Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

Here I was worried this girl was far too uncorrupted for us, but I was dead wrong. She can hold her own ground.

  “Fucking shit,” Brandon grunts.

  He turns his head and looks at me. He’s in shock—completely bewildered by her bold actions. I’m not faring much better. In that position, Amelia is the ultimate fantasy. Add to that the enticing extra-large butt plug acting as a place holder for my cock and let’s just say I’m about to come in my pants.

  “I think our princess is indeed ready for us.” How I manage to say that, I’ll never know, considering how hard I am right now. “Brandon,” I press. He’s too busy staring at Amelia’s ass to even hear me. “Royal,” I call out. I've never seen him this baffled. I don’t blame him. “She wants to play.” I snap my fingers in front of his face.

  That seems to do it.

  “What?”

  “Princess Amelia wants it up the ass,” I say.

  “Yes, she does,” she sing-songs.

  Temptress.

  “It would be so wrong not to give her what she wants,” Brandon says.

  “Yes, it would,” Amelia singsongs.

  He grins in response.

  “Let’s fuck that virgin ass.” He grips his cock and squeezes it hard.

  That grin just took over his face.

  CHAPTER 62

  Brandon

  “Brandon, strip,” Holden commands.

  He doesn’t have to ask twice. I toe off my shoes and peel out of my socks. I straighten up, still sporting the sly side-grin of a man who’s about to mark his girl. With rushed hands, I practically rip the clothes off my back. My cock springs up when I remove my boxer briefs. I’m so impossibly hard. I already know I’m going to come to the point of blacking out. Damn. With three very long steps, I’m standing right behind our dirty little princess.

  “Let me warm her up, Viking,” I say. “First, I need to scoop up all that juice that’s going to waste. Once I’ve cleaned her up, I’m going to tongue-fuck her pussy while finger-fucking her ass until she comes all over my face. That royal ass of hers will be ready for some real action after that,” I rub my hands furiously together. I could die a happy man right now. This is the last bastion in making Amelia fully ours. Yes!

  “Not so fast.” Holden bursts my bubble.

  “What are you talking about?” I ask.

  “Don’t worry, she’s definitely getting her ass fucked tonight, but there’s something I want from her first.”

  "I'm all ears," I retort.

  "You're a good friend," he grins. That devious sparkle in his eyes is a precursor of things to come.

  Amelia straightens up and turns around before pinning her little fists against her waist again. "Why is it that you always have to have the upper hand?" she asks.

  "Sweetheart, we’re alphas. What did you expect?" I chuckle at Holden's repartee. "Sure, you had a good head start because you caught us off guard, but it's time to even out the score," he explains.

  She lets out a long sigh and impatiently taps her black stiletto heel against the hardwood floor, her eyes shifting from mine to Holden's. Something tells me she's considering her options. "Fine. Let's hear it," she says with faint annoyance.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful when you pretend to be mad at us,” Holden says in a deep voice, his eyes locked onto her. “Would it make it better if I told you that regardless of how things shape up, you'll come your pretty head off? Many, many, many times before sunrise. In fact, there’s a good chance Brandon and I will have to carry you out of here." He licks his lips to accentuate his point.

  "Oh," Amelia whimpers.

  "You were eager to find out what we had in store for you. Now you know." When Holden steps into the feral domineering alpha male role, it's game over. “So, you want to be bad tonight?” Holden asks a question to which he already knows the answer. Bastard. He's setting her up.

  She extends her arms out before turning in a three hundred sixty-degree circle. “What better place to let go of my inhibitions?” she responds, meeting Holden's gaze.

  "I fully agree," he nods. "What about you, Royal?"

  "I say let's push her way off that cliff," I state.

  "I'm glad we’re all on the same page." Holden gives us another approving nod. He struts towards us and stops right in front of our brazen princess. He studies her intently. Unrushed. Defiantly, Amelia holds his stare. I’m enjoying being a spectator too much to interrupt.

