Takedown: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance

by Lana Hartley

  “Now,” Nicholas whispers, his voice making my inner muscles clench at just the thought of what I know we’re about to do, “Can you take it?” He slides one hand under my dress, placing his hand right above Derek’s and using his thumb to press down on my clit. I open my mouth to answer his question but, with both men using their hands to work on my pussy, the words get lost on their way up my throat. All I can do is to let out a loud moan, my insides clenching as a response to the electricity pooling in my muscles.

  They keep moving their fingers until there’s no place in my body for all that electricity to hide; my muscles tense up and then start to twitch, releasing waves of pleasure that crash against my mind, each wave promising much more pleasure than this.

  Slowly, they take their hands out from between my thighs. I open my eyes, a smile of satisfaction on my lips as I look from one man to the other.

  “I...can take it,” I manage to say between breaths, my lungs working as if I had just finished a half-marathon. “I can take it all.” With that, I curl my fingers around both their cocks, gripping them tightly over their pants. “The question is...Can you handle me?” I ask them, grinning wildly. Their response is a silent one...But it’s the correct answer all the same.

  Their hands moving like claws, they hook their fingers on the fabric of my dress, hanging limply by my waist, and push it down my legs. I raise my ass from the seat, allowing the dress to slide down easily, and then sit back down, their eyes wandering all over my almost naked body.

  Turning to the side, I place both hands on Derek’s lap, my fingers pulling at his belt and unbuckling it. It comes free, the sound of leather and metal blending into a sensual sound, and I start unbuttoning his pants without a breath in between. As his cock pushes against my hand under his boxer briefs, Nicholas runs his hands down my back, resting them on my lower back; he gives me a slight push, nudging me toward Derek so that he can get a hold of my ass.

  Leaning in, I look up at Derek before focusing on his cock, it’s thick shape straining against his underwear and begging my fingers to be set free. I’m happy to oblige, so, grabbing at his boxer briefs, I pull it down; his cock springs free at once, its tip glistening from the drops of pre-cum hanging there.

  “I want this,” I purr, looking up at Derek as I let my tongue out from between my lips, its wet tip brushing against Derek’s thick glans. I circle it with lewd movements, never taking my eyes off of Derek as I do it. He places his hands on top of my head, and I can almost see the struggle behind his eyes as he debates whether to force me down or allow me to do my thing. In the end, he simply places his fingers on my head, running them through my hair as he throws his head back against the seat.

  “Not as much as I want it,” Derek sighs, my tongue now running down his shaft. While I take care of Derek’s pulsing cock, Nicholas’s hands are squeezing my ass; the thin string of my thong the only barrier between him and all that I hold hidden. His fingers spread wide across my ass cheeks and he pushes me forward slightly; willingly, I go on all fours on the seat, both ass and pussy turned to Nicholas as my mouth is solely devoted to Derek’s cock.

  I part my lips, resting them over the head of Derek’s cock, and slowly roll them down; once his tip is inside of my mouth, I move back, sucking as I go. I repeat that gentle teasing motion, sucking and licking while Nicholas’s fingers trace the contour of my thong, going between my ass cheeks all the way down to my drenched pussy. All of a sudden, he pushes my thong to the side and dives into me, pressing his hungry mouth over my naked pussy. A spike of pleasure piercing my mind, I let my lips go down Derek’s shaft, my mouth taking all of his long inches in.

  There’s no rhythm or reason to the way I start moving my head; I simply bob it up and down, as best as I can, stroking Derek with my lips while my tongue laps at it. It’s hard to keep a steady rhythm when there’s a man such as Nicholas behind you, his mouth devouring your pussy in a way that would leave me moaning and purring if it weren’t for the fact that my mouth is already busy.

  While Nicholas licks me, he has his hands resting on my ass, massaging my cheeks and keeping me in place as his tongue runs back and forth across my pussy. Raising one hand, he brings it down again in a quickly, laying it flat across my right ass cheek with a loud sound of flesh on flesh. He does it again, this time with his other hand, smacking me in such a way that I have to take Derek’s cock out of my mouth, an anxious moan climbing up my throat.

