by Lily Harlem
‘Like I said earlier, Biros,’ Beefcake said, ‘I’m going to fuck your slut every night until you pay me and tonight I’ll fuck her ass and you can fuck her pussy.’ He stepped out of the colourful boxers and tugged at his thick shaft. ‘But no fucking funny business, keep your hands where I can see them.’ He stabbed a nail-bitten finger at Liuz’s chest.
‘Hey, I got no fucking desire to touch your dick,’ Liuz said, shoving Beefcake’s arm aside and screwing up his nose. ‘Believe me.’
‘Yeah, well, make sure you don’t. Come on, bitch, get on there and strip. I want to see you naked and writhing under me.’
Oh my God. They were both going to fuck me at the same time.
Moving to stand by the bed, anus and pussy quivering, I was aware of Liuz close behind me. When I turned to face him, his top was off, showing his lovely wide chest and his stacked abs. His scent embraced me, smoky and raw, hot with desire, dense with confidence, but there was something else lacing it too. It was hard to pinpoint. Fear perhaps. No, maybe impatience, apprehension. The kind of sweat-laced smell men going into battle emitted.
When was the violence going to happen?
One side of Liuz’s mouth tilted, and his dark gaze bored into mine. Without a word he peeled my top over my head, his movements tense, deliberate.
If only I could comfort him, assure him of my support. But how could I when for the second time in our relationship I’d followed him, spied on him? I pushed down a flutter of nerves. He needed me to be strong for him. Play my part in the scene he’d orchestrated.
Like the puppet I was, I let him release my bra and drop it down my arms. He tugged at my skirt and thong, and I rested my hand on his concrete shoulders as I lifted first my left then my right foot, allowing him to slip the garments over my feet.
Finally, with steady, dexterous fingers, he undid the straps on my heels and removed them.
‘Fuck, come on, get on with it,’ Beefcake grunted. ‘You get inside her first, Biros, and then I’ll shove in. Fill her up.’ He strode over to us, rubbing his hand up and down his cock. The head was such a deep beetroot colour it was almost purple, and his big, hairy balls swung as he moved.
Liuz’s face hardened as he crawled onto the creased covers of the bed, pushing down his jeans and underwear as he went. He didn’t remove them completely; just let them bunch at his thighs. ‘Come ride me, slut,’ he said, his eyes flashing and his cock bobbing. ‘We’re going to fuck you so good tonight. Two big cocks inside you. What do you think of that? Isn’t that what you have always dreamed of?’
I cleared my throat, smoothed my hands over my breasts and tweaked my nipples. ‘Yes, it’s what I’ve dreamed of.’ I had to get in character, not think of Beefcake’s kid or the big burly bastard who could arrive any second.
Liuz pulled at his cock, stroked his finger over the slit, then made a circle with his index finger and thumb around his shaft. He pumped hard but slow, making the veins bulge and the head swell further. ‘You want me to fuck you, don’t you?’
Nodding, I crawled eagerly onto the bed.
Yes, I wanted Liuz to fuck me. Yes. Yes.
But did I want Beefcake again too? What if Liuz had ruined me for everyone else? What if only he would do now, forever, for the rest of my life?
‘Good, dirty slut,’ he said in a soft voice as he rolled a condom on. ‘That’s it, climb on board.’
I set my knees either side of his hips and hovered my entrance over his cock. He held it dead upright; a glorious solid shaft for me to impale myself on.
‘Ah, yes, come on,’ he said tightly as I took him that first inch.
I tipped forward, flattened my hands on the pillow his head rested on. He hissed in a breath as I took more of his cock into my dripping pussy. There was a bead of sweat on his forehead, and he flared his nostrils. The coarse hair on his chest abraded my nipples.
He glanced at the door.
Panting out a breath, I palmed his cheek and brought his gaze to mine again. He would give the damn game away staring at the door.
But as he turned back to me there was something different about him. In the depths of his eyes I saw a man who needed to be loved, a man who craved affection and companionship. Suddenly I realised a truth.
Liuz was lonely.
Well, not any more, now he had me. Forever.
As if to prove my thoughts, for words were not necessary, I braced and took him right into my body, as deep as he could go, in one hard plunge.
‘Ah, yeah, fuck, that’s it,’ he said, screwing his eyes shut. ‘Now move.’