  “I’ve been counting the minutes to this moment since I left your place on Monday morning before you set off for Dublin,” she admits, eyes still locked onto his. “No matter how many times I’ve touched myself or dreamt of sucking your cock while Brandon fucks me from behind, I’m still soaking wet. I need your cocks inside me,” she pleads.

  “Did you come hard when you touched yourself?” Holden asks.

  “Every single time,” she confesses.

  “Very good,” he nods.

  Slap.

  Holden administers a sharp one across her ass so swiftly, he even takes me by surprise. Amelia’s little shriek makes my cock twitch.

  “Thank you,” I grin.

  “Anytime.”

  “What was that for? What happened to you liking me dirty?” Amelia protests.

  “No reason other than seeing your ass jiggle one last time before we claim it,” Holden tells her.

  “Wanker,” she retorts.

  Holden considers her seriously before saying, “I want both you and Brandon in front of that window,” he points over his shoulder.

  “Oh!” She’s so excited. “Are they tinted windows? Will Brandon ravish me with London at my feet?" She doesn't even wait for an answer. “That sounds so dirty. It’s like having an audience, but they just don’t know it.”

  Holden and I exchange a devilish glance.

  “Not quite, angel, but close,” Holden says.

  Without needing further encouragement, Amelia sashays to the window. I’m right on her heel. Holden follows close behind.

  She extends her hands up and parts the curtain open in one clean movement. “Ah,” she gasps when she catches the action below. “Bloody hell,” she lets out. She flips around to face us. “Are they? … You know… Seriously?” She can’t even find the words.

  “You’re thinking mere dirty. Tsk, tsk, tsk.” I shake my head. “We want way more than that. We want to drag you to the dark side tonight, princess,” I explain.

  She trembles in response.

  “Are you quivering, angel?” Holden teases.

  “Can they see us?” she asks.

  “No. The windows are one-way, and no one can hear us either because the room is fully sound-proof,” I say. "This is the ultimate in privacy."

  “God.” She places her fingertips against the glass and gets up on her toes. In that position, she's absolutely irresistible. She turns her head around, her mouth gaping open and her eyes as big as saucers. "I can actually see them shagging each other," she whispers, almost afraid someone might hear her. "That woman over there is in bed with three guys!" She taps against the glass. “Her lovers are relentless."

  Holden and I exchange another complicit look.

  “Is this too much for you?” I ask carefully.

  She can refuse to go along with this. Yes, we’ll be disappointed, but we won’t force her.

  “I’m not sure,” she says. “As you know, I’ve watched porn at Charlie’s, but those were actors. Charlie says that even the amateur stuff isn't all that candid. But, the people down there are real. They’re shamelessly shagging each other all in the same room. She turns around to face us again. “Is that an orgy?” she asks.

  “Something like that. Each bed holds a different group,” Holden answers.

  She looks at him confused.

  “They can hop from one bed to another, but they don’t have to. The high for exhibitionists is to be seen. Voyeurs want to watch. This is the best of both worlds for those who have a penchant for public sex," I explain. "This is much better than porn. No
thing compares to real unrehearsed debauchery. And we get to benefit from up here."

  "You mean we get to watch them while you fuck me?"

  "Exactly," Holden and I answer in unison.

  "Are you okay with that?" I press.

  "Surprisingly, yes." She offers us a wide grin.

  With a growl, I close the gap between us and claim her mouth with a hard kiss. She responds with as much fervor, rubbing her stomach against my hard on. I pull away just long enough to give her a lustful glare before I’m at it again. For the next few minutes we’re all tongues as my hands explore every inch of her. Holden grunts his approval. “Fuck,” I say, fisting her mane and pulling back until our eyes meet.

  “Ah!” she lets out.

  “You’re truly a fucking dream.” She responds with a suggestive smile. “Turn around. I want your eyes on the action below, princess,” I command. She obeys. Without me having to ask, she assumes the perfect position—legs parted, hands pressed against the glass and her ass yanked up high. In other words, she's ready for me. “Viking, I need a condom.”

