by Dixon, Ruby
But I’m patient. I’ll wait my turn.
As she writhes on top of Muscle, the other two men look over at me. Gem’s got an eyebrow raised and as I watch, Dom pulls up the remote and turns the dial.
In Muscle’s lap, Shy shudders, a gasping whimper escaping her mouth. She sags against him, boneless, and Dom turns the dial again, ramping it up.
“You like that?” Muscle murmurs, dragging her against him so her entire body is pressed against his front. In a moment, they’re going to be fucking right in front of all three of us — and anyone else stopping by to watch.
Dom ramps the controller again and Shy cries out, her head going back. Her hips work against Muscle’s cock, and she looks goddamn gorgeous and wild. She also looks like she can’t take much more. Dom chuckles and tosses the remote on the table. “All right, you three go get a room or something.”
Sounds like a good idea to me, and it’ll give us the exit we need. I nudge Muscle. “Come on.”
He nods and presses another kiss to Shy’s mouth as I grab the controller. And then the three of us are off to get a room. We have our task from the presidents, and we’ll get it done.
But for now? Now Muscle and Shy both need to relax, and that means a good, noisy fucking.
I lead our trio through the rowdy, crazy roadhouse. The crowd automatically parts at the sight of me and my mean, ugly mug. It’s good. I like that I instill fear in most everyone. I’m not that ‘gentle giant’ that hates that everyone’s afraid of him. Fuck that shit. I like making them scared. Makes my job easier. They clear out as we pass, and we head down the back hall of the roadhouse, where a few private rooms are set up. I test the door on the first room I see.
Unlocked. It swings open…to the sight of a pair of prospects bookending some club butt over the table in the center. “Get the fuck out,” I tell them.
I swear, one prospect takes a look at me and his boner deflates. I might as well tell him to hang up his hopes right now. But I’m not the dick. I let Muscle wear that badge. I just snarl.
Within seconds, all three of them scurry from the room. Then I nod for Muscle to bring her in.
She’s still got a glazed look on her face, probably concentrating on the vibrator. She moves woodenly behind Muscle, though she perks up when the door closes.
“What are we doing?” she asks softly, looking around. “Aren’t we g-going home?”
“Nope,” Muscle drawls. “Hard to ride when you’ve got a hard-on.” He pulls her against him, rubbing her ass under her short skirt.
She’s blushing and looks at me, a hint of uncertainty on her face.
“Brought you in here because I want to see you suck Muscle’s dick for him,” I tell her bluntly. I know my crude words are going to shock her out of whatever space her head’s gone to.
• • •
SHY
I inwardly go still at Beast’s crude words. Suck Muscle’s dick? Right now? I blink, completely floored by the suggestion. It was the last thing I was expecting to hear at the moment. Part of me was hoping we’d go home. But I’m feeling soft and good from Muscle’s deep, tongue-thrusting kisses, and now that I’ve got my guys with me, I’m relaxing. I’d like to forget all about the party going on outside, and if we’re in here having delicious, naughty sex, that means I don’t have to be out there.
It’s like a win/win really.
I lick my lips and peek over at Muscle, who’s holding me against him, his hands gripping my butt. His face is close to mine, and there’s an intensity to him right now that’s throwing me off. It’s like he’s a clock that’s too tightly wound, and one more turn of the springs and the entire thing’s going to fly apart.
Maybe that’s why Beast’s dragged us in here. It’s more than just a blow job. I get it now.
“Okay,” I say breathlessly, and give a little wiggle of my hips that reminds me I’ve still got a vibrator inside me. It sends a wave of sensation through my body, and my thighs clench in response. It’s not on, but it doesn’t need to be to remind me that it’s there. I can feel the press of it inside me, like a cock, but not. It’s a strange kind of torment, but now that I’m with my guys, it’s a good one.
Muscle chuckles and gives my ass a quick slap and jiggles it. “Feel free to tell me no if you don’t want me.”
Not want him? Is he insane? He’s utterly gorgeous, every ounce of him hard and attractive. I never thought a guy as hot as him would give a girl like me the time of day, but he makes me feel cherished and sexy constantly. Both him and Beast do. I smooth my hands over his chest, feeling his rock-hard pectorals under his white t-shirt and the cut he’s wearing. “I want to.”
