Blitzed

by Lauren Landish

  They turned around, and I had to marvel again at the development they showed. Besides a very nice pert bubble butt, both were built wonderfully, until I saw the thick scars that crossed Felix's back like a gigantic X, going from shoulder to hip on both sides. "Felix, what is that?"

  "Some kings wear a crown," Felix said, looking over his shoulder at me, his dark eyes filled with desire and emotion. "Some have their birthright etched on their flesh by rod and lash."

  I slid to the edge of the bed and reached forward, tracing scars with my finger. Tears blurred my vision as I thought of such pain being inflicted on him, until I realized he was proud to carry those scars. Leaning in, I kissed them where they crossed, then playfully smacked him on the ass. "Good. You pass inspection. Francois, your turn."

  I started at his lower back, tracing my fingernails over the lines of definition in his muscles, kissing up his spine to nuzzle at his neck. I found his neck and nipped, causing him to jump. "Maybe you should get some scars too," I whispered in his ear, licking the lobe. "Say, fingernails?"

  He moaned and tilted his head away to let me suck on the soft skin there while I reached around to grip his now iron-hard cock and pumped it slowly. "Mmm, now this I have to taste."

  Sitting back on the bed, I untied the string on the side of my skirt that was keeping it closed and pushed it down my hips, leaving me in just my bra and panties. I rested my hands on my hips, a naughty smirk on my face. "Well?"

  Francois caught my implication faster than Felix did, a devilish grin breaking out on his face as he crawled up the bed to kiss me. Reaching behind, he struggled for a moment with my bra before finding his way and unfastening it. Felix wasn’t one to let his brother's exuberance get him down, kissing up my thigh to hook his fingers in my panties and roll them off my hips and down my legs. "So beautiful," he whispered.

  My mind went into overload as two sets of lips, four hands, and two amazing men sent sparks of electricity through my body. Francois kissed down to my breasts, his tongue circling around my left nipple while Felix kissed up the insides of my thighs, his tongue finding the swollen, puffy lips.

  Felix lowered his tongue and licked slowly, my legs trembling as he dragged his tongue between my labia, smacking his lips when he was done. "Amazing."

  "Save some for me," Francois teased back, taking his head from my nipple to look down then into my eyes. "Is this what you want?"

  "And more," I groaned back, my legs wrapping around Felix's shoulders as he slid his hands underneath my ass to lift me to his hungry mouth. "I want it all."

  "You’ll make a good Gypsy," Francois replied before lowering his lips again to my breast, sucking and licking at my hard, pebbled nipple. I couldn't believe the sensation as his tongue matched with Felix between my legs. My head tossed from side to side, unable to comprehend what I was feeling. Reaching out, I searched for Francois's hips and reached around, finding his thick cock.

  I pumped him with my hand while they combined to set every nerve in my body on fire. I couldn’t take it for long — they were too much. My thighs clamped around Felix's head as I groaned, my orgasm coating his face in my juices. He looked up at me from between my legs and grinned, his eyes glittering in happiness and his face shiny with my arousal.

  "Get that cock up here," I growled in reply, pushing him back with my toes. Felix mounted the bed on the other side of me, his cock just as thick and hard. Taking him in my other hand, I pumped him as well, drawing both of them until they were next to my face. Turning from side to side, I looked at the two thick, veiny shafts and pink heads, unable to decide which to taste first until Felix gave me a nudge.

  I wrapped my lips around his head, sucking lightly before licking up and down his shaft, all the way from where his balls hung heavy to the tip again. Turning my head, I repeated the caress on Francois, whose balls were just as full. I alternated sucks and licks, loving both of them until they were gasping. "Mi Amor . . .” Felix said in warning, and I pulled back.

  "Not yet," I said, squirming out of the way. "On your back."

  Felix got up and reached into a bag, pulling out two condoms, throwing one to his brother and then laid on his back. Francois moved aside, giving his brother plenty of room to arrange himself. I took his cock in my hand and helped him slide the condom all the way down, then mounted his shaft, groaning as I made my way down, filling myself and looking into his eyes.

