by Krista Wolf
“Oh my God, they were watching my place!” I gasped. “Just like you and Holden said…”
He wasn’t even looking at the television. He was looking at his cereal, which was topped with a messy crumble of the chocolate wafer cookies I’d picked up at his request.
“Forget what I said about American cookies,” he said, pointing down with his spoon. “These things you bought here, in the red and gold foil packaging…”
“D—Did you…”
I nodded toward the screen. The newscast has already moved on to another story.
He ignored me. Wiped some milk from his beard.
“Randall!” I said sharply. “Did you have anything to do with that?”
His eventual shrug was almost imperceptible. He was still shoveling milk and cereal and cookie into his mouth. Crunching down louder than ever.
“Anything to do with what?” he mumbled, before turning to walk away.
Fifteen
ANDREA
The shampoo felt good as I massaged it into my hair. Real shampoo. The same kind I’d found my first week here, that left my hair shiny and full and—
“Move over, cupcake.”
My eyes flew open. They stung almost immediately with soap.
“Randall! What the hell are you doing?”
“Showering.”
It occurred to me we’d had this conversation before. Only this time he was under my shower stream. Half blind, rubbing my eyes, I could feel his hard, wet body slipping against mine.
“But—”
“The other shower’s broken now,” he said, pointing. “Look. Head’s missing.”
I looked. The shower head was missing.
“More like you probably unscrewed it,” I said accusingly.
He shrugged as he soaped up. “Six of one, half a dozen of the other.”
My vision returned and there he was, all soap and muscle and colorful tattoos. Both arms were sleeved shoulder to wrist, as well as the back of his left hand. I saw skulls, birds, dragons, flowers. A big anchor, inked into his ribcage. Further down near the curve his hip, a three-masted sailing ship crashed over white-capped waves against a bright blue sky.
His tattoos were hot, but I was more interested in the rest of him. Every inch of Randall’s body was cut with long, striated muscle. Hell, even his muscles had muscles. And he had that sexy ‘V’ down at his lower abdomen, too. The kind that pointed downward on either side of his pelvis…
… to what appeared to be a long, strong, beautiful cock.
“Move over,” he said, nudging me with his hip. “The hot water goes out fast, and you’re hogging it all.”
His legs brushed mine, and I stopped complaining. I noticed I wasn’t covering up my own nakedness anymore, either.
“Wash my back?”
This time I agreed. I let out a sigh of resignation first though, but it came out weak.
“Here, darlin’.”
Randall slipped the soap and washcloth into my hand. As he did he leaned forward, and our faces nearly touched. Our lips brushed for a brief moment — my false scowl against his smile — and then he was turning around. Revealing even more tattoos, more muscle.
“So you killed two people,” I said casually, rubbing him down. “Just so I could have my toothbrush?”
He didn’t answer at first. With the water still cascading over his shoulders, I saw him tilt his head slightly.
“Deodorant too,” he finally answered. “And that bag of feminine products. You know… applicators and pads and—”
I choked at the matter-of-factness of it all. I was flattered of course, and what he’d done had been sweet. Yet I was also a frightened by this man. Maybe even a little bit turned on…
“Honey listen,” he said abruptly. “Those weren’t people. They were Indigo.” I saw his body stiffen a little, his muscles going hard. “They were animals that worked for Kyrkos.”
My hands wandered down to his lower back. Holy shit, he had an incredible ass. Tight and muscular, but perfectly rounded too.
“I— I know.”
“Don’t feel badly for them. Those were the same people shooting at us last night.” He turned to face me. “They would’ve taken you without question. Without a single second’s hesitation, or afterthought.”
We were touching now. Our soap-covered bodies naked and exposed, pressing against each other.
Randall’s trademark grin returned. “Wash my front?”
I gasped as I felt it; his cock, trapped between us. At first it was pressed between my thighs. But now it was rising. Growing harder and thicker…
My hand moved down, taking him. Grasping him.
Stroking him…
Andrea, what are you doing?
“Tell me why you want Kyrkos,” I breathed. Our mouths were almost touching again. “What’s he done that the military is after him?”
“Not the military,” Randall said. “We’re no longer enlisted.”
I was distracting myself with words. Absolving myself of responsibility. As if in talking with him, I wasn’t really moving my hand up and down the length of his stiffening cock.
And God, what a cock it was…
“So it’s personal?”
Randall nodded slowly.
“What did he do to you?”
The ex-SEAL’s mouth changed again. His expression went uncharacteristically grim.
“Ask Holden,” he said.
His wet beard was tickling my face, my chin, my lips… I was close enough to kiss him now. It would be nothing to just pull him into me by the thick, throbbing root…
But I wanted an answer to something else first.
“When you found Holden and I together,” I practically whispered, “I—I noticed you weren’t jealous.”
He shook his head. The devilish smirk returned.
“You also said something else,” I went on. “You said ‘we’re doing this again’.”
My hand was still stroking. Still moving. Randall’s chin rose up and down in a slow nod.
“What did you mean by that?”
I shuddered uncontrollably as Randall’s hands slid down my hips. One pressed forward, nestling itself in the valley between my legs. “You really want to know?”
