“Ah,” Declan’s thumb pressed back against the soft pucker of her ass, “for right now, I wouldn’t be anywhere else in the world.”
Courtenay nodded enthusiastically along Liam’s cock. His voice strained a little as he said, “I’ll go along with you there.”
“Unless,” said Declan, “unless I were on the floor in place of the damned stool.”
When Declan slipped underneath her, Courtenay didn’t waste any time removing her panties. She kept Liam’s cock in her mouth and held on to Irons’. Then she pulled the fabric aside and spread her lips with her fingers as she slowly skewered herself along the velvety ridges of Declan’s hard shaft.
Declan helpfully guided her ass down, squeezing her cheeks as he did, hard enough to make her squeal.
“Oh, yes,” he moaned, “Right there, you wonderful bundle of badness.”
Her neck and chest reddened and her disheveled skirt and shirt flapped as she began to bounce, hard along the length of Declan’s rigid pole. Her eyes screwed shut as she squeezed and clenched her buttocks. Her back arced and rolled like a champion jockey’s.
Courtenay’s ass and Declan’s thighs slapped a steady, rising applause as she alternated sucking Liam and Irons’ reddening rods. Wet strings hung from her lips as she swallowed one and still pulled hard and fast on the other.
While she sucked on Liam, Irons practically growled and his voice rasped. “I’m going to stick this up your ass.”
He bent and crouched towards her.
“Oh, wait up!” Declan shouted, “Let’s have a little bit of a re-orientation here.”
“Oh,” Irons scowled, “do you object?”
“To you poking Ms. Compliance up the ass, not at all. To my having to peer up your ass while you do it, too fucking right I do. Courtenay, my love, would you favor me with the sight of your wonderful smile and a view of your heavenly breasts while this Jack gets his Jimmy up your dustpipe?”
Courtenay happily did as he asked. As she engaged herself back onto Declan’s mast, he called over to Irons, “Do you have some gel, or do you need some?”
“No, I don’t have any,” he snarled, “And no, I don’t need any.”
Liam handed him a tube. “If it’s ‘No’ to the one, then it’s ‘Yes’ to the other, Irons. You won’t hurt our Courtenay unless she says that she wants you to.”
In his eye was a spark of warning. He leaned down with his face close to Courtenay’s. He spoke quietly. “It goes without saying, if there’s anything, anything at all you don’t like or makes you uncomfortable, you tell one of us.”
Liam went to the door and brought in the champagne that the boy had left. He set it on the table and he was about to open the next bottle when he stopped and fished his phone out of his pocket. He looked at the screen and his face didn’t change but was still as he looked at the phone for some time. Then he put on a smile, opened the champagne and filled everyone’s glasses.
As Irons concentrated on opening her ass with his cock, Declan mouthed to her, And we’ll choke the fucker, and he grinned as she nodded that she understood. Her pelvis rocked more hungrily than ever on Declan. His grin spread wider as he caught her swinging breasts and drew her closer to him. While Irons burrowed into her ass, her eyes scrunched and widened and she bit on her lip. The two men sawed into her in an alternating rhythm, and her hips rolled between them like a wave on the sea. Looking into Declan’s eye, she moaned and sighed.
Her back coiled and snaked to flick her ass along the beat of the two men, as they humped deeper and harder into her.
Courtenay straightened up. For a variation, she leaned back toward Irons. She owed such a lot to the dark, saturnine lawyer and the attraction she felt for him had been electric from the moment she met him. Being with him now, feeling her ass stretched by his hot force was a charge that thrilled her.
Still, she knew that he wasn’t a man she could trust. He wasn’t even all that easy to like. She just knew he gave her something that she wanted, something that she couldn’t deny.
She looked around for Liam and saw him returning from the bathroom. He crossed the room and stood by her. Stroked her face. He leaned down and ran his hand down her spine, thrilling her as he kissed her and held her wet face close. He paused to look in her eyes for a long moment before he pulled away.
“You know I really love you,” he told her. Then he kissed her again. Declan smiled as he watched and he bucked hard from underneath her.
“Me, too,” he said as he slammed his huge cock into her.
Liam’s other hand stroked Irons’ back and slid down to squeeze his ass. Irons snorted and huffed and he reamed deeper and harder into Courtenay’s stretched, raw ass and he twitched, flicked his hips harder as Liam’s fingers got to work on his.
