“Ah, no.” Declan leaned over the chair and put his face closer to Irons’. “We are what you would call, ‘Men like that,’ aren’t we, Liam?”
“We are those very men, Declan. One and the same. Well, two and the same.”
“Cruel, vicious desperados.”
“That’s us alright.”
“It’s not all that nice for some delicate views,” Liam said, “but, whatever you think of it, that’s who we are.”
“So,” Declan’s face was by the side of Irons’ “telling us how to do our business, that’s something you’d not want to do without giving it some very careful thought.”
Liam smiled, “It’s what Holmes would call ‘a two-pipe problem.’ In our neck of the woods, we might consider it a two-bourbon proposition.”
Declan said, “They’d want to be biggish bourbons, though.”
A rap on the door made all four heads turn.
As Courtenay went to the door, Liam said, “At long fucking last.”
Declan laid a hand on Irons’ shoulder. “Since you didn’t make yourself known when we arrived here, we didn’t think to ask for a glass for you.”
Liam stood and moved toward the bathroom while a sleepy bellboy in a rumpled uniform brought the tray with an ice bucket, three glasses and two plates of sandwiches to the table.
“You’re okay with the tooth mug, are you Mr. Irons?” Liam called from the bathroom and he returned with the plastic glass from the washstand.
Irons nodded.
The bellboy straightened up and Declan patted Irons’ shoulder. “Well?” he said. Irons looked up at him. Declan inclined his head toward the bellboy and said, “Go on. Pay the man.”
Liam looked down at his phone. He had a reply to his text. It was from Arden.
Chapter 15
Something in the spark in Irons’ eye as he sat in the wide chair made me think of a cornered wild animal. He fished in his coat, pulled out his wallet and he tipped the bellboy.
As the boy was leaving, Liam tugged him to one side and I heard him say, “Bring us two more. This one won’t last any time at all.” He tucked a fold of bills in the boy’s top pocket.
“Just knock and leave them outside, son.” And gave him a wink. In the same conspiratorial tone, the boy asked him,
“Would you like me to bring another glass, too?”
“Ah, no. You’re fine there.”
Liam patted the boy’s ass and opened the door to let him out. “Goodnight, now,” he said as the boy scurried away and Liam shut the door behind him. Irons accepted to drink out of the tooth mug, as Liam had called the tumbler from the bathroom
Declan poured champagne. Irons said, “I don’t drink champagne. I don’t drink wine at all, really.”
“Oh,” Liam frowned, “I didn’t need to get the mug for you after all.”
Irons took the glass and said, “I’ll drink this one alright.”
“Oh,” Declan looked in his eye, “and why would you be making an exception now?”
“For one thing,” he said, holding the glass for Declan to pour into it, “to toast the obvious success of your excellent plans, whatever they might have been. And for another, to mark the work of a great team.” And he lifted his glass. “But mainly because on a night like this, and especially this late,” he looked in Liam’s eye, then Declan’s and finally in mine, “I need a fucking drink.”
Declan came to slip his arm around my waist. The cold champagne sparkled on my tongue. As we tipped the fizz into our throats, the air in the room seemed to lift and lighten. Irons wanted details about the judge. Liam stiffened a little and told him,
“You’ll get all the details you need on the morning news. But speaking of work, I trust you brought the second payment with you.”
There was a moment’s uncomfortable silence. Inside, I was thinking, No, Irons. Don’t be trying to fuck Liam and Declan about. Not with the payments. I still hoped there was a way I could get to fuck him, although I figured that I probably left that chance behind at The Eerie.
“In the closet,” Irons pointed, “There’s a case on the floor. At the back.”
Liam and Declan eyed him. Declan said, “Will you bring it then?”
Irons hesitated, but then he went to the closet and brought out the case. He carried it over and put it on the table. Declan looked at Liam. Then back at Irons.
Irons’ eyebrows raised.
“So.” Liam said. “Does it open itself, or are you going to open it?”
Reluctantly, Irons snapped the locks on top of the case. He folded it open. Inside were a dozen thick stacks of bills. All of them were hundreds. Liam and Declan nodded. Irons took one of the stacks out.
“Give me that one,” Liam pointed at a stack in the middle of the case. “No, not that one, the one underneath it.”
Irons pulled out the stack and gave it to him. He flicked through it. “Looks good to me.” And he tossed it to Liam. Liam fanned it as Declan took another.
Irons pulled on his cuffs and looked like he was getting ready to leave. Declan nodded as he looked over.
“I think we’re all going to have a bit of a fuck now.” His eyebrow lifted just a fraction. “Of course, if you want, you can duck out and leave now.”
