by Parker Grey
I open wide, accepting his cock between my lips, licking and sucking at the thick head as Kieran fucks me, Beckett’s hand still in my hair.
Slowly, I rock back and forth between the two men. With every back stroke I take more of Kieran, moaning into Beckett’s cock with pleasure, and on every forward stroke I push my lips down Beckett’s shaft.
Soon, I’m moving faster, a little less awkwardly, licking and slurping at Beckett, listening to him moan and growl, hearing Kieran’s breathing get faster and faster.
It’s fucking incredible, taking both of them at once. It’s everything I thought it would be and more, even as my eyes are watering and Beckett is grabbing my hair, growling at me.
“You’re so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth,” he growls. “And you’re even prettier when he fucks you from behind.”
“You’re our dirty girl,” Kieran says, his voice labored. “You know that there’s a spot deep inside your cunt that makes your whole body throb when I hit it just right with my cock?”
Suddenly, they both thrust in at once, changing the rhythm, mouth and pussy both totally filled. I look up at Beckett, eyes streaming with tears, but despite that, there’s nothing I’d rather be doing.
Kieran’s cock hits that spot again, my whole body shaking with the tremors. I’m so close, every nerve in my body alight and on fire.
“Come with us inside you,” Beckett orders, his voice rough. “We both want to feel you when you hit that climax.”
They fuck me again, driving me even closer, pussy drooling around Kieran, greedily shoving my mouth down Beckett’s cock because I want them too, I want to feel them both come inside me, hard and furious.
They do it again and again, and then suddenly I’m spinning right at that edge and tilting over it, plunging off into the abyss. I moan around Beckett’s cock, feel Kieran grip my hips even harder as my pussy clenches around him.
“God, you feel so good,” Kieran gasps. “Just fucking perfect.”
I’m still shaking and gasping, the climax still rolling through me like an earthquake, my elbows close to giving out and dumping me onto the bed.
But I want this, want to feel and taste them, so I take Beckett into my mouth, sucking as hard as I can, my whole body begging for him to give me this.
Behind me, Kieran growls, and then I can feel him shudder and come, his cock jolting again and again inside me as Beckett holds my hair in his fist, pushing himself against the back of my mouth, unrelenting.
He gasps, teeth clenched, and then he comes in a hard torrent, and I swallow again and again, his salty-sweet liquid flowing down my throat at the same time as Kieran empties himself in my pussy.
I keep sucking Beckett until he pulls out, sucking and licking his cock as he pulls it from my mouth. Kieran pulls out, too, and I can feel his sticky fluid run down the inside of my thigh.
Beckett takes me by the shoulders, pulls me up gently, and together they lift me to kneeling. I feel like I’m made of leaves and twigs, like I might blow away at any moment if they’re not careful, but they are. Beckett holds my hips and Kieran takes me around the shoulders, both pressing their lips to me reverently.
As if they didn’t just fuck me like the dirty girl I am now.
As if I’m to be treasured, cherished.
“How was your first time?” Beckett asks, his voice a gentle whisper.
I can only nod, words leaving me entirely. Kieran kisses the back of my neck, my shoulder.
“That was fucking perfect, Princess,” he whispers.
“Completely fucking perfect,” Beckett echoes, and he kisses me gently but deeply, his tongue exploring every crevice of my mouth while Kieran holds me from behind, my heart completely and utterly full.
Chapter Fourteen
Beckett
I wake up the next morning with Bianca’s hair still tangled in my fingers. I’m on one side of her and Kieran’s on the other, both of us curled protectively around her.
And strangely, it doesn’t feel bad. When I see her nestle into the hollow of his neck, her back warm against me, I’m not jealous.
Instead I’m... happy. Happy that the person I trust most in the world is the one on the other side of Bianca. I’m happy that we’re both here for, that we both want to keep her safe.
After a little while, Bianca wakes up too. She yawns, stretches, her warm supple body brushing against mine. On her other side, Kieran mutters something, also coming awake slowly.