  “Right.” Holden fishes inside his pocket and throws me a packet. I catch it with one hand, bring it to my mouth and rip it open with my teeth. Under his intense gaze, I quickly sheath my cock.

  I shift my focus back to her. “You’ve had us fooled since day one sweetie,” I say, caressing her ass. “Your mind is nearly as perverted as ours,” I chuckle.

  “Uh-huh,” she laughs.

  “You’re such a filthy girl,” I tell her. “Our perfect little slut.” I add. Slap. She yelps, surprised, when I smack her ass hard. I soothe the pain by rubbing away the red imprint my hand left behind. She purrs. My hands run up her body, over her hips, across her stomach and up her back. “Fuck, you’re so soft and you smell so good,” I groan. She flings her head to the side, throwing her cascade of silky hair, turning her head just enough so our gazes meet.

  "God, I was so desperate for your touch," she admits.

  One of my hands glides down until it reaches the butt plug.

  “This is a fucking gift,” I say tapping the sex toy nestled between her ass cheeks a few times.

  "I know," she says boldly.

  My eyes shoot up to Holden’s. He just shakes his head.

  Slap.

  She whimpers again.

  "You asked for it, princess," I explain.

  "Is that all you’ve got, Petty Officer?"

  Slap. Slap. Slap. Slap.

  I lose it on her ass and she cries out with each slap.

  "How's that for starters?" I ask. "Better?"

  “Fuck,” she breathes.

  Without giving her time to think, my hand travels from her ass to her pussy until her slickness coats my fingers.

  "Seems that got you all worked up."

  Her only response is a moan of pleasure.

  "She's a lot more docile now," Holden observes with satisfaction.

  "It's about fucking time," I quip.

  Amelia presses her face against the cool window while yanking her ass a little higher up. It's like she's already looking for salvation.

  “She’s still dripping?” Holden asks.

  “Like a fucking faucet.”

  "May I?" he asks, lowering his eyes.

  "Be my guest," I say, pulling my fingers out of her pussy.

  I expect Holden to scoop up some of her juices and be done with it. But of course, he has to take things further. He plunges his fingers inside her and travels a few times from her clit to her ass as Amelia groans with pleasure. After several teasing seconds, he removes his fingers and brings his hand up to his mouth. I'm not surprised when he licks her juices clean. I even expected the raunchy sounds. But what he does next leaves me jaw-dropped.

  He hooks his finger at the base of the red butt plug and pulls it out excruciatingly slowly. When a few inches pop out, Amelia jerks forward.

  “Fuck!” she shouts. But that does little to deter Holden. He pulls out the butt plug a little further, revealing a few more inches. She gasps. “Jesus Christ!” I take a step back to give him more maneuvering room. When he pulls out the last quarter, Amelia’s legs start trembling. She lets out a long string of curses before spitting out the big one. "Holy fucking God Almighty!" Holden drops the toy at his feet before kicking it to the side. He shoots me a feral glance I've never seen in his eyes before.

  “You might have to call 999 when I come gushing between her ass. I doubt my heart will take it," he predicts. Holden places a hand on his cock and squeezes hard, grunting loudly. The fact that he's still fully clothed makes this moment even dirtier than it already is. “Now fuck that pussy like you mean it,” he barks before stepping aside.

  “Yes, sir.”

  "Oh, and Brandon, make sure to remind her who controls this dance," he advises.

  "It goes without saying.” I return his grin.

  I lean forward, pressing my chest against her back. “Which one of those couples will you focus on as I take you over the edge, sweetie?" I whisper in her ear.

  “I… Err… Oh, God…” She gasps as my finger pushes inside her pussy, urging her back into me.

  “You might want to try that again.” The mockery in my voice is unmistakable. Holden chuckles. “What about that couple over there?” I suggest as a second finger joins the first. The sensation causes her to cry out, but that doesn't stop me from torturing her. "Do you see how that big muscular guy is punishing his girl’s ass?" I ask, pointing to the left of the room below us.

