All the King's Henchmen

by Morgan Kelley

  There was a litany of profanity from him as he told her exactly what he was going to do to her in that slutty costume.

  “Oh, Mr. James, that sounds very bad.”

  She had no idea.

  All he knew was Elizabeth was driving him batshit insane with each touch. It was the way her teeth scraped down his sensitive flesh that nearly put him over the edge.

  “Come on!” he begged. “I’m so close! I’m about to cum! More!” he hissed, his eyes closed as he pictured her soft, silky flesh rubbing against him.

  He was just about there.

  “Oh, Christ!” he hissed, as the tingle began moving up his body. “I’m ready to cum!”

  Then, without warning, she yelped. It startled him so much, that Callen opened his eyes and looked around. He knew his wife. She’d been surprised too.

  And there he stood.

  There, manhandling their wife was Ethan. While she’d been blowing him, Ethan had pulled her off of his body, and had her trapped beneath him on the bed.

  “Can anyone join in this fuckery?” he asked, whispering in her ear. “I see you’re playing. Well, I find I want you more than I can stand it.”

  “Ethan,” she whispered, as there was the hiss of zipper. It sounded so loud.

  Her heart was thundering. He’d come out of nowhere. They’d been so busy, that they never heard him coming.

  It was hot.

  Anytime they came together like this, it was like a bomb going off. The outcome would be the same.

  There was going to be carnage.

  He was up, pulling her from the bed and shoving her roughly to her knees.

  “Open your mouth.”

  She stared up at him.

  His tie was off, his dick was out, and she was going to take this up ten notches into scorching. She could already tell by the look in his eyes. He’d been watching them.

  It had stirred him up.

  Perfect.

  With his order, she had two choices. Elizabeth was wet, horny, and wanted them both. She went with the harder choice.

  “No.”

  Callen moaned.

  He knew where this was heading. Ethan was a controlled chaos. When he finally let go, he could be wilder, dirtier, and more dangerous in bed.

  When that control snapped…

  There was no coming back from it. It bordered on something so filthy and wild that there would definitely be screaming and begging.

  He stared down at her.

  “I said, open your mouth!” he ordered.

  She went to get up, and he shoved her back down. Grabbing her by the hair, he yanked, and she yelped.

  “I said, no!”

  Ethan pulled his tie from his pocket and wrapped it snugly around her neck. With that makeshift leash, the games were about to begin.

  “When I tell you to do something, you do it.”

  Then he fucked her mouth.

  HARD.

  Her hands went to his thighs, and his pants dropped around his ankles. With one hand in her hair, he controlled the depth of the strokes, and with the other he held the tie, Blackhawk made her his prisoner.

  He moaned as her mouth got to work.

  Elizabeth held on, and she was so wet it wasn’t even funny. She wanted this man.

  Callen watched from the bed, his dick standing at attention. Watching his brother force her to blow him had made him so horny.

  Jesus.

  He was dying. Callen pictured himself holding that silken leash, and it drove him insane. If he could reach his own dick, he’d be jerking off.

  “UNLOCK ME!” he stated, tugging at his cuffs.

  Ethan ignored him.

  He was too busy being blown by his wife. When he’d come home and snuck upstairs, he was driven wild when he saw her in that tiny little beaded skirt.

  Yes, he’d watched her for a few minutes with her ass shaking, as she bobbed her mouth on Callen’s dick. It drove him insane.

  It brought back memories.

  When he saw his brother ‘detained’, it made him so wild he didn’t think he’d be able to control himself.

  Then it hit him.

  Why bother?

  They were being less inhibited, letting love lead the way, and having fun.

  Sex should be a lot of fun.

  Well, the sexy wife blowing him was definitely his definition of fun.

  Or it was about to be.

  “More!” Ethan ordered, forcing her mouth to the base of his erection. It drove his rock-hard dick down her throat. While he knew it had to be uncomfortable, he didn’t care. It made him wild.

  She fought him, choking.

  Her eyes filled with tears as she struggled to breathe. The tie around her neck, leashing her to him, and his hand in her hair wouldn’t let her escape.

  She was his.

  In that moment, this wicked woman was his.

  Her gagging made both men wilder. There was something so deliciously wicked about their woman on her knees like this. It was beyond erotic.

  It was pornographic, and that was them.

  Oh, they didn’t need a wedding night to turn up the heat. They had this chemistry between all of them.

  “SET ME FREE!” Callen ordered, pulling so hard on the cuffs that the headboard was banging into the wall.

  Ethan continued to ignore him.

  Instead, he pulled his slicked-up erection from her mouth and stared down at her.

  “Get on the bed. Don’t make me force you,” he said, shoving his boxers down his body. She moved back from him, shaking her head, keeping up with their sexy little game.

  She was so wet and horny that those stripper britches would never be the same again. There was something so hot about Ethan when he was out of control.

  Or was he?

  One never could tell with him.

  The tight tie around her throat didn’t help her out. It made her want his hands on her body. He knew it too. Ethan didn’t do anything without purpose.

  “I said, get on the fucking bed!”