I nodded as I felt a finger curl its way upward. It slipped gently through my wet entrance, just barely parting my lips.
“Holden and I served together for a long time,” said Randall. “We shared a lot. So much, that I couldn’t even begin to go into it.”
The finger delved deeper, sliding inside. Curling into me, as I let out a short, strangled gasp.
“We shared women too,” said Randall. “One in particular that was very special.”
I gulped hard. “S—Shared?”
He nodded. A second finger slid alongside the first, and I sucked in a quick breath.
“As in… you both…”
“Shared her between us,” he nodded. “Took her together. Yes.”
The word ‘together’ caused my pulse to skip. His cock was rock-hard now beneath my grip, and poking directly into my belly. As he leaned in closer, placing his lips against my ear, his fingers plunged even deeper.
“We fucked her together,” he whispered dirtily. “However we wanted, whenever we wanted. We took her every chance we got, spreading her open, holding her in place so we could each have our way with her.”
His fingers were moving faster now, churning in and out of me. Lubricated by an all-new flood of wetness between my thighs.
“We took turns on her,” said Randall. “Is that what you wanted to hear? We plundered her body, over and over and over again. Nothing was off limits. She did anything we wanted…”
I was hotter than I’d ever been in my life. My pussy had to be a thousand degrees. I moaned out loud as his tattooed hand roamed over my breast. He cupped it roughly, pushing himself against me.
“She was our lover,” he breathed into my mouth. “Our woman. We did anything for her. We gave her everythin
g…”
He kissed me, and my whole world exploded. His lips were firm, but gentle. His tongue wild and wicked, every bit as restless and passionate as he was.
My head was spinning. Could I do this? I’d just been with Holden! And now…
All further speculation dissolved as Randall sank to the shower floor He kissed down my neck, my chest, my breasts, stopping to swirl one nipple with his tongue before nibbling it between his front teeth. And all the while the water, swirling down around us. Wandering in streams and rivulets as it made its way over my body, ever downward, to where he still had two long fingers buried inside me.
We took turns on her…
Before I knew it he was kneeling before me, burying his whole face in my sex. My knees went weak as I spread for him. Butterflies erupted in my stomach as I pulled him hard against me, sifting my hands through his thick, wavy hair.
She did anything we wanted…
His fingers churned. My head rolled back, into the shower’s warm spray. Randall held me against his face, clawing my ass with one strong hand as he pulled me into his mouth.
Then his tongue fluttered over my clit, and I saw a whole ocean of stars.
Sixteen
RANDALL
She came like it was the end of the world.
It happened in a rush, her body convulsing with electric aftershocks as I held her pinned hard against my tongue. And my tongue was everywhere. Eating her. Devouring her. Plunging deeply into her throbbing depths, while I curled my hands into claws to keep her against me.
And her ass…
God, it wasn’t enough that her ass was curvy and beautiful. It was firm and perfectly shaped as well. And tight, too. I knew this because I’d given up fingering her, in an effort to work both hands across the surface of those smooth, glorious cheeks.
Andrea moaned, arching into me, and I responded by slowly crawling my fingers between those cheeks. Everything was so wet. So absolutely drenched by how turned on she was. Eventually I’d reached the rim of her tight little asshole, where the pads of my fingers were implementing a steady, gentle pressure… right against her puckered entrance.
Then she climaxed… and at the penultimate moment I slid my middle finger inside, piercing her deeply.
She screamed like a banshee, her shrieks echoing loudly in the hollow, tiled room. But they were shrieks of joy. Shrieks of surprise bliss and excitement, as her body spasmed and her pussy contracted and she exploded hard into my face, against my writhing, swirling tongue.
Eventually she floated back to Earth, and I held her steady in my hands. The water cascaded down, pooling on my tongue. I was lapping her gently. Tasting the sweetness of her nectar, diluted by the alkalinity of the warm, surging water.
Rather than set her down, I scooped her into my arms. Then I carried her, still limp and glassy-eyed, back into the locker room area.
“You’ve never had that before, have you?”
She knew exactly what I meant. She shook her head numbly.
I smiled down at her and chuckled. “Next time it’s gonna be more than just a finger.”
We toweled off quickly, then I took her into my arms again. She slid her arms around my neck, kissing me hotly as I carried her straight to my bed.
Our bodies had barely hit the mattress and she was already spreading for me. Pulling me eagerly between her legs. Crooking one finger as I dragged the head of my cock up and down through her hot little furrow, made warm from the shower, made wet from me.
“Randall?”
I looked down at her and raised an eyebrow.
“Fuck me…”
I didn’t just take her, I plunged into her. As if going in slowly would’ve ruined the moment. Andrea bucked her hips upward to meet my thrust, and then she was fucking me… really, really fucking me, with an eagerness and desperation I hadn’t expected.
“Tell me more…” she whispered, clawing my body against hers. I felt her tongue, tracing itself along my outer ear. “Tell me more about how you… and Holden…”
She wasn’t just hot, she was molten. So warm and wet and absolutely yearning.