  A beefy bald guy has a voluptuous blonde pinned by the back of the neck with her face smashed against a mattress. Her big round ass is pointing high. Since he's squatting behind her that gives him the perfect leverage to fuck her real deep. That's one of my favorite positions to take a woman's ass. Alas, Amelia is too much of a novice for that kind of hardcore play.

  "You’re killing me here, Brandon," she pleads.

  "I know." I borrow her words. Holden laughs. "Soon, it'll be you in that position, except you'll be choking on one of your lover's cocks while the other stretches your ass,” I warn.

  "Oh, God, please yes," she begs.

  I didn't expect that from her.

  Unable to control myself, I sink my cock inside her.

  She gasps for air.

  She's so goddamn wet that I slide all the way to my balls. No need to tease, stroke or tantalize her. She just needed ten good inches.

  “Fuck, sweetie, your pussy is swallowing my cock so perfectly.”

  "Brandon," she hisses. I'll never get tired of hearing my name on her lips.

  I grasp her by the hips and pump into her at a frenetic pace. A combination of wanting her so damn much, watching other people fuck below me, and knowing that Holden is leaning against the window watching me ravish her.

  “Don’t you dare close your eyes," he suddenly barks. "Brandon gave you an order and I expect you to follow it. He wants you to look down at the crowd losing themselves in sexual gluttony while you do the same. You've been teasing us since you stepped into that lounge. Now is the time for you to own this, princess,” he commands.

  His words set me off and push me to fuck her relentlessly.

  "That's it, Royal. Show her who she belongs to," Holden growls. He leans down and cups her face between his hands before kissing her hungrily. He takes care of her mouth while I pump her pussy with determination. Our grunts and moans fill the room until Holden speaks again. “Tell Brandon how much you appreciate his cock, angel," he commands.

  “I bloody love his big cock," she sobs. “And yours, Holden,” she adds.

  “Good girl." He rewards her obedience by dropping a string of soft kisses against her cheek.

  "Harder, please Brandon, harder," she begs.

  I give her exactly what she wants.

  My heart races like a fucking horse, but that doesn't stop me from fucking her deeper.

  "Do you want me to play with your clit, angel?" Holden asks in a deep dark voice.

  "Oh, please, yes, yes, y
es," Amelia chants.

  When I notice his hand travel between her legs, I have to mentally coax myself to keep the course and not come like an inexperienced teenager.

  "Your clit is so hard," he whispers. “Brandon is pumping into you like an animal, isn't he?"

  "He is," she agrees.

  "You like that, dirty princess?"

  "I do. I really fucking do."

  At this point, the guy is torturing even me.

  “You hear that, Royal." I humor him by nodding. "I want you to take good care of our girlfriend’s puss—”

  Huh?

  Whoa!

  I’m so fucking shocked by what just flew out of my best friend’s mouth that I abruptly halt my movements.

  We stare at each other wordlessly.

  He blinks at me, seemingly confused.

  Clearly, his words are sinking in.

  Shit, he really said that aloud. No dicking about. He just put it out there.

  I should be freaked out, but I'm not. Even though Holden has never said anything remotely close to this. For some strange and inexplicable reason, it feels right.

  After a few long awkward seconds, I speak, “Don’t worry. My cock is so hungry for her needy pussy, we’re definitely carrying our girlfriend out of here.”

  Holden’s grin is ridiculous.

  “Good," he nods. "We’re on the same page?”

  “Damn right we are," I retort.

  Although it's been really good between us so far and we can't get enough of Amelia, Holden and I have never talked about taking things to the next level. It's not something we've ever had to do. It's been established since day one that she’s not to fuck anyone else while we’re seeing her, and we'd gallantly return the favor. Beyond that, Holden and I never fathomed we’d be at this point. For two guys who avoided relationships like the plague, we decide now to change our ways. Nevertheless, just like everything else with the three of us, this flows so naturally.

  "I think you're neglecting our girlfriend." He waves a finger, indicating that I should keep fucking her. With a grin that matches his, I resume fucking her, but that doesn't last long.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa,” Amelia protests.

  So far, she’s been quiet. It's almost as if she was giving us time to sort this out between us.