“Well, it sounds like it is my day today,” Muscle says, flashing me a cocky grin that doesn’t quite reach his eyes.
I smile at him, then peek over at Beast to see if he’s going to join in on the fun or if he’s going to watch. He wiggles his dark, heavy eyebrows at me, then crosses his arms and leans on the door.
He’s going to watch me suck Muscle, then. My pussy squeezes tight around the vibrator again, aroused at the thought. Beast likes to watch almost as much as he likes to participate. Maybe more. That means I need to put on a bit of a show so he can have just as much pleasure as Muscle gets out of this. So I smile at him and give my pale hair a little flip, arching my back so my breasts thrust out and my ass does, too. And then I turn and look back at Muscle expectantly.
Muscle gives my ass another squeeze and then releases me, turning to the table in the center of the small room. There’s four chairs at it, and he grabs one, flips it around, and sits down, his legs spread wide and arrogant. It’s like he’s daring me.
And this is not the kind of dare I’m about to back down on.
I kneel between Muscle’s legs, making sure to thrust my ass out as I do.
“You gonna suck me, Shy-girl?” Muscle asks, and brushes his hand along my cheek in a caress. “That’s fucking sexy. I love it when you take charge.”
“Mmhmm,” I say with a little hum in my throat. I’m already reaching for his zipper, eager for him. I free Muscle’s cock from his pants, and I’m not surprised to see he’s completely hard already, his length straining. I lightly trail my fingers over him, then circle the head with my fingertips. It’s a deliberate tease, and I wonder how long he’s going to let me just pet and stroke him before he starts demanding more.
Because while I’m theoretically in charge right now, I love it when they tell me what to do in bed. I’m still pretty inexperienced - two weeks ago I was a virgin, and even though I’ve got two men now, I still feel as if there’s so much to learn. I’m eager to soak up everything they’ll show me, because I love giving my men pleasure.
So I glide my fingers up and down over his cock, in small, butterfly-light touches. There’s so much to enjoy in touching Muscle’s scorching hot flesh - the rigid length underneath velvet-soft skin. The scent of him, more prominent now that he’s inches from my mouth. The beads of pre-cum appearing on the head of his cock that are just begging for my tongue.
“Lick him,” Beast says from his spot at the door. “On his cock-head. Just a tease.”
I give a soft little moan at his command. Is Beast going to take charge of things? Tell me how to suck Muscle’s cock? Oh God, that is incredibly sexy.
Before I can, though, Muscle grabs his chair, changes the angle, and sits back down again. I’m confused for a split second, and then I realize it’s so Beast can watch my mouth work from his vantage point. Again, my thighs press together. I lean in and press my fists to Muscle’s thighs and give the head of his cock a quick, tentative lick. A few beads of cum touch my tongue and they taste salty, musky. Delicious.
Muscle’s hand goes to my hair and he clenches a handful of it. He’s holding me to his cock. “Keep licking,” he tells me, voice raw with need. “More tongue.”
I do as he asks, giving my ass a little wiggle as I do. My nipples are hard and aching, and I scrape them against his jeans-clad legs as I squirm, s
liding the head of his cock over my tongue. I don’t use the tip of my tongue; it doesn’t seem like it’ll cover enough area. Instead, I take him on the flat of my tongue and rub up and down against his cock-head, dragging his cock back and forth over the surface.
He groans and his head tilts back, eyes closing. “Fuck yeah, just like that.”
I want to touch him, too, so I circle one hand around his length and squeeze, all the while tonguing the crown, feeling the ridge around the head with my tongue, the divot in the center. I’m getting aroused all over again just by touching him, by the way he responds, the hand in my hair.
Then, something in me jumps, and the vibrator comes to life again.
I moan hard, my eyes closing. Oh, God. Earlier, each time it had turned on, it had been unwanted. Almost embarrassing. Now, in private? It immediately ratcheted up what I was feeling. My breasts ache in time with my pussy, and I whimper and flex my hips, trying to bear down on it like it’s a cock.