“Tell me how you fucked her,” she whispered. “Together. The two of you.” His voice was swimming with lust. “I want to know everything…”
Her hand slipped downward, worming its way between us. Then I felt it; her fingers, tracing lightly over my balls. This girl we’d rescued last night — this girl we barely knew, except from what we’d been provided, what her dossier had told us.
This girl that was now wrapping her body around mine, clawing me harder into her depths. Rolling her hips against mine. Urging me to fuck her.
Oh yeah, and fondling my balls with the very tips of her fingers… while whispering the nastiest things in my ear.
I screwed her hard and deep, not even hesitating when her cries of pleasure bordered on pain. She needed this. I needed this. It was probably more the latter than the former, but I didn’t even care. If I was being greedy, so was she. And so was Holden…
In the end I told her. I told her every sordid detail, every wild, twisted, crazy thing the three of us had ever done. I told her the things we’d made her do, the wicked games we’d played. How we’d dressed her up, and stripped her down, and tied her to the bed and ravaged her until she cried tears of joy. I told her how our sex-crazed shared girlfriend would beg us to double-penetrate her… over and over again… until she’d drained us inside her while squealing in pure, delirious ecstasy.
Andrea came again, in the middle of my storytelling. Her pussy fired off like a rocket, while never missing a single beat. I felt her hands closing over my scrotum, trying to coax the come from my balls. Squeezing and caressing with a gradually increasing pressure, until the slam of a metal door finally broke us from our rhythm.
As Holden approached, her head was upside-down. Her long blonde head hanging off the edge of the mattress. We both looked up at him as he stopped in his tracks. Both watched his expression change, as he saw what was going on.
But I never stopped fucking her. And to her credit, her hips never stopped fucking me back.
The look in her eyes was all glossed over, and very far away. She was lost in lust. Completely consumed by everything we’d been saying and doing to each other’s bodies.
I had to laugh when Holden paused to scratch his head. Andrea came to her senses just long enough to beckon him over. When he approached, without hesitation, she reached up and began undoing his belt.
“You told her about Donna, didn’t you?”
I rolled my hips, bottoming out hard on my latest thrust. Andrea groaned beneath me.
“Hey,” I chuckled. “She asked.”
Seventeen
ANDREA
It was like a dream, fucking them both. Being pinned between two beautiful men, their smooth, hard cocks gliding in and out of my body from both ends.
I’d been with Holden, and now I’d been with Randall too. That I should take on the both of them was a no-brainer, especially considering they had experience in exactly what they were doing to me.
Besides, it had always been a fantasy of mine. Wasn’t it everyone’s? At some time or another in their life, every girl wonders what it would be like. And here I was, not having to wonder anymore. For once, finally, doing something just for myself.
Honestly, I couldn’t have stopped myself if I’d wanted to. I was already too far gone. Between his incredible tongue and his talented fingers, Randall’s little trick in the shower had brought me to all new levels of excitement. By now, I was pretty much in the same boat as the girl they once shared.
I would do just about anything they asked.
“Turn over, baby.”
They didn’t wait for me, and that part was even hotter. Four strong hands went to my body at once. They rolled me onto my stomach, where Randall re-entered me from behind. He grabbed and kneaded the flesh of my ass, manipulating it roughly as his friend — no, his brother-in-arms — held me firmly by my chin… and fucked
my face.
Holy SHIT, Andrea!
Holy shit wasn’t even the right phrase. It wasn’t nearly strong enough. I was on a mattress in the middle of a boxing ring, sandwiched between two ripped Navy SEALs in the process of laying sexual waste to my body. From the stories Randall had just whispered into my ear, I could only imagine what I was in for.
I was soaking wet. Turned on beyond anything I’d felt before.
And yes. Even on the edge of being a little bit afraid.
MMMMMmmmm…
I focused on building a rhythm. On trying to screw back against Randall and push forward to take Holden down my throat. Very quickly, I learned that was the wrong approach. The more I tried to control the action, the further out of synch the three of us became.
“Relax,” I heard Holden say. The hand on my chin was softer now, more gentle. “Let it happen.”
If I needed further proof they’d done this before, this was it. I relaxed and went with the flow, allowing the two of them to take over. They screwed me slowly at first, manipulating my body in unspeakable ways. A slow rhythm developed between them. One that allowed them to drive into me at the same time, filling me simultaneously, spitroasting me perfectly between them from the front and back.
And it was fucking amazing.
Holy shit.
Taking them like this, feeling them both thrusting inside me — it created this inane sense of connection. Like a bond, between the three of us, with me in the middle.
Holy fucking shit…
It went from a slow pulling and pushing to a full-on pumping and grinding. Randall was fucking me deeper now, and hitting me harder from behind. I was moaning around Holden’s cock. Holding myself up with one arm, and grabbing his ass for leverage.
Then they really went to town on me.
I collapsed beneath Randall’s weight, taking Holden from my mouth momentarily as he drilled me belly-first into the bed. He pushed one of my legs up. Scissored me sideways, holding my ankle high in his hands, while his friend smeared his saliva-coated cock all over my lips and chin.