by Nora Flite
“Chances are, after us...” Kite winked. “You won't. Not ever again. We're one of a kind.” His lips closed in, dancing across my mouth.
Hands pulled at me, Jacob was adjusting my position. The fat, warm head of his cock traced the outside of my cunt. I didn't even see it, I couldn't break away from Kite. Moaning around the tongue of one man, I whimpered as another spread me with his dick.
This was happening. This was really fucking happening.
My hair stood on end, my chest straining to contain my lungs. Jacob wedged his length into me, my walls straining over him and his languid, single stroke. He hadn't even gotten all the way inside of me before the tingles of my long awaited orgasm began to rise. I needed to come, I'd been brought close to release so many times tonight.
Kite reached across, tugging gently at my nipples. His kiss was a riptide, I couldn't escape, the pull dragging me down. Unable to handle the waves of heat, my mind dividing between the attention of them both, I shut my eyes. I wanted to see them, to witness this, but it would have been easier to stare into the fucking sun.
Gripping my hips, Jacob hissed as he sank into me completely. He started withdrawing, my pussy hugging, scrambling to keep him inside. Reaching out, I grabbed for him, but Kite snatched my wrists and held me. “I have a better use for your hands,” he whispered.
A groan crawled up my throat, vanishing away. I opened my eyes, found Kite had slipped his boxers down. His cock arched proudly into the air, the tip glistening. The scent of it—of him—made me heady. Kite stared me in the eye, curling my fingers around his base. His swollen shaft was hot to the touch.
I knew what he wanted from me. I hoped I could manage it while Jacob pushed me closer to coming. Kite grunted, gripping my scalp. My tongue rolled up him, tasting his salt and sin. There was a tingling in my lips that matched the lightning in my cunt.
“Fuck,” Kite laughed, pulling me closer. He hit the back of my throat, my nose tickling in his curls of hair. “That's something else.” I felt his heartbeat through his cock, felt it speeding up with each movement I made.
My attempt at using my tongue, to be some example of expert cock-sucking, failed when Jacob hooked his arms under my knees. “God, I just want more of you, Marina. More and more and... dammit.”
I couldn't turn enough to watch the show, but I wished I had. I wanted to see the face of this calm, calculating man when he finally lost control. Jacob's leash had snapped. The thing that made him hold back fled, leaving behind an animal that wanted to do nothing more than stuff me with his raging hard-on.
Huffing so intensely that it moved my thick strands of hair, he bent close, voice a hot threat in my ear. “I can feel how close you are. When you come, I'm going to be buried to the hilt. I'm going to relish how you scream and thrash on my cock. How does that sound?”
I couldn't speak, not with Kite in my mouth. It was a relief, I was terrified of what awful thing I'd babble. I didn't like him asking me questions, the answers were too fluid, to shocking.
My pussy rippled, a stab of pleasure that spoke volumes. “God, you do love it. That's good, Marina... I want you to love it,” Jacob chuckled, teeth nipping my ear. “Because I love it, too. I don't want to stop. I think... once I feel you come... I won't be able to let you go.”
The ringing in my skull left me stunned.
Jacob slammed into me faster. The sound of it echoed, the motion making me rock around so that Kite's fingers in my hair were all that held me on him. The cock in my throat flexed; Kite was close to finishing, but I was quicker.
The first claws of the orgasm that had been held back for too long, they slid through me and ate up my sanity. I saw nothing, and all I could feel was the burst of pleasure—it teetered close to pain.
I'd never come so hard, it was... violent. Were my eyes open, or shut? I just saw color, flashes that told me nothing. My brain was struggling to handle the rush of sensation. Every cell in me vibrated.
Around the thick shaft in my mouth, I moaned and sobbed. Kite broke past my gag reflex, ripping into my scalp so hard as he came that he made my skull ache. Warm seed filled my belly. He tasted like nothing I'd ever experienced. Could 'shameless' have a flavor?
As the flutters of orgasm became aftershocks, and Jacob kept stroking into my slippery thighs, I realized he wasn't done. I'd sworn he'd been close, that he'd been losing control. But now, as Kite pulled away and wiped himself off, mumbling something to himself, Jacob was... refreshed.
