Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  She must notice how we’re both intently staring at her chest, speechless, because she lifts her arms in an attempt to conceal her beauty from us, but I stop her. “Please. No. They’re too perfect.” My voice comes out faint, coated with desire.

  “Let us take you in,” Brandon adds.

  "Yeah, what he said." I don't avert my gaze from her.

  "Phew,” she says. She even swipes off her forehead. “I guess it's a stroke of genius on my part that I didn't wear my granny knickers and bra combo. This moment might've turned out quite differently had I been sporting a faded stretched out cotton number."

  Her hilarious comment comes out of left field and Brandon and I crack up.

  “You’re too precious,” I lean down and drop a soft kiss against the tip of her nose. "Is this a stall tactic or can we continue corrupting you?"

  "Please proceed," she says.

  "Thank you, Miss Cavendish." I return her formality. “Brandon, I think that bra is in the way."

  "I think you're right, buddy." Brandon slips her black blouse off her body. I'm certain he’s just going to throw it over his shoulder or toss it to side, but instead he walks to the other side of the kitchen and places it neatly over the back of the chair. Yeah, he's got it bad for this girl. With a quick step, he rushes to where he was standing. I lift an eyebrow at him, he simply shoots me a, ‘what?’ stare.

  Shaking my head in amazement, I return my focus to our little princess.

  “Your tits. We want to see them,” I say bluntly. “The bra,” I wave. “Get rid of it!” I order. Brandon readies himself to follow my command, but I stop him. “Not you, Royal. I want her to do it.” Her eyes widen in surprise. For a second, I think she’ll hesitate, but luckily, I don't have to repeat myself. She reaches behind and unfastens her beautiful pink lace bra. She wiggles out of it and drops it at my feet. All three of us follow the descent of the sexy piece of lingerie until it falls on my shoes. I gently push it to the side, worried I might step on it while I ravish her. Brandon picks up on that. He bends down, scoops it up and does the trip back to her blouse where he drops the bra. He returns grinning, visibly pleased with himself. My eyes dart back to her. She lifts her hands in an attempt to cover her exposed breasts, but I shake my head. "Angel, there's no reason for you to be shy with us." That does the trick. She folds her bottom lip between her teeth and watches from under her eyelashes as we shamelessly admire her.

  Jesus. I have to fist my hands by my side to keep from yanking her over my shoulder and marching with a rushed step like a fireman escaping a burning building all the way to the living room, throw that sexy body of hers against the sofa right before tackling her and screwing her brains out under Brandon’s watchful eye while he strokes his cock. Just like the rest of her, those tits are fucking perfect. They’re creamy and pale with soft pink nipples that will fit nicely into my mouth. I can’t wait to jet my cum all over them, marking them all mine. I suspect Brandon will also want his turn.

  “Fuck. I have a feeling I'm going to need those in my mouth. Often,” Brandon says in a daze, hypnotized by the sight of her tits.

  "I'm warning you right now, Royal, you’re going have to fight me for those." It's my turn to be territorial.

  "In that case, let the games begin," he declares.

  "You're damn right," I retort.

  The way she’s sitting there half naked like this and holding my heated gaze makes my blood boil like a fucking volcano. My indescribably hard cock strains against my boxer briefs, which feel like they’re way, way too tight right now. Goddammit. To say that I need release would be an understatement.

  CHAPTER 29

  Amelia

  Mother of God.

  Obviously, I’m the only one who notices that this kitchen is hotter than a steam room. Brandon and Holden seem to be unaware, while I sit here half naked and burning up as if my skin is on fire. I guess in many ways it is. Their touch is hotter than hell and their gaze is searing. These two are doing a banged up job at setting off the doused flame between my thighs that I’ve learned to carefully stifle.

  Brandon takes a few steps forward. The man looks fierce like a beast on the hunt. He's the wild bad boy, looking for his next victim, and I’m the unsuspecting quest who’s about to succumb to his irresistible charms. Holden steps to the side and allows his best friend to get closer to me. It almost looks like a well-rehearsed exchange of power between them. One I guess they’ve done many times before. Shit.

  "What's that I read in those big beautiful green eyes?" Brandon asks.

