Four Hitmen: A Quadrouple Bad Boy Mafia Hot Romance (Lawless Book 3)

by Alice May Ball

  “Oh, god,” He grabbed her head and shoved his cock deep. He shouted. Slammed, rammed into her mouth. Her mouth stretched and her face reddened. Gunner threw his head back. His neck thickened and his eyes clamped shut. He pumped his hot load deep in her mouth and trickles oozed around her mouth.

  She licked and smacked her lips. Her face beamed satisfaction. She bounced on Liam and slid along Horst’s fat sausage as she turned back to Declan. “Second serving, sir?”

  Declan’s cock was a hose, but it filled and thickened in her hand. It straightened and swelled. She pulled and stroked him and cupped his balls and took him tenderly into her warm, wet mouth.

  His lips stretched back over his teeth, “Yeah,” he leaned down, “But I want to come between your tits.”

  Her mouth was still wrapped tight on his cock. She sank hard onto Horst and Liam. Her face screwed and clenched. Long, low moans grated in in her chest. Her ass flicked fast and hard. Courtenay clung to Declan’s ass. His hard muscles dented as her fingers clawed. In her mouth he lengthened and hardened.

  Horst pulled out. Ready to move to stand beside her, first he ran to the back of the cabin into the little bathroom. Courtenay hammered down on Liam all the harder. Her moans grew deeper and louder. Declan splayed his legs and stood in front of her. He wedged his cock between her tits. Her teeth nipped and grazed his stomach. She pulled back and held her tits together with her upper arms.

  “Oh, god,” Liam shouted, “Come on, girl,” His pelvis thrashed against the rippling bounce of her ass. He grasped her hips and beat his cock deep into her. His balls slapped the cheeks of her ass. “God, I’m going to come inside you,” he shouted. Her ass rolled with his movement, taking him deeper inside. Her soft, wet walls hugged and squeezed him.

  His pumping fountain splashed hot bolts over her inside, creaming and coating her. Courtenay shouted “I’m coming,” over and over. She sawed her hips back and forth. Her eager pussy milked every drop of hot love from his cock.

  Horst ran back. She seized his cock and jammed it right in her mouth. Still bouncing on Liam, Liam still pistoned back at her. Declan was rock hard between her breasts.

  Declan held her breasts. He watched his cock rise to poke out of her cleavage, then sink back. She took Horst into the back of her throat and held him there. The muscles massaged him as she swallowed, again and again. He helped the motion by pushing his cock in short strokes.

  The veins on Declan’s neck stood out and his muscles thickened. Horst groaned loud. The two men came at the same time, and Courtenay came again, gushing helpless on Liam’s still hard pole. Horst filled her mouth and her throat and Declan’s hot, sticky load splashed on her chin, her neck and all over her rippling tits.

  After a while, Horst said, “You know there’s a shower in the little bathroom. How cool is that?”

  Declan and Liam had the same idea, “How many people can fit in the shower?”

  “Oh,” Horst laughed, “About two-thirds of one. If you want to play a game in there, it would have to be a game for one or fewer.”

  “Who fucking cares about it, then?” Declan laughed.

  Liam kissed Courtenay tenderly before he headed for the bathroom. “Did he say, ‘Fewer’? It’s true, isn’t it, the fucking Germans speak the language better than we do.”

  Still, when Liam turned the shower on, one by one they all came to clamber in. Horst had been right, it was a shower cabinet barely large enough for one. They all crawled in on top of one another, into a heaving mass. The water splashed and rolled over them all and weary smiles began to spread on their faces.

  Until Declan, who was on the very bottom said, “Okay, have we had enough fun yet, or do I actually have to die?”

  “Ah,” Liam said, “You’re just no fun, you know that?”

  T WAS LATE into the night when they landed at McCarran Airport. Liam, Declan and Courtenay straightened their clothes as best they could and got up to leave. Horst said, “The plane is going to take us on to the West Coast.”

  He and Gunner stood to shake hands, squeeze shoulders and swap hugs with the group.

  “It’s been a rare assignment,” Gunner said.

  “Emphasis on the ‘ass’ in assignment,” Liam quipped.

  Horst smiled, “I hope we’ll work together again.”

  “Do you?” Declan asked.

  The prim attendant stood by the door to say farewell and thank them for flying with whatever corporate airline it was. She seemed to be holding back a grin with difficulty. When Courtenay reached the door, Aileen lowered her voice, “Damn, you are one lucky fucking girl.” Her words were strong and earnest.

