When he forced a slick finger inside her, she instinctively tensed. Should she allow him to keep going? Regardless, she enjoyed the way Dom held her down, and her clit hummed when he’d spank her. So she continued to fight and struggle. She knew if she really wanted to stop they wouldn’t think twice, which was why she could enjoy their game.
“Stop that, Steph. Relax your muscles.” Grayson’s voice was deep and commanding. The sound settled in her womb like a fluttering of butterflies. How could she deny him? She tried her best to not tighten up, but she continued to fight Dom. She could feel his dick tapping her stomach like an iron rod. Her mouth salivated with her unexpected desire to suck on it.
Even though she could scarcely see with the water rushing over her head and hair, she knew she was completely exposed, her ass in the air as she lay bent over a cop’s lap. If Tammy knew about this she’d start laughing and never stop. Stephanie had had the same reaction when her best friend announced she had fucked the entire fire station.
Smack, smack, smack.
Dom was not impressed when she pinched his toes. The combination of discipline and a finger probing her ass was surreal. She couldn’t stifle the moan which escaped her lips in time.
“Let’s get her to bed. I’m getting water logged,” said Grayson. He slowly pulled out his finger and then continued to soap and wash her body. His hands were cruel when her skin was so hypersensitive. She wanted sex and ultimate satisfaction.
After they’d finished washing up, both men worked together to dry her with two oversized blue towels. They had the lingering scent of spicy cologne. She felt like a princess, so surrounded by male attention.
“Not there!” she blurted when Dom was about to dry between her legs. She was likely to orgasm from just a touch at this point. He stood up straight, looking down on her. His eyes appeared glazed over in an erotic spell.
“Do you want me to carry you?” asked Dom.
“I can walk.” She tucked one of the towels around herself and followed the men out of the bathroom. The difference in temperature made her skin break out into gooseflesh.
The bedroom she entered was decorated in hunter green. It was soothing, a color that calmed the nerves. There was no collection of weapons or pictures of half-naked women. It was tasteful and comfortable.
“Whose room is this?” she asked, wandering the perimeter. There wasn’t much to personalize the room such as photos or trinkets, not like her room at her apartment.
“Mine,” said Grayson. “You like it?”
“I do. It’s peaceful.”
“You’re the first woman to set foot in here.” He came up behind her. She could feel the heat of his breath before his hands around her waist confirmed his presence. “That means a lot.”
She turned in his arms. “Does it?”
He didn’t answer but began to kiss her neck. She tilted her head to give him more access. She was still under their spell, easily slipping back into an orgasmic realm.
“You have the right to remain silent,” said Dom from beside them. “But I doubt you’ll exercise that right tonight.” When she looked at him, he was swinging a black police baton and he had his officer’s hat on and nothing else.
They steered her to the queen-sized bed until the mattress hit the backs of her legs and she dropped down to her bottom. Both men were intense now, any hint of humor vanquished. “Open your legs, little one,” said Grayson. She crawled backward to the center of the bed.
“Let us play with you, Steph.” Dom crawled after her, the muscles in his broad shoulders bunching and biceps bulging as he supported his weight on his arms.
“I’m not a toy.” But she was. Tonight she would be their plaything, and men rarely invested in fast women. She’d set herself up for failure before she even had a chance at love. All she could do now was enjoy the ride.
Grayson held one of her bent knees open. “We’re going to have some fun. You’ll like it.” He winked at her. “If it’s ever too much for you, just say purgatory.”
“Good idea,” said Dom, securing her other knee. Her pussy was exposed to both of them. He trailed kisses along her thigh. “That’s your safe word, Steph. Don’t use it unless you want us to take you home. Things can get rough and tumble, but I doubt you’ll want us to stop.”
“What exactly do you plan to do to me?” She grew apprehensive once they started talking about safe words. Who were these guys? Weren’t cops supposed to be wholesome family men, the example for all society? But here they were—real men with real needs.