“Take him deeper into your mouth,” Beast says, and I realize he’s moved a lot closer. He’s no longer at the door. Instead, I feel his hand on my ass, feel him flipping up my skirt. All the while, the vibe’s going off inside me, a thrumming, insistent sensation that’s making me insane with lust.
I do as he instructs, sucking Muscle’s cock deep. I push down on it, letting it plunge against my tongue, into the back of my throat. Immediately, I gag. I’ve taken too much, and I pull back, coughing. I’m embarrassed, but Muscle only groans and his hand tightens in my hair. “Again,” he says. So I do. He begins to thrust, small, little circling motions with his hips that make it feel like he’s fucking my mouth with his cock.
And all the while, my skirt’s flipped up and the vibe’s going off. I’m tensing, waiting for Beast to touch me. Waiting for something to happen. I know he’s back there. I’m dying for him to add something to this. For him to participate.
His hand smooths along my panties and I moan around Muscle’s cock. I need him to touch me. I’m so wet, so hungry for him to be seated deep inside me, filling me up. I want to beg for it, but I only whimper my need, a soft little pleading sound.
“Fuck, you’re so goddamn hot, Shy-girl. Love the way you take my cock,” Muscle says, his eyes still closed with pleasure. “You’re hungry for it, aren’t you?”
I moan again. His filthy words are making me even more aroused. I feel my pulse throb right at my clit, and my hips jerk in response.
Suddenly, Beast tugs down my panties, exposing my ass as I kneel. Yes, I think, and automatically spread my legs wider as he eases my panties to my knees. They’re stretched to the limit, but I don’t care as long as I get some relief for my poor, throbbing, needy pussy. I want him to remove the vibrating egg and switch it out with his cock. That’s what I need.
I feel him tug on the string that’s holding the egg in place and I tense, waiting. Hoping.
He pulls it out almost all the way…then begins to work it in and out of me like it’s a cock. I moan and shudder, letting Muscle’s cock slide from my mouth. I can’t concentrate on it and on the vibrator.
Muscle chuckles, though. “Damn, she likes that.”
“She does,” Beast agrees, pushing the egg back and forth, circling it and then shoving it deep with his finger only to drag it back out again. “I can feel her quivering from here, and she’s wet as hell.”
I moan again and rub my face against Muscle’s hard length, trying to lick it. I can’t concentrate. I’m so close to coming that I’m losing control.
He takes over, though. Guiding his cock with his hand, he rubs the head against my open mouth, teasing it along my lips as Beast continues to fuck me with the vibrator. I’m so aroused that my entire body jolts reflexively with each thrust of it, and my whimpers are turning into keening.
Then I’m coming, my pussy squeezing down on the vibrating egg, losing my mind as it wrings a rough, endless orgasm from me. I feel worn out by the time it’s done, panting and exhausted, but I want Muscle to come too.
The vibe turns off and I feel a sense of sheer relief as Beast removes it. I feel a little curiously hollow, too, but now I can concentrate at least. I immediately return to Muscle’s cock, cupping the length and taking it into my mouth and beginning to deep-throat it.
“Fuck yeah,” he murmurs, and his hand goes to my hair again. Then, he’s pushing my head against his cock, helping my head bob along his length as he fucks my mouth. He’s pushing deeper with every stroke, until I feel him hitting the back of my throat, going so far in that I’m surprised I don’t gag again. Instead, I try to relax my jaw and take him, because I want him to come.
It doesn’t take long before I feel a spurt in the back of my throat. Then, he pulls back and liquid heat fills my mouth. I swallow his load, taking everything he gives me, my gaze on him because I like to see that moment of release on his face. It’s one of the few times he becomes truly vulnerable, and like a flash, it’s always gone too soon.
His fingers caress my cheek thoughtfully, and then he gives a heavy, gusty sigh and tilts his head back. “I needed that.”
I give his cock one last playful lick, then turn to Beast hopefully. Does he want the same attention I just gave Muscle? But he shakes his head. “Later. Let’s go home so I can fuck you proper.”
Sounds good to me.
