Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

  I nod my head and glance into the living room where she’s curled up on the couch.

  “It’s going to be incredible getting inside her,” says Jake. “The two of us together inside her, damn…”

  “Let’s take a ten minute break,” I say, consulting my watch. “And then back to work.”

  I hand Jake the coffee I’ve poured, and I pour one for myself, black, of course, and strong.

  Jake heads into his room and closes the door gently. No doubt he’s dropped his pants the minute he’s entered the room.

  I head into my own room, taking one final glance at her, trying to memorize every inch of her gorgeous, perfect body.

  My cock is raging hard at the thought of her. My fly comes down. My buckle is undone, my thick belt clanking to the side. My cock springs out, ready. My hand wraps around it and I sigh with pleasure, knowing that the pressure inside is about to be released.

  I imagine her mouth against mine, and now I imagine it against my cock, licking it delicately, and now taking the entire thing into her mouth. I imagine she tightens her lips around it and sinks her head down along my shaft.

  I explode after only a few minutes. That’s how hot she is.

  “Damn,” I mutter to myself, cleaning myself up, my breathing heavy and ragged.

  That was good… but I know I’ll never be satisfied until I’m deep inside her, preferably with Jake in her mouth, or stroking himself nearby. Provided, of course, she’s into that sort of thing. But I know she is. I know she’ll be into the both of us. She may not know it yet, but she’s about to discover a world of sexual pleasure she never thought could possibly exist… with the two of us.

  Lexi

  I wake up and I don’t know where I am for a second.

  Then the whole night comes flashing back to me… the masked men who stole me away and shoved me into their car.

  Then waking up in this strange apartment, with these two towering muscular men. I was terrified at first. I thought they had kidnapped me. But they were so gentle in the way they spoke to me and the way they acted, and they pointed out that I wasn’t detained in any way. They even offered to drive me home…

  And then…

  I guess I fell asleep.

  How embarrassing. I uncurl myself from the couch and look around. The apartment is kind of run down, but then again, it’s not unlike my own. But one thing jumps out at me: it’s certainly sparsely furnished. There’s no TV, and there’s hardly anything at all in this room except this couch that I apparently fell asleep on.

  Some light is coming in from outside, and judging by the quality of it, it must be around midday or so.

  My stomach rumbles with hunger.

  The images from the night before keep flashing before my eyes.

  The one thing that jumps out above everything else, above all the fear and the terror, is how… turned on I was by these two men who rescued me.

  They’re both completely ripped and intensely muscular. They’re both tall, big, and solid. Their faces are unbelievably hot, like they should be magazine models, rather than… well, whatever it is that they are. I suppose they might be undercover cops or something like that.

  “Looks like someone’s waking up,” says one of them, opening a door and coming into the living room where I am. As he does so, he looks down and notices that his belt isn’t buckled up. He buckles it up slowly as he walks towards me.

  So many nasty, dirty thoughts rush through my head. I can’t help glancing at his crotch. Well, first a glance and then something like a stare.

  Again, he catches me. And again, I blush.

  I can’t help imagining how big his cock must be, how big and hard, and what it would feel like inside me. Unlike the guys I normally meet at the bar, the guys who constantly hit on me, these are real men, seriously strong and virile men. I can tell just by their presence.

  The other one comes into the room, and gives me a grin.

  “You know,” says the first one. “We never properly introduced ourselves. I’m Jake, and this is…”

  “Luke,” says Luke, in his deep, sexy voice, extending a hand.

  I shake it, and my hand feels small and petite, dainty even in his big, strong, rough hand.

  “I’m Lexi,” I finally remember to say. “Anyway, thanks so much for saving me and everything and… well, I’m honestly embarrassed that I fell asleep here and everything.”

  “Don’t think anything of it,” says Jake. They’re both standing right in front of me. They’re very tall, and with the couch’s height, on which I’m crouched now, with my legs folded under me, my head is right at the height of their crotches. I can just imagine that their cocks are getting hard, hard for me, the girl who’s never been with anyone before.

