Good Cop, Bad Cop

by Lily Harlem

  We came to my dressing room. There was a big, sparkling gold star on the door with Miss India Moore written in black.

  “One second,” Lawson said.

  I waited as he swept the room with his keen dark gaze then gave me a curt nod. “All clear.”

  I smiled my thanks.

  Inside the quiet, still room, I kicked off my boots and peeled down my jeans. The scent of lilies filled the air. The dressing table was bursting with them as was another vase on the floor, beside a full-length mirror. I had hoped Jose and Dillon would be here already, but they weren’t and the room felt heavy with their absence.

  In the corner was a shower, more of a wet-room it was so big. Black tiles, silver taps, glass partition, and even a molded seat, with massage jets in the corner. But it wouldn’t have mattered if it had been like the ugly one in the villa on the island. I needed to get in it, fast.

  Stripping my shirt and underwear as I walked, I relished the cool floor on my aching, hot soles. Dancing in heels was never good for my feet and I would never get used to it. The water was set to blistering hot so I turned it to lukewarm, tipped my head back and enjoyed the sensation of it streaming down my body, washing away the sweat and the grime of the day.

  The shampoo was coconut-scented and I filled my hair with bubbles, thinking of the extra two nights Jose and Dillon had kept me on the island with them. I’d used coconut sun lotion then. Of course, phone calls had been made for us to extend our time together, but it seemed they were pretty efficient at pulling strings, getting what they wanted.

  Who was I to complain?

  “Hey, pretty lady.”

  I gasped as a big pair of hands slid around my waist. Opened my eyes only to shut them again when they were flooded with bubbles.

  “Jose,” I gasped.

  “Mmm, you haven’t completely forgotten who I am then?”

  “Of course not.” Hurriedly I sluiced away the shampoo under the heavy stream of water.

  “You’re looking particularly gorgeous tonight, all hot and wet and naked,” he said against my cheek.

  I opened my eyes properly. The water was plastering his dark locks to his head and filling his eyelashes with droplets. His tan was denser than ever and his body shone like a bronze shield.

  “Did you enjoy the show?” I asked, slipping my arms around his neck and squeezing my breasts into his hard chest.

  Oh, God, the feel of his skin on mine…

  “We missed it, baby. I’m sorry. We just flew in from Miami.”

  My heart dropped a little. I’d hoped they were somewhere in the audience as I’d been waving and singing.

  “Next time, I promise.” His lips touched mine.

  I sighed and kissed him back. I would forgive him just about anything if he kissed me, naked, in a shower. “Are you okay?” I asked when we broke the kiss.

  “Yeah, fine.”

  “No more…?”

  “Nope, my head is completely in the moment.” He smiled and I could tell by the sincerity in his eyes he was telling the truth.

  My heart swelled further. Since that time on the boat Jose’s spacing-out episodes had stopped completely. Dillon said it was because I was helping him look to the future. I hoped that was true, but I also thought talking about the past rather than keeping it bottled up helped too.

  “Where’s Dillon?” I asked, glancing over Jose’s shoulder.

  “He just wanted to check a couple of things with Lawson. He’ll be here any second.

  A movement near the dressing table caught my attention.

  Dillon. Good.

  “Have you missed us, baby,” Jose said, running his hand down the curve of my back and squeezing my butt.

  I pressed closer, loving how his cock, erect and ready, pushed onto my belly. “More than you’ll ever know.” It was the truth. Without them I didn’t feel complete. Despite having more than most people could ever dream of having, there had been a hole in my life without them in my bed at night.

  Dillon stepped into the shower, his cock hard and heavy, jutting from his pubic hair. He, too, was more tanned that when I’d last seen him and his azure eyes appeared all the more stunning because of it. His expression as brooding as ever.

  “I hope you’re not tired,” he said, curling one side of his mouth into a drop-dead sexy grin.

  “Not at all.” I reached for his face, rested my palm on his stubbled cheek and accepted the lingering kiss he sent down.

  Suddenly everything felt right in my world. Four hands roaming my body, two men wanting me, our three hearts beating as one.

  “Sorry we missed the show,” Dillon said.

