Liam’s jaw set and he looked in my eyes. He yanked my head back a little farther. “That’s right. This dress won’t be any good.” And he ripped it wide open. Then his eyes flashed. “Take my cock out, Miss Suck ’N’ Roll. Get your lips and your tongue ready for some hard jamming.”
Declan yanked my panties aside and massaged the entry to my little ass with his wet thumb while the head of his cock shoved hard at my opening, right at the top. Liam’s cock was straining in his pants and I bent to open his zipper and let him out. My mouth watered as I thought of the heat and the hard weight of him sliding across my palm and the dark scent of his groin when I got his cock in my mouth.
Declan held my hips and squeezed my ass. I gasped as the head of his cock split my pussy and pierced me. My knees buckled. Liam’s zipper was awkward, or I was clumsy but I couldn’t get it open fast enough. He groaned as I rubbed his cock outside his pants. It was so long. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it. And my lips.
Declan’s cock drove me painfully wide and as he pressed his thumb on the soft opening of my ass, I pushed hard on the shaft of his ramrod.
Finally Liam took pity on me and snarled as he opened his pants and I reached in to haul out his thick, pulsing haft.
He pulled on my hair, but I didn’t need the encouragement. Already I was lunging to get a-lunching on his hot, angry snake. I held him and felt his singing blood while I licked the head and the underside. With my quivering lips pursed, I blew on him, to tease myself as much as to arouse him. Declan slapped my ass and I squealed as my mouth stretched open to take Liam in.
“Don’t make her bite my fucking cock off, ya bollocks,” Liam roared at Declan.
My mouth was wide and my tongue stretched out so near I could just about taste him, but I held him tight and rubbed the length of him, hot and jumping in my hand and I paused to say, “No chance of that, Liam. Your cock’s made of iron. I’d break my teeth.”
Declan rammed hard into me and lifted me on his cock as he did. “What’s mine made of then, Princess?”
I sagged again as the tops of his thighs slapped noisily against my ass. “Steel,” I groaned.
The scent of the two men’s sweat made me light-headed and wild. I slid my lips down the underside of Liam’s cock and grazed it with my teeth. When I got to the end I popped his balls in my mouth, one by one, and sucked them.
“Isn’t she the most gorgeous fucking thing?” Declan crouched a little as he picked my legs off the ground and he lifted my thighs. I hung on to Liam’s hips and he held me up. Declan groaned as he reamed me wide with the huge girth of his cock. The slap of his thighs against mine and the rasp of his cock into my puffed and needy lips made the sensations from my core through the whole of my insides swirl and soar.
Liam stroked my hair and said, “Oh baby. You are so fucking beautiful.” I sank my lips over the head of his cock and worked my mouth down the length of him. “What did we ever do to deserve this filthy little angel?”
“She‘s that, all right. Her pussy’s hugging my cock like it won’t ever let go.” Hearing that started my core convulsing. My thighs clenched and sang and a wave of tingling tremor started to roll through me.
“And she’s sucking on mine so fucking wonderfully,” Liam jammed into my mouth and held me tight, “If heaven hasn’t got any of this,” he said, “I’m not fucking going.” He grabbed my hair as his cock filled my mouth and slid down the soft muscles of my throat.
The tang of Liam’s cock filled my head. Thin, sweet saliva slathered around him and I pushed down as far as I could stretch. My neck ached, craning to push my face against Liam’s body. My nose pressed against his wiry tuft of hair. His low groans vibrated into my mouth and my throat.
Hanging on to Liam’s hips, I struggled to grip and hold myself up. Liam sensed it.
“We should get a dining table in here.”
Declan agreed. “That or fuck her in a pool hall.”
My arms ached and my back was feeling the strain, but that thought made me spasm and squeal. Naturally, Declan picked up on it.
The men hauled me onto my side along the back of a couch. Declan said, “Would you like that?” He hoisted my leg over his shoulder. “Would you like me to fuck you in a pool hall, with a whole lot of men watching?”
I moaned. With Liam’s cock in my throat and his pubes tickling my lips, I couldn’t say a lot. Liam felt the moan shake my throat.
“That’s right. Sing on my cock. Suck it and sing.”
Declan pulled my leg higher. I was stretched about as wide as I could go, but his cock was still bigger than my opening. He chuckled as he rammed into me. “Would you like that, eh?” I couldn’t do more than groan and the currents of orgasm were swirling to spiral through.
“Me fucking you in a half-lit room, a lot of dark, shadowy men moving closer?”
Liam shouted when I nodded. He jammed his cock deeper.