  “Get back there Francois, and take what’s yours," I said, leaning over. I don't know what craziness filled me, but I knew what I wanted. I was wetter than I'd ever been in my life, and my body was hungry for something it could never have anticipated even a week prior.

  Felix didn't say anything, studying my face carefully for any signs of pain as Francois's cock slipped in next to him. Francois for his point went slow, working himself in and out in tiny, almost imperceptible strokes that still left my body climbing toward another orgasm. "Are you okay?" Felix whispered in my ear. "We don’t have to."

  "Yes you do," I replied, kissing him tenderly. "I want to."

  My body clenched and I moaned into his mouth as another orgasm swept over me, my pussy clenching around both of the cocks inside me. They held themselves perfectly still while I rode the wave, my heart beating hard and fast in my chest from the sensation. When it passed, I still wasn't sated and looked back at Francois. "One more thrust, all the way."

  He nodded slowly and pushed, unable to be denied. I was nearly split I felt so full, but at the same time, I’d never felt more wanted — sexier. I shifted my hips, then giggled. "We did it, but now I don't know what to do next."

  Felix lifted my hips slightly with his arms, letting his cock slip halfway out of me, then looked at Francois over my shoulder. "Can you still?"

  "Yes," Francois said, "but hold her."

  I understood what he wanted and pulled my knees in slightly, letting some of my weight rest there while Felix supported the rest. He smiled and kissed my nose, which was nearly touching his. "You’re amazing. I've said it before, but it needs repeating."

  I gave up all pretense of control, letting the two most interesting men I’d ever known take over. At the same time, they started thrusting into me. At first, they alternated strokes, one long thick cock filling me while the other withdrew. My vision faded, and my breath caught in my chest as they pumped in and out of me, sliding over each other to never leave me empty but instead in a constant sense of touch and caress. I couldn't imagine lasting long, but didn't care. I wanted to be used by these two gods of men.

  Suddenly, Felix paused a half beat, and their cocks aligned, filling me with one long, hard, powerful thrust that was in time. I cried out, pleasure eclipsing my body as their groans and grunts filtered through my ears. My brain was shutting down, everything becoming the feeling of them pounding into me, the tight ball of my orgasm building higher and higher.

  Francois grunted in warning, his fingers digging into my waist as he came. Felix slammed into me one more time, before letting out a loud roar, and a third mind-blowing orgasm sent me tumbling into unconsciousness.

  I became aware again of the sound of the waves lapping at the shore of the nearby beach, as I had that morning. This time, however, I was in a warm, firm tangle of arms and legs, Felix and Francois nestled on each side of me, my head resting on Felix's bicep. Blinking, I looked up to see him smiling gently down at my face. "You're awake."

  "How long was I out?" I asked, smiling and kissing his chin. "That was something else.”

  “For all of us, I’m sure,” he said softly. "It's about midnight. I woke up myself just a few minutes ago."

  "Felix . . . what we did, you're okay with it?"

  "If I wasn't, I would have said something," he replied, kissing me just above my right eyebrow. "It was something I'd never even thought about before, but for you, I'd do anything. Also, I had assumed something similar had happened in my father's bed for years as I grew up, although the genders were switched."

  I winced as I shifted my legs, m
y insides sore but satiated. "As great as that was, it isn't something I plan on doing on a regular basis. We're going to have to work something out."

  "We will," he said assuredly. "I hope you're not meaning a calendar, though."

  I laughed silently and kissed him again. "No, not a timetable. But I don't regret a bit of it. I think I’m falling in love with you. And him. It’s fun but confusing.”

  "I know," Felix replied. “I’m curious as to where this goes with the three of us, but in some ways, it’s poetic. Our father falls in love with two women, who each bear him a son. The two sons fall in love with the same woman. It's very geometrically neat, isn't it?"

  "Only if I have twin children from it," I replied, then blinked. "Wait . . . that's a possibility, isn't it?"

  "That sex leads to children? That's what I've been told. What type of school did you go to in St. Louis?" Felix joked lightly.