  Maybe it’s because I moaned, or maybe he’s keeping his own secret rhythm—all that matters is that he starts licking me with a renewed effort, his tongue sliding inside of me and causing my insides to burn. He’s devouring me furiously, his mouth open wide and pressed tight against my pussy as he pushes me toward the climax.

  “Don’t. You. Stop,” I manage to say between my gritted teeth, still unable to wrap my lips around Derek’s cock. But don’t think I’ve grown lazy; my fingers are curled tight around his thick shaft, and my hand is working him at a steady—although erratic—pace.

  Nicholas says nothing, not daring to take his mouth off of my pussy. But, faithful to what I’ve just told him, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he runs one finger between my ass cheeks, caressing my asshole gently while his tongue slides in and out of me. I feel a violent shiver going up my spine, and I start stroking Derek even harder, my fingers gripping him so tight that a lesser man would just grab my wrist and make me stop.

  “Oh, fuck...” I hiss, closing my eyes as I feel slight spasms taking over my pussy, readying it for the second orgasm of the day. Feeling me close, Nicholas presses down with his thumb, slightly pushing it inside of my asshole. My insides clench as I feel him go in, and just like that, I come undone. “Fuck!” I cry out, thrusting my hips back against Nicholas and rubbing my pussy juices all over his face as ecstasy caresses my mind. He keeps licking me while I come, only pulling out when he feels my muscles relaxing.

  “Now you have something else to miss,” he says, and I look over my shoulder at him, a grin taking over my lips as I see my fluids dripping down his chin. He moves his arm as if he's going to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and I stop him without thinking of a good reason why.

  “Don’t,” I simply say, the words hanging heavy in the air. He doesn’t ask why, nor do his eyes widen in surprise; instead, he grins back at me, a flicker of lust in his eyes.

  Sitting up—although I never let go of Derek’s cock—I place one hand over Nicholas’s crotch, massaging his hard cock over his pants. That wicked grin still adorning his lips, he leans into me; my eyelids droop by instinct, the scent of my pussy hitting me before his lips do. He crushes his mouth against mine, Derek’s cock suddenly forgotten as I savor myself on Nicholas’s lips.

  “Delicious,” Nicholas whispers at me as he pulls back, his eyes on my mouth, probably seeing how my skin glistens with my own juices covering it.

  “I know,” I smile, my hand once again moving up and down over Derek’s cock. Using only one hand, I start unbuckling Nicholas’s belt, my fingers moving slowly but surely. I unzip his fly in the same fashion, and then turn my hand around so that I can feel the bulging shape under his underwear pressing against my open palm. I waste no time; I pull his boxer briefs down, immediately wrapping my fingers around his throbbing shaft. I lean back against the seat, biting my lower lip as I stroke both men, this time my rhythm no longer an erratic one.

  “Where do I even start?” I purr out loud, looking from Derek to Nicholas. Letting go of their cocks, I slide down the seat, my knees hitting the floor as I turn to face them. “Maybe I’ll start with you...” I whisper, moving my hand up Nicholas’s leg, my open fingers brushing against his shaft. “Or maybe with you...” My other hand crawls up Derek’s leg to his cock, my fingers grabbing it gently. “Decisions, decisions...”

  “Let me help you decide,” Nicholas says, reaching for me and tangling his fingers in my hair; with no hesitancy in his movements, he pulls my head in, forcing me to lean in toward his cock. He allows no time
for a slow boil, so I just open my mouth as wide as I can, his cock sliding inside of me over my wet tongue. It fills me up in an instant, pulsing against my tongue and the inside of my cheeks, and I don’t stop until his glans is pressed tight against the back of my throat. Only then do I roll my lips back to his tip, sucking him on the way out. His cock slides out of my mouth with a loud pop, but before I can take him in again, Derek runs his hands through my hair and yanks, pulling me toward him.

  Never taking my eyes from them, I slide my thong down, lifting my knees from the floor as I push it through. Fully naked, I go up to my feet and turn around, my back to Derek; without even bothering to undress him any further, I grab his cock and lower myself over it. I stop when I feel his glans against my folds, and I rub it along my pussy for just a heartbeat. Not wanting to tease myself, I close my eyes and ease myself down, Derek’s cock moving past my inner lips and straining against my inner walls. When he’s in me to the hilt, I turn my head to the side and lock eyes with Nicholas; he’s looking at me and Derek as if he were hypnotized, a hunger in his eyes that won’t be denied much longer.