Even when we were back in the army together, he could be hard to rouse. Not as hard for a civilian, obviously, but hard for a soldier.
In bed, with Bianca’s warm, naked body against me, I hold my breath. I’m hard already — morning wood — but having her right here, lithe and warm and fuckable, isn’t doing me any favors. Every time she moves, her ass rubs against my cock, and I’ve got one hand on her hip.
I’m not pulling her back against me, but I could. I’m not sliding my hand between her legs, biting her on the neck, and fucking her sweet wetness from behind before either of us is really awake, but I could.
“Morning,” I hear Kieran mutter.
“Morning,” Bianca murmurs back, then turns her head, rolling partway over and looking at me.
“Good morning,” she says again, her voice and eyes sleepy.
Now I grab her hip a little harder, pull her back against me a little more, so I can kiss her on her perfect red mouth, taste her once more. My hard, thick cock is already between her buttocks, and as we kiss harder and deeper and longer, I can feel her arch against me, like her whole body is begging for something.
Suddenly Bianca’s mouth comes open and she gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair. On her other side, I can just barely see Kieran’s hand on her breast, one rosy nipple between his fingers.
“I’d offer to wake you up, but you seem pretty awake already,” he says, a wolfish grin on his face.
Bianca just smiles and laughs softly, lying there between us.
“What kind of wake up did you have in mind?” she asks, tracing her finger down Kieran’s hard chest as I watch over her shoulder.
She goes lower and lower, her finger in his furry treasure trail now, until finally she’s right as his dick, sliding her hand around it in a tight fist. Just like I showed her last night.
As she does, I grab her hip in my hand even harder, pull her back against me, pressing my own massive, hard cock into her flesh as Kieran groans.
“It hasn’t even been twelve hours, you sweet dirty thing,” I whisper into her ear.
“Is there a time limit?” Bianca murmurs, her voice already breathless.
“Not for you,” I say, gently taking the shell of her ear in my teeth. “You can just say the word and we’ll be at the ready in seconds, Princess.”
I thrust against her shallowly, just to punctuate my point, and I can hear her breathing go ragged. Kieran pinches both her nipples at once, and now she moans, her voice breathy and barely awake but beautiful.
That’s enough for me. I slide my hands between her legs, up her thighs, until I reach her wet heat, gently taking her clit between two fingers. She’s already slick, still moaning, her back arching harder, like her body is begging to be fucked.
“You’re already dripping wet,” I say into her ear. “What did you dream about, Princess?”
“Was it us? You can tell us,” Kieran adds.
I grab my cock, guide the tip to her entrance. I’m so aroused I can barely breathe, my entire being suddenly focused into my shaft, about to slide inside Bianca for the first time.
She doesn’t answer the question, just moans again. Kieran ducks his head to her nipples, and I whisper into her ear again.
“Was it having my cock inside you again that you dreamed about? Did you dream I fucked you slow and hard until you came, and then you woke up wet, hoping it would happen?”
“Maybe,” she whimpers.
“Then it’s your lucky day,” I growl. “Because some wishes do come true.”
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br /> Bianca cries out as I slide inside her with a single hard stroke, filing her completely as her near-virgin pussy stretches around me, her muscles all contracting at once.
“Now you’ve had both of us,” I say into her ear. “Jesus, Bianca, you’re tight as fuck and you feel good.”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers.
I don’t stop. I don’t think I could, not for all the money in the world, I just dig my fingers into her hip and fuck her as deep and hard as I can, listening to her cry out and moan, back arching, her hands on Kieran’s cock while he licks her nipples.
“It feels so good,” Bianca moans. “I didn’t think it would...”
I pull her hair back just a little, the glorious thick black strands wrapped around my fist.
“Surprise,” I whisper into her ear, thrusting as deep as I possibly can. “Turns out you scream hard and come harder with my cock deep inside you.”