In a second.
That first bite of pain as my pussy stretched to accommodate him, that first filling, was euphoric. It released endorphins on a grand scale. I wanted to savour the moment.
His eyes shot open. ‘I said move, Dirty Bitch, get on with it.’
I cried out as a sharp sting razored into my ass. Liuz had slapped me, and not a playful tap, a really hard whack that rang around the room.
But it was OK. He’d done that before. I knew just how to let the pain bloom across my flesh and sink into my clit. It was good pain, pain that melted to bliss.
‘Ah, oh yes, yes,’ I cried, setting up a grinding motion with my hips. ‘Oh, yes, fuck me, slap me, fuck me.’
He paddled me again with his palm, three times more. Each slap had him increasing the thrusts of his hips. Each heated rise of pain swelled my clit and dampened my pussy more. I was here for my lover. I would do whatever he needed me to. Loyalty and passion sent my heart rate rocketing and my body coiling up like a big spring, storing up urgent sensations ready to be blasted out.
The bed dipped.
‘Oh, yeah, so red, that’s it,’ Beefcake said, hands on my hips, blocking Liuz from slapping me again. ‘I love a red ass. Get ready for it, bitch, we’re going to make you burst.’
‘You wearing?’ Liuz grunted.
‘’Course I fucking am, you think I want her germs?’
My clit was bashing against Liuz’s wiry pubic hair, the sensation exquisite. I slowed my wild thrusting and let the pressure build. ‘Ah, Liuz,’ I gasped onto his lips.
‘Hold off,’ he whispered through gritted teeth. ‘Hold off.’ He gripped my upper arms, supporting my feeble, lust-ridden body. ‘Please.’
Beefcake was busy, rubbing my hole with his fingers, spreading my copious natural lube around the taut wrinkles of skin.
Liuz glanced towards the door again then sank his teeth into his bottom lip.
Whatever he was expecting to happen – I wanted it to wait. Beefcake had wriggled a finger into my anus and was rotating it, as if drawing circles. Easing out the tension and stretching me. I groaned as desire surged through me and bucked my hips back for more.
‘Ah, yeah, filthy whore, here you go, is this what you want?’ Beefcake removed his fingers, and in one brutal surge shoved his cock into my ass.
‘Argh!’ Searing pain sliced through my anus. He was so damn big and hard and I was already so full of Liuz’s cock.
Liuz grabbed my face, pulled my mouth to his, and kissed me long and deep, capturing my subsequent cries in his throat.
‘I love this tight ring,’ Beefcake ground out. ‘Fucking brilliant.’
He withdrew, plundered back in.
My whole body trembled. Lights flashed behind my eyelids. My clit was still harnessing pressure, my pussy, stretched and full, was swelling and weeping. And my back chamber, although on fire, was bringing to life all the memories of being fucked the day before. I was getting ready to let it all explode.
Orgasm. I needed to come.
I tore open my eyelids. Liuz’s deep stare, only two inches away, greeted me. His eyes were narrowed. A small muscle ticked below his left socket, fast, over and over. He glanced at the door yet again.
‘Oh, yeah, oh yeah,’ Beefcake shouted, ramming into me, faster and harder. ‘Oh fucking yeah.’
The backs of his thighs whacked up against my ass each time he sank deep, and his balls slapp
ed into my swollen labia. They must have been hitting the base of Liuz’s shaft, or even his balls. But Beefcake, despite his homophobic comments earlier, seemed beyond caring.
So was I. My orgasm was within reach. ‘I’m going to … I’m going to … ah yes, yes.’
There was nothing I could do. I had reached that precipice of perfection. That sublime state where it just feels so damn good and every nerve in my body, every cell, was as full of pleasure as possible. And hovering there, in that exquisite state of existence, with my pussy and my ass so full, was divine. It was as if everything in my life had been leading to this one physical sensation and this one act of love for Liuz.
Suddenly it was over, release took hold, and I became a writhing, spasming mass of orgasmic waste. I cried out. The sensation of pulsing and throbbing around so much solid cock, while I was so stuffed, was a hard, wild, almost painful ride. Sweat popped over my body, my sex gushed and my anus contracted, squeezing the base of Beefcake’s dick like a noose.