  “It’s okay.” He didn’t say it with the conviction Jose had. But that was okay. To Dillon I was just me. My stardom did nothing for him other than it meant he had to take extra measures to protect me. “Perhaps I can give you a private performance later, ah…” My words were cut off as Jose slipped his fingers between my legs.

  “Mmm,” Jose said, “you’re wet with water but also creaming too.”

  “Do you want us?” Dillon rumbled into my ear.

  “Yes.”

  “Both of us?” Jose asked, circling my clit.

  “Yes, always.” My breathing was ragged, my body hot, feverish despite the cool water. Jose’s touch was like a hotwire to my pussy to start it trembling with need.

  “Good, ’cause you’ve got us,” Dillon said, scooping my breast into his palm and squeezing. “And the door is locked.” His mouth found mine.

  I fell into Dillon’s kiss. His dark, decadent flavor was intoxicating. I could do nothing to resist.

  “Suck us, baby,” Jose said into my ear. “We’ve both been thinking of your mouth on us, on the flight here.”

  Dillon pulled back and looked into my eyes. “Made me so fucking hard on the plane.” He clenched his teeth. “Thinking of how you do that other thing too.”

  “Good,” I said. “Hard is exactly how I want you.” I rested my hand on each of their sternums, pressed, and backed them into the wall. Loving how they submitted to my will, letting me control them for a change, despite the fact they were both so damn big. “You ready?”

  “Yes,” Jose said, licking his lips.

  Dillon hesitated.

  “What?” I asked

  “I want this.” Dillon handed me a black rubber plug. “You know where.”

  Oh fuck.

  “Really?” I asked, trying to act cool. But damn! How fucking horny would it be to invade his asshole with a butt plug? He was fond of reaming mine, and of me fingering his. But that? It was considerably bigger than my finger, or even two of my fingers.

  “Really,” he said.

  I stared into his eyes. Damn, these guys pushed me to such delicious extremes.

  I took it from him, feeling the dense weight and the smooth texture. “I’m going to suck you both first, though, okay. I want you in my mouth.”

  “Ain’t going to complain at that plan,” Dillon said, worrying at his bottom lip with his teeth.

  It occurred to me it had taken a lot for him to ask me to use the plug. And in front of Jose too, though Jose didn’t appear in the least bit surprised or put off by it.

  Who was I kidding? These guys knew everything about each other.

  I slid to my knees, kissing and stroking over both of their abdomens in turn, then wrapped my hands around their rigid shafts.

  Jose buckled his knees, sliding his hand into my hair. Dillon groaned and clenched his fists.

  The water pounded onto my back, flooding over my shoulders, breasts and through the cleft of my ass. But all I could think of was the flavors of my men. I placed the plug on the floor, between my knees, then gobbled Jose into my mouth, rubbing Dillon with a firm hand.

  “Ah, baby, yeah,” Jose said, curling his fingers onto my scalp. “That is what I’ve been dreaming of.”

  I let him slip to the back of my throat, his slit gliding over my palate and his cock lodging tight. I set up small gulping movements,
just the way I knew he liked.

  He groaned. His shaft swelled and hardened further. I adored that I could do this to him, getting him to fullness so quickly.

  After a few minutes I pulled back and glanced upward with just the crown of his cock in my mouth.

  Two flushed faces stared down at me—Jose’s lips parted slackly, Dillon’s a tense straight line.

  I allowed Jose’s shaft to slip from my lips, caught him in my palm and set up a push-pull movement as I switched my attention to Dillon. My hair was full of their hands, stroking, tugging, urging. I couldn’t tell whose was whose.

  “Fuck it,” Dillon said, widening his stance as I sucked in his crown. “I’m always so close to coming on the first touch of your mouth.”

  Unable to answer, I scooped my tongue around his shaft and took him deep, tonguing the thick vein on the underside, which I knew drove him crazy.

  This time was no exception.

  “Damn, it’s too much,” he said, though his words didn’t match his actions. He pumped his hips forward, taking possession of my mouth. The hold on my head was firm. The sensation of them claiming me like this was so erotic. I wanted them to know I was theirs as much as they were mine. So what if a thousand fans thought they knew me.