Declan’s hand squeezing my ass and the beat of his hips against the insides of my thighs set me teetering on the edge. As I slid Liam’s fat cock along my tongue I felt him swell from the base. I grabbed his ass to pull him hard into me as he released gushes of thick, salty love into my mouth and my throat.
Declan slammed faster. His balls scraped up the inside of my thigh. He gripped my thigh with one hand to hammer in harder. The other hand squeezed my breast and I gushed. Helpless with cum dripping and dribbling all around me, I sucked and rocked on the two fine cocks until I was wet and trembling all over.
“BEFORE WE GO AND talk to the Germans,” Liam said, “We should find out as much as we can about the target, wouldn’t you say so?” Declan agreed.
Declan worked his laptop, Liam made some calls. After some quiet inquiries, Liam learned that Hardmann, Rock and Gunn had recently provided services to deLunghi’s outfit.
“Heavyweight security,” Declan said. Liam nodded in agreement.
Courtenay looked up.
“Hardmann, Rock and Gunn,” Liam told her, “Three ex fibs who still like to dress like G-Men in their slim black suits. While they worked in the agency they made some useful contacts. Even though they liked the idea of working as feds, they never quite fit in and they tended to operate as kind of an independent cell within the Bureau.”
He said that the three-man team enjoyed the appearance of discipline and the feeling that they were they good guys. “People who worked near them said they didn’t actually follow the discipline too well, and, as a local Bureau chief said it, they weren’t quite, ‘On the side of the angels.’ When they decided to leave and set up shop on their own, a lot of people said that a sigh of relief was heard out of the whole of the Bureau.”
They now worked as private contractors in ‘security, enforcement, and intelligence,’ mainly for a number of mob clients they got to know from working the other side of the fence.
Courtenay was out of the room when Liam called Hardmann to see if he could set up a meeting. He made it clear that what he and Declan wanted was information about Hammer’s crew, especially at the senior level.
“No problem. As long as you’re paying and you don’t ask about any specifics.”
“No, I’m not after anything detailed or compromising or incriminating, it’s background research that I’m doing.”
“As long as it isn’t anything where you’d be asking me to betray a confidence.”
“No, nothing like that.”
“Because we have our professional integrity.”
“Of course.” Liam frowned and shook his head as he looked at Declan.
Hardmann said, “You mind telling me why you want to know?”
“No chance.”
“Fair enough. I have to ask.”
“Naturally.”
“Meet us at the House of Blue Light this evening about eleven.”
After Liam hung up, Declan said, “The House of Blue Light? I wonder, should we take our own little sugar plum fairy along, what do you think?”
Liam eyed him sideways. “Do
you think she’d want to go?”
“I think she’s going to want to know.”
Declan nodded “We could go, and not tell her. We could take her and not tell her until we’re there. Or, we could just tell her.” He called out to her, “Hey, sugar cup?”
She came back in from the bedroom, “Declan.”
“We’re off to meet some hoods.”
Liam explained “We’re not going now, it’s later tonight. They said to meet them in a club.” He paused. “It’s one that has, as you might say, a very dubious reputation.”
“Ooh! Can I come?”
Declan chuckled. “Well, that was settled easily enough.”
The House of Blue light was on a quiet street near the old meatpacking district. A small, discreet blue sign only said ‘Blue Light.’
There was a pause after Liam pressed the button for the buzzer. “Somebody’s scrutinizing us on a screen.”
“They’ll have said that we’re coming.”
“They won’t have mentioned our own lovely lady, though.”
Declan smiled to Courtenay. “On account of you not having mentioned her to them.”
The door buzzed. Inside a formally dressed doorman waited in a low-lit, plush hallway leading to carpeted stairs. He tilted his head as he waved the group inside. At the top of the stairs, a stern lady hosted behind a small bar. She was what would have been known in the past as ‘handsome.’ Elegant, immaculate, and perfectly severe, she welcomed the trio with the offer of a drink.
Liam told her who they were there to see.
“The gentlemen you’re meeting with have taken over the VIP suite.”
“How many VIP suites do you have here?”
“How many would you like?”
She and Liam both had small indications of smiles. They seemed to have reached an understanding, and they both appeared to be pleased with it.
Along a hallway and up another flight of stairs, the VIP suite was heavily hung in dark blues. Thick velvets and brocade were trimmed with gold braids and tassels. The three men were all in charcoal suits. With them, four girls sprawled with dark eye-make up and elaborately mussed hair. All partly dressed in lingerie, variously disheveled. Two of the men and all four girls were draped over the plush couches.
