by Jane Jamison
“So it doesn’t mean I have to do what you say all the time? Like outside of the bedroom?” She snorted, an unladylike laugh. “If we ever make it to the bedroom, that is.”
“Oh, we’ll make it there all right. As soon as we can.” Seth slid his hand between her legs. She jumped, then settled into his touch. Would she ever get used to having their fingers inside her? It felt so right, so possessive.
“We want whatever you want. If you don’t want us to lead you outside of sex, then that’s the way it’ll be. We know you’re a strong woman.”
Aaron put his mouth close, then flicked his tongue over the curve of her ear. She trembled as the air chilled the skin he’d licked.
“We don’t want to change you, baby. We want to free you so you can learn to live life and everything it holds to the fullest. If nothing else comes from our time together, at least we’ll give you that.”
She blinked, trying to hold back the tears. They were so tender, so sweet. Only truly powerful men could be that way. Aaron wasn’t any more certain of the future than she was, but they were both willing to find out.
Seth moaned, his thumbs massaging her nipples. “I’m dying to get my cock inside your pussy. Let’s get back to playing.”
Aaron pushed against her back. “Get on your knees on the couch. Put your elbows on the arm.”
“Are you going to spank me again?” She got into position on the couch, then checked with Aaron. “Please, spank me again.”
He rubbed first one butt cheek, then the other. “Damn, but you’re so perfect. You ass is still pink from the paddle, but I’m going to use my hand this time.”
The slap of his palm against her flesh made a softer sound than the paddle had. “That’s it. Damn, but you feel good. I’ll do it harder next time so I can see my handprint. Use your colors, baby.”
Seth moved in front of her and unzipped his jeans. “I’m going to love you sucking on my dick. Come on now. Ease it in and enjoy.”
Her clit’s throbbing picked up pace when she saw his curved, hard cock inches from her face. Pre-cum oozed from his tip, tempting her to swipe her tongue along it and gather his taste. He was long, the purple veins lining him from just under the cap all the way to the curly mass of light hair.
She parted her lips and let him guide his cock inside her mouth. Taking the back of her head, he held her still as he worked his hips back and forth. His huge cock slipped past her lips, into her mouth, and drove all the way to the back of her throat. She moaned at the taste of him. He was sweet, musky, and warm. Hollowing her cheeks, she sucked as hard as she could, wanting to bring him as much satisfaction as he gave her.
The soft sounds of something tearing came to her as Aaron tore the wrapper off a condom. The chill of a cool liquid being rubbed around her tight anus muscles then inside it hit her. She knew getting Aaron’s cock inside her would give her an entirely new kind of sensation and she couldn’t wait. Her pussy grew even wetter and she spread her legs, unconcerned if the juices would flow down her legs. Aaron worked her dark hole, preparing her, thrusting his fingers in and out.
Her muscles clenched around him just as she wanted her pussy to clamp around their cocks. Would she get to have both of them inside her? If not today, then soon? And yet, after what they’d told her, she had no doubt she’d have another chance to do just that.
She swallowed Seth’s cock again and again. Closing her eyes, she let the overwhelming need, like no other need she’d ever felt, wash over her. She didn’t know them well, not by society’s standards, but she had an innate recognition that they were the men she’d longed for. It was obvious that they were sexually attracted to each other, but she could sense a different connection, one that would bind them together for years to come.
Aaron’s cock entered her ass, driving her forward a little. His cock stretched the inside of her, pushing against her tube of muscles, unrelenting in his conquest. She cried out without releasing Seth’s cock. The initial pain whipped into her, and just as the spankings had done, they warped into a wave of lust that compelled her to push back.
She knew Seth and Aaron cared for her. Even when their touches were rough, they still held an underlying tenderness that broke down any resistance. They’d take time to grow to understand each other, but until then, they’d connect in a physical way.
I care for them, and soon, I’m going to come to love them.
She moaned as Aaron thrust his hips against her rump again. Seth gripped her hair, keeping it away from her face as he then caressed the back of her neck.