  They didn’t.

  Only Jose and Dillon saw the real me.

  “Ah, baby, please now,” Dillon groaned.

  I knew exactly what he wanted.

  There was no resistance on my head when I pulled back this time. His cock slipped from my mouth and jutted into the air.

  I glanced up at Jose.

  He gave me a small nod and took hold of his cock, setting up the same rhythmic movements I’d been treating him to. “It’s okay,” he said. “I have enough control to wait a minute.” He licked his lips. “But not much longer than that.”

  Gripping the butt plug, I shoved at Dillon’s hips. “Turn around.”

  His face was dripping with water, and there was surprise in his expression.

  “Turn around,” I repeated, pushing him a bit harder. “And lift your foot onto the chair.”

  He did as I’d asked. I thought I saw a tremble ripple down the side of his body as he turned his back to me, but I couldn’t be sure. “Like this.” I cupped the back of his thigh then urged his knee to bend so that his foot was on the massage chair with the sunken jets.

  As he complied again, the globes of his ass parted before me. The shower water created a natural stream through the groove. His legs were hairy, but the wiry covering faded as it reached the under-curve of his buttocks. The skin there was smooth and soft, paler than the rest of his flesh, though the shadow running down his cleft was so enticing I couldn’t help myself. I leaned forward and licked it, top to bottom, right until I felt the puckered skin of his anus on the very tip of my tongue. I treated the clamped hole to several rotations, slurping and sliding through the water pouring down his back and butt.

  “Jesus fucking Christ,” he said, jerking away then pushing back for more. “India…”

  “Shh,” I said, touching where I’d just licked. “Here it is.” I pressed the tip of the plug to the center of the tight band of flesh, angling it slightly into his body. “Relax.”

  He wasn’t relaxed. He was a big bundle of tension, just the first bit of give was hard to get. I glanced up at Jose, worried for a moment as to what to do.

  Jose rested his hand on my shoulder, gave a brief nod and continued to jerk off.

  I had an idea. Quickly I reached for Dillon’s cock. Gripped it and began to stroke him to the same tempo as Jose was beating his shaft.

  Dillon shuddered. His fingers, which had been curled into fists, splayed on the tiled wall. I took my chance, pushed the plug harder and was relieved to see it disappearing into him. The tight wrinkles of skin stretched out, forming a perfect ‘O’ as the plug’s diameter increased in girth.

  My pussy was tense. Just watching the penetration was off-the-scale sexy.

  “Ah, fuck, that’s so much,” Dillon gasped. “Is it in yet?”

  “Nearly.”

  I sped up my ministrations on his cock. Eased in the last section until his anus popped closed around the base. Only a small flat T-bar remained. The sort that could be easily concealed by clothing if the wearer wanted to keep the plug inserted as they went about their daily business.

  “Oh, fuck, that’s intense.” Dillon rested his forehead on the tiles. He’d wrapped his hand around mine as I massaged his cock, increasing the tightness and speed. “Fuck, I’ve missed this kind of thing”

  “No need to miss it anymore.” I stood and kissed the ball of his shoulder.

  He lifted his head and faced me. A tight smile tugged his lips. “Your turn.”

  A shiver of trepidation shimmied through me.

  Jose’s hands were on my body, roaming hungrily, catching my breasts, touching my clit. I caught his kiss as he turned me and squeezed me close. He seemed ravenous, touching me everywhere, his tongue dueling with mine.

  “Bend over a little,” he said. “Toward me.”

  For a brief moment I wondered why. Then I was aware of Dillon, treating me to the same cleft lick I’d just performed on him. Down and down he traced his tongue, through the dip between my buttocks until he reached my anus. I shuddered and quaked, wanting more, wanting to pull away.

  Instead I froze.

  It was such an honest gesture, as I’d just found out, showing a lover how much you adored them. That there was no part of their body that didn’t make you want to kiss it, worship it.

  “Ah, yes,” I gasped onto Jose’s lips and clung to his shoulders. “Oh, Jesus.”

  Dillon was probing my rim, the tip of his tongue more inquisitive than mine had been.