  I guess my temporary moment of insecurity was a little more obvious than I thought.

  "Nothing," I say, in an effort to brush it off.

  The way he squints his intense blue eyes at me lets me know that he sees right through me. "Have you already forgotten rule number two, Amelia?" he questions. I shake my head. "Are you sure about that?" I nod. "Because it sounds like that was a lie," he pauses. "You know it. I know it and I'm pretty sure Holden knows it as well.”

  When I don't answer, Holden presses. “Amelia, I don't want anything to come between us. If you have a concern, voice it.”

  "Okay, it was a little lie," I fess up.

  “Much better," Holden says.

  "Let's try this again,” Brandon states. “What's troubling you, sweetie?"

  "I'm still a little nervous about this whole older-very-experienced-hunky-kings versus the not-so-experienced-much-younger-princess deal we have going on," I smile nervously.

  They both stifle a grin.

  Brandon is the one to tackle my uncertainty. "I can promise you that by the end of this evening you’ll have a lot more experience," his lips curl up. "Nothing will bring me more pleasure than to taint your track record," he grins. I laugh. "How does that sound?"

  “Like a big promise,” I respond.

  “One we can uphold with our eyes closed,” Holden says. Everything about them oozes supreme confidence. “Allow Brandon and I to help you write a whole new chapter to your sexual awakening.” His promise is so loaded, yet so freaking irresistible.

  “You guys are dangerous.”

  "I'm not going to even insult your intelligence by refuting that,” Holden says. “What we offer is a passport that will guarantee the most sensual thrills you’ve ever experienced. You've already given us a few previews of the uninhibited side of you that’s dying to emerge. Why fight it? Why overthink it? Why question it? It’s only when you quiet your mind and you allow your body to feel that you'll really be able to abandon yourself to our brand of danger.” His eyes linger on mine.

  I open my mouth to say something to his outrageous proposal, but nothing comes out. How can I say no to that?

  These two obliterate all of my common sense and unleash an inexorable force within me. Just when I had made peace with the thought that I might have to resign myself to passable and functional sex, Holden and Brandon come storming into my life.

  Brandon smiles warmly at me. “Sounds good, princess?” he asks, brushing a few strands of hair away from my face. I nod vehemently.

  Brandon lifts my chin up with his index finger and lowers his mouth to kiss me. Softly at first, but in no time it turns raunchy. When his tongue meets mine, his lips crash into mine with unrestrained passion. His hands land behind my back as he slides me closer to him, pinning me against his rock solid body. Just as it was the case with Holden, with my legs spread open my pussy ends up rubbing against his very hard cock. God. Those guys are huge. I lift my legs and wrap them around his waist and I drop my hands to his ass. Without a second thought, I start grinding myself against his erection.

  “Oh fuck," I choke.

  "Even with your panties still on, I can feel your wetness." Brandon’s mouth is so hot against my neck.

  There’s no hiding how much I need this. Brandon pulls me even closer to him. I angle my body and deliberately rub myself against him with even more fervor. The sensation against my clit is absolutely surreal.

  All those lonely
nights when I’d fingered myself or satiated a heatwave of horniness with one of the many vibrators in my collection—none of it holds a candle to this. How can you compare the best motorized toy on the market to the real thing? The thrill of actually having a willing, eager, desirable man between my legs trumps a bloody vibrator any day of the week. Now, multiply that by two. If I survive this epic evening, it’ll be a bloody miracle.

  “Fuck, angel, you’re so greedy,” Holden grunts. I detect the satisfaction in his voice.

  The sensation of Brandon’s narrow hips shoving against me like this, is mind-blowing. It’s only compounded by the fact that Holden is standing there at arm’s length watching us mindlessly seeking relief in the most debased way. I'm so fucking wet I’m dripping all over the place and I'm sure that by now, Brandon's underwear is drenched with my juices.

  "Oh Brandon," I pant. Thank you, God, thank you, God, thank you, God.

  His mouth crashes down over mine, and nothing else matters. Brandon and Holden claim my lips like real men. It’s something I’ve never experienced before.