She was completely under their control, completely theirs for the taking, and yet, she’d never felt as powerful. If that was what being their sub was like, it was different than anything she’d ever imagined. She surrendered to them, giving them her complete and undying trust.
Her body pulsated between them as they pummeled into her from front and back. Her climax grew nearer, raging its way from her womb, pushing everything out of its way like a bulldozer. Every part of her was alive, exhilarating at each touch, each murmur of devotion and pride they spoke.
Aaron groaned, then bent over her. His hands found her breasts and her nipples, twisting them as he pounded into her. His thrusts slowed down, but grew even more intense. With each shove, he spoke one word.
“You’re. Ours. Baby.”
She squeezed, giving him that extra bit of sensation. Was that his heart beating inside her ass? It was his pulse and she’d become a part of it.
Her arms shook as she worked to keep herself upright. With her orgasm growing ever closer toward its release, she tightened her mouth around Seth. Yet instead of letting his seed go, he stepped back, slipping his cock away from her.
She would’ve protested if Aaron hadn’t shouted at that moment and pulled her upright. She felt the hot flood of his release, searing into her butt hole. Her juices ran down the back of her legs.
“Fuck.” Seth took her hold of her as Aaron fell back. Picking her up, he whirled her around, then sat down, bringing her along with him. She tossed back her hair and wrapped her legs around his waist.
“No. Just a sec.” Taking a condom that Aaron tossed his way, he ripped the package open, slid her back, then worked it onto his slick cock.
“Here.” Aaron stood, then put the firemen helmet on her head. When he grabbed the jacket and held it up for her, she let him help her slip it on. “Now that’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen. A definite must for one of the photos.”
“Fuck the photos. I need my cock inside your pussy.”
“Then fuck me, Seth. Give it to me.”
“No problem, little sub.” Lifting her off his waist, he let her fall as he guided his cock inside her pussy.
The feel of his hard, curved shaft filling her pussy tore into her, stunning her at its width. She’d known it was massive from having it inside her mouth, but the pressure it put on her tight sheath was unexpected and beyond anything she could’ve put into words. Her body tensed, then relaxed, only to tense again as he drove into her. She felt more alive than she could remember ever feeling.
He shoved, pushing it hard into her, making it to her end. Her body clenched, then tightened as the orgasm finally took charge of her and demanded its release. Her pussy vibrated around his cock, its power invisible, spinning up and up to tear her apart. Her pulse pounded in her ears, her body shuddered against the onslaught. She cried out, calling both their names.
Seth’s climax came on the heels of hers as he locked his arms around her and pushed aside the coat to take her nipple into his mouth. His shout was muffled against her skin as he bit down, torturing her with his teeth.
Her mind whirled, spinning much like her climax had done. She slumped against his Seth’s chest, only able to focus on the rapid rise and fall of his chest. Aaron touched her arm, making him part of their experience and she offered him a small smile.
“That was only the first lesson. It’ll get both harder and better from here on out. Are you sure you can handle th
is? Now that we’ve started, it’ll be hell to stop.”
Yet when she attempted to answer, he placed his fingers against her mouth, quieting her. “Here’s a little of the next lesson. When you answer, you call me sir or master. Do the same with Seth.”
Sir or master? Was she ready to take it to that level? To really be a sub, not just with her body, but with her words? With her thoughts? She tried both of them out in her head.
“Yes, sir.” Maybe calling them master would come during their next time. Her heart skipped a beat.
Next time. How soon would that be?
“You’re amazing, Beth. We’re going to be great together. Remember that.”
She would. She’d remember every moment with them.
“Aw, hell. You two have got to be fucking with me.”
The unfamiliar voice washed over her like someone had just dumped ice water over her head. She clutched the opening of the jacket together, pulled down the helmet to cover as much of her face as she could, then hunched her body as low as she could. Yet once the initial horror of getting caught had passed, she couldn’t help but giggle. Someone catching them in the act was half the fun, so why worry about it when it actually happened?