Dom held up his night stick. “It’s clean.”
Her breathing picked up. “What are you going to do with that?”
He lowered his head between her legs and kissed her clit. Her entire body jolted to life. “Play.” Dom drizzled some clear lube from a small tube onto the tip of the baton. It was black and appeared covered in thick rubber. She’d always envisioned them as simple wooden sticks, not complex instruments with different rows of bumps and ridges. It appeared more like a sexual toy than a defensive weapon.
Dom ran the end up and down along her folds. The light from the hallway provided most of the illumination as heavy drapes blocked the light from the bedroom windows. Even with the dim lighting, she could see the blue of Dom’s eyes as he stared at her. He barely blinked as he impaled the first few inches of his nightstick into her cunt. It was cold, stiff, and unforgiving. She wanted cock.
He began to work the stick into a fast pace, imitating the sex act, suckling her clit with his mouth at the same time. Her body began to heat from the inside out. She was burning up, her skin glistening in a sheen of sweat.
She thrashed her head side to side. “Give me the real thing,” she cried. Playing was nice…for so long. She wanted it hard and fast. Wanted to feel Dom’s hard chest pressed against her as he fucked her. There was something addicting about skin-to-skin contact, kissing, and promises. Dom had given her everything, luring her in like Gretel to the witch’s cottage. Would her cop prove to be something as deceptive once the lust settled?
“What’s that?” Grayson’s goatee scraped her nipple as he kissed her breastbone. “Say what you want, Ms. Vasquez.”
“Don’t call me that.”
“What do you want, baby doll?”
“Sex.”
“That’s very vague,” said Grayson.
Dom left his nightstick protruding from her pussy and joined his partner near her face. They were both impossibly handsome, mirror images of each other. One darkly masculine, the other a dirty-blond, blue-eyed version. They reminded her of ravenous wolves, beautiful wolves. She’d welcome being eaten alive by these two.
“Say it,” whispered Dom. “Tell us what you want and we’ll give it to you.”
Chapter Nine
Dom could practically smell her desire. It was sickeningly sweet, taunting him. He loved to use toys in the bedroom, but the full arsenal would have to wait for another day. He’d had a hard-on for Stephanie since he first saw her luscious ass walking up the hallway at the Heartland Tribute. Or maybe since that very first day they’d pulled her over. It didn’t matter when his desire began to mount. He needed to get laid within the next couple minutes. It was unnatural to hold off so long with temptation right under his fingertips.
“I want a real cock. Not a lifeless stick.”
“Any cock?” he asked.
She shook her head. “Yours.”
“Good answer.”
He slipped the billy club out of her pussy. It was one of his new deluxe models, perfect for play. He’d always fantasized about using it on a woman. Grayson moved aside so he could mount Stephanie properly. No one was getting between him and his release at this point. Without additional foreplay or hesitation, he grabbed the root of his cock and guided it into her slick heat. He groaned aloud as he filled her to the hilt. She hugged his erection like a second skin.
Dominic lowered over her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his hips. He nuzzled her nec
k, breathing in the scent of her vanilla perfume. Everything about her was femininity at its finest.
“More,” she demanded. He didn’t hold back. Dominic began to work her pussy, thrusting in and out like a finely tuned machine. He had enough energy to go all night long, but he doubted he’d last long tonight.
As he fucked her, he was transported to a new plane of reality. The way her nails lightly scraped the back of his neck, the sweet grip of her cunt around his cock, and the breathy moans close to his ear—they all contributed to his heightened state of arousal. He nipped her earlobe, combing his fingers into her long hair as he worked his hips harder, faster.
