for the night.

  “Well, are we going to get naked or are you two just going to stare at me?”

  I shrieked with laughter as Grant stood, my body cradled in his arms before he put me down on the bed.

  “Baby, tonight, all we’re worried about is you. Touch us, lick us, suck us, scratch us, whatever the fuck you want to do, but tonight is all yours. You’re going to remember this for the rest of your life.” He grinned at me just before he swooped down, pulling my pants from my body in one swift motion.

  I’d fantasized about sucking his cock, about how it would glisten with my saliva, what it must feel like, but as he buried his head between my thighs, his right hand gripping at my stomach to hold me down, I forgot all about those plans. All I could do was groan as I felt the heat of his tongue sliding between my folds just before his lips sucked a spot that had my hips dancing off the bed.

  David came to me then, his clothes gone, his body shimmering in the candlelight. “It’s okay, Toni. Ride it out, baby. Let him make you come again.”