Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  I'll be damned.

  Is this girl for real? Is she really pushing our buttons? Doesn't she realize who dictates this dance? And more importantly how dare she think she can get away with it?

  “Well, hell.” The words just drop out of Brandon’s gaping mouth.

  "Is that a yes or a no?" she asks brazenly.

  What?

  Without waiting for an answer from us, she resumes her mission. She sashays unhurried until she reaches the living room. She turns her head ever so slightly and I can read the glee of contentment when she notices we’re right behind her. She doesn't stop until she reaches the stairs. She climbs one step and turns around to face us. She brings her hands up to her hair and removes the crystal hairpins holding her mane up. She places each one inside her palm—three in total. Yeah, I'm so mesmerized by her that nothing escapes me. She shakes her head sending a cascade of silky brown hair flying all over the place. She casually tosses the hairpins on the high side table where an enormous modern porcelain vase sits pretty. She combs her hair with her fingers. Her eyes are on us like glue.

  “What are you doing?" I ask as if it wasn't obvious.

  "Since neither of you has answered yet, I thought I'd sweeten the pot," she says innocently. And she does. She undoes the silk wrap around her waist, pulls it out of the loops and lets it go. When it hits the floor in a silent hush, all three of us lower our eyes to it. When I look back up at her, her grin tells me she's enjoying this moment immensely. With her belt discarded, the dress opens up, revealing her body. Brandon and I are speechless. We’re as mute as two teenage boys witnessing the glory of a woman's nakedness for the very first time. Amelia is doing a number on us. Without missing a beat, she removes her white dress. Her movements are slow and sensual. This little show is for our eyes only. “Brandon is now the keeper of my wet panties,” she reminds us as she flings the dress over the railing. “That's one less item to worry about.” She laughs. She actually fucking laughs. "One more to go," she taunts. She circles her arms behind her and within a blink of an eye, she removes her nude bra and tosses it to her right. It lands strategically—half of it hiding, the other half hanging from the lip of the white vase. "The shoes stay on, right?" That question is addressed to me.

  She already knows the answer, but I'll play along. "Yeah." One word. That's all I can fucking manage. I expected the blood to travel to my cock, I didn't realize it would also affect my vocal cords.

  "That's what I thought," she offers a triumphant grin.

  Brandon takes a few steps forward until he's standing right in front of her. "This torturous game you're playing is only going to end one way." Finally, he finds his voice again.

  "I certainly hope so. I’d hate to be in the presence of two sexy hunks like the pair of you and have to take care of satisfying myself. That would be a pity. Such a shame." Her answer forces Brandon to take a step back. My cock jerks so much inside my trousers, I'm certain it will jump right out and run towards her. Brandon turns his head around just enough for our eyes to meet. I know that look. Given the circumstances, I guess it's inevitable. I nod my approval.

  “You want to be behave like a bad girl? Let's grant you your wish. Neither Holden or I have a problem treating you like one." She moves her head to the side, searching for me. Is that excitement I read in her eyes? "Are you listening to me?" Brandon commands her attention. “I want you to get that fine ass of yours up to Holden’s bedroom. I want you to lie on your back and I want you to wait." She opens her mouth to say something, but Brandon doesn't give her a chance. "Right now, Amelia," he growls.

  “Yes, sir."

  CHAPTER 52

  Brandon

  That woman will be the end of me. I swear. Half the time, I don’t know if I should punish her by turning her ass red and leaving my imprint, or if I should drop at her feet and worship her in admiration of her effrontery. Amelia smiles wide before turning around. Brazen kitten. She climbs the stairs wearing nothing more than those dick-hardening silver high heel sandals. Each step is like a fucking invitation and trust me, my cock approves vehemently.

  I spin around to face Holden and the poor guy is practically foaming at the mouth. His blue eyes are veiled with lust.

  He walks up to me and stops for beat, just long enough to say, "I think it's game on," he pats me on the shoulder.