  “Christ, sweetie,” Brandon grunts into my mouth pressing the rough grind of his cock against my clit with more determination. The thin fabric between us adds a delicious sort of friction that threatens to make me lose my bloody mind. “I’m going to come just like this. Dry humping you like a silly teenager in my own kitchen.” He takes a step away from me and I whimper in discontentment. “Trust me, I'd love nothing more than to take you over the edge right now, but we have other plans for you. Not to mention that I'm way too distracted by your tits not to pay them homage. Since Holden got first dibs to find out how sweet you really are, I think it's only fair that I get to have those in my mouth first." He punctuates his sentence by groping my breasts.

  “Argh,” I let out. My heart is beating so fast right now, I fear it might just jump out of my chest.

  “Those are truly exceptional,” Brandon whispers zooming in on my exposed breasts. “Spectacular, even.” His voice is so coated with a deep, rich and comforting tremor. The electric shockwave of his words extend throughout my body, making my pussy clench uncontrollably.

  I don't have enormous breasts so it's rare that men have this holy-fuck-I-can’t-believe-the-size-of-these-knockers look on their faces when they remove my bra. The way Brandon and Holden worship my boobs makes me feel like the hottest fitness model on social media.

  “Dear God.” Arousal sears through me as I bite back a moan.

  I’m an intelligent and highly educated woman, but yet here I am, unable to muster up more than a word here and two words there. The worst part is, I expect God to save me. Even though I know it's too late. He’s already moved heaven and earth to bring these two kings to me. I just need to accept His amazing gift.

  Brandon’s hands caress my breasts ever so softly awakening every cell on my skin. I doubt I'll be able to keep it together when his mouth is teasing me instead of his hands.

  As if he can read my mind, he cups my left breast, drawing a deep grunt from me as I feel his tongue flicker over my nipple. Jesus. Just like that he's on my breast with his mouth and his rough fingers kneading my other breast, making me mewl.

  “Hmmm,” he hums against me. He licks, sucks, and bites with unrestrained abandonment. I’m completely lost to his needs.

  There are no words to explain how powerful the sight of a man’s head ducked against my breasts biting and sucking is. Brandon flicks my nipples sending a symphony of butterflies fluttering in my tummy. This is too much.

  My gaze moves to Holden who’s standing nearby. My eyes drop to his mouth, and the thought of him kissing the heck out of me again makes me quiver inside.

  "I love how you respond to my best friend," Holden whispers. Trust me, so do I.

  “Oh,” I let out.

  “How are they?” Holden’s question surprises me.

  Brandon releases the breasts he was latching on and turns his head to answer his best friend. “Her tits are so soft,” he says, rubbing my nipples and sending an avalanche of sensations sprinting throughout my entire body. “We’re definitely going to have to fight for these."

  "I think you're right."

  They both chuckle.

  This moment in time is going down in history.

  "We should add a forth rule," Brandon says, groping my boobs possessively.

  "And what’s that?" Holden asks.

  “When she's at our place, she shouldn’t be allowed to walk around with a bra. Her tits should be easily available to my hands, my mouth, and my cock. It goes without saying you too should be able to take advantage of these beauties whenever you want to." To stress his point, Brandon pinches my nipples hard.

  Mother of God.

  My heart is pounding like a drum and I’m all too aware of Brandon’s hands all over me, of his powerful body dominating me and of the way his best friend is licking his lips with his eyes lasered on my breasts.

  "What a great idea," Holden says.

  "I thought so," Brandon says proudly. "If I bite on these, I wonder if it’ll send a charge all the way down to your clit?" Since my eyes are riveted on Holden, I'm taken aback by Brandon's question. Before I can gather my thoughts, Brandon makes good on his promise.

  "Oh, Jesus," I hiss.

  "Look at that. I was right." It’s unmistakable from Brandon's cocky grin that he knows exactly what kind of effect he has on me. "I could play with these all day long.”

  "Before even having them in my hands, I already know that I'll be in the same predicament," Holden confides. It's one thing having one of them use dirty talking to unravel me, but the two of them puts me at a serious disadvantage. Holden’s lips curve up in amusement at my reaction. "You know, Brandon has a hidden talent I can't wait for him to use on you."