  “Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you,” I tell him with a grin, reaching for his cock with my hand. Grabbing it firmly, I start stroking him, moving my hand as I start to sway my hips against Derek’s body.

  “I wouldn’t let you forget about me,” Nicholas simply says, reaching for my tits and squeezing them, my flesh molding to his fingers. I close my eyes again, surrendering to the sway of my own body and the feeling of Derek’s cock deep inside of my pussy. It’s hard work being with two men—you can’t simply focus on your own pleasure. But I’m not complaining; that’d just be silly.

  Derek’s hands are resting on my lower back, his fingers brushing over the tiny dimples I have there as he starts to rock his body against mine, thrusting upward. It doesn’t take long for his thrusts to replace the sway of my hips. I merely keep in place, grinding against him as he moves up and down. Wanting to devote all my attention to the cock deep inside of me, I let go of Nicholas’s cock and look him in the eye.

  “I want you to stroke yourself,” I tell him, a note of dominance in my words. “I want you to do it while Derek fucks me,” I continue, my voice quivering as Derek starts to thrust harder. Nicholas doesn’t bother responding; he returns my gaze, unblinking, and grabs his cock. Never taking his eyes off of me, he starts to stroke himself, moving his hand at a steady but anxious pace.

  Enjoying the view, I let one hand slide down my stomach and press two fingers over my clit, rubbing it fast. I have to grit my teeth, my brain suddenly overloaded; it has to deal with the sight of Nicholas stroking himself, my fingers on my clit, and Derek’s cock pushing back against my insides. All in all, it’s almost too much for me to take. Gritting my teeth, I breathe out deeply, my fingers moving even faster as something wild and fierce grows inside of me.

  “Yes...” I mutter, hissing through my gritted teeth as I feel my body tensing up. “Oh, yes...” Like a bullet flying out from the muzzle of a gun, I go off; I scream my lungs out, not even bothering to care if anyone can hear us. We should be safe enough, since the whole van was built to be soundproof, but I have my doubts that a scream as loud as mine will go unnoticed. I don’t have the time to ponder stuff like that though; there’s a surge of electric pleasure in all of my muscles, and I close my eyes as my pussy clamps around Derek’s cock. I throw myself back against him, the fabric of his shirt on my back, and simply surrender to the waves of pleasure lapping at my body.

  “Good girl,” Derek whispers against my ear, squeezing my right breast while he speaks. I chuckle at that, his words waking up that deviousness inside of me.

  “There’s nothing good in me, Derek...” I say, a gentle laugh leaving my mouth. “I’m a bad girl, through and through.”

  “Let’s see how bad you are when I’m the one fucking you,” I hear Nicholas saying, his words jolting me back into action.

  Without allowing myself a moment’s rest, I get up, making Derek’s cock pop out of my pussy. I climb on top of the seat and go on all fours, swaying my ass from side to side toward Nicholas.

  “Let’s see then,” I say, Nicholas hooking his fingers on my waist. My hands are on Derek’s legs, my eyes on his erect shaft, but I’m fully focused on my pussy right now. Nicholas has knelt on the seat right behind me, and he’s pressing his glans against my wet folds, rubbing it against me without thrusting. Anxious to feel his shaft, I push my hips back, his cock sliding two inches inside of me.

  “If that’s how you want it,” Nicholas whispers, pushing his cock all the way in. I gasp as I feel his thickness stretching me wide, his cock moving fast and mercilessly. Without wasting time, he starts to rock his hips, sliding his cock in and out of me while he keeps his fingers hooked on my waist.

  My brain coming to terms with the way Nicholas is ravaging me, I finally give Derek the attention he deserves: I grab his shaft with one hand and lower myself over it, parting my lips and allowing him inside my mouth. My wetness is still coating his shaft, and I can’t help but twirl my tongue around it, licking it dry of my own fluids.

  Nicholas’s cock in my pussy and Derek’s in my mouth, I let my body be moved by instinct and desire. I sway my hips, thrusting back against Nicholas, and keep moving my head in a coming and going motion over Derek’s cock.

