Double Dirty Outlaws: A MFM Romance

by Alexa Anna

I gasp as he comes inside me. Is it possible, is he even thicker than Luke?

  It feels so different taking his cock like this, from behind. It’s hitting completely different parts of me, but the sensation is overwhelming, just as it was with Luke.

  I’m close to the edge of the table, and I wonder if Luke’s going to stand on the ground, so I can take his cock in my mouth and my hands. But he surprises me by getting onto the pool table, completely naked, his muscles huge and rippling, glistening with sweat.

  As Jake’s cock pumps into me, slowly at first, he grunts savagely. He grasps me around my waist and his hard muscles slam into my ass. I love the sensation of the skin on skin contact. He’s so powerful, his thrusts so powerful. I gasp with each one, my eyes closing involuntarily as the pleasure overwhelms me.

  Luke is over top of me in the pushup position, bracing himself with his arms. His cock is right at my face, approaching me.

  I take it with my left hand that’s free and stroke it. It approaches my mouth and I take it between my lips eagerly, tightening my lips around it.

  I love the sound of Luke groaning with pleasure as I take him in my mouth. He’s thrusting into me, but I also bob my head up and down along his shaft.

  The sensations are overwhelming me. The pleasure feels like it’s about to explode again.

  I’m vaguely aware that I’m making a hell of a lot of noise, groaning and moaning like crazy.

  My peripheral vision starts to do something strange, fading in and out. I’m overwhelmed by their bodies, their grunts, their intensity.

  It’s reaching a tipping point.

  Suddenly, it explodes through me.

  A huge cry escapes my lips, muffled by Luke’s massive cock. It all rushes through me.

  My vision’s blurry. I close my eyes.

  Jake doesn’t stop pounding into me as the orgasm blasts through me, up to my solar plexus, the best feeling I’ve ever felt enveloping me, coursing through every inch of my body.

  Jake’s thrusting into me so quickly. He’s about to burst. I don’t know how I know it.

  With a savage grunt, he gives me one last thrust, explodes into me, into the condom.

  He’s still, his cock completely buried in me, frozen, as deep as he can go.

  Luke’s got his cock partially out of my mouth now. Just the head is between my lips.

  His huge, strong fist is wrapped around his cock, and he’s moving it back and forth furiously, staring at me with great intensity, drinking in my body, my face.

  Luke grunts as his cock explodes. Some of his come blasts into my mouth and I instantly love the salty taste.

  But he aims his cock head higher as he keeps exploding. It lands on my face, and I love it. I don’t know if that’s right or wrong. But I don’t care. I just love it.

  I can’t believe how much comes out of him, and with so much force.

  Finally, it’s all over.

  The two of them rest their naked, muscled bodies on either side of me, Jake squeezing in as I scoot my body over towards the middle of the pool table.

  “Wow,” I say, finally feeling like I have the strength to speak again.

  “I knew you’d like it,” says Luke.

  “And we went easy on you,” says Jake. “Wait until next time.”

  “We’ll show you what we can really do,” says Luke.

  Next time? I’ve barely gotten over the idea that I just did this with two men, and they already know I want to have a “next time?” But they’re right. My body already craves them again.

  And they went easy on me?

  If that’s easy, I can’t even imagine what it’s going to be like next time, when they really show me what they can do.

  I gasp, actually gasping at the thought.

  This makes Jake and Luke burst into deep, rumbling laughter.

  “You’ll like it,” says Luke. “Don’t worry.”

  “That was… incredible,” I say.

  That only makes them laugh more.

  We spend another ten minutes just enjoying the feeling of post-sex skin on skin contact, the warm, pleasant, close feeling. It’s strange that I’ve never felt this with a single man, and now I’m feeling it with two. They’re so strong that I feel protected, safe, despite what’s been going on in the neighborhood. But all that was a distant memory, a remote thought, during sex—all that comes flooding back to me now that the sex is over and the afterglow of the orgasm is beginning to fade.

