Bad Boy SEALs

by Scarlett Avery

  “What?” Holden asks with faint innocence.

  “You can’t just drop the G word so casually and keep shagging me as if nothing happened.”

  “It was in the heat of the moment,” Holden says.

  “You didn’t mean it?” I hear the hurt in her voice.

  "You want this?” He hesitates. This is only the second time in my life I've ever seen him unsure of himself. And just like the first time, it has to do with Amelia. “With the two of us?" he adds, as if it wasn't already blatantly obvious.

  "Isn’t that what we already share?" she asks in a low voice. “I’ve practically been living at your place for the last several weeks.”

  She’s right.

  This conversation is so unexpected that I'm still not sure if I should pull out of her or not.

  Holden straightens up and lets out a long sigh. “Angel, I’ve never had a girlfriend. I’ve never met a woman I wanted in that way. You’ve changed that. For both of us, if I may speak on Brandon's behalf."

  "You're doing a pretty darn good job of it," I commiserate.

  He smiles at me before focusing on Amelia again. “So yes, I mean it. I’m not sure being at a private sex club while my best friend is fucking you is the best time or place for this kind of revelation, but I have no previous experience to fall back on. I know it’s spontaneous—”

  “It’s from your heart?!” she interrupts. It’s a cross between an affirmation and a question.

  He reaches out and caresses her cheek with the back of his hand before tracing her lips. “It is, angel,” he nods.

  “What about you?” she turns her head so our eyes meet.

  Believe it or not, I'm still inside her.

  “Yes, sweetie. I feel exactly the same way as Holden does," I smile.

  “Oh my God, this is surreal,” she says. Without warning Amelia slides off my cock and jumps into Holden’s arms. He catches her and responds by covering her face with kisses. She laughs like a kid. After a few seconds, she turns to face me and extends her arms out. Without needing to exchange a word, Holden passes her to me. I take her mouth in a passionate kiss for a long and heated beat. When she breaks our embrace she says, "I was hoping for more, but I didn't want to get my hopes up… I mean with your hardcore-bachelor-bad-boy reputation and all."

  "How many times have I told you not to believe everything you read on the Internet?" Holden chuckles while stroking her disheveled hair.

  "Point taken," she laughs again. "There’s still the matter that I don't know of any woman who has a relationship with two men. I just didn't think it was possible."

  "Until you came along, princess, there was a very long list of things I never thought possible," Holden retorts.

  "I guess this makes it official. Princess Amelia is our girlfriend," I say.

  “Lucky me," she cheers. "I have not one, but two sexy and fearless boyfriends. What more can a girl ask for?”

  "She’s fully ours now," Holden says.

  "Well… not exactly," she corrects him. She wiggles her way down my body, forcing me to drop her to her feet. She turns around and assumes her original position. The obvious way with which she gyrates her ass so temptingly is so fucking hot. "There's one thing missing for me to be fully yours, gentlemen," she reminds us. To jog our memories, she takes a step back and rubs her ass against me, springing my cock back to life.

  Slap.

  I just love the way she shrieks.

  “Behave, woman,” I admonish.

  “Only if you resume shagging me,” she dares.

  "You’re wicked tonight," Holden drops a soft kiss against Amelia's lips. “You’ve been told,” Holden laughs. “You're not meeting our girlfriend's needs."

  "Fuck off," I volley.

  "I would, but you're the one who’s standing right behind her. And naked, may I point out." He’s so proud of himself.

  I roll my eyes at him before focusing on her.

  I lean into her and say, “Don't come crying to me when I give you exactly what you want," I warn. "And don't make the mistake of thinking that your other boyfriend can save you. He can’t." I kiss the back of her neck and she shivers. I rest my forehead on her shoulders, angle my cock and slam into her.

  She gasps surprised.

  In no time, I pick up the pace, pumping, teasing, drilling in and out of her hungry pussy. My hips grind against her ass, my massive erection filling her up. Fuck, yeah.

  “Oh, Brandon.” She lets out a low, strangled moan.

  “The slap of your ass cheeks against my body is pure decadence,” I grunt and fuck her hard and fast.

