by Madison Faye
Fireworks went off in front of my eyes as I felt Colt’s slippery finger tease over my tight asshole. I nodded and moaned as I sucked his cock deep into my throat, and I could feel Roman growl as his hands slid around to cup and squeeze my tight ass. I dropped my mouth to Colt’s balls, sucking them gently into my mouth and lapping them with my tongue as I stroked his thick shaft.
"I mean, it's just fucking perfect." Colt purred, his slick finger swirling over the tight ring of my asshole.
"Yeah, it sure is." Roman muttered.
And then my Colt spoke again, and I felt my pulse thud in my ears.
“I think it’s my turn to be your first.”
I moaned around his cock, feeling Roman pulse deep inside of me as the thought sizzled through me.
My ass?
The idea terrified and thrilled me, but more than anything, it sparked something dirty in me.
Something I liked.
“You want him to fuck that tight little ass, baby?” Roman growled.
Colt slipped his cock from my lips, and I darted my eyes between them.
I was nodding before I could even process it.
“Yes,” I moaned, nodding eagerly. “I want you to take it all, both of you!”
Colt groaned and brought me back to his cock. “Nice and deep, baby girl. Get it nice and wet.”
I whimpered, slurping loudly and letting my spit drip down his pulsing shaft before he pulled away and climbed off the bed. Roman went still, his hands gripping my ass and spreading me wide for his friend. I cried out as I felt Colt’s tongue swirl over my forbidden hole, making me shiver and clench my pussy tight around Roman. He slipped his tongue around and around, getting me wet and making me moan for him before he pulled back. I bit my lip as I felt him crouch behind me, one hand gripping my hips tightly. I felt the pulsing, spit-soaked head of his cock slip over my ass, teasing around the tight little ring there and making me shiver.
I moaned as Colt began to press in, slowly prying my ass apart with his fat cock as I panted for breath. Slowly, he began to ease forward, pushing harder, and my eyes went wide as I felt my ass start to open for him.
His head slipped inside, and I gasped, my whole body going tight and my eyes going wide as I felt him penetrate me for the very first time.
“This ass is mine now, baby,” he purred in my ear, easing another inch inside. “Now you’re ours — mine and Roman’s. Understand?”
I could only moan, my body shuddering with pleasure as he started to push inside. I whimpered, feeling so stretched as he began to ease forward, cramming his big, fat cock up my tight little ass.
“Holy shit yes,” Roman grunted, grinding his cock deep into my pussy as his friend slowly filled my ass with every inch of his cock.
Slowly, Colt eased inch after inch inside, until finally I could feel the hard muscles of his abs against me and knew he was completely inside of my last forbidden, untouched place.
And then, I was theirs — totally and completely.
I shivered, feeling so damn sexy, and so dirty, and so loved all at once. I felt filled, and dominated, and consumed by them, and yet fiercely protected at the same time. The two of them groaned as they ground in deep, and my breath caught in my throat at the feel of two men buried deep inside of me at the same time.
Colt pulled back, before pushing forward and sliding balls-deep back inside my ass. Roman groaned, leaning forward and sucking a nipple between his lips as he began to slide my tight pussy up and down his shaft.
And just like that, we three became one. Just like that, my whole world shattered around me as both men pumped in and out of me, dominating me and owning me completely. Everything clicked into place. A week ago, I’d been the naive, silly farm girl wiling her time away raking hay.
Now?
Now I was their princess — their dirty, naughty, moaning like a slut, princess.
And I loved it.
As they both started to slowly fuck me harder and deeper, their big, thick cocks stretching and filling me up back and forth, I felt my whole body begin to tumble towards that sweet edge of climax. They began to move in unison, Colt driving deep in my ass as Roman slid me off his cock, and then switching it up as Roman’s fingers dug into my skin, burying his cock inside of me as Colt slipped almost all the way out.
