by Krista Wolf
I bit my lip in frustration. I wanted to be there so badly! To put my arm around her, to make everything right. And to fix our problem too.
“How’s Dakota?” she asked.
I tried to smile. “He’s… Dakota.”
“Okay.”
“We miss you, Sammara. The both of us. We talk about you every day.”
Through the tiny screen I saw her body language change. Her shoulders slumped. She’d let go of something, and I could only hope it was something negative.
“I miss you too,” she finally said.
Now I did smile. She even almost smiled back.
“I have to go,” she said. “But keep safe. The both of you. Tell Dakota too, okay?”
“Yes,” I said quickly. “I will.”
I saw her nod again. She glanced down, to reach for the button.
“Sammara wait. Can I talk to Briggs?”
She looked over her shoulder. Nodded.
“Thanks. And hey, for what it’s worth?”
We locked eyes, and I saw sorrow. Maybe even understanding.
“I’m sorry.”
“Me too.”
There was a big blur of golden hair, and a moment later I was staring at Briggs’ ugly mug. A smiled forced my face wide. It was damned good to see him, even over nothing more than a tiny video screen.
“You done making our girl cry?” he sniped.
“Yeah yeah,” I rolled my eyes. “Like you weren’t the one who pulled the database query.”
He shrugged. “We all agreed to it. I just didn’t know you’d hide it from her.”
“Forget that for now,” I said. “I have news.”
I saw Briggs’ eyes light up. He leaned in close. “And?”
I glanced left and right in the darkness, then lowered my voice. “That thing we needed? That we’ve been looking for?”
He nodded eagerly. “Yes?”
“We have it.”
Fifty-One
SAMMARA
”My turn...”
Jason slapped me firmly on the ass as my lovers switched again. I was flat on my stomach, legs slightly apart. For over an hour now they’d been fucking me. Trading off whenever they got close, taking breaks whenever they needed to.
I myself never got any breaks. Not that I was complaining.
I’d lost count of the number of times I’d reached orgasm, and each climax seemed better than the last. At the moment I was sweaty and delirious, completely lost in a sea of strong arms and rock hard abs. Totally overwhelmed with the desire to come again.
You just can’t get enough…
It was true — I really couldn’t. The whole thing had become just that hot for me. Physical aspects aside, the very idea of screwing two guys at once set my pussy dripping. I suppose it was the ego-boost that came with simultaneously giving two men pleasure. The mental mind-fuck of being so thoroughly dominated — of being literally taken like a possession, from both ends.
But truthfully? I loved the control I had over them, too. Especially that moment their eyes screwed shut and I could bear down on them and feel them throbbing inside me.
They were two sides of an amazing coin. The control… and the surrender. That part was the most exquisite. I loved being tossed around and flipped over at will. Spread open and filled up and then temporarily discarded… until the next lover took his place between my warm, willing thighs.
“Open, baby.”
Jason pulled me up by the chin, reaching down to smear his slick cock all over my lips. I moaned as I tasted myself on him. It was something I’d never minded before, but now I was really learning to enjoy it.
Ohhhh…
At the same time, Ryan slid back into me from behind. I groaned as he filled me from within, gripping my hips in his two strong hands so he could guide me back and forth against him.
“God I missed this…” he hissed, slowing down in order to watch. “I missed this fucking pussy.”
He was eying the junction between our bodies. Watching himself plunge inside me. I tossed my hair back over one shoulder and flashed him a smile. “It missed you too.”
Ryan pumped in and out slowly, with deep, long stokes. His breathing was more rapid now. Every time he entered me he felt more heated, more excited. I knew he didn’t have long.
My body rocked forward. Thrust back. The rhythm came on naturally; a series of incredible, sensual back-and-forth movements that were just a little bit different than I had with Kyle and Dakota.
“Briggs take good care of this thing while I was gone?”
Our eyes met and I smiled mischievously. “Oh yeah.”
Four days. It had only been four days since Ryan came home, and already the three of us moved like a well-oiled machine. In that time they’d taken me so often I was almost constantly filled with come. Bedroom, living room, hallway… even the kitchen. It didn’t matter. My two boyfriends were continually horny and I was eternally wet. And truth be told?
I probably jumped them as many times as they jumped me.
Right now my brain was being taken over by the rising pleasure of a fast-approaching climax. The last one had been practically an out-of-body experience to the point where I wondered if I could handle it. Or if, at some point, I’d actually black out.
But first…
I stopped blowing Briggs, just long enough to reach up and pull his head to mine.
“You know that thing…” I breathed huskily into his ear. “That thing you wanted to do to me?”
His eyes searched his memory, but only for a moment. He nodded.
“I want it.”
He looked at Ryan, who’d apparently heard. The two of them grinned. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
They rolled me again, manipulating my body with such strength and power it sent a flash of heat through my loins. A minute later I was mounting Ryan. Straddling him with my hands on his chest, screwing down on him to get him as deep as he could go.
In the meantime, Jason had gone behind me. His arms slid around me, cupping my breasts, sliding over my nipples, which were hard and sensitive. He was kissing my shoulder… my neck…
Double-penetration.