  She shook her head, praying he’d make her do it. She wanted him to force himself on her. That was her sexy fantasy.

  “No? Still?” he asked.

  He began unbuttoning his shirt.

  “You have until I reach this last button, Elizabeth. Once I do, I won’t stop. In fact, I’m going to take you so hard, you’ll never forget it.”

  She stared up at him.

  Then she said it.

  “Director Blackhawk, don’t!”

  She used the innocent kitten-y voice that made his blood boil and his dick ache.

  Even Callen moaned.

  He reached that last button and dropped his shirt onto the floor. Well, he’d warned her.

  That’s when he struck.

  Yanking her to her feet by that red silk tie, his mouth found hers and he plundered as she fought against him. Her nails found his chest, she kicked him in the leg, and he held onto her with brute strength.

  “I said get on the fucking bed,” he said, shoving her so hard she hit the mattress with a jolt. Her breasts bobbed, and that tie…that deliciously binding tie, fell between her breasts like a leash.

  Ethan was focused on it. As his breathing became labored, and his dick became even harder, he focused on what he was going to do to her.

  “You’re mine,” he hissed.

  Elizabeth nearly came from that alone. She didn’t move from her position on the bed. She was half on Callen, half off and didn’t doubt that’s exactly where he wanted her.

  “I’m going to fuck my woman, and I’m going to do it now.”

  She went to crawl away, but he grabbed her by the foot, yanking her back toward him. She was, once more, trapped on top of Callen’s body. Then Ethan cut off anyway to escape.

  “Stop!”

  He didn’t.

  He couldn’t.

  They’d fooled around a lot, but when she play-fought to escape, it did something to the men. It made them hunters and her prey. It called
to the deepest part of them.

  It made them wild.

  Out of control.

  Animals.

  Long gone was the professional veneer, and in its place was the need to take.

  To own.

  To have.

  This was why they had a safe word.

  She fought. The more she struggled, the tighter the tie became, and the wilder Ethan Blackhawk got. He was lost in the sexual need.

  He was lost in that desire to take his wife like some wild man. He was drunk on the lust. He was addicted to the feeling. As she wiggled against him as he prepared to take her, it was more than enough to make him cum.

  Her ass was wiggling against his dick, and that only did one thing.

  It made him insane.

  “HOLD STILL!” he ordered.

  Callen told her the exact opposite. She was on his dick, and it felt damn good.

  “Keep moving,” he moaned, as she rubbed against him. “God! Keep moving!”

  Ethan managed to hold her down, shove her legs apart, and tear of the beaded skirt to the stripper outfit.

  She gasped.

  Then she shouted, as he drove his erection into the wet warmth of her body—all the while, holding her pinned to Callen’s body by that tie.

  It got tighter.

  Only, he didn’t care.

  Blackhawk couldn’t hold back. His hips would do all of the talking from here on out. The fast, rough strokes claimed her, as she whimpered in need.

  “Oh, fuck! So good,” he muttered in her ear. “I lose total control when you’re acting slutty. This is all your fault,” he admitted.

  She begged as he drove himself into her.

  “Please,” she whispered.

  Oh, he knew why. She wasn’t getting off.

  “I’m going to fuck you, cum in you, and get off. You’re not my problem.”

  She moaned.

  Callen was furiously pulling at the cuffs. One was sliding over his hand, and he would be free soon. Once he was, he was joining the free-for-all.

  Ethan leaned off of her body and stared down at his erection. He was wet from her, and it made him crazy.

  God!

  He loved his life.

  He moved harder into her, and her whole body came up off the bed as he forcefully took her.

  “Let me up!” Callen ordered, now on the bottom of the pile as he was being used as a way to trap Elizabeth.

  Neither answered him.

  She was rubbing his dick so hard, there was that kiss of pain.

  And pleasure.

  MIND.

  NUMBING.

  PLEASURE.

  When she tried to escape again, Ethan yanked on the tie until she complied. Her eyes went huge, and he was never more turned on than in that moment. His one free hand found that soft skin of her ass cheek.

  He hit her.

  It was one crack of skin on skin, and it sounded so damn loud that they all moaned.

  He hit her again, his palm making contact with her ass cheek.

  She whimpered.

  Ethan couldn’t stop. He was too far gone. In fact, he was on the cusp.

  He was close to exploding. His balls were tight, his dick was hard, and she was his.

  On the third slap to her ass, he didn’t pull it. The sound was enough to set him off. Ethan’s balls boiled, and he couldn’t hold back anymore.

  He erupted, filling her with all he had.

  “Christ!” he shouted. “Cumming!”

  Elizabeth was frustrated and needed someone to get her off. She was three days past horny. She was all riled up, and she needed one of them to make her cum.

  As he filled her, her body tingled with need.

  Ethan couldn’t breathe.

  Now…

  This was a proper lunch break.

  As he fell onto the bed, he was spent. His dick was happy, and so was he.

  Just as he dropped, Callen got free.

  He picked Elizabeth up and moved her so he would have easy access to her. Callen was about to have his fun. He’d been the mattress in that sex fest, and now he was going to drive it.

  As in drive himself into her.