  She handed Courtenay a card. “If you ever want anything, or need anything, call me.” Her gaze was steady and held Courtenay’s eye. “Anything.”

  In the hot Nevada night air, a black limo waited at the bottom of the steps.

  The uniformed chauffeur waited by the open door at the rear while the three settled into the leather upholstered benches.

  “Does this thing have a bar?” Liam called out. Before the driver had finished telling him where the bar was and to help himself, Liam’s phone buzzed.

  The limo started up and swished across the tarmac. Liam looked at the message on the screen and his face straightened as he sat back.

  “You remember when I said there would be consequences?”

  Declan reached for the phone, “Uh-oh. Can I guess?”

  “I don’t know, can you? I didn’t see this coming.”

  Declan was quiet. When he saw the phone his eyes widened. “Oh. My. Fucking. God.”

  Courtenay’s brow folded. “What is it?”

  “A new contract just came in.” Liam took the phone back from Declan.

  “What?” Courtenay laughed. “How bad could it be?”

  Liam showed the phone to her. Her face drained pale.

  ECLAN STEPPED OUT onto the patio. From the hot tub, Liam looked around.

  “Is the bank vault going to work out?”

  Undid his shirt and folded it onto a chair. “They’ve got what we need. We’re set.”

  Declan was slipping off his pants.

  Courtenay bobbed next to Liam. She squinted against the evening sun as she reached for her cocktail. “So, are you going to do it?”

  Declan slid in beside them.

  The high penthouse terrace looked out over the resort gardens and pools and beyond them the dry Nevada hills. Courtenay wriggled in the hot tub that sat above their private pool. Restlessly she wrapped herself around Declan and Liam, as though she might somehow get them to merge.

  Liam squeezed her bare ass. “Would you like the jets on?”

  Declan teased her. ”Would you like jets of water to flub your tits while I ream your ass,” he held her breasts as she floated, “or would you rather the jets flubbed your ass while I work you up a pearl necklace?”

  She stroked Liam’s face and looked in his eyes. Liam told her, “Boy, I am so glad we found you.” And he kissed her. “There’s not another woman on this continent or any other would do for me what you do.”

  “True, dat.” Declan turned her over so she lay across Liam’s lap. He plunged his face into the water between her thighs. Noisily he shook his head from side to side. He suckled and licked her pussy then rose and sprayed an arc of water over the three of them as he did.

  Liam rolled her over the edge to splash into the pool. The two men jumped in after her. She caught a hold of Declan’s cock as he glided by her. Liam grabbed her head under the water and guided er mouth to his own huge erection. She took him in her mouth.

  Even though she was able to hold her breath for a long, long time, she couldn’t get much suction. It was a lot of fun, but somehow it felt kind of innocent, as she wasn’t able to get their pulses to race. Still, after she came up for a long gulp of air, she dove straight back down and onto him.

  Declan nibbled and licked at her petals and sucked on her clit but that, too, as more like innocent fun than fucking. They swa
m splashed and played while all three of them avoided the question.

  “Do you have to take the assignment?” Courtenay looked up into Declan’s face.

  “We don’t have to do anything.” He wiped droplets from her cheek. “Do you want us not to take it?”

  “I wouldn’t interfere. It’s your business.”

  “You have some involvement now.”

  Liam said, “Especially now.”

  “Yup. Especially this one. Besides,” Declan stroked her wet hair from her face, “Since you’ve got a personal perspective, we’d want to know what you thought. What your feelings were.”

  They all clambered back up into the hot tub.

  “My feelings on this contract, you mean?”

  “I do.”

  “Still.” She frowned, “It’s still your business. I wouldn’t, you know. You decide.”

  “But I want to know what you’d think about it.”

  “I don’t want to influence you.”

  Liam grinned. “Now, see, when somebody says a thing like that, it usually means one of two things. One would be that you do want to influence it, but not in the way I’d expect. Meaning in the opposite direction.”

  Her eyes narrowed. “What’s the other thing?”

  “That you want to influence the decision, but you don’t want any responsibility for it.”

  “That’s not fair.”

  “Are you sure?”

  “What if it just means what it says? that I don’t want to influence your decision?”

  “Ah, I’m sorry my heavenly pint puller, but I think he’s right.” Declan said, softly, “If you really didn’t want to affect the decision, I don’t think you’d have raised it. Not in the way that you did.”

  She pouted. “Theres nothing I can say to that.”

  “Well,” Liam chuckled, “Not much that we’re going to believe, at any rate.”

