by LeAnn Ashers
He grins, flashing his teeth. He bends down and kisses the tip of my nipple, before he sucks it deep inside his mouth, and I bite my hand so I don’t call out.
Trey rips my hand away from my mouth. “Don’t you dare hide that from us. We want to know exactly how we make you feel. Do you understand?” He gives me a hard look.
I smile, loving this side of him. “Yes, sir.”
His eyes flare with heat. I reach down and grab his dick through his underwear, and he sits back on his ass, allowing me to take off his pants.
I lick my lips at the sight of how large he is. He’s bigger than anyone I have ever seen before, and my pussy is begging to be filled, by the both of them.
“Do you want my cock, baby?” he asks in a sexy, husky voice. I nod. “Yes, I need it badly,” I moan when he gets off the side of the bed and tears off his boxers.
He crawls up, his hips right beside my face. “Open your mouth, sweet girl.”
There’s no way I would resist. I cry out right before Trey slides his dick into my mouth. Vinny is moving with a new-found passion, and I can’t help but move with every lick, kiss, bite and the movements of his fingers inside of me.
I reach around and grip his ass. He slides deeper and deeper, and then his eyes widen when he realizes I’ve been blessed with the absence of a gag reflex.
His hand grips my face, pulling all the way out. “Do you trust me?” he asks, looking me dead in the eye.
He takes a pillow and puts it behind my head. I know what he wants. “If I want you to stop, I’ll tap your leg.”
“If you’re uncomfortable at all, you let me know. Promise me,” he demands, bending down so his face is right in front of mine.
But I can’t speak because Vinny is curling his fingers inside of me. I throw my head back and tighten my legs around his face as I come hard.
Trey rubs my legs and Vinny licks my inner thighs before sitting up in bed. “I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” Vinny moans. “So tight and beautiful.” He circles my clit with his thumb.
Trey looks down at me. “You going to let him fuck your pussy as I fuck your face?”
“Yes, please,” I beg, and Vinny rolls a condom down his dick. He’s fucking huge too, but I try to relax and not stiffen up.
Trey takes Vinny’s dick in his hand. I clench hard at the sight of Vinny’s face as Trey pleasures him.
Trey kisses him, gripping him hard. “Fuck her,” Trey whispers after the kiss. He helps guide Vinny inside of me, and I bite my lip at the feeling of his head pushing against my entrance.
Trey rubs my clit, making it easier for Vinny to slide inside of me. “The sight of his cock sliding inside of you, fucking beautiful. I think she’s made for us. Don’t you think, Vinny?” Trey whispers in Vinny’s ear, but his eyes don’t leave mine.
Vinny slides all the way inside of me. I clench down on him hard and I shiver, loving the feeling of being completely filled up.
“As he fucks your beautiful pussy, I’m going to fuck your face.” He cups my jaw and my heart skips a beat at the craziness of what’s happening.
I nod, giving my permission to both of them. Vinny slides almost all the way out of me and then back in, causing my back to arch. Trey straddles my chest, on his knees above my face, gripping the headboard.
“Ready?”
I open my mouth and he slides all the way down my throat. I hear the headboard crack because he’s gripping so hard.
I relax as much as possible with what’s happening. Vinny pounds into me as Trey moves faster and faster with every thrust.
I try to concentrate on my breathing as much as I can. Vinny is doing wonderful things to my pussy. I’m so wet and so unbelievably turned on.
I grip Trey’s thighs, daring him to move faster, swirling my tongue on the other side of his dick.
“She’s close, Trey. She’s gripping me so hard,” Vinny moans. I tighten my legs against Vinny’s back, and then all of a sudden I see Vinny’s hands come into view and grip Trey’s ass, spreading, sliding a finger inside of him.
Trey cusses and shakes as he comes down my throat, then I come hard, milking Vinny’s cock. I hear him moan and shake against my thighs.
After Trey slowly slides out of my mouth, he bends down and kisses my forehead oh so sweetly, and it takes everything in me not to tear up because emotions are high right now.