He looked down at me, allowing me to gaze into the tender blue eyes that hid every terrible thing he'd ever done and had yet to do. “Did you think I was finished? I told you,” he said, reading me like a book, “I felt you come, and now I need more of that. More of you, Marina. And by the color of your cheeks and the way your cute pussy is twitching, you want more of this, too.”
Something in my stare... it gave me away. He spotted it, because Jacob was a master at observation. He'd told me I was perceptive, too. And somehow, over the brain melting sensations, I was. I recognized the new look on his face. His mind was working in quick leaps.
It was the moment that we understood the dynamics were permanently changed. This part of me they'd exposed, it was one I never knew I had. My own hidden facet.
“She's insatiable,” Kite said, pumping himself in his fist. Like he was one to talk.
“More than that,” Jacob said carefully. Studying me, how my breasts heaved with my sharp intakes of oxygen, the hitman slowed his strokes. My flinch was humiliating, though his smirk just turned my fire up even higher. Fuck, he was sexy. “I think we've revealed a side of our dear Marina that can't go back in the box. This might be dangerous.”
Dangerous. He'd said dangerous? I should have said something, but it was like they were waiting for me to speak. There was danger in this room, but it was from them, not me. I had the sinking feeling that I'd gone and given them something powerful. A secret weapon to use against me.
This man—both of them—they were breaking me down. How had it come to this?
Kite and Jacob shared a look. “Another time,” Jacob stated, and the other man nodded. I had no clue what the hell they had just decided on. All I knew was the pit of fear in my belly had become a tangle of thorns.
They had something planned for me—something different than my suspicion about them killing me. Why couldn't Kite have just lied to me that time in my kitchen? I should have pushed harder, made him say he wouldn't ever kill me. His inability to do so was a cold slap of reality.
Jacob lifted me, putting my heels on his shoulders. I was shoved deep into the couch, sinking physically and mentally as he began pumping his thickness back into my desperate cunt. God, I did want more—needed more.
Again and again, the dark-haired man slid inside. He had me bent double, his lips on my neck, nostrils flaring as he inhaled me. “Again,” he growled, crushing his hands on my forearms. “Come for me again. I want to feel you trembling for me.”
This man who could easily murder me, he chose to ruin me in another way. Jacob left me in pieces, demanding another orgasm—and my body obeyed. The hot, squeezing ripples took hold. My thighs shook, the climax coming so fast I couldn't prepare. Squealing, my pussy thrummed on him, his cock expanding with his lust.
“Good,” he said softly. Behind his tongue, I heard him straining. His length throbbed in me, warning us both that he was close to coming. He stopped abruptly, shocking me and eliciting an erotic whine. My face was crimson, but I had slipped down the road of not giving a shit.
Kite dropped something, Jacob catching it before it landed. The foil wrapper shimmered. “Don't do anything risky,” he said firmly.
“Thanks,” Jacob chuckled, pulling out of me just long enough to slide the condom into place. My emptiness—a yawning ache—was brief. Kissing me roughly, he buried himself back inside with new vigor. His fingers slid down, massaging my ass, digging into the soft flesh. “God, every part of you is built for this,” he hissed through his teeth.
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bsp; My lashes fluttered, I held onto his shoulders and luxuriated in the feel of his muscles. Everything about these two, it drove me mad. They kept telling me I was perfect and beautiful, but they were the epitome of physical perfection. Any girl would go nuts for them, if given the chance. I'd seen the panties in Kite's room—seen him drunk and with different women when I'd been tracking him.
Was Jacob the same?
If I had to guess by how good, how fucking experienced he seemed, then yes. He'd no doubt slept with hordes of women.
And I didn't care.
In the right now, they were sharing me. These two hitmen, for better or for worse, were giving me all they had.
How could I even pretend to be jealous?
“You're hogging her,” Kite grumbled. I barely heard him—Jacob was breathing in my ear.
He grunted, like he wasn't listening. Jacob spoke to me, though, quiet and smokey. “Hear that? Kite wants more of you. Will you be able to handle it, after I'm through?”