  “Yeah,” says Luke. “It’s totally OK. Don’t feel embarrassed at all. You went through a lot, for anyone. I mean, to be kidnapped.”

  “But you guys must have been so brave to save me…” I say, my voice sounding small and shy to me.

  I can’t keep my gaze away from their crotches, where my imagination starts to run completely wild.

  “Do you want some breakfast?” says Luke, his voice deep and powerful.

  “Yeah,” says Jake. “We could cook you up some eggs.”

  “Oh,” I say. “I don’t want to be a bother, or any trouble at all. I really should be going. I know you two must have a lot of work to do.”

  But I don’t make a move to even get up from the couch. My body wants to stay, right here with these two men. I can tell I’m getting turned on. My body is starting to respond, and I think my nipples are getting hard.

  I may not be as in tune with my body as some more sexually active women, but I know what I’m feeling right now.

  My breathing is getting faster and somewhat shallow. I wonder if my face is red, if I’m blushing?

  “It’s no trouble,” says Luke. “Really. But if you need to go, then… well, we’re not going to keep you hostage or anything. Not like those other guys.”

  I laugh, and Jake and Luke both laugh.

  “You mind if I sit down?” says Luke, squeezing his big, muscular body next to me on the couch. I scoot over a little so that I’m not pressed up right against him. But I want nothing more right now than to be pressed up against his body. I want him to be on top of me, and maybe even inside me. I’ve never felt such a strong desire for a man before… and certainly I’ve never felt it for two men.

  “You mind?” says Jake, sitting down on the other side of me.

  There’s nowhere left to scoot. Their big, muscular bodies are pressed against me on either side, but there’s nothing menacing about them sitting here. There’s nothing menacing about them at all, and I find that I trust them implicitly. Perhaps a little too much.

  “I really better get going,” I say again, without much conviction. The fact is I’m sitting here and I like it, being squeezed between them. I’m still not making any move to get out.

  “You must have been so brave to go through all that,” says Luke, leaning in closer to my face.

  I can see his eyes staring right into mine.

  At the same time, from the other side, Jake’s strong hands press gently onto my shoulders, and he starts massaging me ever so lightly.

  “Yeah,” says Jake. “You need to relax a little. Maybe a little enjoyment is what you need? You know, some real time for just you, for pleasure…”

  He emphases this last word in a way that makes it completely impossible to misinterpret him.

  They’re both coming onto me.

  I can’t believe men like these would be interested in me.

  But they’re both coming onto me, and they’re not competing over me like the guys at the bar try to do, even though I won’t pay them the time of day, except when they order drinks.

  Jake and Luke don’t sound the least bit like they’re going to fight over me or anything. What exactly do they have in mind? Are they thinking of sharing me?

  That would be my wil
dest fantasy come true. It would be simply too much for me. I can’t even really begin to wrap my head around the possibility of the two of them naked, with me between them. How would it even work? I imagine their two naked cocks, rock hard and huge, pressing into me.

  Jake’s eyes are so beautiful, so piercing and so strong. But I think I see something else in them, some pain that hasn’t been resolved. He’s hurting, I know that, but I don’t know from what.

  I turn away from his eyes. His gaze is too intense for me. His desire is so readable that I can’t deal with it.

  I turn to Luke, and he’s now gazing into my eyes. His eyes are a different color, a dark brown, whereas Jake’s are a bright yet masculine blue, a deep blue like the ocean on a beautiful yet cloudy day. I see the same thing in Luke’s eyes—unbridled passion, intense desire, and a world of hurt that he hasn’t yet overcome.

  Could I be the one to help them?

  But who am I?

  I’m just a young little inexperienced bartender. I don’t know anything about men, really, except what I’ve learned at the bar.

  “I…” I start to say, but nothing comes out of my mouth.