“Uh, naw, Cap. You’ve got it all wrong. We’re not fucking with you. We’re fucking her.”
She could’ve died. Instead, she suppressed another giggle and punched Seth playfully in the chest.
“Ow.”
She didn’t dare turn around. Not when the captain of the fire station stood at the door. She hadn’t met the man, but she sure as hell didn’t want to meet him in her current state of undress.
“Just get her out of here pronto. And don’t let anyone see her leave. Once she’s gone, report to my office.”
Chapter Six
Seth followed Aaron into Cap’s office, but after seeing the stern expression on their captain’s face, he remained standing. Cap was a good guy, a great leader, and a fair man who had put up with a lot of crap from the men, including them. Although he was well into his late forties, he was still in great shape and often went on calls instead of languishing in his office and playing armchair chief. Seth had rarely seen Cap get angry and wondered if they’d finally taken it too far.
“What the hell do you two think you’re doing? Fucking some broad in the break room? Shit, even Brody and Wiley never pulled that stunt.”
The words, “Are you sure?” were almost out of his mouth before he managed to keep them in. He could easily see the Russell brothers pulling the same stunt. Until they met up with Michelle, of course. Once she’d said yes to being their sub, they’d become one woman men. Choosing the less risky option, he decided to take his brother’s lead and keep his trap shut. At least until the first blast of Cap’s anger had passed.
“You guys are on duty and here you are bringing a woman into the station.” Cap grunted as he leaned back in his chair. “Who was she anyway? Some girl you picked up last night?”
There it was. The opening Seth had wanted. Cap wanted to know if they were just fooling around or if it was serious like some of the other men’s relationships.
“No. She’s special, Cap. She’s the one.”
Cap’s anger dissipated quickly. He knew enough about the men under his command to have realized some of them preferred to share one woman. He also knew that once they’d found that her, they’d settle down and have nothing to do with any other women.
“Are you sure about this?” Cap didn’t meddle into his men’s business, but he had right to ask questions when it involved the station and the effectiveness of his teams. “Is she the woman you were telling me about? The one who wants to do the calendar?”
“That’s the one. That’s Beth Davidson.”
They’d explained the situation to Cap after they’d met Ruthie and Beth at the restaurant. He hadn’t gone for the idea at first, but once they’d explained that Beth wouldn’t get into nursing school without their help, he’d finally relented. Seth didn’t blame him. The Firemen for Hire teams were supposed to help women in real trouble, like ex-boyfriends who wanted them back and would stop at nothing. Raising money for nursing school wasn’t a life-or-death emergency, but they’d talked for over two hours and had gotten Cap to go along with it. With the conditions of keeping the station out of it and not using the men’s names, of course. The captain and all of them were taking a risk that the mayor wouldn’t see the calendar, recognize the men, and have their jobs for it. Seth had a feeling that Cap was as much of a risk-taker as his men.
“Well, hell. What was she doing here? Did you ask her to come over?”
“Nope, but I can’t say I’m sorry she did.” Seth grinned, then wiped it off his face. He’d better watch what he said or Cap might cancel the whole thing. “She came by to talk about the calendar.”
“Let me guess. You talked, then one thing led to another.”
“You got it, Cap. You know how it is, right?”
Cap grunted a noncommittal answer. “What the hell? Go ahead and tell me. How’s the recruitment going?”
“We could use more men.” That deserved a grin. “Hey, Cap, how about you? If you’re up for it, then I could get you a spot on the calendar. Hell, Beth might even make you the cover model.”
“Go fuck yourself, Sheppard.”
“Just asking. No need to get all riled up about it.” At least he’d gotten the subject changed from their sex in the break room to the calendar.
“Are you guys talking about the calendar thing?” Brody Russell pushed the door open and joined them. “Yeah, about that. Wiley and I want to help your lady, but we’re rethinking this whole sexy calendar thing.”