I watched Irons, but his face didn’t give away any more than Declan’s as he went on, “But I’m sure Miss Honeylips would be happy for you to stay.”
Then Declan looked at me. I looked at Liam, but I knew he would be smiling. The smile that I saw made me tremble. I looked back at Irons. He was waiting for me to give him the clue.
I relished that moment. His eyes burned with a look of hard intensity. On his lip was a tense twitch like a hunger. In his pants, a swelling that pushed to get out. As I walked toward him, I looked at Declan. He had made the suggestion, after all. It wouldn’t be beyond him to have said it just to see what I would do, maybe even to see what Irons would say.
Declan had established himself with Irons tonight. He had shown strength and wit. Liam, I was sure that he would be happy whatever I wanted to get into. He trusted me and we had a pretty solid understanding. I knew that he loved all kinds of fun and action. He looked and sounded the more conservative of the two, but he really wasn’t.
Declan’s needs and tastes were wide-ranging and all encompassing, but in a sense they were straightforward. Liam was almost the opposite. He seemed simple and clear on the surface. A charming guy and fun-loving, but a what you see is what you get kind of a man. Which he really wasn’t.
I walked in front of Irons and around him. After the first moment’s pause and Declan then Irons handing the initiative, the decision, to me I had all the time in the world.
My panties were hot and I felt squirmy inside them. My little pussy was hungry, and these three hot men made her eager. The scent went to my head and it must have been powerful for the men. I knew Liam adored the smell of my heat.
Liam’s hidden corners had hidden corners, his quiet depths had quiet depths. But I saw the gleam in his eye. That meant I was free to make the choice. Just as I knew it would be. Just as it should be.
There’s an important way in which Liam and Declan were real, old school gentlemen. Gentlemen who fucked like prize-fighters. Any woman would go a long way for a combination like that. So, Irons. What to make of him. He was hot as poker and hard as his name.
I wanted him but up until now, I’d held myself back. Sometimes it had been hard. I’d seen it. But Liam and Declan meant more to me than anything. The looks in their eyes now, I knew that I could choose either way.
After a night like the one Liam, Declan and I had been through, we were all horny, DTF and hot for it. Irons? He was the unknown quantity. And, I had to admit, that was a part of the thrill.
His eyes flashed as I walked in front of him and his nostrils flared. I turned. Softly, barely touching I brushed my ass against him. Just enough to feel the length and the hardness of him. It made my breath catch in my throat.
“Well,” Liam said
, “our little Princess of Pucker, Countess of Cock, will he do? What’s it to be?”
Declan’s grin was thin and evil.
I told Declan, “I’d really like to get his cock between my tits.”
Declan’s chuckle set me on fire. “I think you’d like to wind up with it up your ass. As well as down your throat.”
Liam came near. “I think she’s thinking about it.” He stood in front of me and his scent made my head swim. “Let’s see if she’s thinking about it with her plump, greedy little pussy.”
His hand slid up my skirt. With his other hand, he took my chin. Held my throat. He kissed me. Softly at first, but then, as his body came alive, fiercely. Deep and wet. His tongue explored me. At the same time as his fingers slipped up to the tops of my thighs.
He pressed my hot, wet panties at the front of my mound. Then slid his fingers down. And up between my legs. Up against my wet flower. He rubbed around my clit so softly it made my hips roll. Behind me, I felt how that made Irons harden.
I pushed back. Liam’s fingers triggered a rising, breathless cascade of sparking and clenching in my whole body. Coming nearer, Declan’s eyes held mine hard. Through my thighs, my ass cheeks, in my core and like it was wired to my aching, hardening nipples as they scratched inside the bra, every part of me, inside and out, sparked at the dizzying thoughts of what the rest of the night could have in store.
Liam’s fingers played me like a master. The rod of Irons’ cock made my mouth dry and I panted. Declan’s eye made me long for him.
My ass pressed and rolled against Irons’ cock and his hands slipped over my cheeks and squeezed. He slid up and around my ribs, up and over my heaving breasts and up to my neck.
He kissed my neck and throat as his fingers traced from my chin, down my neck. I shuddered and my stomach fluttered as he slipped his hand inside the bra. Slowly cupped and squeezed, taking his torturous time before he found my desperate nipple.
Still evading the hardening nipple, his thumb and hand made a circle as he held my breast. Squeezing. Kneading. Then his finger flicked at the hard bud. And again.
And then he pinched it. Pulled it in his thumb and finger. I made a thin, almost silent gasp. His hands crushed my breasts. “I’m going to fuck you so fucking hard,” he growled.
“Ah,” Declan’s voice rasped, “Don’t be in too much of a hurry there.” I felt the ripple in Irons’ body as he tried not to show a reaction to Declan. Declan said, “There’s quite a lot of fucking to be done.” His grin was lethal. “Pace yourself.”