  The real world comes back, but I still don’t feel scared. A little overwhelmed, yes, but not scared. After all, I have Luke and Jake to take care of me, to protect me.

  9

  Jake

  Luke and I finally get a night of sleep after dropping Lexi off at her apartment.

  We wake up at the same time, an old habit from our military training, and both head into the kitchen at the same time.

  “Damn, she was incredible, am I right?”

  Luke takes a deep breath. “Tell me about it,” he says. “I think I was hard all night just thinking about her.”

  I laugh. “That’s nothing, man. I dreamt about her. Shit, I think I almost had a wet dream.”

  “All right,” says Luke, pouring us each a cup of coffee. “We still haven’t made any progress on the case. We’ve got to get to work today.”

  I shake my head. “No way, man,” I say. “I mean, come on, we’ve been busting our asses on this thing. It’s not going to help things if we just shuffle papers around all day or go sit in our cars, waiting for something to happen.”

  “What do you suggest then?” says Luke, his voice sounding cold. After all, he’s the more serious one of the two of us, and he likes doing work. Me, sure, I like to work. But I like to have a clear division between the action and my off time. And I don’t like sitting around waiting for things to happen.

  “I say we either go grab the guys now, or we take the day off. I don’t see the point in doing something in the middle and not accomplishing anything.”

  “Why don’t you ever want to do any work?” says Luke, giving me a glare. “We don’t even know where they are. How do you suggest we just go grab them?”

  I just laugh it off. “Come on, man,” I say. “Let’s not get upset about this. Let’s just drink our coffee and then we’ll come up with a plan, OK?”

  Luke nods and settles down to glare at all the data we’ve collected so far on the case, which honestly isn’t much.

  I just stand by the window and look out at the world, sipping my coffee and thinking about freedom, and what it’s like not to be in jail any more.

  For some reason, my mind goes back to my childhood for a moment. Just a brief moment, which is good, because it’s not something I like to think about very much.

  My dad was a drunk who couldn’t hold a job. For a while when I was a teenager, it seemed like I was headed down the same path. I didn’t know anything but partying and drinking. I was never a drunk, though. I could always hold my shit together but my future scared me. I didn’t know what to do, so I joined the military, where my “innate talent,” as they call it, was quickly recognized. I scored high on the IQ test, so high that a few very high ranking guys came to talk to me personally. They told me I could go far in the military. I chose instead to become a black ops agent. Instead of choosing a desk job, I chose to do the actual work, get out in the field, doing the dirty work. That’s where I met Luke, who was in a similar situation. The military gave us what we wouldn’t have otherwise—discipline, a work ethic, and the skills to start our own business as a cross between detectives and hired guns.

  Luke’s personality and mine do still clash sometimes. It can bug me how he’s always so serious and doesn’t lighten up easily.

  Of course, I suppose I get on his nerves too. But can you blame me for wanting to have some fun, after a year in the can? Jail isn’t a place for having fun.

  And now we’ve got this insanely hot woman who wants us, who wants to have fun with us, and we’re just going to go back
to work? I don’t see the sense in that, personally. At least a day off to spend with her. That’s not crazy, is it?

  Before we can finish our coffee, Rivers calls Luke’s cell phone.

  I watch him nodding and saying, “I understand. Yeah, we’re heading out right now.”

  He hangs up the phone and looks at me. “We’ve got our plans already made for us,” he says. “Lexi’s bar was hit last night.”

  “Last night? But…”

  “Yeah,” he says. “I know. We were there until 4 in the morning. They must have been watching the place and seen us leave.”

  “I guess it’s a good sign they didn’t just shoot us right then and there, or try to overpower us and steal Lexi away again.

  Luke nods stiffly. He’s already grabbing his gear to head out the door. He shoulders his backpack, which is full of all sorts of gear that we’ve used: pry bars, lock pick kits, another pistol, extra ammo, a couple knives, and military food rations in case things get really, really rough.

  “Hey,” I say. “Let’s look at the bright side. Maybe we can combine some business and some fun, eh?”