For the first time in... forever, I found my voice. “Yes. Fuck, yes, I can take it.” It was a bold claim, but I was on the tipping point of coming again and felt like I could handle anything. If it got me more flashes of color and delight, I was game.
That had settled it. Jacob bit my shoulder—the one Kite hadn't, the other day—and pumped his cock rapidly. He pushed deep, stirring me up and calling to my orgasm like he and it were old friends. He'd figured my body out so fast. It hadn't been a challenge. “You're going to come for me one more time,” he said with a smirk. “Understand?”
My answer was a raspy moan, hips arching into him as I lost it. This one was softer than the others, my body saying it was losing strength. I felt the foggy smear of a blackout coming, and barely clung on.
Jacob growled, his body shaking as he hugged me into his firm chest. He trapped me there, his shaft flexing and pulsating in my cunt. He'd finally finished, his creamy essence halted by the condom. I felt a brief flicker of disappointment, an irrational desire to feel his warm come.
Sliding out, he backed away and looked down on me. I was slick from head to cunt, sweat and juice. Panting, I saw him replaced by Kite. Those tattooed knuckles guided the new, latex covered erection to my lower lips. “Hi,” he said, winking. “Long time no see.”
He flipped me over, an easy motion that left me dizzy. Pulling my knees to the floor, he put a hand on my lower back so my breasts spilled over the couch cushion. Glancing back, I had a wonderful view of him spreading me, aiming the tip of his cock inside.
I was soaked, he entered without any friction. All the tension was in my throat. My moan was gritty, nails digging into the couch. I should have been numb by now. My body was extremely awake, my atoms dancing and shouting. He kissed the back of my neck, turned me so he could steal my tongue. Kite's teeth tugged my lower lip, hands solid as bear traps.
His body moved, an engine that pushed into me, vigorous and with a consistent rhythm. He wasn't like Jacob, he was more wild—spontaneous. The switch up was amazing, it turned other parts of my mind on.
Kite fucked like a man who would never get to again. I heard the steam in his voice. He was gorging on me, in his own way. A man who couldn't get enough.
Everything Kite did, he did it in excess.
That included me.
He burned hot, scraping the ridge of his head along the roof of my cunt. Coiling up my hair, he forced me to bend my spine. It made my walls clamp harder, but it also made me look up. Jacob stood on the other side of the couch.
He'd put on his briefs, though they did little to hide is magnificent cock. At some point, he'd poured himself a drink. Now, sipping it, he watched me over the rim like I was a new toy he had big dreams for.
Behind me, Kite bit off a snarl. “Fuck, you're so tight.” Grinding into me harder, he clutched a plump ass cheek—then smacked it. The sound was a whip-crack, my clit throbbed.
The small gasp escaped me. It pushed Kite over the edge, his hold on me so severe my neck ached. But fuck, it excited me. Every tiny thing he did to me was glorious. Yes, these two men were different... but they held one similarity.
Both of them could make me come like a freight train.
Sobbing, too over-worked and sensitive, I endured the orgasm that ripped through me. It shredded my strength, left me slumping when Kite let go of my hair. His cock was in throes, his harsh groans unrestrained. Kite wasn't embarrassed to show his passion, he loved getting off and swelled at getting me off.
Shivering, I laid there in a heap. He trailed fingers over the dip in my back. The wetness from my sweat made the trip slick. They'd put me through the ringer, I'd never been more satisfied or more exhausted.
Fuck, I was going to be sore tomorrow.
Kite stepped back, my pussy giving a pathetic twitch to keep him inside. His shadow fell over me, soft feet carrying him away. I thought he was leaving, the footsteps went on forever. A soft thumping that danced in my ears, then my skull, and then deep in my heart.
I didn't know I was falling asleep until it was too late.
- Chapter Ten -
Kite
The apartment was warm, stuffy. I hadn't had much to drink, but my head was clogged so similar to a hangover I had to sit up slowly. Where the fuck am I? It wasn't my own bed, and that made no sense.
Turning, I looked over the quiet, clean room, and recognized Jacob's place. It was still dark out, the windows showing a hint of blue. The clock on his microwave blinked at me. It's seven in the morning, what woke me up?