Trey slides off of the bed and passes Vinny on the bed, who is taking off his condom. “Caught me off guard, fucker.” Trey winks, and I blush because I know what Vinny was doing.
Trey walks into the bathroom. I can hear the water running, but I’m jello and there is no way I’m moving right now.
Vinny lies down beside me, wrapping his arm around my stomach and kissing my shoulder. “He’s not wrong, you know. You are pretty perfect.”
Goose bumps scatter across my skin. I lean over and kiss him softly, my fingers drifting into his hair. It’s so soft, and I love how the sides are cut short.
Trey comes out of the bathroom carrying a washcloth. “Open your legs for me, baby,” he says sweetly.
I do as he asks, and he cleans me. My eyes burn with unshed tears once again, because that is the sweetest thing anyone has ever done for me.
Then he moves to Vinny’s side and cleans him, just as he did me.
Vinny hugs me tightly, running his fingers through my long hair, and I smile. This is not what I expected. I had a feeling sex was going to happen, but not the way that it did.
They blew my mind.
Trey tosses the washcloth in the bathroom and slides in on the other side of me, turning on the TV.
“Tomorrow we’re heading back to town. Me and Vinny will be back later tomorrow to get your ass and bring you home with us.”
I sit up, shocked. “What?” I ask breathlessly. Did he really just say to pack my shit and that I’m staying with them?
Trey grins cockily and Vinny just laughs loudly. “Don’t fight it, baby.” Vinny rubs my bare back down to my ass cheek. “One day I was a prospect in the MC, the next he had my shit packed and I was moved in.”
I weigh my options, but the thing is, I have Freddy to worry about. He is literally crazy, he tried to kidnap me, and that’s something serious. They should know before I accept or decline their offer.
“Hey, what’s with that look?” Vinny asks softly, running his fingers down my throat and the side of my face.
“The reason that I moved here, back home from Los Angeles, is because I had a stalker. It’s been happening for months, but before I left to come here, he tried to kidnap me and then when he couldn’t do that, he tried to kill me. As far as I know, the police still haven’t located him.”
I lay it all out for them. This is something completely serious and shouldn’t be hidden, because he’s dangerous.
Trey grinds his teeth with anger. “That means you will be safer with us, honey. We can protect you better than your mom and dad can. The MC will protect you.” He slides his fingers into my hair, gripping tight. “But I will kill for you, Vinny will kill for you.”
Oh wow. I snuggle up to the both of them and they both hold me close. “I’ve been so scared,” I admit. It’s true. It’s been so hard for me to sleep at night knowing that Freddy’s still roaming around free.
He could have hurt so many people. I know Jordan aka Techy has been tracking his phone and credit cards, but they haven’t been used since that day.
That’s what scares me.
“I wish I would have known. I would have fucking kidnapped you from Los Angeles in an instant,” Vinny voices.
I laugh in surprise. They don’t really know me and they’re acting like they care about me enough to be concerned about my safety.
I know enough to realize they make me feel safe. They went out of their way to keep me safe from those crazy people earlier. They hid me and were going to face a mob for me and on top of all of that, I just had amazing orgasms. So yes, I’m going to accept.
I smile. “I accept.�
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Lani
It’s hard for me to watch them leave the next morning. We find Techy in the lobby of the hotel, so we all ride back to my parents’ house after that.
Techy arched an eyebrow when he saw all three of us that morning. We all looked like we had been thoroughly fucked, but he couldn’t say shit considering Alisha was similarly hobbling.
Now they’ve left, but Trey and Vinny are coming for me later this evening, and that means I’m going to have to tell my parents about it.
Dad is in front of the TV and Mom is cleaning the kitchen, but I just can’t speak to them about it right now because I’m nervous about how they will react.
I’m a grown-ass woman, I’ve made my mind up about it, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care about their opinion.
So I go ahead and pack my bag. Vinny told me he’s going to text me when he’s an hour out.