The sensation of the two men driving inside her, if not exactly in harmony but still as a team sent her thrills in an upward spiral. Declan and Irons both accelerated at the same time and she knew what was immediately on the way.
Her pussy and her ass were stretched to their limits, red, raw and ultra-sensitive. The sheer amount of sensation was hard for her to bear. But that itself was a charge and a thrill. Knowing that she was at her edge as the two hard, ruthless men, each of them gorgeous in their own way, were both about to breach their own limits. Their pounding pushed her up to her cliff and over the edge.
Her sensations exploded in freefall as her mouth stretched, her fingers clawed and her thighs and buttocks quivered and tensed. Her eyes streamed as she thrashed and bucked and shouted.
Courtenay’s fingers raked on Declan’s chest until Liam stood near. Then she grabbed wildly for his cock to take it into her mouth. The vibration of her stifled shouts and moans ran through all the men’s bodies as all of their own crests swelled, rose and burst, pumping onto her from all three directions. She erupted as they all blasted into her.
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As the heaving mass of collapsing bodies each came to their gasping, panting, grinning rest, Liam gave a meaningful look to Declan. With a slight inclination of his head and a movement of his eye, he drew Declan’s attention to the phone he’d left by the champagne bottle.
After all four of them exchanged hugs and some soft, tender kisses, Declan slipped away to the table and lifted the bottle to offer refills. Casually he pressed the button on the phone.
His face was still for some moments as he looked at the screen. He looked back to Liam. Then he put his smile back on and suggested they all take a shower.
Chapter 17
“Sergeant, don’t you think it bears a little more investigation?”
“Have it your own way.” Sergeant Leatherman took out a notepad. “Alright officer Renshawe, what do you see under the vic’s fingernails?”
“Nothing, sir. They’re clean.”
“Are any of them torn or broken?”
“No, sir. They’re highly groomed and immaculate.”
“Any marks, bruises, abrasions or other outward signs of damage or a struggle on the fingers or wrists?”
“None, sir.”
“Or on his face or neck?”
“No sir. Other than from the belt around his neck, obviously. The belt attached to the door. The belt that’s hanging him on the door.”
“On the door behind him, are there a lot of scuffs, gouges or other signs of a struggle or of him putting up resistance?”
“Only a couple of light marks, sir. Could have been made by his heels.”
“Good. And what do you see on his shoes? On the heels, at the backs, especially.”
“Some scrapings that could be paint. Look as though they could be a match with the door.”
“And the look on the vic’s face, officer, would you say he looks startled?”
“No, sir.”
“Alarmed?”
“No.”
“Anxious, panic-stricken, desperate?”
“No, sir, I would say that he looks serene.”
“Good. So, tell me again what it is you want
to investigate?”
Well, sir, the bellboy’s testimony, I don’t think he told us everything.”
“You don’t.”
“No, sir.”
“What do you think he may not have told us? Specifically, Renshawe, now think carefully, what are you hoping we can discover to tell to the victim’s family, beyond what we already know which, I think we can be sure, is all going to reach them as shocking and very distressing news indeed?”
“Don’t you think that it’s interesting though, sir? Two of them in one night?”
“Shall I tell you what I think is interesting? I think it will be interesting to hand two files to homicide, both with clear and sufficient evidence for them to list as, ‘No Further Investigation.’ Two legitimate, redeemable favors that homicide will owe to uniform. I’d say that was interesting. Still not quite as interesting as me, both of us in fact, being able to spend the rest of the shift in the precinct and then get home on time for the first time this month. Me to see my wife and kids, you, from the sounds of it, to wish you had more work to do. You can always be a volunteer firefighter, did you know that?” Leatherman folded his arms. “It interests me that all of this is with two unexpected fatalities investigated and cleared up, and both of them closed by uniform. I’d say that was borderline fascinating, officer. Wouldn’t you?”
“Sounds too good to be true, doesn’t it, sir?”
“We get about nine to a dozen of these every year, so it’s not particularly unlikely to find two in one night. And, ‘Too good to be true’? What is that even supposed to mean? It’s not good, officer, look at the man. He’s dead. It’s just true, that’s all. What the fuck more do you want?”
Chapter 18
I saw the look that passed between Liam and Declan and I wanted to know what it was about. As we all got ready to shower, I waited until Irons’ attention was engaged. He had his back to me and was talking to Liam and I slipped by the table.
Liam and Declan had told me the passcode for the phone, but I looked at Declan and down to the phone before I opened it. He looked serious as he nodded. On the screen I saw a short exchange of texts. The first was an outgoing message to ‘A.’