It had been Jason’s idea. After having me to himself for weeks, he’d taken to the act of sharing me like a Navy Seal took to water.
“Lean forward,” he whispered, burying his face in my hair. I did, pressing my body against Ryan’s. “And remember… you have to relax.”
Relax! That was a laugh. Especially considering where I was going to be double-penetrated.
“Go slow,” I ordered sternly. “Super slow.”
I sighed as I felt it; the head of his cock, gliding slowly up and down along my asscrack. Luckily everything down there was already slick and wet.
“Easy…”
Ryan held me steady, his cock buried like a spike in my pussy. From behind, I felt pressure. Pressure… then discomfort, bordering on pain.
“You have to relax,” Jason said again. “I’m going to go ridiculously slow, trust me. But you have to let it in.”
Let it in. Yeah, like it was that easy! Jason’s thick cock. In my ass. With Ryan already buried inside me…
The idea was so wild, so reckless and slutty and amazing I’d been thinking about it non-stop since it was first brought up. And now here I was. Trying to relax… as the head of my boyfriend’s cock snapped inside. Groaning out loud as he pushed it centimeter by beautiful centimeter up my ass, where I could feel it gliding along the other erection nestled snugly in my pussy.
Ohhhh… ohhhh… this was a good fucking idea!
It felt even better than I imagined it would! So incredibly, unspeakably hot…
“OH MY GOD…”
Jason sank in all the way, moving with confidence and precision and control. A moment later he was pressing his body to mine, completing our junction.
“Oh my God oh my God oh my God…”
I was sandwiched between them. Both my holes, packed deliriously full.
The feeling was nothing I could’ve imagined, or described, or fantasized about ever wanting. But now that I had it…
“Fuck me…” I breathed, almost in a whisper. “But please… be gentle.”
It was tribute to my trust in them that we’d gotten this far. And my boyfriends? They didn’t disappoint. Ryan held me close to him while Jason went first, rocking me slowly, testing how much I could take. The push and pull of his cock in my ass felt so good it was ludicrous, made better by how full I was with someone else inside me.
“You like it honey?”
I nodded, my hair shaking everywhere. It must’ve looked like a lion’s mane.
“Two guys inside you? One fucking your pussy, the other fucking your—”
“YES!” I screamed, all at once. “I like it! I love it!”
Jason bounced a little faster, placing his hands on my shoulders, as Ryan began thrusting into me from beneath. They had control over everything. I was a warm, helpless vessel, trapped between them. The grunting, squirming meat in a delicious man-sandwich.
“We’re going to come like this,” Jason whispered dirtily. “All up inside you. Filling you, Sammara. Filling you from the front and behind.”
“Yes…” I was so excited I could barely speak. “YES!”
My orgasm was coming on a freight train, unstoppable, unimaginable. I was actually worried it would be too much. That the contractions of my climax would squeeze them so hard I’d black out from the pain, or the pressure, or the feeling of—
“AHHHHHHHH!”
It happened so fast I didn’t know the order, until afterward when we all came down. Jason came first, buried so deep in my ass, his cock surging and spasming inside me, filling my ass with warmth and heat. The feel of him thrusting all the way in triggered my own climax, which rocked me so hard I saw stars for the next two minutes.
I remember my pussy convulsing, clenching and unclenching around Ryan’s throbbing hard dick. Each wave of pleasure knocked me mentally backward, flooding my brain with endorphins, sending me to cloud nine. It was like I was ascending. Rising up to a place where only pleasure existed in the purest, most concentrated form.
As I slowly came down, I knew anything and everything I had to do to get there again would be my lifelong priority.
Though I’d been riding Ryan, I woke up on my back. I was sated, sore. Elated and spent. My legs were still spread, and as I glanced down I could see a steady stream of hot come leaking from both my holes…
Ryan was gone. Jason however, was lying beside me with the biggest grin on his face.
“You want…” I groaned. “I want…”
I didn’t even know what I was saying. I’d come so hard, it felt like I was drunk.
“I was… I…”
“Shhh,” he smiled. “You’re delirious.”
It took another minute or two before I was coherent. In that time I just enjoyed the high, floating in and out of whatever place my mind was still clinging to.
“I want you to do something for me,” I finally said. There. A complete sentence!
Jason leaned and kissed me, throwing one big leg over both of mine. He cuddled in, pulling his body against me.
“Anything.”
I smiled and kissed him back. The word was simple, but powerful. I knew he meant it.
“Do you still have access to those computers?” I asked softly. “At… I guess… the NSA?”
He raised an eyebrow. Apparently it was the last thing he expected me to ask of him.
“Sure. Why?”
“Because I need you to get me something,” I said. “Some information.”
His expression crossed with confusion. He looked absolutely intrigued. “Okaaaaaay.”
“Actually,” I added, caressing his sexy stubbled face. “I need two things…”
Fifty-Two
SAMMARA
My hand shook as I punched the keycode. Three beeps sounded in quick, rapid succession. For a heart-stopping moment, nothing happened.
Then the gate lifted…
This is it. You’re committed.