A small glass-topped bar stood in one corner. Behind it, Hardmann introduced himself and the other two men, and he smiled a welcome.
On the nearest couch, Rock was enjoying a blowjob from a sturdy redhead and the pale, short-haired brunette. As Declan, Liam and Courtenay entered, the two girls looked up like feeding vampires, disturbed on a fresh kill.
Hardmann fixed drinks from behind the bar.
Rock looked up and said, “You brought your own bitch? Isn’t that like carrying a bucket of water with you to go swim in the ocean?” and he laughed.
“Ok,” Declan moved fast around Rock, yanked him up by his arm, hoisting it up over his back, holding his weight by his thumb. Courtenay gasped. She watched Declan and stood back, breathing hard.
With his free hand Declan shoved Rock’s neck down hard and twisted his ear. The two girls fell away, brushing their lips with the backs of their hands and scowling.
“Here’s the thing.” Declan said, pushing Rock’s neck harder until his face reddened. “You don’t say bad things about our princess. Ok?” Rock grunted as Declan shoved sharply. “Not to anyone else, not even to yourself, when you’re on your own on top of a mountain.”
He put more weight on Rock’s neck and pulled harder on his ear.
“Because I’ll hear about it and, when I do hear about it, I’ll break all the little bones in your hands and your feet, then I’ll smash your elbows and knees. I’ll take your kidneys out through your mouth and then I’ll kill you. And not in a nice way.”
Liam strode forward. He put a pinkie finger in Rock’s nostril and yanked. “Only, I’ll stop you dying so I can kill you more slowly and more painfully.”
Hardmann and Gunn laughed hard, but Gunn said, “Ok, I think you made your point, guys.”
Liam stood in front of him. Gunn’s hands raised, palms forward. “Okay, okay. Make your point some more. I’m just saying.”
Hardmann’s voice was low and slow. “Rock was a special ops Marine. So his manners can be rough-cut, okay? Cut him some slack.”
Declan leaned down to speak quietly in Rock’s ear. “Do we understand each other?”
Rock’s lips stretched back over his clenched teeth, but he managed a nod.
Declan let go and Rock stood up, smiling. “My bad, as they say somewhere.” He shook his huge shoulders to straighten his jacket. “No offense.” He put out a hand as he touched his ear with the other.
Declan shook his hand and smiled. “We’re good. I know you only did it to see what we’d do.”
Rock slapped his shoulder and said to Hardmann, “I like this guy. He’s a mean motherfucker.”
He and Liam shook hands.
“No offense to you especially, miss.” Rock was perfectly courteous to Courtenay.
Hardmann spoke to Liam. “We hear all kinds of things about you two.”
Liam flattened his chin, “Ah, you don’t want to go believing any of that gossip.”
“No.” Hardmann and “So. I understand you want general information about the party we discussed earlier.”
They wouldn’t be using names. Not in front of the girls. Liam understood and he nodded.
One of the two blondes stood close behind Hardmann and ran her hands over his body. His voice was level and even, showing that he was undisturbed. The front of his pants told another story.
Rock sat and massaged his thumb. The blonde and the brunette consoled him. Gunn was busy with the redhead sliding around on his lap.
Hardmann told them, “What I can say is that the party in question is ruthless. He has a very strong force of men around him at all times. They’re amazingly loyal and obedient. His enforcers are notoriously sadistic.”
Liam nodded.
“His interests, I’m sure you know they’re the usual rackets. Drugs, black trade, some gambling. Protection, of course. He runs his side of Alphabet City like a medieval lord, like he really does own it.”
Declan and Courtenay stood together at the bar. Rock was fingering the blonde. Courtenay watched her tremble. Her neck reddened and her breasts shook as her eyelids drooped and her mouth sagged open.
“What else did you want to know?” Hardmann asked Liam.
“Just as you said, I’m only looking for background and impressions.”
“I don’t know there’s a lot more I can tell you,” Hardmann watched Liam as he spoke, “Not without getting into specifics.” Liam shook his head once and lifted his hand. Hardmann said, “I can tell you something happened to his driver. I don’t know what but he had to hire a new one. His bodyguard is new, too, but like maybe a few months. He’s also Hammer’s chief captain, so that’s pretty unusual. The old families, they don’t normally risk having that much power in one henchman. Especially not a bodyguard.”
They stayed for a couple of drinks and Liam and Hardmann worked their ways around more general information about the deLunghi operation. Courtenay tried to keep her eyes off the G-men as they took turns on the girls.
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