‘Ah, yeah, that’s it. Good girl, ah, ah,’ Beefcake said.
He dug his fingers into my hips so bitterly I knew there’d be rows of bruises. The speed of his thrusts increased and his noisy, rasping breaths buffeted down onto my back. He was close, so close.
A thunderous bang forced my eyes open.
After that everything happened so quickly, it was hard to keep up with events.
Liuz shoved out from under me. Beefcake withdrew and pushed me to the floor in his scrabble to get off the bed.
‘Who the fuck are you?’ Liuz’s voice; loud, angry.
I scrambled into a kneeling position, used the bed as a barrier between me, the angry men and the masked intruder who had burst into the room.
‘What the fuck?’ Beefcake bellowed, lunging for his jacket, his rock-hard cock flicking up against his belly and his ass wobbling.
Liuz tugged up his jeans and marched up to the imposter who stood, feet apart, just inside the doorway. ‘Get out of here,’ Liuz demanded, fist clenched, back muscles tense.
The interloper, the brawny, tall guy from the abandoned house earlier – I recognised his jacket – darted his gaze around the room, as if surprised by the scene that had greeted him when he’d flung open the door.
In that split second, Beefcake grabbed his gun and pointed it at him.
Chapter Twelve
Insane as it may be, given the situation and all, I couldn’t help but look down at Beefcake’s groin again to see if he’d lost his erection yet – or pulled up his pants. He hadn’t on either count. Did fear also turn him on? God, he was one hard bastard – fear on a stick. I glanced from his dick back up to his gun hand. It didn’t shake, which was more than could be said for me. Yes, I’d known this was going to happen, but actually facing it was another thing altogether. My heart beat so fast it hurt, and adrenaline scoured every bit of me.
Masked Man pulled out a gun of his own, pushing Liuz backwards then closing the door. Liuz ended up beside the bed, well out of the way of the action. And that’s when real fear overtook me. I glanced at Liuz, who widened his eyes at the way things had turned out, everything so out of control compared to the easy rough-up they’d planned. Who knew Beefcake would be carrying? Who knew Masked Man would be too? This wasn’t how it was meant to be.
I screamed, thinking that was what would be expected of me had I not known about this mad scheme, and thankfully diverted Beefcake’s attention. He looked from Masked Man to me, his frown so deep it twisted the skin of his fat forehead.
‘Shut that fucking bitch up!’ he snarled.
Masked Man took the opportunity to step forward and kick Beefcake where it would hurt most, and I winced, expecting him to crumple onto the floor writhing in pain. He didn’t. Was this guy used to pain in that area? Did he participate in sex games I’d only heard about? Why was I even thinking thoughts like that anyway? It was like my brain was directing me to think about anything other than what was actually happening; the enormity of it and what could potentially occur.
‘Please,’ I said, clutching my hands together over my chest. ‘Take my bag. I have money in there. Credit cards. I’ll give you the PINs. An iPhone. You can sell it, make a bit more cash.’
There, that had sounded genuine, hadn’t it? After all, if this was supposed to be a break-in gone wrong, wouldn’t I have assumed he’d busted in to make off with whatever he could get his hands on?
Beefcake and Masked Man ignored me, staring one another out like some crazy duel was about to take place. Beefcake’s face was flushed – the only indication his cock and bollocks were undoubtedly screaming in pain right now – and he tightened his grip on the gun, pulling back the trigger.
‘No shooting!’ Liuz shouted, holding his hands up. ‘Please, do what she says. Take her bag.’
Ordinarily I’d have been offended by that. Take my bag? The cheek of it! But I’d get it back later anyway, providing Masked Man returned it. ‘Yes, take it. Please, just go.’
Masked Man and Beefcake continued to stare, so I risked another peek at Liuz. He, too, was flushed, and lowered his fists to his sides.
‘Who are you? What do you want?’ Liuz asked.
Masked Man blinked slowly, as though Liuz’s question bored him. ‘Doesn’t matter who I am,’ he said, his voice gravelly, very different to the one I’d heard earlier. ‘This doesn’t concern you and the woman.’
‘Oh, so this is about me, is it?’ Beefcake said, his cock finally deflating to a semi-erect pose. ‘Come on then, out with it. What the fuck is this all about?’