I would be lying to myself if I said I wanted to stay with them just for the very reason they could protect me, but it’s honestly because I don’t want them to leave.
I enjoyed being surrounded by them last night. I didn’t have a single nightmare. I felt safe and cared for.
I zip everything up in my bags and leave them in the middle of my bedroom floor, then make my way downstairs to face the music.
Mom and Dad are cuddling on the couch in front of the TV. I want that. I want to have that with someone when I’m older, to still love each other as much as we did when we first met.
I sit down beside them nervously. It’s not every day your daughter comes to you and tells you that she’s moving in with two men who she just met.
“What’s the look on your face, honey?” Dad asks, sitting up on the couch, and they both give me their full attention.
“I’m going to go stay with Trey and Vinny for a while.” I lay it all out for them. I wring my hands together in my lap anxiously.
My mom looks confused, and her eyes grow wider and wider as it starts to sink in. “As friends?” she asks slowly, hesitantly.
But no, dear mother, not as friends. “I would say a little more than that.”
My dad’s face turns red. I didn’t mean sex, but I like them as more than friends. Oh well.
“Lani, that’s wrong!” Mom hisses and scoots to the edge of the couch, but I can see the smile turning up on her lips.
I laugh. “Whatever, Mom, you know I’m a lucky bitch. They’re both beautiful.” She pretends to glare at me before she starts laughing. Dad is just looking more and more horrified by the second.
“You’re right, I just had to bust your balls a little. Your dad and I raised you to be whoever you want and to do whatever you please. Even if that means starting your own harem. They’re beautiful enough.” She gets a wistful look on her face.
She’s correct. I’ve had the best parents growing up. Mom thought I was into girls for a while actually, but I just wasn't interested in boys until college.
One day I was in the grocery store with her and she saw a girl who she thought was pretty. She asked if I wanted her to get her number for me, and that’s when I knew I had an amazing mother.
That’s when my phone dings. It’s Vinny, letting me know that he’s close. “Is that one of them?” Mom asks and then busts out laughing.
My father, on the other hand, is still horrified at this news, so I walk over and hug him tightly. “I love you, Daddy, but I’m also doing this for my protection. I had some crazy fans try to attack me last night,” I admit to him in his ear just loud enough for him to hear and not Mom.
His face reddens in anger, “Why didn’t you tell me, Lani?” he says loudly, not even bothering to hide it from my mother.
I push my hair out of my face, “Dad, they hid me and were going to fight the whole mob. They protected me. Plus I’ll be close to Jordan and his MC,” I point out.
They’re pretty legit on the business side of things, but most of them are bad-ass motherfuckers who aren’t afraid to hurt anyone who steps out of line.
“You’re right, baby. I just can’t stand the thought of you getting hurt,” he confesses, showing emotions he doesn’t show very often.
“Dad,” I whisper, hugging him tight.
He has protected us all his whole life. It must hurt him knowing that shit is happening and he can’t control it.
“I’ll be fine. Pictures were taken of me here, but no one will know there,” I point out. I’ve been worried because when I checked out Instagram earlier, I saw pictures of me…a lot of them.
One picture was of me kissing Trey, but his face was hidden, which was a relief.
I also tried to stalk Trey and Vinny on social media, but they have zero online presence, which is a major surprise in this day and age. But I like it. People are too social media crazy.
“Let me go get your bags, baby.” Dad walks upstairs and I’m left alone with Mom, who is watching Dad’s ass as he walks up.
“Ew, Mom.” I gag when she licks her lips.
She looks at me accusingly. “Says the person who’s doing the dirty with two men,” she throws back, sassing me.
Dang, Mom. “Who says I’m doing that?”
“I may be old, but I’m not stupid.” She wags her finger at me and walks into her domain, which is the kitchen
I’m left alone with my butterflies about seeing them again.
For Jordan to not put up any kind of fight about me coming to stay with them is a huge sign as it is. If they weren’t good guys, Jordan would be having a major bitch fit and I would not be moving in with them.