She writhes, her muscles fluttering, and even though I’m holding onto her as hard as I can, I’m losing my grip because this is a good angle for gentle, morning lovemaking but a bad angle for fucking, and the former’s become the latter.
I grab her hard, slam back into her, and let go of her hair. In one swift motion I roll onto my side, lifting her in front of me, and Bianca yelps as suddenly she’s straddling me in reverse cowgirl, looking back at me in surprise.
I wink at her. She folds her legs underneath her, grabbing my knees, and then she starts riding me.
It takes her a few moments, because she’s awkward at first, not quite sure how to move her body, but then I hit that spot inside her and everything changes. She moans and rocks back and forth, rolling her hips, pushing herself up and down on my cock like she can’t get enough, moving fast and hard and like she needs something I can give her.
Then Kieran’s there, too, upright on his knees over my legs, and instantly Bianca’s hands are on his hips, stroking his cock, even as she bounces and rides and moans.
I grab her hips and pull her down, stilling her. Kieran pushes his big hand into her hair, both her hands around the root of his cock, and she leans forward. I can’t see what happens but from the way he groans, from the way her pussy clenches tight around me, I know she’s sucking his cock.
Fuck, it’s incredible. Kieran growls low, his eyes sliding closed, his fist in her hair as he guides her back and forth, her hands splayed on his thighs. I can hear her slurping and sucking him, leaning forward and taking Kieran into her mouth as she lets me slide out of her pussy, slow and sticky and perfectly torturous.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever woken up to, Bianca stuffed full of my cock while Kieran kneels in front of her. Her muscles are already fluttering and clenching around me, moans rising from her throat as her movements get faster, harder. Soon she’s slamming down onto me, sinking her tight little body onto me with her full weight with every stroke and I’m gritting my teeth, forcing myself not to release myself into her yet.
“That’s a pretty fucking sight,” Kieran growls.
“Come for us again, Bianca,” I gasp. “I can’t watch you like this much longer.”
She pushes herself down onto me again and I go deep, grunting and growling in response, my pure animal instincts engaged, and she tightens around me hard, the ring of muscle gripping me like a fist.
I shout. Bianca clenches again, her moan muffled by Kieran’s cock, and then she’s whimpering and fucking me faster and harder, her pussy fluttering and clenching and milking my cock while she rides me.
“Fuck me like you need it,” I growl, and by God, she does.
I come in a rush, grabbing her hips so hard I’m sure she’ll have bruises. Kieran’s knuckles in her hair go white and he pushes her face down onto him, as intense as I’ve ever seen him.
I think I may never stop coming, emptying spurt after spurt into Bianca as she swallows and swallows, Kieran coming just as hard into her mouth while she rocks back and forth, getting every last ounce of pleasure from us that she possibly can.
After a moment, she slurps Kieran from her mouth, and he bends down, kisses her on the mouth, my hands tracing gently down her back, caressing the spots where I may have bruised her just a moment ago. She rolls off me, a little ungracefully, then the three of us crawl back into position in her bed, and now it’s my turn to kiss her while she snuggles me.
“You still need coffee, or was that enough to wake you up?” I ask.
She laughs and wrinkles her nose.
“I could still use some coffee, I think,” she admits.
“Your wish is our command, Princess,” I answer her.
Chapter Fifteen
Kieran
For days, things go on the same way. Just the three of us, in my family’s hunting cabin, eating together and drinking together, reading tedious Griskoldian history books, watching the windows for dangerous robot squirrels.
There are no robot squirrels. Even though I know it’s a joke, every time that either Bianca or Beckett asks me if I’ve seen one, I roll my eyes and frown. Bianca even suggests that maybe we can invite them in and ask them to do the dishes, but I don’t respond to that either.
And we fuck. I can’t believe that I ever thought Bianca wouldn’t want us both, or that for some reason, she’d have to choose.
Even though she’s all breathy gasps, wide eyes and bitten lips, Bianca’s voracious. She’s almost as voracious for us as we are for her, and that’s a thirst that I don’t think can ever be slaked.