He couldn’t help but wonder if this was just sex for Stephanie. As easily as they’d bedded her, she didn’t seem the type to run around with a new man night to night. He’d grown very attuned to personality types from his line of work. Nine times out of ten he could identify a prostitute, cheater, thief, or liar just by their body language and choice of words. Stephanie was a good girl. Or perhaps a good girl gone bad.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he said, his words slurred as if drunk. Why did I just say that? It seemed simple enough—he wasn’t twenty with the whole world ahead of him. At thirty-four, it was time for him to start thinking about settling down, selecting a woman he’d like to spend the rest of his life with. Random dates and one-night stands were becoming tiresome and unfulfilling. He could get used to waking up to Stephanie’s beautiful brown eyes every morning. He’d be able to devote himself to something other than his work. She’d give his life new meaning—if only she wanted him back.
“Don’t be greedy,” said Grayson, his hand landing on his shoulder. His partner wanted to join in, to finish what they’d planned. Should he embrace the possessive feelings flaring up inside him or push them away before they made him crazy? Grayson wasn’t a stranger, but his best friend, so he made his decision.
“Go slow with her.”
Dominic pulled Stephanie’s thigh up high on his hip after rolling them to the side. She was sandwiched between them and it felt completely natural.
“At first,” said Grayson, kissing the side of her neck. His friend was more enamored than he’d ever seen him. At first, Dominic thought it was because he’d finally got the girl he’d been fantasizing about. But it was more than that. Was it possible that his emotionally damaged friend was falling for Stephanie?
* * * *
Stephanie heard the spurt of lube and then felt the cool jolt of Grayson’s cock against her asshole. Deep down, she wanted this, needed this. But her fears continually mingled with her desires, making her leery. Both of these men were larger than life, masculinity at its finest. She wanted to feel both their cocks filling her at once, initiating her into a new realm of erotic pleasure. Her best friend never complained about taking four firefighters, so it couldn’t be all bad. In fact, the visual of both cops ramming into her with their hard, sweaty bodies did wicked things to her libido.
Her pussy clamped down around Dom’s cock in random bursts, exciting her.
“Is this new for you?” Gray whispered. He tongued the shell of her ear, transporting her to a dream-like realm.
She nodded, not wanting to break the spell by speaking.
“Then you’re in good hands. I’m an excellent teacher.” He rubbed his lube-covered cock up and down the crack of her ass. “Bear down. Don’t be shy.”
Stephanie only clenched around Dom again.
“She’s not listening,” said Dom.
“If you fight me, it’ll hurt. If you follow orders, your first time will be a very pleasant one.”
He pressed the tip into her tight anal ring. Her body was completely unforgiving, refusing him passage. “You’re too big,” she blurted, suddenly apprehensive.
Gray nipped her shoulder, his hand smoothing down her side and hip. He smacked the side of her ass, the fleshy sound filling the room. “You started this, baby girl. No turning back now.”
He impaled her ass with a moist finger, wiggling it inside of her. She gasped for air as a multitude of nerves reveled in his possessive breach. He began to fuck her ass with two digits, the friction strangely titillating. Dom had showed remarkable restraint thus far, not moving, only holding his erection inside her as Gray prepared her.
“You remember your safe word?” asked Dom.
She nodded. Stephanie had repeated the word over and over in her head so she wouldn’t forget it. She had no clue if she’d need to use it or not, but each moment that passed made her more confident in these men, more secure and trusting. Despite her newfound fears of anal sex, she refused to use the word. She didn’t want to go home and didn’t want the sequence of events to stop.
Dom kissed her, supporting the back of her head with his big hand. Each kiss was tender, his cock twitching each time the kisses deepened. She explored his body with a probing hand, testing the strength of every muscle within reach. It felt so good to have so much power under her touch. Every second brought her closer to a precipice, but she needed fuel to help her get past her fears.
Grayson continued to stretch her ass, scissoring his fingers and awakening her base desires.
“I think we should keep you,” murmured Grayson. She didn’t expect to hear such a confession from him. But they were just the words of a man on the brink, no promises attached. The thought of belonging to these men was a dream she refused to contemplate. Life had enough disappointments without creating them herself.