  “Callen,” she whimpered, as Ethan held her hands over her head so she was trapped.

  Callen ran his fingers over the silky tie. Oh, this was new and exciting, and he was going to take it for a test drive. Yanking on the tie, she struggled beneath him.

  “Jesus! I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, ogling her trapped body. Her nipples were erect, and someone was enjoying it just as much as they were.

  “Fuck her,” Ethan stated. “Make her beg.”

  Oh, he would.

  Callen placed her legs over his thighs, and he checked out his target. Yeah, it was time.

  Callen loved the way her body swallowed his. He slid home in one long stroke.

  Then he lost control. His body bucked into hers like a furiously wild ride on a bull.

  She begged.

  Callen found that one spot, and he knew she was feeling pretty damn good. There were goosebumps all over her body, and she was begging to be taken.

  “Callen James!”

  He hit that spot, and she tightened her legs around his hips. There was that sound of flesh hitting flesh. There was that sound of his body moving in and out of the wetness of hers.

  There was Ethan’s breathing as he watched them fornicate.

  Callen yanked on the tie, and her whole body shook. Yeah, their wife loved being manhandled in bed.

  Thank God!

  “Fall with me,” he ordered as he couldn’t take much more. He was driving into her, his brother was telling him to take her harder, and she was begging to cum.

  His ability to hold on wavered.

  He was so close.

  Callen had watched his brother take her like some stripper in a club. It was hot, and he was ready to empty into her too.

  “YES!” she shouted, her body bowing.

  Ethan laid there, lazily watching.

  “Harder,” he said. “Make her feel it next week.”

  Callen gave them both that.

  Then, his body tingled, his balls quaked, and he couldn’t fight it. It was the bounce of her breasts, the way she couldn’t move, and the wet heat of all three of them combined.

  Then there was the tightening tie.

  It was all it took.

  He succumbed.

  “NOW!” he ordered, as he drove into her so hard, she slid further into Ethan.

  They came together.

  Callen filled her, his body draining of all the pain, worry, and stress. In that moment, there was just them.

  He fell over her, trying not to crush her.

  The room was silent.

  Finally, Ethan spoke. “Well, I think we’ve done it now. I may never get this little nooner out of my head.”

  She snorted.

  Callen was still over her.

  “I love strippers.”

  She slapped him on the shoulder the second he said it. The whole thing made both brothers laugh.

  “Really, Callen James?” she asked.

  He sat up and grinned.

  “I like you as a stripper. Our father was definitely right. We are a bunch of perverts.”

  Callen’s fingers went to the tie. It was really around her neck tight.

  “Angel,” he said.

  Her hand went to his.

  “I loved every second of it. I can’t wait to see what you two animals come up with next.”

  He unwrapped the tie and handed it back to his brother. Then Callen laid on the bed beside her. He was on his brother’s arm, and his leg was over Elizabeth’s lower body.

  “I needed this,” she stated.

  They knew why.

  It cleared the fog.

  “Well, while that was the highlight of the day, now I have to get back to the office,” Ethan admitted.

  She laughed.

  “I thought you weren’t coming home. What happened to that m
eeting?”

  Well, he had a meeting, but then he remembered that he wanted to make their bond even stronger. Sometimes, you had to give up work and put your marriage first.

  This was one of those times.

  “I passed off my meeting to Gabe, and I brought you the profile. Are you going to stay here and work? Or would you like to take me back to the office?”

  She knew what he’d given up, and why. They spent very little time together, and he’d been trying to scrape together a few moments as a couple.

  Truth be told, his days were so micromanaged that he couldn’t give up much time.

  Her mind was made up.

  “We can go back. I’ll get an update from the team, order some early dinner, and then work out of my office. Later, we’ll go stripper hunting.”

  He laughed.

  “I just did that myself, and my stripper…she was hot,” he teased.

  Well, she tried. Elizabeth was so glad she could still pull it off.

  Callen reluctantly got up and held out his hands for both of them. They each took one, and he pulled them to their feet.

  “Back on the clock,” he said, wishing they could just stay in bed and take a nap.

  Only, he knew that would never happen.

  “Back on the clock,” Ethan said, pulling on his boxers, and shirt.

  “For the record?” she asked.

  They both looked over at her.

  “Yes?” Ethan asked.

  “I love you both so much. I couldn’t do this without you. I’m a lucky girl.”

  Oh, they were the lucky ones.

  As they finished dressing, they each clipped their guns and badges back onto their belts. It was the last part of their routine.

  Ethan stood there in his suit, impeccable as always. Callen was in his jeans and button-down white shirt, his hair tied up,

  And there stood Elizabeth.

  The warrior was ready in her battered boots, the old jeans, and the look of determination on her face.

  It was time to do their thing.

  It was time to find a killer.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Wednesday Afternoon

  A rriving back at the office, Callen had called ahead and asked everyone to meet them there for all of their updates. Now that they had a legit office, with actual space for the whole team, they could meet, go over the intel, and see what popped.

  With Ethan leading her there, they found the team had beaten them there. Not only that, but Chris had even ordered them something to eat.