Roman’s mouth rained kisses on my breasts, his lips and his teeth nipping and biting at my nipples and making me arch my back. Colt’s tongue was on my neck, my ear — his hand cupping my jaw possessively and twisting me around to claim my mouth. Hands found my hair, pulling me back around, and then it was Roman growling into my lips as the two of them drove their fat cocks in and out of my shuddering, willing body.
I was going to come any second. I could feel every fiber of me tingling and starting to crumble and clench up as they both fucked me harder and deeper with their big, beautiful dicks.
“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna come soon, angel,” Roman grunted, his jaw tight as he slammed his hips up to slide his big cock deep in my slit. I could hear Colt’s breaths coming ragged in my ear, and I could feel his cock getting even harder and bigger as he buried himself to the hilt in my ass.
I wanted to tell them I was close. I wanted to scream that they were about to make me come harder than I’d ever even imagined possible, but the words left my body as my whole world went blurry.
So I showed them instead.
The moan tore from my throat as the orgasm shattered me completely. I could feel every muscle in my body clenching tight and then exploding as I just melted into them. Both men were roaring, hands gripping me tight as they fucked me faster, driving me into another climax entirely, making me shudder until finally, I screamed.
I screamed both their names, and I begged them to come.
Roman went first, his powerful hands yanking my hips tight to his. I could feel his cock go rock hard inside me before I gasped as I felt the hot jets of his cum pumping deep inside. My name was on Colt’s lips as his hands cupped my breasts from behind. His fingers pinched my nipples as he drove his cock balls-deep in my ass and just unloaded. Pump after pump, he filled me with his cum, until I was gasping for air.
Both of them ground into me once more, letting me feel how hard they still were, before Colt slowly pulled out of me. I whimpered, feeling his cum trickle down my thigh. Roman just held me, stroking my back and letting me gasp into his chest as my heart slowly came down from its thunder beat.
I heard water running, but I just sagged against Roman, feeling his heart beat with mine, and feeling his cock staying hard as iron inside of me.
The water turned off, and I then he was lifting me, and carrying me to the bathroom. Both of them helped me into the big bathtub, full of hot water Colt had just filled, before they both joined me. I sank into their arms, feeling them holding me close, and feeling the hot water seep into my sore and tingling body, until I finally let my eyes close.
Whatever happened next, I had that night. Whatever may have come next, I knew I’d have one night with the two most amazing men I’d ever met.
This was more than sex. This was more than exploration, and breaking free of the “good girl” mold. This was real. I just didn’t know how to tell them that.
15
Roman
We left her that night, eventually. We’d both wanted to stay, obviously. I mean, fuck, I never wanted to leave her side. But but we knew we couldn’t.
That didn’t mean Colt or I slept a wink that night after we headed back.
I tossed and turned, until finally, I couldn’t fucking stand it and went out to the bunkhouse porch.
“Think fast.”
I barely caught the beer Colt — who I didn’t even know was awake — threw at me.
“You’re gonna catch me in the fucking head one of these days, and then I’ll have to kill you.”
“Nah, you’re too fast.”
“You better hope you’re faster if you hit me.”
Colt ginned.
“Can’t
sleep?”
His smile faded.
“Shit man, that got nuts.”
He whistled. “Yeah, sure did.”
“I can’t let tomorrow happen.”
He looked grim. “Same. We can’t allow that.”
“The fuck are we going to do?”
My friend shook his head as he cracked his own beer. “We could take off. Grab her, steal a truck, and just fucking bounce, but then there’s Gramps.”
I nodded, frowning.
“I mean, that old man can take care of himself if it comes down to it, but—”
“But we can’t do that.”
He nodded.
“Plus we’d be on the run forever, and that can’t last.”
Colt dropped his eyes to the ground, his jaw tight. “They can’t get their hands on her man. I’ll lose my fucking mind if they do.”
“So we can’t run.”
He sighed. “And we can’t let them take her.”
We glanced at each other.
“Fight?”