  “We don’t want to pressure you,” says Luke, continuing to stare into my eyes.

  Now Jake’s hands are on my shoulders from behind, since I’m turned towards Luke. His strong hands pulse against my muscles and the massage makes me gasp involuntarily with desire. I can feel my body reacting, responding like it’s never done before.

  “You don’t want to pressure me now?” I say, finally gaining back my voice, a hint of seductiveness, and flirtation entering my voice automatically.

  “Well,” says Jake, from behind me. “Like we said, it seems like you could use some special time. We can help you with that. And don’t be afraid. We really know what we’re doing. Don’t worry. We’ll make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”

  “What do you mean?” I say, trying to keep my thoughts innocent, but they’re running all over the place. There’s really no way I can misinterpret what they’re saying.

  “Well,” says Luke. “Let’s just say that we know what we’re doing. And we find that women really enjoy the experience with the both of us more than with just one of us…”

  “But,” I say. “What if I’ve never even been with anyone before?”

  They’re silent for a moment. Then I see a huge grin growing on Luke’s face. His eyes are smiling at me, but still filled with lust.

  “Really?” he says.

  I nod my head shyly. “It’s true,” I say.

  “How old are you?”

  “Nineteen,” I say.

  Luke lets out a low whistle.

  “We’ll take it slow with you,” says Jake.

  “Real slow,” says Luke. “We’ll go easy on you. You’ll like it, trust me.”

  Luke leans, and before I know what’s happening, he’s kissing me. His lips feel perfect on mine, and now I’m kissing him back without even thinking about it.

  Jake’s hands are on my back, massaging me, moving down my back.

  Luke and I are making out hard, and now Jake takes my head gently in his hands and turns me away from Luke. Jake’s mouth connects with mine, and his hands start to touch my stomach, moving slowly up towards my breasts.

  His strong hands cup my breasts, softly, ever so softly. It’s amazing that such a strong, masculine man can be so gentle—that both of them can be so gentle.

  “I’m sorry,” I say suddenly, pulling away from Jake’s kiss, from his sexy hands. (I never thought hands were sexy until I met these two, but it’s impossible not to imagine what they could do with them to me.)

  I stand up, removing myself from between them.

  “I’m sorry,” I say, again. “But this is just too much. I have to go.”

  “It’s OK,” they say together, softly. “We don’t want to push you.”

  “Do you want me to call you a cab?” says Jake. “Or you want some breakfast?”

  ‘No, I just… I don’t know,” I say, looking around for my purse, which I guess was lost during the incident. Apparently the kidnappers have it, so I’ll have to cancel my credit cards. Unrelated thoughts like these flood my brain, as I frantically rush to the door, open it, and disappear into the beat up hallway.

  Outside, in the cool air and the strong sunlight, I start to calm down.

  What in the world made me rush off like that? They weren’t pressuring me in anyway. No, in fact they were really the perfect gentlemen, acting extremely accommodating, beyond nice really.

  And why did I leave? That was playing out exactly like my deepest, darkest fantasy? I’ve always secretly wanted to lose my virginity to not one man but two… But it was so secret I didn’t even dare reveal it even to myself, at least not fully. But I can’t count the number of times I’ve masturbated, sliding my hand down my underwear, late at night, thinking about not just one thick, hard cock, but two, penetrating me in ways and pleasuring me in ways I can’t even yet imagine.

  I’m tired, but I start walking home. No one’s going to bother me in this daylight. For the moment, I’m safe from the kidnappers, the gangsters who have been terrorizing my bar’s neighborhood for months now.

  And I don’t think it’s over yet with Luke and Jake. I have a strong feeling that I’m going to see them again soon. My body might just pull me towards them, my desire acting like an impossibly strong magnet, pulling the three of us together.

  Jake

  “Damnit, dude, you ruined it,” says Luke.

  “I did? What the hell are you talking about?” I say.