  She heat the wet sides of hr fists on Liam’s chest. Then Declan’s “You’re bastards. you’re both a pair of bastards.”

  “Ah, now how many times have we heard that said?” Liam raised his eyebrow.

  Declan nodded. “Too many. I know that much.”

  “So.” Liam squeezed her from behind until she squealed and struggled. “You’re going to have to tell us sooner or later.”

  “Tell you what?”

  “You know what.”

  “I don’t.”

  “You do.”

  Declan grabbed her ankles. “You do. And you know what we’re going to do. Until you cough?”

  Liam shook her in the water. “Until you spill?”

  Declan lifted her feet. “Until you fess and take your penance, young lady?”

  “Oh, my god.”

  Liam grinned, “Oh, yes.” And he turned the all the way jets up to full power.

  “NO!” She struggled and shook as Declan pulled her to the part of the whirlpool where three sets of jets were near to each other.

  They discovered this combination before. The way these jets lined up, two sets close together and a third nearby. The way that two sets could blast her, one from behind and another from underneath. The juddering force of water, flowing and buffeting over her, inside and between her thighs. On her wings and into the cheeks of her ass.

  The other set was near enough that they could twist and stretch her, turn her so the pulsing gush pummeled her stomach and her breasts. It vibrated her nipples. And they blasted it, just quickly, just a couple of times, only when she least expected it, into her mouth. The shock terrified her. But she trusted them so completely, they would only let her feel it for the white-knuckle thrill-ride moment.

  Enough for the shock and no more. But that jolt, the shock, while every other sensitive part of her hummed and ached, buzzed and throbbed, while great waved of orgasm sloshed through her from her tingling calves and her clenching thighs, stretched up her arching back, through her fluttering stomach, radiated into her angry nipples and up her tightening, reddening throat. It sparked and shook through her arms and made her fingers claw and grasp and her toes tightened and curled. All the while, fireworks sprayed and burst inside her.

  And they would force her into it without a moment of anticipation. Only the tightening panic of useless resistance. All the time she would hear them, laugh.

  The water pressure would shake her and attack her with a shuddering, irresistibly powerful flow. Last time it made her shriek and yell. And all the while, their expert fingers tweaked and pressed her, their strong tongues manipulated her and their lips drew on her. Their hard, hot bodies pressed her into a tight sandwich. Liam sixty-nined her, with his tongue deep inside her and his cock sliding into the grip of her shaking throat. Declan opened, softened, penetrated and finally impaled her ass.

  She knew that last time was a discovery. A series of wonderful, cruel experiments. Liam and Declan didn’t give up until it left her whimpering and moaning. Until she trembled and groaned, helpless and pleading.

  This time would be a whole lot worse. They had figured it out. Probably plotted some new contortions to drag her through. And they were both expert torturers.

  “All right!” she flailed in the water as they dragged her to those three sets of dreadful, wonderful jets. “All right I’ll tell you.”

  Declan looked at Liam. Liam said, “Ah, she’s a good girl.”

  “Isn’t she?”

  “She is. Shall we let her off?”

  “What do you think?”

  “Well…”

  “Me either.”

  “Nononononononono, pleeeease!”

  But it was too late.

  They held her thighs apart in front of the two strong jets and their hands and mouths were on her. She thrashed and waved and shouted. Their hands and their lips pressed and dove on her. They licked and sucked and nibbled up her thighs. With their lips they plowed though her folds. They rolled her lips and invaded her opening. Liam and Declan trilled and buzzed her hood and around her clit while they munched on her mound.

  Their hands gripped her ass to hold her afloat. Grasping and squeezing, they raised sensations that flowed through her in beating waves.

  Then Declan rose to stand behind her. “Isn’t she just fucking wonderful?”

  He angled her pelvis at the blubbering jets as he worked her ass open. She gasped and leaned back as the hard bulb of his huge rod pressed and prodded between her cheeks. Liam held her thighs apart. They clenched against his grip. Her mouth opened as her hips rocked back, shoving her ass onto Declan’s cock.

  “Fucking wonderful,” Liam rasped, looking up at her. “We fucking love you, you naughty little miracle.”

  “Oh,” Declan drove deeper, “We do. We fucking love you.”

  Liam held her by her thighs as he stood. His evil grin took her breath away as he held her, open for his cock to fill. Her hands beat on his shoulders as he stretched her wide. Liam crouched. Woozily, she narrowed her eyes. The jets pounded her inner thighs. They foamed on her lips. The currents coursed over her mound and up, round Declan’s hard shaft and up the cleavage of her ass.