  I nod, amusement stretching across my lips. "I think so," I reply, matching his wide grin.

  "If she wants our cocks, who are we to refuse her?"

  "Agreed, but not before we teach her a lesson," I say. "Who the hell is that girl?" I point my index finger to the ceiling to stress my point. "She's transforming in front of our very eyes. For the love of God, we’re barely able to keep up with her."

  Holden chuckles. "What did you have in mind?" He shifts his eyes to the top of the stairs and jerks his chin up.

  "It’ll be a whole lot more fun if you find out at the same time she does. I can tell you this much, fuck the sex toy we bought her. Clearly she doesn’t need it." My smile is evil, and I know it.

  Since Amelia confessed to having a chest filled with toys, we’ve been dying to use one on her. Holden made a special trip to Wonder Land Toys to by a Magic Wand. A lot of the women we’ve fucked swear by it. Even if Amelia has one in her collection, we wanted her to have one that stays right here.

  "Don't punish her too hard. She's getting both our cocks tonight. If you tire her out, she won't be able to handle it," he observes.

  "Viking, you're fooling yourself. Didn’t you hear what I just said?"

  "I did." He loosens his tie and removes it before flinging it over the railing. "I think she's flying high on the novelty of being allowed to be this dirty. It's her first time with two guys. You need to be gentle with her. We’ll make up for it when we take her hard." He's already undoing a few buttons on his shirt.

  Instinctively, I follow his cue. My tie lands right next to his when I fling it to the side.

  "Don't get me wrong. I'm not complaining about the fact that it didn't take that long for the vixen inside her to surface. I just didn't expect her to turn into a man-eater this quickly. Six days with us and she's fucking rubbing one off in a public place? Jesus. My heart practically stopped."

  "You're right. Let’s go make sure that never happens again. Well, not unless the command comes from one of us. That's a different story altogether." It’s Holden’s turn to flash me a demonic smile.

  He climbs the stairs two by two and I do the same. When we walk into his room, our princess is spread lazily like a freaking queen on my best friend’s Alaskan king bed. The evening lights that seep through the floor to ceiling windows illuminate her face like that of an angel.

  “Finally, I was getting lonely up here by myself.” She says that while rocking her knees from side to side with her index finger stuck inside her mouth. “One more minute and I was going to start without you.” She drops her legs open. With the heels still strapped to her feet and her hair fanned around her face, this position is so fucking hot, it's absurd. “I was just about to take care of myself reminiscing about the three of us on Monday morning,” she confesses. Over my dead body.

  I came up here ready to take it slow. With Holden's words still ringing in my ears, I was willing to play nice. She just forfeited that right.

  "Good thing we arrived just in the nick of time," I smile.

  "Exactly,” she smiles back. “Aren’t you going to come and join me? I’m just a tiny thing on this enormous bed. I need your bodies to keep me warm,” she says, extending an arm. Sure, Goldilocks.

  I shake my head. “Not yet, sweetie. We have some unfinished business to take care of first," I say.

  "We do?" she asks.

  "Don't play innocent with me. You seem to be very adept at taking pleasure by yourself. I feel like Holden and I are missing out. That’s a crying shame. Viking, don’t you agree?”

  My best friend shoots me a wicked smile. “Royal, I feel exactly the same way. How do you suggest we deal with
this?”

  “Glad you asked.” I peel my eyes away from Holden and zoom right to Amelia’s glistening pussy. “You’re wet?”

  “Oh, yes,” she whispers.

  “You want to come?”

  “Badly.” She rolls her eyes to the back of head when she says that.

  “Wasn’t that little kinky episode in the restroom enough?” I lead her on.

  “It’s not nearly as good as when you make me come.”

  “I think I know why.” I even stroke my 5 o'clock shadow for effect.

  She sits up on her folded elbows. “You do?”

  “Yup. My guess is that it’s because you were solo—”

  “Exactly.”

  “You need an audience,” I tell her with a grin.