  The only time we’ve actually gotten into a fight is when we lost this one hot chick in a bar one night, when we hadn’t gotten laid in over two weeks, which for us is an eternity.

  And now tensions are higher. After all, we did get laid after we got out of prison. I mean, how could we not?

  But still, a year was a long, long time for us. With nothing, not a single fuck in all that time. And having to fight for our lives day in and day out, well, it’s just bottled up our lust even more. We’re both practically ready to explode, and who better than to explode our desire into than this nineteen-year-old innocent virgin bartender, the sweetest and sexiest woman either of us has ever laid our eyes on?

  “OK,” says Luke, taking a deep breath. “It’s not my fault and it’s not yours. She just ran off. We didn’t do anything wrong.”

  “We were coming on easy,” I say. “Not too strong at all.”

  “She’s probably just scared because she’s never done anything with anyone before,” I say. “And now these two hulking men suddenly want her. It was just too much for her to process in the moment.”

  “She’ll come around, though,” I say. “I know she will. Her body will tell her what she needs. I saw it in her eyes. She wants us like nothing else.”

  “Of course she wants us,” says Luke.

  I’m still rock hard, even though she’s out of the building, gone, headed back home probably to sleep some more. Well, she’s probably off to masturbate herself silly thinking about us and what we’d do to her.

  “Damn it,” says Luke. “I’m rock hard. Fucking ready to burst already.”

  “Go jack off and let’s get to work,” I say. “We’re not sleeping today, that’s for sure.”

  I head into the bathroom and close the door behind me. Luke doesn’t even bother to go into his bedroom. I can hear his breathing quicken through the door, from where he is in the living room. I hear the sound of his belt buckle coming undone and the unmistakable sound of his hand gripping his cock and thrusting his hand down on it, moving it back and forth.

  I look down at my own cock, which is almost impossibly swollen, the head at least half again its normal size. My fingers grip around it as I think about Lexi and her body. I think about the way she felt with my lips against hers, but most of all I think about her desire for me, for us. I think about the desire I saw for sure in her eyes, unmistakably there, unmistakably stron
g and powerful. We’re going to have her. It’s only a matter of time.

  My cock explodes, my come shooting out onto the mirror in front of me.

  This is going to be a tough one to wipe off.

  Through the door, I hear Luke grunting as he comes.

  I shake my head. The two of us better sink our cocks into Lexi soon, or we’re going to go crazy with lust. We’re not going to be able to work effectively.

  I give Luke another minute of privacy while I clean up, before I open the door and head back into the living room.

  Luke is stretched out on the couch with his belt unbuckled.

  “Damn it,” I say. “At least dress yourself afterwards.”

  Luke shrugs.

  I head into the kitchen and pour another two cups of coffee.

  Luke joins me and I hand him another cup of strong black coffee. I take a sip of my own, and let the warmth and energy start to wake me up more. I need to be ready. Anything could happen today or tonight. We’re not going to be sleeping a lot. We need to get our heads back into the job, back to work.

  “We need to tell Rivers what happened,” says Luke.

  I nod my head. “This is going to be better in person.”

  I take out my phone and tap away at the keys, spelling out a message to Rivers, the leader of the businesses in the neighborhood (called The Downs by pretty much everyone) where Lexi was kidnapped. Rivers owns an industrial dry cleaner operation in the neighborhood, and he’s been our main contact. He’s also the one who handles our payment, so it’s crucial we keep him up to date.

  “Meet me at the laundry,” reads his text message, the phone beeping and vibrating at me.

  “Let’s roll,” I say.

  Luke and I head outside, squinting in the bright sunlight.

  “Could have been worse,” says Luke, looking at the now severely-battered old cop car that’s our main ride.

  I kick the tire, frowning as I examine the rest of the car with my eyes.

  “It might work,” says Luke.

  “It did get us back here,” I say.

  “Damnit,” says Luke. “Even after busting a nut just now, I can’t get her off my mind.”