  “Bloody hell,” she screams, pounding her fist against the window.

  “I want you to cum like a whore while you enjoy the kinky show below. Will you do that for us?" She whips her head around seemingly to say something, but nothing comes out. I give her a smile that lets her know that she's just handed her soul to the devil. "She's such a dutiful girlfriend,” I say, moving my gaze to my best friend’s.

  "Well, you are fucking her into obedience, after all."

  "Seems like it's the only way to go with her." We both laugh. I grip her hips tightly, to prevent from sliding out of her. "She’s so goddamn wet," I grunt.

  "Ride that greedy pussy harder," Holden commands.

  My fingers dig deep into her hips as I thrust more forcefully.

  “Christ,” I gasp, my balls tightening as I swell inside her.

  “Tsk. Keep your eyes open, princess, or I’ll ask Brandon to stop,” Holden barks.

  “But—”

  He shuts her up by sweeping a finger between her pussy lips.

  “This is nonnegotiable. Your eyes stay open and fixed on that curvy blonde over there who’s about to fall over the edge. You do that, and Brandon keeps fucking you and I keep playing with your clit. You disobey me, and you can take care of yourself. What will it be?”

  He’s mercilessly forcing her to submit.

  “Why are you being this stubborn?” she demands.

  “Because I can.” He flashes her a row of perfect white teeth.

  She throws him a dark, icy stare. Her demeanor changes completely when he resumes stroking her clit.

  “Oh,” she hisses, pushing her hips down hard to meet my next brutal thrust.

  “I don’t hear you complaining now,” he says.

  She slides one of her hands down from the window and clamps it over Holden’s hand.

  “Please,” she begs. Her voice comes out shaky.

  “You’re in a rush, princess?”

  “Holden. I need this. One fucking week. Please, I’m desperate,” she sobs.

  “Will you beg like this when one of us pumps your virgin ass?” he asks.

  “Yes. You know I will,” she says in a whisper.

  With those magic words, Holden strokes her clit with determination.

  “Oh, God. I’m so close!” she shouts.

  “That’s it, come hard for us, princess," he orders.

  “I’m losing my bloody mind.”

  “Let go, princess,” I coax.

  “Brandon, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” she chants like a mantra.

  And I do.

  My thrusts grow frantic, unwavering and more demanding, and then I grip her hips hard and I roar like a warrior as I drill into her, riding her like a fucking purebred on the day of the race as she struggles to steady herself with only one hand against the foggy window.

  “Jesus,” I grunt. Sweat trickles into my eyes and down my face as my heart beats like a drum.

  “Brandon. Holden. God!” Amelia shouts. “I’m coming!”

  So am I.

  Ecstasy slams through me like a shot of cocaine as I spew my cum inside her melting pussy.

  CHAPTER 63

  Holden

  “Oh, Brandon!” our girlfriend shouts for the fifth time in a row.

  “Amelia. Sweetie,” Brandon growls her name before collapsing against her body. Her legs fold beneath his weight forcing the hand that’s still
nestled between her wet lips out of the way.

  “Shit,” I growl, but Brandon catches her just as her knees are about to hit the wooden floor.

  He looks up at me. “I worked our little princess way too hard,” he whispers in her hair as she sobs.

  "I think you did," I smile. "Are you okay, angel?" I ask.

  "I really have to be more mindful about this whole, ‘be careful what you wish for’, thing." Her low voice comes out in an exerted effort.

  "Does that mean you’re having second thoughts about us taking your ass tonight? We can wait if it's too much," Brandon suggests.

  She shakes her head vehemently. "Hell no."

  We all laugh.

  "In that case, let's move this to the bed," I suggest.

  "Good idea," Brandon agrees. He slides out of her, quickly removes the condom and discards it. "Sweetie, hold on to me," he warns before sweeping her off her feet and carrying her all the way to the massive bed. I'm right behind them. He settles her on the mattress like she’s fragile porcelain before sitting right next to her. "As much as we love those shoes, you're going to have to remove them," he advises, stroking her hair away from her beautiful face. "You can keep the ankle corsets," he grins.