  I shook my head, rolling my eyes. “Wise ass.”

  Felix shifted around, and I moved my head to his chest. Francois muttered in his sleep behind me, his arm slipping down to my waist protectively, and I pushed back into him. I could feel his cock against my thigh, and while my body was in no condition for more sex, I took comfort from his strength as well. My stomach grumbled, and I chuckled. "If your brother isn't up soon, I'm going to wake him up," I whispered. "After all of that, I need food. Do you happen to know if this tiny little town has a late night restaurant?"

  "I'm sure there's some cantina that we can find open still," Felix said. "How do you plan to wake him up? He often sleeps like the dead."

  "I bet he'll wake up if I swallow his cock," I laughed. "What do you think?"

  "I think I'll pretend to fall asleep now, either to avoid watching or in hopes of getting the same treatment," Felix replied, chuckling. "Either way, it's a benefit to me."

  Chapter 14

  Francois

  The next morning, while Felix and Jordan were deciding what to do for breakfast, I pulled my clothes on quickly. "Sorry guys, it’s not that I don’t want to debate where to get good eggs around here, but there is something I need to do."

  "What’s that?” Jordan asked, still distractingly nubile and nude on the bed. "Don't tell me you are suddenly shy."

  "He probably had a pre-arranged girl here that he has to break it off with," Felix quipped. "He sets those up in every town."

  "I do not," I growled in frustration. "That only happened once, and I'd known her previously. And while it’s none of your business Felix, no that is not what it’s about. It’s private business of mine."

  Felix shrugged, unconcerned. "Okay. When you come back, do you want to help me?"

  “With what?"

  "I need to learn French and Romani," Jordan said from the bed, "unless you plan on being my full-time walking translator for the foreseeable future."

  "We can start with French," Felix said, "it’s more applicable to daily life."

  I nodded and left them, Felix's eyes already glimmering with the idea of teaching Jordan French. Leaving the hotel, I wandered down the road toward the only real market in town, where I bought some fresh fruits and bottled drinks for later. Santa Rosalia was a mining town, with huge copper mines nearby, and as such, the water was even more polluted than most of Mexico. Even the ocean was not as clean as it could have been, but the city did try to do some things to not totally ruin the limited tourist trade.

  After draining half a bottle of water, I made my way north along Highway 1, which was really the only main street in the town, to the city library, which for some reason was named after Mahatma Gandhi. Inside, the warm sun was cut down by cool shade, which in the winter months was a bit chilly, but I was certain was much appreciated by the town's bibliophiles in summer. It wasn't much of a library, but the stacks were enough for my purposes.

  Another employee of our agent was waiting for me, wearing a slouched cowboy hat and looking over an old, cheap paperback Tom Clancy novel, the cover tattered and scuffed. "La Caza del Submarino Ruso," I said slowly, reading the cover. "Never a fan of that one myself."

  "My employer was interested when you said you wanted to talk about another job already." The agent had very good English, which was an unexpected blessing after the terrible accent the man in California had. My ears for foreign language are not as good as Felix's. On the other hand, I can tolerate their deceptive talking and bullshit more than he can. "He wants to know why."

  "Because I have personal goals that are not inclusive of those of my brother," I said simply. "To accomplish those goals, I need a target that can get me personally over a million dollars."

  "That is quite a target," the agent said. "There aren’t many solo jobs out there than can pull that in. Jobs that aren’t already being looked into by others, that is.”

  "Then find me a target beyond my current capabilities," I replied, my temper getting the best of me. I am not one for being doubted. “I’m far more than you think, if it wasn't for Felix getting most of the credit."

  "I see," the man replied. "You know if this happens, my employer will want to know more about why specifically you are attempting such a dangerous challenge. If he’s to invest in such an operation, he will want to know his operative is not going to cut bait and run at the first hiccup."

  "Tell him . . . tell him the Gypsies are due a new King soon," I said simply. "And I want to buy my queen anything she wants for her coronation."