Judge assignment complete
And a response, no more than a minute later, I noticed.
What?
Assignment not authorized
Do not proceed
And a reply,
Assignment complete
Instructions from I
Repeat, assignment complete
Less than a minute later was a message:
We don’t believe you about I
Consequences will follow
Stand by
I looked back to Declan. His eyes flashed. However I read the exchange, it didn’t look good. And it seemed like Liam and Declan weren’t about to share the information with Irons. If I understood the texts at all correctly, I thought I could see why. He was the ‘I.’
It all seemed very serious. Declan and Liam didn’t appear to be too bothered about it, though. They slapped Irons on the back as he and Declan started up the shower and climbed in. Irons was about as close as I ever saw him to smiling.
As I stepped into the shower, I heard the phone vibrate on the table again. Liam picked it up. He cheered up noticeably as he joined us in the crowded splashes in the shower tray.
We all had fun soaping each other and the falling torrent of water lightened everybody’s mood it seemed. I played with Liam’s cock and Declan’s and with Irons’ and they all squeezed my breasts.
All six of their hands pressed and caressed me, on the pretense of helping me soap and wash. We were all pretty frisky and I think we all would have been up for a multi-limb, multi-body slippery cluster-fuck. But the shower stall was too small. One of us at least would have wound up with a cracked skull.
As we stepped out and rubbed each other with the two thick, fluffy towels, Liam said, “Well, there’s good news and bad news, friends.”
Irons’ said, “Oh?” and the familiar dark tone echoed in his voice.
Liam looked at him a moment before he said, mainly to Declan and to me, I thought, “We’ve got a new assignment. That’s the good news.”
Declan asked him cautiously, “What’s the bad news?”
“Arden wants it for half price. ‘Because of the circumstances,’ he says.”
As he said that, I was rubbing Irons’ big chest with the towel. Irons’ attention snapped onto Liam at the word ‘Arden.’
He watched Liam but he didn’t say anything.
As I toweled him I watched his face. I had felt a change in him when Liam said that, but I couldn’t read what it was he was thinking, any more than I was ever able to read Irons. Still, as I ran the towel over his stomach, I saw a reaction that was certainly hard, but not at all hard to read.
My hand wandered down and Irons ran his fingers through my hair. He gave me the strangest smile. I felt like it was a more open and straightforward connection that I even had with him before. And still, I had no idea what it meant. The pressure from his hand, though, the tightening grip of his fingers in the back of my hair, I had a pretty good idea what that meant. I licked my lips.
He looked in my eye and my knees trembled. “Would you suck me off, please?” It wasn’t a question. It was a command. Willingly but trembling, I sank to my knees.
“Where’s that scarf?” Declan asked her. “Did you bring it?”
“What is it with everybody all of a sudden?” I joked. I heard an anxious tightness in my voice. “Yes, I did.”
As I kneeled in front of Irons’ thick cock, I looked around and up at Liam. “It’s in my bag.”
Declan tenderly stroked my shoulders and sat beside me. “Give me a gasp while you get him off, will you? Choke me while I watch you suck him?”
Liam brought the scarf. Declan wrapped it around his neck and lay his head in my lap while I took Irons’ hot flesh along the length of my tongue and closed it in the wet warmth of my mouth. His huge thighs clenched as I licked the bottom and nibbled my way, wide mouthed with my lips sealing around him, all the way down to the base of it.
“Go on, suck him. Suck on his big cock.” Declan said dreamily. “Get it all the way down you.” With his encouragement, I pulled on the scarf. Irons’ hand pushed on the back of my head. He rocked his cock deeper with his hips.
“Get your lips to his balls there. Milk him, my little small-town slut.” Declan’s face reddened. Liam was behind Irons. “Would you like some cock yourself, Mr. Irons? If you’d just tip forward, I’ve a great swelling here that I’d love to have rip your pretty little ass apart.”
Irons moaned as Liam slipped him thumb loaded with gel. I felt him stiffen and lengthen as Liam worked his way in.
Irons grabbed my head with both hands. He rocked hard into me.
“Don’t you want a full asphyxiation, Declan?” He shoved his cock deep into my throat. “Aren’t you up to going the whole way? Don’t you at least feel up to a partial unconsciousness?”
“Ah, not right now, thanks. But I can happily pull the strap for you if you’d like. Or is it that you love to watch as much as you love to receive, Irons?”
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