  “You want me to touch myself in front of other people?” She nearly chokes on her words

  “No one sees that pussy other than Holden and me,” I remind her.

  “That’s right, angel. That beautiful little pink pussy is for our eyes only,” Holden chimes in.

  “Then I’m confused.” Her eyebrows knit together.

  “I want you to show us how you do it when you’re alone in your bedroom thinking of us, or when you’re rubbing your clit in the restroom of one of the most prestigious restaurants in the city.”

  “What?”

  “You heard me.” I’m unwavering.

  Her eyes shift from mine to Holden’s. Neither of us speaks. She can take as long as she needs to comply with my command. We aren’t going anywhere.

  “I’m starting to worry,” she says.

  “Why’s that?” Holden asks.

  “Well, the way both of you are staring down at me, it’s like you want to gobble me right up.”

  “I’d buy that bullshit answer of yours if I wasn’t standing there while you taunted us downstairs. Say that you’re shy or even nervous about it, but don’t take us for fools, Amelia. Your dripping pussy is betraying you.” There’s such an edge to Holden’s words.

  “Oh,” she lets out.

  “You want our cocks?” he asks. She nods like a good girl. “You want us to fuck you?”

  “God, yes,” she whispers.

  “You’ll get what you want once you give us what we want.” Holden lays it out nicely.

  “It isn’t much different than it was earlier, sweetie. The only difference is you get to lock eyes with us when you come,” I cajole.

  “I can’t believe I’m agreeing to do this,” she says in a soft voice.

  Notice how we didn’t need to coax her that much.

  “Slide your ass down so it’s touching the edge of the bed,” I order. She doesn’t protest. “Now, lie down and show us what it looks like when you fuck yourself thinking of us.”

  I expect her to hesitate, but no. Our dirty little princess obeys.

  Her back hits the mattress and she spreads her legs even wider. She catches her breath as she slides her right hand down her stomach until it’s on her pussy.

  “God,” she hisses arching her back.

  “What made you think it was okay to pleasure yourself like that?” I ask, watching her trace circles around her clit.

  “I told you already.”

  “I want to hear it again,” I demand.

  “Holden and you make me so bloody wet,” she says. “I’m constantly turned on thinking about you. It doesn’t matter what time of the day it is. The second you cross my mind, that’s it, I’m turned on like a firecracker. I never really understood the word ‘horny’ before I met you. I’ve gone months without sex—years really—without a concern in the world, but now two days without you is more than I can bare,” she confesses.

  “That’s a sweet confession, angel. One that’s making me really fucking hard, and for the record my cock has been throbbing since we left the restaurant,” Holden strokes his cock over his pants to stress his words.

  She smiles at him. Then slowly, her eyes move to mine. “You two cut a fine image in your bespoke suits, but I think it's hardly fair that I'm still the only one naked. I feel so exposed.”

  "You want us naked, sweetie?" I tease.

  She stops caressing her pussy and sits back on her folded elbows. "How else are you going to fuck me?"

  Flirty Amelia is back, all half-lidded eyes veiled with lust and that wicked, sexy smile that would make me give her anything she wants.

  Holden and I exchange a furtive glance. We both chuckle.

  We each have ten years on this girl and she has us hanging from a string like puppets.

  He gives me a quick nod before taking a step backwards. Within a blink of an eye, he toes off his black Italian leather shoes, strips out of his gray pinstripe Brian Taylor suit and his white shirt. He drops the clothes on the dresser to his left. He even removes his boxer briefs at the same time as he steps out of his pants.

  I do the same.

  I take a few steps away from Amelia and fling my Massimo Gionopoli navy suit and striped shirt over the chair that’s sitting in the corner of Holden’s room.

  We stride back toward the bed in sync. It’s so smooth, you’d think this was rehearsed. We’re now back to where we started—towering over this woman who’s quickly becoming a vice.

  "That’s much better," she smiles. "At least now I know I'm not the only one who wants to play." As if. Her eyes are fixated on our very erect cocks. We’re both so horny that we’re pointing north.