  I groaned and felt my knees give as Jose rubbed my clit, several lusciously strong rotations. “Please, fuck me, both of you, please.”

  I need it now.

  Dillon moved back, wrapped a hand around my waist and pulled me with him. Jose followed and I was aware of Dillon sitting on the molded chair with the massage jets.

  “Ah, fucking hell, that feels crazy.” His grip on me tightened.

  I turned and saw him shifting his hips, the plug in his ass obviously touching new nerves as he’d sat. His comment had been nothing to do with the spurts of water coming from the small silver holes.

  “Come here,” he said to me in a throaty voice. “Sit on my cock.”

  I didn’t need asking twice. Perhaps I was going to give Jose head as I rode Dillon. I was never quite sure what they had planned and sometimes wondered if they discussed it beforehand or if it all just came naturally.

  With my legs between his I went to sit, angling my pussy over his cock.

  Jose held my face. I looked up into his dark, desire-heavy eyes and marveled at how the droplets of water beating down on us were hardly noticeable anymore. We were all so intent on coming together, being as one.

  My pussy connected with the tip of Dillon’s rigid erection. But just as I was about to impale myself, he eased me forward so his cock-head was skimming my back-hole.

  “I want your ass,” he said, gripping my hips. “I need to be in your ass.”

  Oh, God, like this? I had to just sit myself down on his cock and let it slide into me?

  He’d fucked me there before, but steadily, gently easing in, once while Jose had licked my pussy until I’d cried with ecstasy and cared about nothing else but what they were doing to me.

  “Sit on me,” he said again, lust laying in his tone like heavy, clogging treacle.

  Once again, I steeled myself. I could do this.

  Jose hooked his thick forearms under my armpits, holding me up. Dillon parted my ass cheeks, stretching my hole before he’d even penetrated it.

  “Oh, God,” I whimpered as he eased in that first bit, his cock hot and hard and seemingly impossibly wide.

  “Shh, good girl,” Jose soothed, pressing his lips to my forehead. “Take it easy.”

  I grabbled for hi
s shoulders, held on and allowed myself to drop the next inch at my own pace. It felt heavenly and depraved at the same time. Heated and chilled, pain and bliss. The groans whirling up from my chest were guttural and primitive. The noises Dillon was making were animalistic.

  As the flare of his glans popped into me, I realized I was as stretched as I was going to get. Now it was all about filling. I could do that—in fact, I adored it.

  I dropped my weight faster, suddenly impatient to feel that fullness.

  “Ah, Jesus, yes,” Dillon groaned, palming and groping my breasts. “Fuck, you’ve taken all of me this time.”

  This time?

  He’d obviously been building me up on other occasions. No wonder I felt so mind-blowingly stuffed right now. And I knew I’d taken all of him. I was sitting flush on his lap, his pubic hair touching my ass cheeks.

  “Come here,” Dillon said. He urged me to recline so my back was on his chest.

  I twisted my neck, kissed him, scrabbling for Jose at the same time. There was nothing relaxing about my position. I wanted to grind and bounce, get some attention to my clit and G-spot.

  “Don’t worry, I’m here and I know what you need.” Jose was pressing his mouth on mine too. He was over us, his chest against my breasts.

  “Open your legs,” he said. “Let me in as well.”

  Jesus, now I knew what they had planned. No doubt plotted the whole mission to double penetrate me and fuck me stupid on the plane on their way from Miami. I could just imagine another passenger overhearing.

  Who cares?

  My cunt was on fire, weeping my juice and desperate for Jose’s shaft.

  “Yes,” I mumbled into his mouth. “Oh, God, I love you both so much.”

  “And we love you,” Jose said, positioning his cock at my entrance. “More than you will ever realize.” He shoved in. Thick and fast and glorious. One wild shunt that rode right to the hilt.

  His frantic entry shifted me on Dillon and we both cried out. A cacophony of sensation whirled through my pelvis. They’d stuffed me full before, but this was different. Dillon in my ass, Jose in my cunt.

  Can life get any better?

  “Ah, fuck, baby, you’re so tight with Dillon in your butt,” Jose gasped, the tip of his nose touching mine. “Like, fucking hell, you’re only just taking us.”