I wake up one day to her already straddling my hips, pussy wet, eyes dark with lust, and the moment my eyes are open, she sinks onto my cock and rides me hard, Beckett behind her the whole time, kneading her breasts while she moans.
Then once I come she’s on her hands and knees, over me, and I watch her face as Beckett fucks her hard and makes her come again.
For some reason, it’s even better than getting her to myself. Making her come and then watching her come, red lips parted and eyes fluttering in ecstasy, is twice as good as being the only man fucking her.
On the couch. In the kitchen. In the shower. Neither of us can get enough of her, and after a few days I’m beginning to wonder if we ever will.
After about a week, we’re out of everything. Not to mention that the three of us are slowly going crazy, trapped in the hunting cabin with little to do besides learn the most tedious parts of Griskoldian history.
There are only so many games of hangman you can play, so many discussions about the best kind of sandwich. There’s even a limit to how many hours sex can fill — sooner or later, you do need to eat.
“I think we need to go into Inversberg for supplies,” Beckett says one day, stretched out on the couch, a massive tome on his lap.
I sigh, sitting on the leather recliner next to the couch, flipping through a home-decoration magazine that dates from the late 1950s. It’s pretty clear when most of the decorations in this cabin came from, at least.
“I’m not sure it’s safe,” I say.
“Nothing’s happened yet,” Bianca points out, lying on her stomach on a rug in front of the fireplace.
“That doesn’t mean nothing will. Maybe they’re just waiting for us to go into town so they can kidnap you and—”
Beckett growls, so I just stop. Besides, I don’t want to imagine what could happen to Bianca — seeing her picture manipulated to look dead in that video was more than enough for me.
“Or, the whole thing was just a weird prank and they’ve already moved on to bothering someone else,” she says.
“They killed someone before you,” Beckett points out, sounding horrified.
“How sure are we it was the same group?” she asks, rolling onto her side.
My eyes follow her form: the way her breasts move under her shirt, the line her nipples trace underneath the fabric, the notch of her waist, the swell of her hips.
“Why would they take credit if it wasn’t them?”
Bianca shrugs.
“Because they want us
to think they’re always up to something? They think we should stay on our toes, never sleep well at night?”
Beckett shrugs.
“We’re here in this cabin, aren’t we? So they did manage to prevent me from making any public appearances for the past week, and God only knows how many upcoming weeks.”
“So you think they just want you scared, and that’s all,” I say, my voice still deep and dangerous.
“They haven’t done anything to make me think otherwise,” she says. “Besides, no one knows we’re here. Inversberg isn’t exactly a hub of innovation, either, from what I know.”
Beckett and I look at each other. As much as I hate to admit it right now, Bianca is right.
There’s not much in Inversberg. And if no one knows we’re here — which they don’t seem to, given that nothing has happened, there’s no reason for them to look there, either.
“We’ve got disguises,” Beckett points out.
“Ugh,” says Bianca.
“She’s got us,” Beckett says as well. “I dare some fucking computer nerd to try getting between her and the two of us.”
Also a good point.
“And we could stand to get out of the cabin,” Bianca goes on. “We’re driving each other a little crazy, and wouldn’t you love to read something besides—” She tilts her head. “Great Naval Feats of the Griskold Navy?”
She frowns. Beckett frowns.
“How is that a book?” he asks.
“Isn’t Griskold landlocked?” says Bianca.
I sigh, closing the book and tossing onto the floor in front of me.
“There’s a very large lake, and it’s a short book,” I say. “Lots of pictures.”
Bianca grins.
“So... we’re going?” she says.
Beckett and I look at each other again. He shrugs. I look away.
I still don’t like this, but I’ve always been a little more high-alert than my best friend. More than once, while we were serving together, I was overly cautious when I didn’t need to be. My danger-sense is tuned a little high, though if I’m being honest, his is a little too low.