• • •
When we get home, both men take turns fucking me until we’re all three exhausted and limp. I forget about any sort of troubles until Muscle gets up to head for a shower post-sex, and Beast pulls me against him. “Listen to me, Shy. Something’s bothering Muscle, and I want you to be careful around him, okay?”
I roll over in bed and burrow against Beast’s big, delicious chest. Muscle has a perfect physique, but Beast is built like a massive slab of rock. Unyielding granite. You wouldn’t think it’d be fun to cuddle against, but you’d be wrong. There’s something about a mean, tough guy that’s built like that who likes to hold you close. I crave it like some women crave chocolate. But his words are giving me cause for concern. “What do you mean, be careful around him?”
He brushes a piece of hair off of my sweaty face. “Just that. I told you before that shit messed him up when he was in the war. Sometimes it comes back to haunt him.”
I nod. I’ve seen the nightmares that Muscle gets. I know there’s a lot of misery locked inside his head that he never shares.
“Sometimes he’s bad, and sometimes it’s worse. Just…watch him. That’s all. And watch yourself.”
“He wouldn’t hurt me,” I say loyally. I adore Muscle and all his flaws. I’ve got several of my own.
But Beast only looks thoughtful. “He wouldn’t intentionally, no.”
And that makes me wonder, too. I’m about to ask when Muscle returns, a towel slung low on his hips. “Who’s next for the shower?”
“Me,” Beast says. I figure that’s the end of that, but Beast drags me into his arms and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal as he squeezes my ass and then I forget all about secret conversations as he takes me into the shower and we soap each other up.
Chapter Three
MUSCLE
It can’t be Bernie. Can’t be.
I try to sleep, to push away the bad memories that seem to flood my mind every waking moment. Shy’s tucked against my side, all trusting, and Beast is snoring on the other side of her. We’ve started piling in bed together, all three of us, and normally I’m cool with it as long as the streams don’t cross and all (I don’t swing that way) but this puts me sandwiched between a sleeping girl and the wall.
And tonight, I feel trapped.
Sweat breaks out on my forehead and I try to calm. All that bad shit’s past tense. It shouldn’t fuck me up now.
But the moment I drift off to sleep, I know it’ll all be there waiting for me. The rat-a-tat-tat of assault rifles in the distance. The screams of dying civilians as we surge forward. Of children strapped with IEDs who wander into camp, dark eyes pleading for help even as they know th
ey’re about to die.
“You think you’re ever gonna get to go home again and just be, yanno, fucking normal?” I hear Bernie’s voice in my head. “That you won’t see faces when you go to sleep at night? That you won’t wonder if we’re doing the right thing? All for a fucking stooge’s salary?”
“I ain’t bothered,” I told him then.
We used to watch wrestling in downtime. Play cards, and watch stupid shit on TV. Out in Afghanistan, there wasn’t much to do other than that. Bernie was a big fucking wrestling fan. Japanese wrestling, Mexican wrestling, American wrestling. Didn’t matter - he loved ‘em all. Knew all the names, the stats, could talk about finishing moves and who was a babyface this year and who was a heel. His mom would record wrestling Pay-Per-Views and send the discs to us so we’d have something to watch. Told me all about something called kayfabe. That the wrestlers would pretend a certain lifestyle or attitude to go with their character, and they were always ‘in’ kayfabe around fans. Some would get reality confused with the ring stories and be unable to leave the wrestling persona behind.
Sometimes that’s what this feels like to me. Like I’m all fucked up and the Muscle the world knows is nothing but kayfabe.
“Why’s there a kid in camp?” Bernie looks up from his cards, the cigarette in his mouth nearly falling from his lip.
I take a drag on my own cigarette. “It’s just a fucking kid. Who the fuck cares. Deal already.” There’s always a local or two wandering through camp. Sometimes they try to sell us shit. Sometimes they try to sell us their daughters. It’s always a damn uncomfortable situation and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of the heat, the war, fucking all of it. And I’m down fifty bucks tonight, which pisses me off. I glance over and sure enough, there’s a kid on the edge of camp, looking lost and terrified. And I do not want to deal with this shit right now. I’ve got two kings in my hand and twenty dollars on the table in chips.