“Yes.”
“Are you sitting down?”
“Yes.”
“I want my voice as close to you as you can get it. Tell me if my voice is doing anything for you. If I’m making you feel anything. Are your nipples a bit prickly?”
“Liam. Yes.”
“Do you feel the heat?”
“I do, Liam.”
“Is it making you wet?”
“Yes.”
“Can you smell it?”
“Yes.”
“Is there a little sensation in your thighs?”
“Yes, Liam.”
“Up the insides?”
“Yes.”
“And are they trembly? Do you feel little tingles in your stomach?”
“Yes. Liam, what can I do?”
“Ah, help is at hand. Put your hand on your stomach.”
“Yes.”
“And now feel me. Guiding you. Press on your stomach.”
“Yes.”
“A little lower down.”
“Yes.”
“Down to where your little tuft is.”
“Oh, yes, Liam.”
“First, give your poor little nipple a tweak from me.”
“Oh.”
“Squeeze your tit and push it forward.”
“It’s uncomfortable.”
“In the bra?”
“Yes, Liam.”
“And your shirt, is it a little bit torn, did you say?”
“Yes, Liam.”
“Rip it, my love. Just tear it away. And get out of that damned bra.”
“Oh, yes. Thank you.”
“Now you can massage your breasts. Pull on your nipples. Imagine how my lips might do that for you. Firm. Wet. Pulling.”
“Oh, Liam.”
“Now, slowly, softly, stroke your fingers up the insides of your thighs. Till you get to the elastic. Are you shaking a little?”
“A lot.”
“Mm. Just slip a finger over, into the top and down inside your soft silkies there. What color are they?”
“Blue, Liam. They’re pale blue.”
“What else are they?”
“Hot.”
“And what else?”
“They’re wet.”
“Ah. That’s good. Slip a finger in there for me. You can imagine it’s my finger. Except my fingers are much wider. Stronger. And bigger.”
“Oh.”
“There, now. Dab your finger. Maybe two fingers. Slip them there where it’s wet. Just for a second.”
“Yes, Liam.”
“Take them out and bring them up to your face now, would you?”
“Yes, Liam.”
“Sniff. Breathe. Pop them into your mouth. Taste them, would you do that for me?”
“Yes. Mmm. Yes.”
“How does it taste?”
“Good, Liam. Strong and hot.”
“That’s good. Lick your fingers. Then slip them back down there.”
He listened closely to the sounds she made. She moaned.
“You could drag your fingers either side there. Press beside your little hood. Maybe make the bean wait, make it really want a little flick, before you touch it. Spread your wings a little. Are they hot?”
“Yes.”
“Are they wet?”
“God, yes.”
“Do they ache a little?”
“Yes, Liam.”
“You could dip inside there, just a moment. Press at the top.”
Her voice was tight and hoarse, “Oh, Liam.”
“Push.”
“Liam!”
“Think about my cock. If it slipped up from behind you there. Sprang up from out of the chair and shoved your lips apart. Made you ride the back of it. Poked out under your mound. Rubbed at the base of your little bean there.”
“Oh! Liam!”
“Pushed between your butt cheeks, and on between your lips.”
“Liam!”
“And broke inside, while you still had your fingers at your clit.”
“Oh!”
“And drilled in, scraping the front, slamming the top, punching by your soft little hotspot.”
“Oh, God, Liam!”
“Pushing you, pumping, pounding you, hard.”
“Liaaaaaam!”
“There, you little floozy. You like that, don’t you? You like the thought of me splitting you wide with my cock. Driving through the walls and plunging hard up inside you. You love it. Don’t you?”
“Mmm…” she gasped and sighed, then she moaned. “Liam, god, Liam, I’m going to come!”
“Harder, darling. Push harder. And faster. Now, okay, now. Feel me inside you.”
“Ah!” Her voice shuddered and shook, “I’m coming, Liam.”
“Higher. Harder. DEEPER. Faster!”
“Liam…”
“More, darling. Higher. Harder.”
“Oh, Liam. I can’t stand it!”
