by Mari Carr
“There’s no chance you’re going to tell me why the admiral of Hungary wants to speak to you, is there?” Leila asked when they stopped at a corner, waiting for the light to change.
Nyx gave her a slight smile. “I would rather have questions that can’t be answered than answers that can’t be questioned.”
Leila laughed. “Frankenstein?”
“Feynman.”
Chapter Nineteen
“Can I touch your gun?”
Leila, her foot propped on the bed so she could take off the ankle holster, turned to look at Karl. He was seated at the desk in the main room of the suite, watching her undress in the bedroom.
“Isn’t that my line?” she asked. Undoing the holster, she left the gun in it and set it on the bedside table, then turned her back to Karl and wiggled out of her pants.
“If Antonio would hurry up and get back here, maybe we could actually do…stuff.”
Leila looked over her shoulder, then pulled her shirt up and off. She’d had dinner with Nyx, but skipped on dessert. She’d wanted to come back to the safe house, to their room. First it was to make sure Karl and Antonio were safe, but now that she knew they both were, she still wanted dessert, but of a different kind.
Wearing nothing but her panties and bra, she sauntered over to where Karl was waiting.
He turned the chair away from the desk and sat back as she approached. When she slid her knees on either side of his thighs, straddling him, he made an appreciative noise.
She plucked his glasses from his face and set them on her own nose. The world went a little blurry.
“This is how many of my fantasies start,” Karl purred.
“Oh?” Leila bent her head to look at him over the top rim of the glasses.
He reached down to adjust his pants. His cock was hard, straining the fabric. “Sexy, aggressive librarian? Yes.”
“Let me help you with that.” Leila popped his glasses back onto his face. They were a little off-center, but she liked it. It made him look rumpled and vulnerable. When she reached down and tapped her fingers along his crotch, he sucked in air and closed his eyes.
She smiled and undid the button of his pants.
The door opened and Antonio walked in. He was frowning down at his cell phone.
Leila cleared her throat. Antonio looked up.
The door slammed closed when he kicked it, his phone hit the floor, and before he’d crossed to the chair, his shirt was off.
She slid Karl’s zipper down. His cock, still restrained by his cotton boxer briefs, bulged and twitched under her hand.
“Karl has a sexy librarian fetish,” she said. “What about you?”
“I have a sex now fetish.” Antonio reached for her.
Leila leaned away. “Ah ah ah. Confess first.” She slid her hand into Karl’s boxers and grabbed the hot, hard length of his cock. She pulled it free, watching as Antonio’s gaze dropped to where her hand was stroking their lover’s cock.
“Take off your panties.”
Karl sucked air through his teeth as she slid her thumb across the fat head of his dick. “He’s a good Catholic boy. Probably has a spanking fetish.”
Antonio rolled his eyes. “No. To both.”
“Bondage?” Leila asked.
“Get on the bed and I’ll show you.”
“Foot fetish? Role play? Voyeurism?” Leila asked.
“Wait, did you see that?” Karl said.
“What?” she asked.
“Role play. He likes role play.”
“How can you tell?” Leila asked.
Antonio grabbed the rolling desk chair Karl was sitting in and started wheeling it—and therefore both of them—into the bedroom.
“His eyebrow twitched.”
“It did not twitch,” Antonio said.
There was an odd note in his voice. “You do like role play,” Leila exclaimed.
Antonio plucked her off Karl and tossed her onto the bed. Leila bounced and rolled onto her knees. “What kind of role play?”
Antonio looked at Karl, apparently assessing his ability to pick up the Dutchman and toss him. Karl was shorter than Antonio but taller than her—most people were taller than she was—and he had broad shoulders.
“Nurse and patient?” Karl asked.
“There’s something wrong with you,” Antonio informed him.
“Naughty schoolboy?” Leila asked.
“There’s something wrong with both of you,” Antonio amended.
“Professor and student?” Leila asked.
“Ugh, no. That just gives me nightmares,” Karl said.
Antonio grabbed Karl and started determinedly unbuttoning his shirt. Karl grinned and didn’t help.
“Porn star?” Leila asked. “Stripper? French maid?”
“You’d be a cute French maid,” Karl said, eyeing her.
Watching Antonio manhandle Karl was… Leila shifted.
“That’s sexist,” Leila informed him. “Maybe he’d be the maid.”
“Very true, please accept my apologies.”
Antonio gave up on Karl’s buttons, grabbed the shirt and ripped. Buttons pinged and Karl’s impressive chest was revealed.
“Apology accepted,” Leila said. “And, Antonio, you’d look good in a frilly skirt.”
“He would. Show off his ass,” Karl said.
Antonio stared at them. “If I see one frill…”
“Repairman?” Leila went on. “Ohh, Karl, you could be the repairman who comes and we could be the married couple and—”
“You realize to most people, a threesome is kinky.” Antonio sounded a little aggrieved.
“What about royalty and servant? Or strangers at a bar, or—”
“Wait.” Karl was watching Antonio’s face. “Go back one.”
“Take off your pants and stop talking,” Antonio told Karl.
“Royalty and servant? Ohh, I see.” Leila knee-walked to the edge of the bed, closer to where they stood. “He wants to be king, and we can be his loyal servants.”