I whistled lowly. “That’s a stacked fucking deck. There’s what, ten other guards here besides us? Plus Jeb, plus the five bosses from Jersey. Plus their guys.”
Colt grinned. “Two to twenty-five. Not bad. We’ve had worse, right?”
I rolled my eyes.
“The other guards wouldn’t fight. Shit, half of them are here ‘cause of the same sort of shit deal we are.”
“Colt, I love you brother, but those are shit odds, even still.”
We drank our beers, drank another, then a third. Eventually we found our beds, but I stayed awake.
I couldn’t let them have—
And then I froze.
I started to think about our gramps, and about the time he’d taken us hunting out on the prairie.
“You gotta watch out for rattlesnakes, Romeo.”
It was his constant nickname for me, since there was always some girl chasing after me even back then.
“You know what happens when you see one right?”
He’s pointed at the one blocking our path.
“Shoot it?” I’d shrugged.
Grandpa had snorted. “Nah. You miss and it’ll get ya. No, boys, you keep him calm. You keep nice and still, let him get used to you until he forgets you’re there, and then…”
I’d half expected a joke about running away, but Grandpa’s face went dead serious.
“Then, when he forgets you’re there, you walk up nice and calm.”
He stepped towards the snake. Suddenly, he’d snapped, his boot lashing out, making Colt and I jump.
“You catch him by the neck—”
His boot crunched onto the writhing snake, just behind the head. The thing hissed and lashed at him, but couldn’t get free, and couldn’t bite him.
“And then you cut his damn head off.”
The knife was fast, and suddenly, the snake stopped moving, its body going limp as the severed head rolled away.
Grandpa looked at us sternly.
“That’s how you kill a snake. After that, he ain’t gonna bite you, and he ain’t gonna come after you when you walk way.”
I sat bolt upright in bed.
“Colt.”
“What?”
“You asleep?”
“Sound like I am?”
I shook my head. “I know what we have to—”
“You thinking about Gramps and that fucking snake too, huh?”
I stared at my friend, and his eyes went wide.
“Holy shit, I was kidding. Were you really?”
I nodded.
He grinned. “Shit, man. Mind readers.”
“You know what we’re doing tomorrow.”
He nodded grimly.
“Let’s cut the fucking head off this snake.”
16
Johanna
My breath came slowly and heavily as I felt his eyes slide over me. I shivered, looking a the floor and biting my lip, squeezing my eyes shut.
This was it.
I hadn’t seen my men that morning. In fact, it’d been two other guards who’d come to pound on my door and then barge in, leering at me as I’d yanked the covers over myself. They’d thrown a box on the bed and barked at me to shower and to “dress in that” and to “make sure I looked perfect” before they’d slammed the door, leaving me to my horrible thoughts.
It was later, after I’d done as they’d said because I was too terrified not to, that Mr. Pike had waltzed in, grinning his evil smile.
“My my my, you’re looking good enough to eat!”
I flinched under his gaze, hating the black lingerie I’d been made to wear. I wanted an outfit like this to feel sexy and special. And I wanted to wear it for Colt and Roman.
Not for Mr. Pike, and not for a situation like this.
“You ready for today?”
“I— I’m not sure I—”
“Well, you will be,” he grinned. “Today you might just leave this place.”
I looked up quickly, my pulse quickening, and he laughed.
“Not the way you’re thinking, trust me,” he laughed. “But don’t worry, you won’t have to go back to that shit-hole little farm I found you at. No more milkin’ cows or whatever the fuck you wasted your time doing back then.”
I’d never wished so hard that I could be back at that farm, milking and raking and just being out there in the country working. I wanted that so badly, instead of being here, with him.
“My bosses are coming today,” he growled. “And they wanna meet you.”
He smiled wickedly.
“Be on your best fucking behavior, my little filly, or there’ll be hell to pay. Thing is, you might just leave here with one of them.”
He looked me over, making my skin crawl.