I felt the pulse in Irons as he heard Declan. I knew he didn’t like it. Declan giving him an instruction. His hips pushed against my ass. Liam’s fingers played me, hard. Still teasing from outside my soaking panties. My eyes pleaded at him. His smiled back cruelly.
“Declan,” Liam said, “Would you fetch over that ottoman?”
Liam took my head in his hand, his fingers at the back of my neck, his thumb by my ear. He held me. Looked in my eye. While his other hand trilled round my clit and I shook. As Irons’ hands pushed my breasts out of the bra and my nipples grazed against Liam’s suit coat. His shirt. Felt the heat of his hard chest.
“Put the ottoman down here in front of Irons’ shins, so she can kneel on it.”
Irons’ cock pulsed against my ass. Liam licked his lips as he pushed me down. Then, as Declan slid the stool into place, Liam turned me. “Let’s see how that cock of Irons’ fares against your jelly roll.”
“Ah,” Declan said, “we’ll see if you get the pearl necklace.”
Liam yanked my shirt open and unhooked the bra. He moved around so he was on one side and Declan was on the other. On my knees, I could get Irons’ cock and jiggle it between the soft billows of my breasts. And I could reach Declan and Liam’s cocks too. With my hands, and my lips.
“Come on, Irons,” Liam’s voice was light, “don’t be shy. Get out your man-o-war and we can all get to business.”
The look of thunder on Irons’ face made me gush with excitement. Without thinking, I slapped his hands away and tugged his zipper down. I knew there was a marvellous monster in there and I was determined to get it on my flesh.
And inside. Or at least, that’s what I hoped.
Chapter 16
As Courtenay hauled Irons’ massive cock out of his pants, Liam stroked her head. Reached down to cup her breast. He looked at Irons’ throbbing pole. “You can see that he’s wanting a piece of Miss Peaches’ pie there.”
Declan’s eyes were fixed on Courtenay‘s round, swinging breasts. “I’m aching for a sip from the honey cup myself.”
Her eyes gleamed and she wet her lips with her tongue as she stroked the length of him and pulled him between her breasts. His eyes rolled as she slid him up and down in the fragrant warmth between her generous flesh.
Her shoulders came forward and her arms pressed by her sides to squeeze him more, and she laid her head against his stomach as she rubbed him, slowly up and down.
From there, Declan’s pants were right by her nose. The straining ridge at the front, where the fabric tented and pointed right at her face, in particular. Her eyes sparkled as she licked her lips and reached for Declan. She gently rubbed the straining bulge. Her eyes widened as she felt the heat, the hardness. The impossible girth and weight.
Hastily she pulled down the zipper to slide her hand in. First she felt the silky smoothness of his briefs, then, as she circled and felt the length of his pulsing prong, she slipped down the silk until his waistband came down to reveal him, purple, hard, and hot. Her tongue lolled over her lips, and he groaned happily as she poked the point of her pink tongue out towards him.
Pressing hard with her breasts, rocking against the movement of Irons’ hard hips. Harder still as she felt the friction and heat rise along his length. Liam caressed her breast. Declan’s cock sprang and jumped as she licked along its underside.
Declan moved closer so Courtenay could get her mouth over his cock and still keep Irons between her hefting breasts. She gobbled Declan’s cock down and sucked hard. Liam stroked her hair and encouraged her.
“You’re doing God’s work, little sinner. That’s a mighty fine suck you’ve got going on.”
Declan groaned as he said, “It’s true. I’m getting well past her tonsils here.”
Irons held her shoulder and her breasts and pulled her to him more as he slid his cock faster into her soft cleavage. She turned to open Liam’s pants. As she freed his hard cock, her gaze flicked up at Irons. “Are you glad you came?”
He rolled his pelvis against her. “I will be.” His mouth looked like it might almost smile, though the fire in his eyes darkened still more. She smiled back before she devoured the head of Liam’s cock, still holding and rubbing Declan’s all the while.
Declan reached down to pat and stroke her ass and slide his hand up her skirt. “Mmm, still deliciously juicy, Miss Lumberton Spread’em.”
Shoving his cock deeper into her throat, Liam shook his head, “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
Declan’s fingers slipped past her elastic and into her warm wetness. “Our mistress Courtenay is a constant inspiration.” She moaned as he plunged his fingers deeper. “She’s the gift that keeps on giving.”
“You’re lucky men.” Irons voice was tight as his hips bucked faster.
Liam grinned, “I’d say we’re all three of us pretty lucky fucking bastards right now. Wouldn’t you?”
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