“No,” Karl said slowly. He took off his pants and boxers, leaving him naked and erect. Karl’s gaze slid from Antonio to Leila. “I think he wants you to be queen.”
Antonio twitched—a tiny movement, but it was confirmation.
Leila slid off the bed, brushing past them, and then sat in the desk chair, placing her hands on the arms and doing her best to look regal.
“My loyal men,” she purred.
Karl put a hand at his waist and bowed low. “My queen.”
“Kneel,” she commanded.
Karl dropped to one knee. She raised her leg and put her bare foot on his shoulder. He kissed the inside of her ankle and ran one finger along her calf to tease the back of her knee.
Leila sucked in air. Even if Antonio thought they were being idiots, this was hot. She and Karl could play for a few minutes.
“How may I serve you?” Karl asked.
“Come closer,” she murmured.
Karl kissed his way up her leg.
“Closer,” she demanded, hooking that leg over the arm of the chair.
To her shock, Antonio dropped to his knees. He was watching her with a hot, heavy-lidded gaze.
She lifted her other leg and put her toes on his sternum. “My knight.”
Antonio bent his head and kissed her shin. Her knee.
She pulled away from both of them and stood. “You may undress me.”
Karl jumped to his feet and reached for the clasp to her bra, undoing it and then sliding it off her shoulders, tugging it free from her breasts.
But Antonio…Antonio kissed her waist, her hip, and then took her panties in his teeth and drew them down, his nose and the silky locks of his hair caressing her.
Leila was breathing deep by the time he was done. She exchanged a look with Karl and then resumed her seat.
“May I, your majesty?” Karl asked.
Not sure what he was asking, but not wanting to say so, Leila placed her foot back on his
shoulder. Now that she was naked, that meant Karl had a very good view of her pussy. He leaned forward and tugged her ass to the edge of the chair and ran his tongue along her slit. It felt like bliss, but a quick look at Antonio’s face proved Karl was right.
She grasped a handful of Karl’s hair and—God help her, she was a fool—pulled his head away.
“Did I give you permission to kiss me there?”
Karl was all in on the role play, and she recalled his penchant for sexy librarians. She reached back, pulling her hair up and wrapping it around her fists a few times before letting it fall again, shaking it so it fell loosely over her shoulders.
Karl watched with rapt attention. “Please, your majesty,” he said, somewhat breathlessly. “Allow me to kiss you.” His gaze drifted to her pussy, letting her know exactly where his mouth would be.
She tilted her head, pretending to consider the request. Then she shook her head, then waved her hand toward Antonio. “I want Sir Antonio to kiss me.”
Karl looked between disappointed and amused.
Leila gave him a saucy wink. “You’ll get your turn, squire.”
At that, he chuckled. “Sure, sure. Hot Italian over here is a knight and I’m the lowly squire. Story of my life.”
Antonio gave both of them a stern look. “Are we playing the game or not?”
Oh yeah. He was way into role play. Suddenly, Leila’s imagination went wild with all the possibilities.
“Hold your tongue, knight, or I’ll have you strapped down and whipped by my squire.”
Karl gave Antonio a hopeful look, almost pleading with him to misbehave.
Antonio shook his head, then looked back at her. “I beg your forgiveness, my queen.”
My queen.
She could get used to that.
Leila raised one eyebrow haughtily, then parted her legs farther. “Kiss me.”
“Yes, your majesty.” Antonio bent his head, licking her from ass to clit several times as she fought desperately not to squirm and whimper. The man knew his way around a woman’s body.
Karl had begun stroking himself.
“Stand up and do that,” she commanded. “Perform for me.”
Karl shoved to his feet. Antonio’s tongue circled her clit. Leila’s eyes slid closed in bliss, and when she opened them again, Karl was standing. Naked and powerful, he didn’t look like a squire, he looked like a warrior ready to ravage.
She touched Antonio’s head. “Stop.”
He licked her clit one last time and then sat back. He too, looked ready to ravage.
Physically, she might manage to take one of them, if she could get the proper leverage and use their larger bodies against them. But the reality was that she was physically vulnerable.
And yet, they wouldn’t touch her unless she wanted them to. Not just now, but always. There was something so delicious and touching in that knowledge, that she actually shivered.
“Cold, your majesty?” Karl was watching her with hooded eyes, still stroking his cock.
“Do you want someone to touch you?” she asked Karl, instead of answering his question.
“Yes.”
She looked at Antonio. “I want to watch you touch him.”
“I thought he was the squire?”
Leila looked at Karl. “Congratulations. You just got a promotion.” She shifted her gaze back to Antonio. “Are you my loyal subject?”
“Yes, my queen.”
“Then I want you to stroke his cock.”
She expected Antonio to abandon their role play and demand they all get on the bed. Much to her surprise, he did neither. Still kneeling, he turned. Grabbing Karl’s wrist, he forced his hand away, replacing it with his own.
Karl sucked in a breath, his head tipping back.
She was about to command Antonio to put Karl’s cock in his mouth, when Karl said, “I’m too close.”
“Stop,” she said. Antonio dropped his hand to his side and looked back at her.