  "Oh, okay," she says, kicking her heels off. "Aren’t you going to get undressed?" she asks, meeting my gaze. "The ominous look is pretty sexy, but you're missing out," she laughs.

  "You want me naked, angel?" I ask.

  "How else is my other boyfriend going to shag me?"

  I can't help but laugh.

  Brandon does the same.

  Under her watchful eye, I strip out of my black suit.

  "Better?" I ask, my gaze bouncing from my impossibly hard cock to her sparkling green eyes.

  "Much," she grins wide. Before discarding my suit, I fish inside my pocket and pull out a handful of condoms that I throw onto the bed. Her eyes widen as she takes stock of the number of packets. "Aren't you being a little overconfident?" she asks.

  "We have another box waiting for you back at our place. This is just the warm-up," Brandon sets her straight.

  She gasps.

  “All kidding aside, there’s no rush, Amelia,” I say, climbing on the mattress next to her. “If you take it up the ass once, that's good enough with us. You’ll spend the weekend at our place anyways. There's plenty of time for us to practice and put all these condoms to good use," I wink.

  "But it isn’t fair if I can only take one of you," she protests.

  Brave little kitten.

  "That's not the way it works, Amelia," I scold.

  "Holden is right." Brandon backs me up. "This is your first time. We want to do this in a way you'll find enjoyable, so you’ll keep begging for it," he leans into her and drops a soft kiss on her lips. She returns it with ardor. After a few fiery seconds, he pulls away from her. “I know I can speak for both of us when I say that neither Holden nor I are very patient men, but for you, princess, we will be," he affirms.

  "I couldn't have said it better. I know you’re eager for us to fill your ass, but you're definitely going to feel this," I warn.

  I don't care how many hours of research she's done on the Internet and it really doesn't matter how many hours of porn she's watched, it will never compare to having a hungry ten-inch cock slamming into your virgin ass. Hell, more experienced women have found us too much to handle.

  "To Holden's point, it’s okay if you can only take two or four inches of us tonight. It’s really about you seeking pleasure. If it doesn't feel good for you, it won't feel good for us." He’s right. “You’re in control—”

  “Oh, now you give me all the power?”

  “Cheeky princess," I laugh.

  Brandon rolls his eyes. "What I was trying to say before our girlfriend so rudely interrupted me is, if anything hurts, you have to let us know. We can try again tomorrow. Sure, it's kinky as hell to take you in this illicit setting, but it means squat if you're in pain. Okay?"

  “Okay,” she answers shyly.

  She's not nearly as brazen as she was when she first walked in this room.

  “We’re good?” I press.

  “We are." She pauses. “Which one of you will take me first?”

  That’s a good question.

  Since neither Brandon nor I expected this, we didn't talk about it. When we share a woman, things usually happen instinctively. We never have to put that much thought into it. Clearly, everything is different with Amelia. Not only is she the first girlfriend we’ve shared, she's also the first virgin ass.

  “Holden will claim you,” Brandon blurts out.

  What? “Are you sure, Royal?” I ask surprised.

  “Yeah.” He leans into Amelia until he’s a few inches away from her mouth. “It’s only fair that it’s his turn. Don't you think? After all, his balls are still full. I just emptied mine inside your sweet pussy."

  Here I was dumbfounded that he was giving me her virgin ass, but clearly he's got this all figured out.

  "Oh," she hesitates.

  "Once he breaks you, I’ll stretch your ass even further. By the time I'm done, you’ll be perfectly molded for my very big cock,” he grins.

  I laugh.

  Amelia shivers.

  “Fuck, you’re going to scare her,” I reprimand.

  "I know."

  "Bastard," I volley.

  “Seriously, sweetie, for your first time, I want to be the one holding you in my arms, kissing your climax when Holden makes you come," he smiles. "We have the next three days together and a whole box of condoms to go. Did I mention we bought the supersized bottle of lube?" There he goes, grinning like the devil again. This time Amelia rewards him with a hearty belly laugh. "How does that sound to you?"