Dom’s tongue played in her mouth, his slight stubble scraping her cheeks. When Gray slowly slid his fingers free from her ass, she tried her best not to tense. After another dollop of lube, his cock begged for entrance once again. By now, her entire body was afire with need. Dom refused to thrust ever since Grayson joined them. She yearned to feel the power of their lovemaking, no holding back. Stephanie wasn’t a little girl. She had strong bones and solid curves. She’d be able to take a hard fucking by these two cops.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Gray muttered as he inched his way into her nether hole. The pressure was intense, but she knew there would be a reward to come. How could she ever dream to keep two virile men if she couldn’t even accept both their cocks? The lingering hope that they’d want her for more than sex wasn’t easy to extinguish.
“So tight,” grated Dom as the second cock slid along his. Only a thin membrane would be separating them. She felt so full, stuffed to overflowing. When Gray had fucked her to the hilt, she felt exceptionally dirty. Two of the most well hung men she’d ever encountered had their dicks balls-deep inside her. It was amazing.
“You okay, little one? Tell me when you’re comfortable.” Grayson spoke to her after a minute of complete motionlessness. His voice was deep and gruff, the essence of a male. The men only kissed and touched her, giving her time to adjust to the invasion. Occasionally, she’d tighten her walls to test her readiness. Their guttural groans gave her a sense of power. A ménage. She was actually participating in a ménage a trois. It was unbelievable.
“I’m ready,” she said. She’d past the point of no return. Even if it hurt, she’d welcome it at this point.
“Thank God,” said Dom. His fingers dug into her hip as he thrust hard into her pussy. There were so many sensations wracking her body. She could feel the first penis bend the second as they fought for space within her. The dual stimulation quickly built a powerful orgasm. It wouldn’t take her long to explode with both men giving her their all.
Her breasts pressed against Dom’s smooth chest, and she held on to his bicep to anchor herself. She was being pounded from both ends, her body jostling, the entire bed shaking.
Grayson moved slower than Dom. It amazed her that these badass cops took the time to ensure her comfort. Was she just another number to them? Or did they give her special consideration?
“More,” she finally said. Her boldness grew, her needs boundless.
Gray’s breath was heavy against the back of her neck. He licked the moisture off her shoulder as he beg
an to piston in and out of her body with Dom. They worked as a team of flesh and muscle. Their animalistic sounds, masculine scents, and rough handling were heaven sent.
“Come on, Steph. I can’t hold off much longer,” said Gray.
“Harder,” she chanted. It would take more to push her over the edge. She was close, already sailing along the preorgasmic bliss. Her pussy hummed, her release imminent.
“You’re perfect,” said Dom. “Shit…” His body stiffened as he filled her with his cum. She could feel it inside her like a brand. As he pulled out his cock, a sticky trail was left along her thigh.
“Just you and me now.” Gray flipped her to her hands and knees on the mattress, his erection still hard in her ass. With both hands gripping her hips, he began to thrust with determination. His balls slapped her ass, drips of his sweat dripping down onto her back.
She began to cry out as her orgasm mounted, but again, she had trouble getting to the finish line.
“Come,” he demanded. When she continued to whine and push back against his cock, he grabbed a handful of her long hair from behind. He rode her like an animal. The sting and barbarism of the act pushed her over the edge. She screamed when her orgasm finally ripped through her body, stealing every ounce of her energy. The force of her release stunned her. She was instantly addicted.
Gray collapsed over her back, bracing his weight off her body with his forearms. He kissed her damp skin, whispering something she couldn’t hear. She didn’t ask him because she was too weak to move a muscle.
There was only the rhythmic sound of breathing in the bedroom. Both men were beside her on the bed, spent from lovemaking. As her faculties slowly returned, she shifted to her side to study these men she knew so little about. Dom’s eyes were closed. He had a strong jaw and full lips. His dirty-blond hair was in disarray, his arm curved under his head as a makeshift pillow. She wanted to feel the strength of his shoulder, even kiss him, but she dare not disturb him when he looked so peaceful.
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