She wondered how far she could push them.
Standing, she went to one of the shopping bags and pulled out a tube of lube. She could feel their eyes on her as she walked over to the bed. Piling all the pillows up in the middle of the headboard, she climbed onto the bed and settled herself with her back against the mounded pillows, legs curled to one side.
“On the bed, my gallant knights.”
They approached from opposite sides, but stared at her with the same intensity.
Slowly, she spread her legs, then bent her knees.
“Karl, you’re going to lick my pussy.” She held up the lube. “While Antonio fucks your ass.”
Karl stiffened and then relaxed. “Yes, your majesty.” He got on his hands and knees, crawling between her spread thighs and dropped his mouth to her pussy. He nipped her mound, the inside of her thigh, before he started licking her in long, slow strokes.
Antonio accepted the tube of lube she handed him, then looked at Karl’s upraised ass. He ran a hand appreciatively over Karl’s flank.
“May I prepare him, my queen?”
“Yes, of course. I expect you to treat him well. Unless I command you not to.”
Karl mumbled against her pussy. Antonio coated a finger in lube. Not wanting to miss the action, Leila strained her neck to watch as Antonio worked his fingertip over and around Karl’s anus, then gently pushed in.
Karl sucked in a breath, causing cool air to flow over the heated, wet flesh of her pussy. Leila gasped. She realized she wouldn’t last long either. Watching Antonio touch Karl was pushing her to the edge of orgasm.
“Fuck him,” she demanded. “Now.”
Antonio nodded. “Yes, my queen.” He lubed his cock and then positioned himself behind Karl. “Have you been fucked in the ass before?”
Karl nodded, his nose bumping her clit as he did.
“Relax and push back against me.”
“I said fuck him,” Leila gasped. She wanted, needed, to see Antonio’s big cock sliding into Karl.
Antonio grabbed Karl’s hips and pushed in.
Karl grabbed her thighs, squeezing tight, as Antonio thrust.
“Lick me,” she panted. “I want to come while I watch you get fucked.”
Karl moaned and then his mouth was on her, his lips and teeth working her clit. She grabbed his head with both hands, fisting his hair and grinding his face into her until she was vaguely worried he might not be able to breath.
“I’m coming,” she gasped.
Karl’s tongue stopped flicking her clit, and instead he took it in his mouth, sucking gently.
Leila screamed as the orgasm tore through her.
Antonio grabbed Karl’s shoulder and jerked him up. “Lay her flat,” he commanded.
Their role play was forgotten. Nothing mattered now but their need for one another.
Karl grabbed her legs and yanked her down the bed so she was lying flat under him. Karl came down on top of her, and then his cock was sliding into her pussy, filling her and pushing against her orgasm-tight sex.
A second mini orgasm shuddered through her.
“I fuck you…you fuck her,” Antonio growled.
“Then fuck me already,” Karl snarled. He sounded like a wilder, more primitive version of himself.
This was what they did to each other. They made each other wild, feral.
Whole.
Karl’s hips were shoved forward as Antonio thrust into his ass. Leila reveled in the feel of it—Karl’s cock inside her, the weight of both their bodies hovering over her. Karl’s arms strained, the muscles bulging as he kept himself off her.
“I won’t last much longer,” Karl said through his teeth.
Another thrust, harder this time. Karl moaned. Then Leila moaned as Karl in turn thrust into her.
“Together,” she panted. “We come together.”
Another thrust. Another. Then she was there—at the peak of pleasure, her body tightening as the orgasm ripped through her.
“Come now,” she dema
nded. “Now, now, now!”
Karl shouted, his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw muscles clenched. Above him, Antonio moaned a raw, guttural sound.
They stayed that way, lost in delicious pleasure, for a moment and an eternity.
Then Karl’s straining arms gave way, and he collapsed on Leila.
She would have been happy to go out that way—suffocated under two sexy men after some earth-shattering sex wasn’t the worst way to go, but Antonio eased Karl off her. They lay, panting, legs tangled together, replete and happy.
Chapter Twenty
Karl raised one hand to shield his eyes. The little visor on the yellow hard hat he was wearing wasn’t big enough to shield his eyes against the midday sun. Yesterday, nothing had happened, so today they’d decided to make him an even more obvious target. News crews had been out this morning, filming him walking around with a man from the city manager’s office as they prepared to finish demolishing the building that supposedly sat atop the archaeological “find” that had brought him to the city.
The person from the city manager’s office was Grigoris. The construction crew was a combination of knights, security officers from Ottoman who’d been pulled in, and other members who worked in security-related fields. He’d seen Antonio on the phone last night before…
Hmm. Before that life-changing sex.
If they were going to have life-changing sex like that every night, he didn’t care how long he had to walk around in a high-vis vest and hard hat, pretending there was something under this building important enough for him to be standing out here all day.
Grigoris walked over, a hard hat on his head. His hair was pulled back in a queue and he was grinning.
“You got him?” Karl asked.
The smile faded. “No, but the bulldozer I rented is here.”
“Are we going to actually knock the building down?”
“Hungary owns the whole block. They said we could use it. I think that means we can knock it down.”