Carefully, I guided the big truck around the tight turn. I wasn’t used to such a wide vehicle. The steering wheel turned easily enough though, and I straightened out as the gate closed behind me.
No, I thought to myself. Now you’re committed.
The truck idled. My breath caught in my throat. Three rows of storage units stretched out before me, all looking the same. I glanced down at the map… and chose the one in the middle.
A minute later there I was, stopped between units 356 and 357. Dim orange overheads spilled their light over the asphalt. The big, corrugated steel doors loomed like gaping mouths, all in a row.
I grabbed the bolt-cutters. My heart was pounding.
This stuff is yours, I reminded myself. It belongs to YOU.
I got out, summoning my courage. Even better, summoning my anger. Getting pissed off at Dawn had finally landed me here. Standing before a pair of strange storage units at 2a.m., somewhere out in Woodbay.
Cutting through the lock was surprisingly easy. The bolt-cutters were top of the line. I did both doors, then leaned them up against my box truck before rolling the back open.
Should I use the extendable ramp?
Shit. I wasn’t sure how to work it. The pieces I wanted were small, mostly. I figured I could get them in on my own. Then again, the truck was high. Much higher than it looked when I rented it.
You screwed up, Sammara. You really should’ve planned this better.
The anger at myself wasn’t helping. I channeled it into rolling open the doors to the storage units, as quietly as possible. I half-expected interior lights to blink on… but wasn’t all that surprised when they didn’t.
“You’re too fucking cheap Dawn,” I sighed, reaching back for my flashlight. “Always were.”
I thumbed the button and broke into a smile. There it was — all of it — every last piece. I saw the hope chest my father had given me, and had to choke down the lump of rage that formed in my throat.
She’d shoved it all in haphazardly rather than arrange it in any kind of order. But that was Dawn for you. Laziness was kind of her thing.
I stared at my favorite vintage table, the matching chairs. The crystal lamps I’d scored that paired perfectly with the big oval mirror, jammed into the corner. Some of it was covered properly. Most of it wasn’t. It was overwhelming. There was just so much that was mine.
You can’t take everything, I reminded myself. Just take the stuff you can’t live without.
I got to work, grabbing the most essential pieces first. The ones I’d loved and adored before I even met Dawn, the pieces — like the hope chest — that were undeniably mine.
After that, I went in size order. Small stuff, then medium, and eventually even some large. It was an ass-backwards way to load a truck, really. And it showed. In my quest to make sure I got as much as possible, I was rapidly running out of room.
Maybe I could make two trips?
No, it was out of the question. The unit I’d rented was too far away. It would be practically dawn by the time I went there, unloaded, and got back here. A funny play on words, actually.
BANG!
“OWW!”
The corner of the antique credenza dropped and I winced, cradling my crushed finger. Even empty, it was just too big to get on the truck by myself. I frowned in frustration and pain. I loved this thing! But I’d have to leave it.
“Fuck you Dawn!” I cursed, probably for the fourth or fifth time. “You dirty thieving disgusting piece of—”
I heard a rumble. The loud squeal of metal grinding against metal…
The front gate!
I froze, pressing myself into the shadows of the cold metal wall. It was silly, really. Maybe I was invisible for now, but it’s not like I could hide my giant box truck… or the rolled open doors to two storage units.
My heart leapt into my throat as I saw the flash of headlights. They were rolling
down the middle row. My row!
SHIT!
Did the place have security guards? Were they doing a routine check? I couldn’t believe I hadn’t looked into that! Still, it was impossible for anyone else to be here. The keycode Jason provided me was the manager’s bypass — the only way to open the gate during non-business hours.
The loud rumble of an engine chugged down the middle row. I heard the squeal of air-breaks as the vehicle rolled to a stop just behind mine.
Fuck this.
Anger welled up within me. This was my stuff! I wasn’t stealing anything! Whoever was out there, maybe I could make them understand. Maybe I could make them—
I stepped out… just in time to see a man jump down from the cab of the truck. He was big. Menacing. Scary-looking, even silhouetted against the headlights.
A flashlight clicked on. It shined directly into my face, blinding me. Forcing me to cup my hand over my eyes.
“Ahem!” A masculine throat cleared. “Did you uh… need anything miss?”
Fifty-Three
SAMMARA
I was trembling. My tongue totally tied. I cringed a little as the passenger door opened and someone else jumped down from cab. Together, the two men finally stepped into my line of vision… and my heart soared.
“Ryan! Jason!”
Relief flooded through me. And happiness. And confusion.
“What the hell are you doin—”
“So you rent a box truck,” Jason interrupted. “And you rent a storage unit. And then you ask me to get you the keycode to this place.” He smiled and folded his arms. “Then you sneak out here in the dead of the night — somehow imagining we wouldn’t hear the beep of the alarm being deactivated — and now you act surprised when we show up?”
I shrugged awkwardly. It was pretty silly when you looked at it that way.
“I didn’t want to bother you,” I said. “Or involve you in something like this. T—The two of you could get in trouble!”
Ryan laughed. “That’s cute.”
“No, I’m serious! If the police showed up right now, we’re essentially robbing this place. Even if it is my stuff.”