“More, you little slut! MORE, don’t stop!”
“But I’m, I’m…” and her voice cracked as she shouted. “Liam!”
A demonic grin lit his face as he heard her, heard her breath and the creaking chair as she spilled over and burst, moaning, gushing and writhing.
A small, silent ripple went around all the people in the bar who hadn’t been listening in. Liam looked at them all. In a clear, distinct voice, he told her, “You’ve got an appreciative audience in the bar here, you know.”
She shouted and called his name. As he looked around the furtive eyes nearby he asked her, “Should I put you on speaker?”
“Oh, God, Liam, nooooo…” she wailed.
He cupped the phone closer and hunched around again. The waves of groaning sighs and trembling gasps were the sweetest music to him. When her sighs and moans subsided he said, gently, “That was just a stunt to heighten your pleasure, a cheap trick. I hope you’ll forgive me,” though the tone of his voice wasn’t especially penitent.
As she recovered, breathing heavily, she said,” Liam, before I forget, what I learned about Irons is that he thinks this is his operation. He called it that,” she stopped for breath, “He called it an ‘operation.’ But the way he talked, it was like he thought of it as his. Like he owned it.”
“Ah, thank you for that. You’re really a fucking little diamond, you know that?”
“Liam.”
“Courtenay.”
They listened to each other a few moments in silence. Then he said, “And, now my darling, my sweet, before I forget, what’s in the file?”
~~~~
Declan joined Liam in the bar. He scowled as he sat at the table. “You phone-fucked her without me.”
“What are you getting your panties bunched about? I never minded when you’ve stuck your cock up her ass or standing sixty-nine’d with her while I’ve been out, which, by the way, I know you do all the time.”
Declan’s brow softened. “No, I wouldn’t mind at all. You know I wouldn’t. It just seems like that might have been a bit of a first, and I’d like to have been, you know, in on it with the two of you.”
“I hadn’t planned for it, you know. We were talking, catching up and the conversation just kind of went that way.”
Declan chinked his glass as Liam’s, “I know. Still, fair play to you. I would probably have done the same.”
“That and more, my friend, that and more.”
“Did she shout?”
“Ask the barman over there.” Liam’s eyes gleamed. “Still, never mind that now, there are things I have to tell you about our dark and mysterious friend.”
As they talked, Liam’s phone vibrated with a text. Then Declan’s did the same.
Both phones had identical texts. Both were from Courtenay.
I need to see you
BOTH
NOW
Chapter 11
As soon as I saw the second text back from Liam, I went downstairs and found my way to the back kitchen. Gunner was at the marble table. Or was it Horst
?
“Hi,” I waved as I headed for the back door, “Just going for a walk in the woods.” I showed him a pack of cigarettes. He took it for an explanation.
“There’s a smoking porch, through the games room and on the right.”
“Yeah, I’d just like a little of my own company and a walk in the woods, if that’s okay with you.” He looked uncertain so I said confidently, “You can search me on the way back in if you need to.”
I stood in front of him with my feet apart. The knee-length skirt was snapped tight and I stood tall in the heels. The fresh, raw silk shirt was open low. I lifted my chin. He looked me up and down, long and slow. “I’ll be waiting to search you,” he said, and he let me out.
About a hundred feet from the house the woods started. I looked around for a greenhouse. In the dark it took me a while to spot it, but after I found it, I headed briskly into the trees behind it. I got a couple of dozen yards into the woods when I saw a movement, to my right. Quickly, I headed for the bushes and ducked behind them. Heels weren’t ideal for this, especially in the dark. But they made me feel sexy, and I wanted to look my best.
Up ahead, in a cluster of bushes around a thick, tall tree, I saw them. Quietly, I moved toward them. Liam practically pounced on me to throw his arms around me. Declan came up behind me. “You okay, little backdoor creeper?”
I kissed Liam. Declan hugged me. We all hugged. “I don’t know if I can go through with this, guys.”
Liam was hitching up my skirt. The three of us had some things to discuss, but there was something even more urgent we had to do.