Moving, the blanket tumbled off of me. I saw the matching one on the opposite couch. On the arm there, my pants and jacket—Jacob's stuff—were folded neatly. Then I remembered everything.
That was where we'd bent Marina and tasted her sweet cries. Felt every curve of her body, left fingerprints on her soul. God, my cock was getting hard at the memory. Shifting myself in my boxers, I stood up.
I was feeling better, more clear headed. Yes, it hadn't been alcohol I'd been drunk on. I didn't need to purge this poison out of me.
Lifting the blanket on the other couch, I looked around curiously. Marina slept here. We were all so beat, Jacob just threw blankets on us when we passed out. I figured he was in his bed, sleeping. A sudden prick of distress made me worry she was in there with him.
Her clothes were no where. Not even her shoes. Rubbing my neck, I made a leap of logic. If her heels were missing, she must have left the apartment. Where had she gone?
I dressed quietly, promising myself I'd wash the outfit Jacob had let me borrow and return it. I was bad at giving things back. I was sure I had a few of his things lounging around in my closet somewhere, forgotten.
The hallway had that eerie vibe to it that you only got when everyone else in the world around you was sleeping. I felt alone, the last man alive. What a concept.
I didn't want to think about alive or dead, not right now.
When I reached my door, I turned the knob—found it unlocked. Marina had a key, I'd given it to her after we'd finished setting her belongings up in storage. Now the girl had keys to my place and Jacob's. She was unlocking more than our apartment doors, lately.
Cracking it, I found what I was searching for. Marina was facing away from me, sitting on the couch in front of the only light source she'd turned on—my television. The big flat-screen was flickering, the volume low. She was watching the news.
In her hands, she had a bowl of cereal. A mug was empty on the coffee table—I knew it had contained hot chocolate. How long had she been awake? She wasn't wearing that red dress anymore, she'd put on black stretch pants and a loose fitting white T-shirt.
In the glow of the TV, her tan skin was oddly blue.
She didn't hear me enter. I stood there, watching the back of her head, the way she would hold the spoon in her mouth for a long moment after each bite. The station she was watching was flashing through different things; the weather, current events, breaking coverage.
I was just closing the door when I
heard the man on the screen talking about something that prickled with unease. He was discussing a body.
“—was found on the lower east side in an alley. Police say the body had been there for some time, but it has yet to be identified. So far, they haven't said if the death is suspicious.”
My eyes fixed on the TV. Marina hadn't stopped eating. Her body language told me she didn't think this news was important. I had other ideas. The corpse was certainly Hecko's, the man Jacob had told me he'd learned Lars's name from. Frank's nephew. Fucking hell.
It was fine. The news said it wasn't suspicious... yet. If Jacob was as confident as he seemed, then Hecko would look like an accidental death. An alcoholic who had choked on his own vomit.
Still, seeing the news talking about him made me nervous. Stepping forward, I put my foot down firmly—enough to make the floor squeak intentionally. She jumped, twisting with the spoon held up as a weapon. Her eyes were wide—beautiful. I loved how big they got when she was overwhelmed. Especially if I was the cause.
“Oh, Kite,” she said. “You scared me. I didn't hear you come in.” Turning back to the TV, she stirred her cereal.
Smiling, I sat on the arm of the couch closest to her. My hand wandered to the remote. “I didn't want to surprise you, sorry. When did you wake up?”
Her shrug was light. “I think an hour ago.”
Now that I was closer, I could see the wet edges of her hair. She'd taken a shower and eaten, she'd been awake longer than an hour. I had a pretty good idea what had woken her up. It was the same thing that I'd stumbled on, her first night here. I'd heard it yanking her from sleep, making her whimper in the early hours, on a few other nights as well.
“The nightmares you have,” I said gently, seeing her stiffen. “What are they about?”
Marina pushed the wet clumps around in her bowl. “I guess it's stupid to try and ask what you're talking about.” Her lips pursed. It was a bitter look, I wanted to kiss it away. “Have I woken you up a lot, am I that loud?”
“No,” I lied. “Just once or twice.”