  "So, where were we?" I ask. "Oh, yeah, you were touching yourself,” I grin.

  Holden lets out a groan.

  "God, that raw carnal desire in your eyes is going to be the end of me," she laments.

  "And your taunting and teasing will be the end of me," Holden volleys.

  “I already got carried away recounting what I did in the restroom and now I’m rubbing myself in front of you. This is so unlike me."

  "You seem to be enjoying it," I retort.

  “Come off it, angel. All three of us know that your dripping pussy is begging for it. And those hard nipples are betraying your innocent act.”

  She looks down to her tits and without being coaxed she starts caressing her peaks, flicking them between her fingers. Teasing them like she did us when we were still downstairs.

  “I can’t tell you how hot it is to watch you squeezes your nipples like that.” The words fall out of my mouth.

  “You like that?” she asks before lying back down.

  “You know I do.”

  “Holden?”

  “Angel, I love everything about this moment,” he responds.

  She gives us more. With her eyes closed she gropes her tits hard.

  “That’s it,” I encourage. “Show us how much you want us inside you.”

  She obeys. She slides her fingers down her stomach until she reaches her pussy again. She dips her middle finger between her slickness and glides it from the base of her pussy to her hood. Her touch is so sensual. “Sweetie, I want you to fuck yourself,” I demand.

  I don’t have to repeat myself. She pumps her fingers in and out of her pussy, slowly at first, but quickly she thrusts more furiously. With her mouth gaping open and her head tilting against the mattress like this, she’s a vision.

  “Fuck,” she pants. She follows that with a string of Oohhs, aahhs and a series of inaudible cuss words.

  This woman is so perfect for us, it’s ridiculous.

  “What’s going through your head right now, princess?” Holden asks in a husky voice. His hand strocking his long cock. The protruding veins engorged with blood are popping so much.

  “You, fucking me with your tongue while Brandon fucks my mouth with his very big cock.”

  “It’s good?” he asks.

  “It’s so bloody good,” she responds.

  Giving in to the moment, I fist my cock and jerk off like a madman.

  "So, two cocks are better than one?" Holden asks.

  "Definitely."

  "You naughty girl." He chuckles.

  "Our naughty girl,” I cor
rect him.

  “Yeah,” he nods with a big ass grin on his face. “She is."

  Who knew Holden's words would turn out to be prophetic. What comes out of Amelia's mouth shocks me. From Holden's reaction, I'm not the only one.

  “Please fuck my pussy. Shag me real good. Use my mouth.” Shit. “Fill it. Spurt your load down the back of my throat.” Holy Christ. Her eyes are closed as she chants. “Would it be wrong to admit that I love it when you coat my tongue with your cum?” No, it wouldn't. Not at all.

  “Fuck,” Holden lets out in a voice so deep, I don't even recognize it.

  "Jesus Christ," I groan.

  It takes everything I have not to kneel against the mattress, lie my body on top of hers and shove into her like a beast. Hearing her pleads of pleasure like this as she begs for our cocks has me nearly tumbling over the edge.

  “We’ll take care of you soon, princess.” At least Holden has the presence of mind to still be able to talk in full sentences.

  "Promise?"

  "Don’t worry about it,” Holden says. “I’ll make sure you’re down on your knees sucking my big hard cock. Once you’re done swallowing every drop of me, Brandon will be waiting his turn. Once the warm-up is over, the real fun begins. But there’s time for that. For now, I just want you to keep doing what you're doing. Stroke that beautiful pussy of yours like the dirty girl you are.” And she does.

  I haven’t got a clue how Holden manages to deliver all that raunchiness with such a steady voice considering how fast his hand is working his cock. Jesus, his pace is nearly frenetic.

  “Oh fuck, I want that more than anything,” Amelia pants.

  “I can’t tell you how turned on I am to hear you say that,” Holden retorts. “You love being our dirty girl, don’t you?”

  “More than words can say.”