  The man in the cowboy hat looked at me with surprise, then nodded. "Okay, gitano. You want a job, my boss will be in contact. Where should he contact you?"

  "He has a private e-mail he can contact me on already. If he forgot it, then I guess he isn't worth working with anyway. See you, amigo."

  I left the library and headed back toward the hotel. I pondered my plans as I went. Was I really thinking about doing this? I knew what my mother wanted, and yes, it was unfair that due to a total of thirty-two minutes spread over two generations, I was forever denied my birthright. But was that really worth the action I was thinking of? And what about Jordan?

  I got back to the hotel and stopped outside the door, hearing the sounds of Felix and Jordan making love. It was different than when she and I had sex in the forest, different even from the way we'd had the amazingly kinky and erotic sex the night before. I could hear it in Felix's moans, and the whispered sighs as he pleasured her. He was truly focused on Jordan and her happiness at that moment.

  And in that moment, as Jordan cried out her orgasm softly, I knew another thing.

  I hated my brother.

  Chapter 15

  Jordan

  I could barely contain my excitement as I heard the ding over the plane's intercom system. "Mesdames et messieurs , nous faisons notre approche finale de l'aéroport Charles De Gaulle. Merci pour voler avec AirFrance aujourd'hui, et nous espérons que votre profiter de votre journée. Ladies and Gentlemen, we are now making our final approach to Charles De Gaulle airport. For all of the crew, I'd like to thank you for flying Air France today, and wish you a good journey."

  I looked to my right, where the green French countryside rolled by, the English Channel barely visible in the distance. After hours of seeing nothing but black sea and clouds beneath me, I was grateful for any change. "I thought I'd see more of the city,” I said, "but it’s still beautiful. When will we be able to see Paris?"

  "Don’t worry, we’ll have plenty of time to explore the city," the man to my left said. I turned to look at Felix Hardy, who’d gracefully switched seats with me. While flying Business Class certainly was better than flying in economy, my original seat didn't have a good view out of the window. The miniature cocoon did allow me to sleep on the flight, however, which was enjoyable. "The plane approaches from the wrong side for you to see from your seat. Just think of it as a chance to be surprised. Where would you like to go first? The Champ Elysees, Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower, or maybe a river cruise along the Seine?"

  "Perhaps our lady would like to see the Louvre?" said the ma
n in front of me. Sticking his head over the top, Francois Hardy smiled down at me. "I know I would."

  I rolled my eyes. "You just want to show off," I said with a small smile. In the past month, I'd come to find myself smiling more and more. It was easy with the two brothers, who had, at first, kidnapped me before I ended up volunteering to go with them. I was infatuated with them, and I loved it. It was a new and exciting experience.

  Even the fact that it was both brothers who'd stolen my heart wasn't all that hard for me to accept. It was like they each filled a specific niche in my heart, and I filled a certain place in theirs. With Felix, I was the comforter, the one who allowed him to let down his guard a bit and show me the sensitive side underneath the cool, seemingly arrogant exterior. Meanwhile, with Francois, I felt like I was in a whirlwind of romance, buffeted around and loving every minute of it. If I had to draw comparisons to my main love of music, Felix was like playing Leonard Cohen while Francois was like playing Jim Steinman. Cohen isn't everyone's cup of tea, but there’s depth and meaning there that touches your soul. And it's not a proper Steinman song unless things get 'turned up to eleven' at least once, but there’s no lack of depth either. You can't say one is better than the other, it comes down to personal preference. The analogy fits the brothers perfectly. Thankfully, I happen to like both Cohen and Steinman.

  Francois gave me a knowing smile and turned around. With the two brothers being some of the best thieves in the world, he earned the right to occasionally brag just a little bit. According to some of the seemingly tall tales that I'd gotten, walking into the Louvre would be more like walking into the world's greatest depository of replicas and knock-offs, the Hardy family holding a good portion of the originals.

  Felix leaned over from his seat. “But seriously, after a night or two in Paris, I thought you might like to visit our family seat in the Rhone valley," he said with a smile. "And maybe enjoy some of the best wine in the world.”