  "I guess I'm okay with that," she says.

  “Nervous?” I ask, picking up on the trepidation in her voice.

  She nods. "I'm not sure why, considering I'm the one asking for this."

  "Don't worry, we’ll take it at your pace. Stop when and if you need to," I say, to erase her fears. "Are we clear?" I press.

  "Yes," she smiles.

  “We’ll make it good for you,” Brandon promises.

  "We absolutely will," I stress.

  I was partially joking earlier when I warned Brandon that he might have to call the paramedics. The visual of watching my cock sliding into her ass will surely stop my heart cold.

  Tonight, the girl of my dreams not only becomes our girlfriend, but she succumbs to both of us at the same time. A man can’t ask for much more.

  "Let me sheathe and you’ll straddle—"

  "No. Wait," Amelia interrupts Brandon mid-sentence.

  "What is it?" he asks.

  “You’re my boyfriends now."

  "I think we've established that," I reply.

  "I've never had sex without using protection…"

  "What are you saying, sweetie?" Brandon’s voice is dangerously low.

  “I'm clean." She clears her throat before continuing. "Now that we’re official," she accentuates her words with air quotations. "Maybe we don't need to use condoms anymore.” My eyebrows hit my forehead with force. “I've been on the pill for a very long time, so there won’t be any little baby Navy SEALs running around London any time soon," she laughs.

  I turn to Brandon in shock. He returns my bewildered look.

  "What the fuck?" The words just spill out of my mouth.

  "Are you sure?" At least Brandon has the presence of mind to rephrase that.

  "I am." She nods vehemently. "Are you clean? I mean have you ever been with a woman without using protection?" She worries at her lower lip, which contradicts the confidence she just displayed.

  "Yes. No. Yes."

  It's mass confusion. My best friend and I trip over all our words. For two alpha males, we’re doing a shitty job at expressing ourselves.

  "Let's try that again," I suggest. "I've always used protection since the first time I've ever had sex," I reassure her.

  "There’s
no way I would even consider touching a woman without being wrapped up," Brandon affirms.

  “You should also know that Brandon and I get tested regularly. Even though we’re extremely careful, we still do. It’s an old habit from our days as Navy SEALs,” I point out.

  “Good to know,” she nods.

  “I guess just like with everything else between us, it’s different with you, sweetie because I’m actually considering this,” Brandon shakes his head. I’m sure he’s as amazed as I am. “Holden, what about you?”

  Instead of answering him, I place my hands on Amelia’s shoulders and bore my eyes into hers. “Are you sure you want this?” I reiterate my best friend’s earlier question.

  “We’d be taking this relationship to a whole other level,” Brandon highlights.

  “I’m ready for that.” A wicked sparkle veils her green eyes. “I want you to fill my pussy and my ass with your huge cocks, and I want to feel your warm cum gushing inside me when you come.”

  Well hell. This woman is too good to be true.

  “Jesus Christ,” Brandon hisses.

  “This is so fucking kinky," I growl. "A threesome in a sex club. And bareback, may I add.”

  "You told me to ask and I shall receive. That’s my fantasy."

  “And it’s officially mine now,” I marvel.

  We all laugh.

  "You truly are our dirty little princess." Brandon blinks at her in disbelief as if it's only now that he fully realizes that.

  "You wouldn't want me any other way," she challenges.

  “Damn right," we exclaim in unison.

  "Not that I don't find your invitation incredibly tempting, but since this is my first time taking your ass, it's best if I wrap up. If I don't, I might not last more than thirty seconds," I chuckle. The thought of nothing between us has my cock already dripping with moisture. All in good time. “Sit on Brandon’s cock and I’ll get your ass ready,” I say impatient to feel her tightness around me.

  “Okay,” she says with a small smile.

  I walk towards the large armoire to the left of the room. Chris already explained where everything was when he gave us a tour. I grab the bottle of lube and stride back to the bed just in time to witness her swallow Brandon’s naked cock. The fact that she’s squatting on the bed and still wearing those sexy as all getup ankle corsets adds to the hedonistic visual. My balls constrict in response.