  I wink at Luke.

  Normally this kind of comment would drive him crazy, but normally we’re not going to be working with a woman like Lexi, one that we’re both absolutely crazy about. Luke can’t help but crack a smile.

  We head into the car, which is working a lot better, thanks to our repairs, and drive slowly on over to the bar where Lexi works.

  She’s not there yet, of course, but she’ll be around in the afternoon to start her shift.

  The owner of the bar is a real sleazebag type, a guy of indeterminable age with a huge beer belly and foul breath you can smell as you walk towards him. His name is Jim and he doesn’t seem to want to provide a last name. I get the sense he might have been on the wrong side of the law at one point. When you’re in this line of work, you develop a nose for this kind of thing. It doesn’t necessarily mean anything yet, but it might be useful or even necessary to know in the future. I make a mental note to check him out.

  “So they came in and took everything,” says Jim.

  “What exactly?” I say. “Money, valuables? Do you have a safe?”

  Jim grunts an affirmative and points to a spot on the floor where apparently a safe used to be.

  “That wasn’t some little one, either,” he says. “A real big safe. Don’t know how they got it out of here.”

  “Hand truck,” says Luke. “Couple guys. Maybe a winch.”

  “A winch?”

  “Let’s move past it,” says Luke. “Anything else taken? Anything unusual?”

  I give Luke a glance, trying to read his expression, but he’s got his poker face on. But I know him too well. I know what he’s thinking even if his face isn’t showing it. He’s wondering the same thing I’m wondering, and that’s whether we’re going to have to explain to this guy Jim that we were in his bar last night fucking his bartender until at least 4 in the morning, and that the guys couldn’t possibly have come in earlier than that.

  Jim is talking but I’m not listening.

  I make a snap decision. It’s not really my style not to be frank with people if I can help it. I just hope it doesn’t make Lexi lose her job. I’ll try to play it cool.

  “Look, Jim,” I say. “I should tell you that we have some information about the case already. At least concerning the time frame.”

  “What? How? If you were here and you saw them, why didn’t you stop them?” Jim’s face is twisted up into a snarl.

  Luke gives me a warning glare. I know what he’s thinking. He wouldn’t tell Jim.

  But fuck it.

  Fuck what this guy Jim thinks of us.

  “We were here with one of your bartenders,” I say.

  Jim raises his eyebrows.

  “After she closed down,” I say.

  I explain a bit of the story, how we happened to meet her. I tell him everything except that we were fucking her on the bar and on the pool table.

  “Like I said,” I say, wrapping up the story. “We wanted to make sure she was OK, given what happened. So we were here with her until she closed up and then we made sure she was OK when she was leaving. I’d think you’d be happy to know that she got home safe.”

  “But you say you left after 4? It doesn’t take that long to close up the bar.”

  “Er,” I say. “Yeah, about that. I guess it took a little longer because we were… um… chatting quite a bit.”

  “Would your chatting have anything to do with this?” says Jim, holding up a bra and a pair of boxer shorts.

  I can’t help it. I start laughing.

  Luke gives me a stern look.

  “Looks like you were having quite the chat,” he says.

  “You left without your shorts?” says Luke.

  I shrug. “I guess I got distracted,” I say. “But I’m surprised she left her bra.”

  “Look, fellas,” says Jim, giving us a glare. “Honestly I don’t give two shits what you were doing with my bartender. That’s your business and hers. I just care about my bar. The three of you can…”

  “Who said anything about the three of us?” says Luke.

  I know he’s trying to play it off like it was just me. He doesn’t care about his own reputation, but he’s worried about Lexi’s. I can tell.

  “You said the three of you were here,” says Jim. “Frankly, I’ve been involved in much weirder things myself.”

  I laugh. I can believe it by looking at him, that’s for sure.

  The door to the street opens. Someone’s unlocking it.

  She comes in. Lexi, looking sexier than ever, another tight t-shirt. She’s wearing a different bra, making her breasts look different, sexier, even better.