‘You know,’ Masked Man said, his tone ominous and full of meaning.
Oh, he was good at this.
‘No, I don’t fucking know, otherwise I wouldn’t have asked, would I, you stupid cunt.’ Beefcake glared, eyes hard, his finger so tight on that trigger.
Didn’t this man feel any fear at all? I sensed none of it coming off him – or Masked Man for that matter. Liuz and I appeared to be the only ones who saw danger lurking up ahead. One slip of either finger on those triggers and we’d be propelled into something I really didn’t want to be involved in – a witness in a story I’d so far only ever written about from an outsider’s perspective. And what if Liuz got hurt? What would I do without him?
That spurred me to try to be the peacemaker, the one who sorted this whole mess out and made Liuz grateful I’d been there. ‘Listen, please. If this is something between you two, please, just go. Do this somewhere else.’
‘Think I’m going to let this slimy bastard get away now I’ve finally cornered him?’ Masked Man asked. ‘Think I’m going to let him get away with all the shit he’s done to me over the years?’
God, this guy was brilliant.
‘And what the fuck have I done to you over the years?’ Beefcake took a step forward.
My stomach bunched. I needed the toilet. The two men stood about four feet apart now, and if one of them took a shot, the injury from such close range would make one hell of a blood splatter. I shook off my thoughts, annoyed with myself for worrying about the mess rather than ending this thing or keeping quiet so I could file the information away.
Beefcake rolled his shoulders. ‘I don’t even recognise your voice, you prick, and if I don’t know what I’m supposed to have done, how the fuck can we sort this out?’ He paused, for effect I guessed. ‘And you know when word of this gets out, my men will hunt you down, find you, torture you – maybe for a few days, maybe not – then give you a nice new pair of concrete shoes and introduce you to my old mate, the Thames. All that, even if I’m dead.’
He sounded so menacing, and I believed him. Beefcake’s reach was clearly long and wide. What the hell was Liuz doing getting involved with him? Did he need money so badly, being hooked up in a dodgy business deal with Beefcake far outweighed any consequences?
I was in deep – with this mess and with Liuz – but I wasn’t going to desert my man now. When the chips were down, that was when your boyfriend needed you most. You didn’t ju
st walk away at the first sign of trouble. Still, I kept quiet, giving Liuz a sideways glance to check how he was doing. He wasn’t about to get involved, standing out of the way like that, and I didn’t blame him. So long as he stayed where he was, I had a feeling he’d be safe.
‘You think that bothers me?’ Masked Man asked, levelling his gun a bit more. If he pulled the trigger, he’d blow the back of Beefcake’s head off. ‘You took everything from me. I’ve got nothing left. So being dead would be a blessing. But I’ll see you dead before I hit that fucking water.’
Beefcake cocked his head a tiny bit. Something about that action freaked me the hell out. It was as though he didn’t care he faced death.
Maybe he didn’t.
‘Take a shot,’ Beefcake said, looking ridiculous with his pants down. ‘Come on, take a fucking shot.’
Masked Man nodded, as if to himself, and squinted, finger tightening.
The door burst open, shoving into Masked Man. He went sprawling and landed on the floor, scrabbling to try and stand again. The new guest at our fright party looked a lot like Beefcake, except he was taller and had the strong air about him that he never took no for an answer. He slammed the door before kicking Masked Man under his chin, snapping his head and torso back. Masked Man growled, recovered quickly and pushed himself backwards using his free hand on the floor, raising the one holding the gun and pointing it at Beefcake.
He wasn’t quick enough, though. Beefcake Number Two lunged forward, smacking the gun out of his hand and stomping his thick-soled boot onto Masked Man’s chest.
‘Don’t fucking move,’ Number Two said.
‘That’s it. Hold him steady.’ Beefcake strolled over, hiking his pants up along the way. He zipped then buttoned up and loomed over Masked Man.
This had gone completely wrong. I quickly shifted my gaze to Liuz. He didn’t know what to do, I could see that, and I didn’t either. It wasn’t my call. This wasn’t on the original agenda. I pleaded with my eyes for him to give me a signal on what to do, but he wouldn’t look at me, his gaze riveted on the other three men. I turned away to see what Liuz was seeing, and had to hold back a whimper.