“Bullshit.” Aaron crossed his arms and glared at his friends. “She’s counting on you two. In fact, she wants you there on Monday. And using Michelle as the female model is fine.”
“Not to mention that she’s going to make it easier on your delicate sensibilities”—Seth chuckled at Brody’s glare—“by keeping your lack of manhood covered up. Michelle won’t be exposed, either. The main thing is to focus on the toys and tools involved. You can handle a few toys, can’t you, Russell?”
He’d end up getting slammed in the head in a minute, but it was too fun to jab at Brody.
“Fine, you asshole. Monday it is. Just say where and when.”
Damn, but some guys are just too easy. “She’s using her friend Tyler Dilson’s studio.” He pulled out his phone and checked an e-mail she’d sent after she’d dashed out of the station. “It’s called Light Moods on Lawson Street. Get there around nine that morning.”
“Are you three finished with your personal business?” Cap shuffled a pile of papers. “If so, you can get the hell out of my office.”
“Hey, it’s a team mission, right?”
“Yeah, Brody, it is. Don’t let Cap make you think otherwise.” He slapped his friend’s back. “Come on. I’ll buy you a coffee.”
If he could get off duty Monday, he’d love watching Brody and Wiley Russell under the gun. The photographic gun, so to speak. He had a feeling it’d be fun to watch. And, of course, to rib them about it later.
* * * *
Beth’s friend and studio owner, Tyler Dilson, gawked at Brody and Wiley Russell. Beth couldn’t blame him. They were sexy men with harder-than-rock physiques and faces fit for the movie screen. With dark hair and eyes, as well as strong jaws, she could see that they were related.
Their lover, Michelle Rossin, was a real woman with real curves. Her golden hair was long and silky and would photograph well spread out behind her head. That would make an intoxicating frame for her bright blue eyes. Michelle roamed around the photography studio while her men sorted through the various sex toys lying on top of the table. They had their fire helmets, yellow coats, and other uniform items with them, but they were dressed in regular jeans and the black T-shirts of Fire Station No. 2.
Tyler didn’t get excited very often. Most of the time, he was laid back and easy-going, taking life, and of
ten men, one at a time. His easy-going manner, however, had gone out the door when the Russell men walked inside. Beth doubted that he’d given Michelle more than a cursory glance before he’d grabbed a hand of each man and practically yanked them over the short stoop entry and into the studio. He’d gushed over them, making everyone uncomfortable, until Beth had pulled him into his glassed-in office under the pretense of having to talk about “business.”
“Oh, my God. Girl, is that them? Are those your men?”
“No, that’s the Russell brothers. Didn’t you look at the schedule Ruthie sent you?” She yanked on his arm to move him away from the glass wall, then tugged the blinds down. “Will you stop drooling over them like a hound dog over a bone?”
“Honey, if all bones looked like them, then I’d be walking on all fours and licking my dong. They are simply gorg.”
The Tyler she knew, the man who ran a successful photography studio and worked his ass off to keep his high standards, had left the building. The man who had made his own fortune from scratch and could hold his own to any heterosexual male’s testosterone-filled bravado was acting like a teenage girl with a crush on the captain of the football team. Why did he start acting like a stereotypical television sitcom gay whenever hot guys were around?
“Gorg? Really, Tyler? Please get a grip. I need your help with this shoot. It’s the first one of twelve. If I blow it with them, then the rest of the men might back out.”
Tyler lifted the edge of the blinds enough to peek out. “Are you sure they’re not bi? I don’t like sharing with a girl, but for them, I might make an exception.”
She took him by the arms and shook him. “Will you stop it? None, I repeat, none of these guys are available. Gay, straight, or bisexual. I want to keep this all very professional so you can’t go hunting for a man. Please, Tyler, this is important.”
She hated to say that. Tyler’s love life had taken a bad turn when his latest lover had disappeared one morning, leaving nothing behind except a hastily written Dear John note and a used toothbrush. But business came first. He’d rallied quickly, his usual charm and wit roaring back, but she wondered if he was hiding his pain.