  You mean more than what he's already unleashed on me now? “Huh?” I pant.

  Brandon lifts his head and locks his eyes onto mine. “He's right." When I blink up at him in confusion, he continues. "I can make you lose your fucking mind just by playing with your nipples until your clit convulses with pleasure."

  I whimper. I swear every part of me is ablaze. “Seriously?” I struggle to focus on his words. How I even manage to utter that single word considering how incredibly aroused I am right now, I'll never know.

  “Absolutely, sweetie," he groans. I can’t help but keep my eyes fixed on his fingers as they circle my hard peaks. "We'll have to try that someday," he promises.

  God, just hearing him say that shoots a massive injection of searing lust throughout my veins. Can you actually be addicted to a person this fast? Scratch that. Make that two.

  “I... I...” Oh, gosh, what am I trying to say?

  I guess it takes me too long to articulate my answer because he interrupts.

  “You know what?” I shake my head, unable to respond. He twists both my nipples at the same time.

  “Argh,” I gasp. Shit, shit, shit. Both of my boobs are now tingling.

  “Something tells me you’re a screamer,” he murmurs.

  “A scr...” Oh God. There I go again attempting to rein in my thoughts.

  I guess I took Holden’s advice at face value. After all, he's the one who told me not to overthink. Mission accomplished. I can't even speak anymore.

  "When Holden and I coax that orgasm out of you, they'll hear you all the way to Vienna." His intuition is frightening.

  Why did I have to be such a stubborn fool? Sure, I was the self-respecting and faithful girlfriend, but I missed out on so much. Now that I find myself on the verge of tipping into the abyss of something so almighty, I realize how much Charlie was right all along. I was far too young to be a willful martyr. How the hell did I get it into my head that I could become Frederick's salvation? I paid a very high price for my ill-advised lunacy.

  "You're right." Holden delivers his verdict. "Our little princess will be shocked by how hard she comes.”

  “Please… this is too much,” I hiss, squirming under Brandon’s unyield
ing grasp. The increasing heat threatening to overtake me is too strong.

  Brandon takes pleasure in me begging like this. As punishment for my asking for mercy, he drags his fingertip over my puckered areola. “It’s okay, sweetie," he says.

  "No it’s not, Brandon.” Holden drops the gavel. “That's not how it works and you know it." Uh-oh. “Do you remember rule number three, angel?" I turn my face just enough to meet Holden's gaze.

  "I do," I whisper.

  “We haven’t even started yet and you're asking us to put the brakes on,” he says. "Why in the world would we ever want to deprive you like that? That would make us lousy lovers.” I bite back a moan. “Neither Brandon nor I are in the business of mediocrity. Especially when it comes to you," he scolds in a fatherly way. "I wanted to give Brandon a little more time to enjoy your tits—and let it be known that I'm taking immense pleasure in watching the two of you—but if you're in a rush, let's take things to another level."

  Wh-what?

  “God.” Something about the way he says that makes me shiver. I want to talk in complete sentences, but I can’t.

  CHAPTER 30

  Holden

  With only two steps I'm standing shoulder to shoulder with my best friend.

  “I hope you haven’t forgotten the promise I made you?” I ask.

  “There are too many naughty promises to keep track of,” she laughs shyly.

  "You're right, perhaps Brandon and I are being a little overzealous." He chuckles. "Let me refresh your memory. My mouth. Your pussy. Do you remember now?"

  "Yes," she says softly. Once again, her cheeks turn that lovely shade of bright red.

  "Since Brandon seems to have found a new obsession, he'll take care of your mouth and your tits."

  “With pleasure,” he says.

  Without having to ask, Brandon takes a step to the right. Now, I'm towering Amelia. I reach out and allow the pads of my fingertips to lightly graze the sides of her arms, raking over her skin in a soft whisper. She shivers under my touch, her breath coming out in quick pants. I move in closer replacing Brandon between her parted legs. I push my pelvis forward, causing my indescribably hard cock to brush against her pussy. I grind against her, taking my pleasure, and when I take a small step back, we both glance down in amazement. The front of my gray pants are stained with a large spot of her wetness.