I looked up into Declan’s face. He said, “You see, Liam,” as he gently stroked my hair, “Poor little thing. What have we gotten you into, eh?”
I saw the ‘I told you so,’ look that he gave to Liam. And I saw the look that Liam gave him back. Liam was a man who was just always bursting with surprises.
He was fatherly and kind, he truly was, but underneath it, however soft his manner seemed to be, he knew what he was about and his determination was steely.
When he looked back at Declan, his firm look seemed to say, ‘Get a grip. Are you forgetting yourself?’ When I saw it, rather than making me afraid, I felt a rising resolve of my own.
Liam believed in me, and I wasn’t going to let him down.
Declan moved in closer behind me. The cool night air fanned my thighs, but it did nothing to quell the heat between them. Liam had lifted my skirt. Declan was reaching around to unbutton my shirt. I was glad I’d thought to wear a bra with a front fastener. I kissed Liam as Declan cupped and held my breasts. My ass pushed back against the gigantic ridge in his pants.
I could hardly bear to let Liam’s tongue out of my mouth. I let the sensations course through me a moment longer before I stroked his chin and looked up into his eyes. “This way,” I said. And I turned to face Declan.
Liam slipped my panties aside and pressed his fingers around my hood, over my mound, pushing his thumb teasingly against the entry to my ass while his strong fingers played my pussy, my mound and the tops of my thighs like an expert DJ, spinning and mixing.
When I reached into Declan’s pants and rubbed his hard, beautiful cock, Liam seized my hair.
“OH!” I exclaimed as he shoved me forward.
“This way,” he said, pushing my head down to where Declan was unleashing his massive cock. It was thick. Hot. Pulsing. And ready for me to swallow. Declan took hold of my hair, ready to pull, to face-fuck me, to make me plunge my mouth over his massive mast and devour his hard, pumping pole.
The slick weight of Liam‘s cock ground at the base of my clit and I felt his hot thighs against the cool cheeks of my ass.
I reached back to hold him. A thrill trickled, bursting through me as I felt the pulse in his swelling. My hips rocked as I pressed him tight against my weeping lips.
“I need this, you bastards,” I groaned. “After watching Irons.”
“And choking him,” Declan said. “You’ve got to hand it to our little Mainstreet Maiden. The girl is a real champ.”
“And after what you did to me on the phone, Liam.” I fixed his eye, hard. I wanted Declan to see how fired up I was. To emphasize the point, I squeezed on Declan’s cock. “I felt like there was a barroom full of men watching me bring myself off. With you whispering in my ear.” I licked my lips, “I think that must easily be the filthiest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Then we’re going to have to come up with something very fucking filthy indeed.” Liam said.
“We certainly are.” Declan agreed. “We’re going to have to top that with something.” Liam reached over and his hand took hold of Declan’s jaw. The tip of Declan’s tongue ran along his lower lip to follow Liam’s thumb.
“After all, we can’t have the filthiest thing you ever did be something where you were in a room on your own.”
“Only, I kind of wasn’t.”
“You don’t mean the judge was there in the room with you after all.”
“You didn’t sneak His Honor back to your room with you?”
“He wasn’t there to watch you jilling your little bean with your skirt up, your panties all askew and your legs flung wide like a tart, was he?”
“No.” I pushed against Liam’s cock.
“Did he sit in front of you and watch your petals drip while you spread them wide and pushed your fingers up inside?”
“No. I mean that you were there, on the phone with me. And I felt like that whole bar was there watching me.”
“Oh. And how did that make you feel?” Liam leaned over and took a soft kiss from Declan.
“What are you a shrink now?”
“No, just an honest voyeur.”
“I didn’t really feel it until the end. So, it was like they’d been there all along, watching me, but I didn’t know until the curtain pulled back. Right when I was coming. Jumping and jerking like a helpless, oversexed teenager.”
The scent, the dark taste of Declan’s bulb filled and soaked my senses, while my desperate pussy wept over Liam’s shaft. “So now, I need some of the real thing.” I took Declan in my hand, “An urgent injection,” I said, and pushed back hard onto Liam, “Or two.”
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