“Let’s go.”
He hauled me out, marching me downstairs and out the door to the compound. I felt so naked and exposed in the stupid lingerie he’d put me in, and all I wanted was my guys.
My cowboys.
I wanted Colt and Roman, and their strong arms, and warmth, and ferocious possessiveness. And I wanted them to ride in and take me away from here.
But I knew that couldn’t happen. If it could, they’d have done so already.
Mr. Pike kicked open a door, and pushed me inside, and I instantly shivered as a room full of men turned to me and stared.
The place was almost a barn of sorts — high wooden ceilings, a wooden floor, and some equipment in the corner. A big table stood in the middle of the room, surrounded by chairs occupied by the wicked looking men in suits with greased back hair.
“Well well, Jeb,” one of them chuckled, a silver-haired fat man with evil eyes and a goatee. He stroked it as he stepped forward.
“This your newest?”
“Yessiree,” Mr. Pike said proudly.
The man grinned, his eyes darting over me and making me nauseous. “Excellent. Has she been broken in yet?”
“No sir, Mr. Vito,” Mr. Pike chuckled. “But she’s willing and pliant enough. Thought one of you fine gents might like her, as a token of good faith to our business dealings.”
Mr. Vito chuckled and clapped Mr. Pike on the back. “Good man, Jeb, good man.” He glanced back at the table of guys. “Hell, maybe we’ll all have a little go with her, huh, fellas?”
They laughed, and I wanted to cry.
“Mmm,” he turned back, stepping closer to me. “You do have some pretty lips, my dear,” he growled. “I bet you suck a mean cock.”
“The fuck is this, Jeb?”
We turned towards one of the other guys in suits, standing next to a metal drum in the corner of the room half covered with a riding blanket.
Mr. Pike frowned. “I don’t know?”
The man turned, grinning. “Aww c’mon Jeb. This one of those stupid practical jokes of yours? The thing is fucking ticking.”
The other men laughed, but I slowly watched Mr. Pike’s face go white.
“It ain’t mine, fellas.
”
“Oh fuck off, Jeb,” another man in a suit with a New Jersey accent chuckled. “This is like the time you tried to get a donkey head in Johnny’s bed the last time we came out.”
The men roared with laugher.
“Shit, you’ve been watching too many mafia movies, Jeb, you son of a—”
“Fellas, that ain’t—”
The lights suddenly went out, and the room plunged into darkness.
There was the sound of chairs knocking over, and men yelling for the lights, and a few glowing cell phone screens, and I started to turn, when I was grabbed. My heart jumped into my throat as the hand yanked me back, another closing over my mouth before I could scream.
“Let’s go, angel.”
My heart about melted right there.
It was them.
I felt Roman and Colt’s hands tighten on my arms as they whisked me through the darkness, shoving someone out of the way with a crash before I was suddenly blinded by sunlight.
The side door slammed shut behind us, and I whirled as their hands let me go to see them yanking a chain through the door handle and locking it tight.
“What are you—”
“I need you to trust us, angel,” Roman growled. “Whatever you’re about to see, you need to know we’re not evil men. But the men in there ARE. I can’t even begin to tell you the horrible shit they’ve done, and would have continued to do.
“Would have?”
“We need you to trust—”
“Of course I do,” I whispered. “You just saved me from whatever hell that was. Whatever it is, I trust you.”
Colt held up a small black box with a tiny antenna and a button, his face grim.
My eyes went wide.
“They were going to sell you,” he said, his voice breaking. “Or worse, Jeb was going to give you to those animals, to torture, to use, to degrade, to hurt—” His voice caught, and he shook his head.
The door suddenly exploded outwards, wrenching right off it’s hinges as one of the henchmen from inside crashed through it. I screamed, whirling along with Colt and Roman to see Jeb staggering through the doorway — a gun in his hand.
Twelve men stood behind him in the doorway, each holding a gun aimed at us.