  “Hi,” she says, coming over to us.

  Jim just grunts at her.

  “I was just telling your friends about what happened last night,” he says.

  Lexi gives us both kisses on the cheek.

  I grin as she kisses me, and I grab her ass from behind so that Jim can’t see it.

  She giggles, but she looks a little worried about what her boss knows about what happened.

  Jim explains to her what happened, and mentions briefly that he knows the three of us were together last night, but he doesn’t care.

  “Just don’t tell anyone, OK?” says Lexi, blushing a scarlet red that makes her look impossibly cute and innocent. But she’s not so innocent any more. Luke and I took care of that last night, that’s for sure.

  “Well, boys,” says Jim, getting up. “I’m going to turn the bar over to the talented Lexi.”

  He gives me a wink when he says this, and I notice he’s eyeing Lexi’s ass as she bends over to pick up something off the floor. That gives me the creeps. I can appreciate a woman as much as the next guy, but I don’t like that kind of attitude. It creeps me out, and grosses me out.

  Jim gets up, heaving his big belly out the door, probably off to who knows what sordid business.

  I suddenly realize we didn’t really get anywhere with the missing safe, not that there’s much we can do about it.

  “Was he mad?” says Lexi.

  “More about the safe,” says Luke. “I didn’t think we should tell him…”

  “I didn’t see how we could avoid telling him we were at least here. He wouldn’t have known except that some of us left some of our undergarments.”

  “Oh no!” says Lexi, as I hand her the bra from last night.

  “Don’t worry,” I say. “There are going to be plenty of opportunities to lose your bra again. We’re going to see to that.”

  The door swings open, and the first customer comes in.

  “Why don’t we see you tonight?” says Luke. “We’ve got to hit the streets and see if we can drum up any information.”

  Lexi kisses us both on the cheek again, before heading behind the bar to serve the beer for the day’s first customer.

  I’m surprised that no one else is here d
uring the daytime. It seems like a crummy enough bar that it would have a fair number of regular day drinkers.

  “That was anticlimactic,” I say, as we exit the bar.

  “What were you expecting?” says Luke. “You wanted to fuck her again, right there with all the customers.”

  “It was just one customer,” I say. “And no, I figure we can wait until tonight. I notice you were quick to set up another date, big guy.”

  “What do you expect?” says Luke, crossly. “I can’t get her off my mind.”

  I sigh. “Me neither,” I say, as we walk down the busted up concrete sidewalk with weeds poking up through every crack. It’s going to be a long day of talking to local shop keepers and the random guys that hang out on the street corners during the day. The neighborhood is so different at night that you might not even think it’s the same place.

  Lexi

  The rest of the shift goes by terribly slowly. I’m just going through the motions. The entire time I can’t get my mind off the two of them and what it was like that night. Now that I’ve gotten a taste (a pretty huge taste, to put it literally) I don’t want to think about anything else. I just can’t think about anything else.

  “You’re hot, you know that?” says a creepy guy with a weird hair cut as he pays for his beer. “Why don’t we go into the bathroom and screw?”

  “Get lost,” I say, using my practiced snarl that I’ve developed.

  Somehow, the way Luke and Jake came onto me was so much more… manly. They were so much more sure of themselves, and they weren’t gross like this guy.

  I find myself glancing at my phone when I have a couple minutes to myself, looking to see if there’s some word from them. But nothing yet.

  I hope they’re not hurt. After all, I have no idea what’s going on with this neighborhood. I find myself wanting to know more about them, about their past, and how they ended up in this kind of business. They’re much more… intelligent, I guess, than what I would have expected from guys in their line of work, whatever it is that is.

  They seem like a cross between bodyguards, outlaws, and hired guns. Maybe a bit of that military vibe thrown in there too. I never pictured myself falling for a guy like them, let alone two of them, but now that I have, I can’t imagine being with any other sort of guy. No one else possesses their calm strength, their easy and natural masculinity.