My parents are way easy-going when it comes to me, but not him. He has always been my protective older brother, but I think a huge part of that stems from him protecting me from bullies when we were growing up.
I had girls try to jump me for no reason at all when I was a teenager, but Jordan would find out and they would be cornered by him instead of them cornering me.
He didn’t hurt them, but I do remember him hacking their cell phones and uploading shit to MySpace.
So all of that stopped pretty suddenly after that.
But I love my brother. I will be forever grateful for everything that he has done for me and I’m so glad that he has found someone as sweet as Alisha to love him.
The doorbell rings, and I rush to the front door, excited to see Trey and Vinny. I don’t even bother to check the peephole before opening the door.
I swing the door open and come face to face with the same man who called me a whore last night and tried to attack me.
Oh my god.
I can feel bile crawling up my throat. His eyes narrow on me like he never expected me to open the door.
He’s carrying a bible in his hand. My family is religious, but nowhere does it say in the Bible to be filled with hate and bitterness.
“Look, the whore is here. I was hoping you would be.” He grins menacingly and looks back at his group of friends behind him, and I count four from last night.
What the fuck is actually going on?
They actually tracked me down?
“Are your parents here? I’m here to help save your soul, child. I will not speak to a disgusting, filthy jezebel.”
Mind blown.
I hear a loud slam behind me, and I turn back just enough for my dad to come into view. He slides beside me and puts himself in front of me, arms crossed. I look down and notice the gun in the back of his pants.
Oh shit.
Mom grabs my hand. I can feel her shaking.
“I’m assuming you’re this child’s father? Did you know your daughter was kissing two men last night and that she is a model, who poses provocatively to entice men.?”
So my big mouth comes into play. “And women too.” I smirk at him because this shit is absolutely ridiculous.
He gasps in shock, his bloodshot eyes staring at me. If looks could kill, I would be dead ten times over.
“Blasphemy!” he screams, spit flying from his mouth.
I cringe in dis
gust, and Mom does the same. Dad doesn’t move, doesn’t even flinch.
He turns back to my dad, trying to keep his cool, but this man and the goons behind him are completely batshit crazy.
“We can correct this behavior. We have a place meant for her to reform. We usually have a waitlist, but she is in dire need. I worry for her soul.” He hands my dad a contract.
I watch as his body stiffens, then he crumples the paper, throwing it onto the ground, “Your form of therapy is fucking girls into submission.” That’s when my dad rears his fist back and hits him dead in the face. He falls straight on his ass.
Mom pulls me back, away from the fight, because my dad has turned into fucking beast mode, hitting him over and over in the face.
I have never seen my dad like this.
The other guys start to jump on my dad just as Trey and Vinny pull up. Vinny jumps out before the truck even stops, running straight into the fray, throwing fists at everyone.
They drop one by one.
Mom and I are shocked that this is even happening. We’re frozen in place. Dad stands up and looks at the guy who is now mangled beyond repair.
“Do not fucking come to my house and ask me to sign a slave contract for my daughter to fix her, you disgusting piece of shit! I should kill you,” Dad roars in his face, but the looks on Trey’s and Vinny’s faces are haunting.
Oh shit.
Mom grips me harder. Trey picks the guy up from the ground, putting him right in his face. “You have five seconds to get out of here before I kill you. This isn’t a threat, it’s a promise. But know this is not over. The Devils will be coming for you and your fucking cult.”
Trey lets him go and he hits the ground, knocking the air out of him, but his buddies drag him out of the driveway into a fucking kidnapper-looking-type van.
Once I see them leave, I stumble inside of the house. My veins are like ice from the fear of what just happened and the unthinkable thought of what they had planned for me.
How can people be like this?
I sit down on the couch, putting my face in my hands, my elbows resting on my knees. I’m terrified.
I can hear my dad on the phone with Jordan. I feel three sets of hands on me, and I look up to see Trey in front of me, Vinny to one side and my mother on the other.