  I want to moan and I want to scream; the only thing stopping me from doing so is Derek’s cock, his cock pushing my tongue down as it slides in and out of my mouth. That doesn’t stop me from dangling over the edge. Both their cocks ravaging me, it’s a matter of seconds until that electric buzz bubbles up to the surface; I feel it under my skin, tiny sparks of pleasure pulling at the edges of my mind. The urge to scream becoming too strong to deny, I raise my head and take Derek’s cock out of my mouth.

  “Fuuu—” I start, the word dying on my lips as it turns into a frenzied scream of ecstasy. I feel the muscles in my throat cramping up, but that doesn’t shut me up. Oh, no—I hiss and moan all the while, riding my orgasm all the way to the end. My muscles are trembling and twitching, and when they finally stop I feel exhaustion taking over me; it’s as if pleasure gives way to concrete, my limbs feeling too heavy to move. The moment Nicholas pulls out, I simply roll to the side and collapse on top of the seat breathing so hard I feel on the verge of passing out.

  I lie back, forgetting about everything turning upside down in St. Carlta as I let my lungs work themselves into a normal state. When the orgasms start to subside, I open my eyes. Nicholas is still kneeling on the seat, his cock right above my face, and Derek is kneeling at my feet; I spread my legs, allowing Derek to kneel between them, and grin at both men.

  “Show me what you've got,” I purr, my voice laced with exhaustion. “Come for me...” I tell them, and they grab their cocks at the same time. Their eyes on my body, they start to stroke themselves, moving their hands at a frantic pace. I moan, not because of something my body is feeling, but because of the pleasure coating my mind; after all, what could be more pleasurable than having both Nicholas and Derek jerking off over my naked body?

  I hear one of them groan, and the very next second, a rope of cum hits me across the chest. I don’t know if it came from Derek or from Nicholas, but in the end, it doesn’t even matter; one second after that they both start coating me in cum, their cocks gushing all over me. Their warm juices cascade onto my skin eagerly, thick strands of cum painting my body in pale white.

  “So fucking good...” I moan, grabbing my tits and rubbing their cum all over.

  I move my hands from my breasts to my stomach, sliding my fingers all over my skin, smearing myself with cum. With my eyes still closed, I open my mouth, sticking my tongue out as an invitation; they take the hint pretty quickly, their saltiness soon all over my tongue. My mouth brimming with cum, I let them spray the rest of their load all over the rest of my body. Still lying down on the seat, I don’t dare to move; I keep still, frozen in place as I feel fat drops of cum drip down
my skin and onto the seat.

  I close my mouth, but before swallowing, I open up my eyes; I want to see the look on their face as I do it. Glancing at Derek and then at Nicholas, I finally allow their cum down my throat, their flavor blending into something so mind numbing that a violent shiver goes down my spine.

  Winding down, I rub my tits again, moving my thumbs over my drenched nipples and trembling it slightly as I do it. Every inch of skin is sensitive, my nerve endings responding to every subtle touch. It seems that the aftermath of pleasure is even more pleasure.

  “See?” I ask, willing my body to move as I sit up, placing my hands on their legs. “Sharing is fun. There’s always time to share.” They say nothing, but the satisfaction plastered all over their faces tells me everything that I need to know.

  Sharing is fun, indeed...especially when I’m the one being shared.

  William

  Looking down at the newspapers and intelligence reports spread on top of the table, I drum my fingertips against my thigh and sigh heavily. Things are happening fast—much faster than any of us would like. And now, with Prince Gladrell’s apparent betrayal, things are heating up.

  In one of our early meetings, the Prince was adamant on having us share the location of the hideout. Lucien and Richard drew a line in the sand, though, and it’s because of them that we’re still safe.

  “Time is running out, William,” Malcolm tells me, the tone in his voice a dire one. He sits on one of the chairs around the large table, leaning back against it and propping his feet up. “Soon enough we’ll have to act,” he continues, rubbing his tired eyes. None of us have been getting enough sleep, and it’s starting to show. With just seven of us coordinating the whole rebel movement, this whole mission is definitely our most challenging one, and the stakes have never been higher.