Two Can Play
By Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
Copyright © 2016 Victoria Ashley & Hilary Storm
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Cover Designer:
Dana Leah, Designs by Dana
Cover Model:
Dylan Horsh
Photographer:
Furious Fotog
Editor:
Kellie Montgomery
Interior Design & Formatting by:
Christine Borgford, Perfectly Publishable
Table of Contents
Two Can Play
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
About the Authors
Acknowledgments
WHAT THE HELL IS THIS crap . . . I put my truck in park as I pull up to the back of the mansion. Nash met me at Rebel’s because there was no way I was letting that woman drive home in the state she was in. . She was drunk and devastated that Lynx had walked out on that fucked up mess of a threesome.
I honestly don’t know what to think of the whole situation and was surprised when she hit on me to begin with. Watching Lynx’s responses to it all didn’t give me any more insight either. He was all over the fucking place and I should’ve known to walk the instant I noticed that. Threesomes have to be no strings attached by all three or it is just a disaster waiting to happen.
Any sex between us was never meant to be. Besides that, I’m positive Lynx would’ve been ready to kill me later just thinking about me touching Rebel. Good thing that shit was diverted. I’ve been known to get my ass into some serious trouble in the past. I’m hoping to slow some of that down now that I’m trying to really make something of this House and my career.
“Thanks for saving my ass tonight.” I finally say something to Nash after a very silent ride home. I’ve been too lost in my head, trying to figure out what just happened, to talk.
“Look, I don’t even want to know what the hell is going on here. Just know, I’ll always be a call away to get your ass out of deep shit. Something tells me it won’t be the last call I get.” I seriously hope it is, but you know shit can change from day to day. Who knows what tomorrow will bring. Hell, we’re not even through with tonight yet.
I stare at the side of his cowboy hat and laugh as he assumes probably the worst and speaks what is most likely the truth. “Yeah, probably not.” I can’t help it. Trouble seems to find me. It can be both a blessing and a curse. He doesn’t need to know about the fucked up shit I almost got myself into; besides, something tells me Lynx and Rebel will work it all out and it isn’t like me to air other people’s dirty laundry.
Jumping out of the truck, I slam my door harder than I expected. Sexual frustration flows over me and I decide I need to find some pussy quick before I get irritated even further. That wouldn’t be a fun night for me or our guests.
Shit. I can’t believe I almost fucked Rebel. I can’t even lie, if Lynx would’ve been up for it, I would’ve tore that shit up. She’s fine as hell, but honestly, I would’ve been thinking about a perfect red head that’s been torturing my dick ever since she stabbed it three times.
I can’t say I don’t love the piercings now that I have them, but damn I can’t think about my dick without remembering the chaos in my mind as she held it in her hand and sent the most excruciating pain through it. The only good memory from that scene was the feel of her hand around my dick.
Fuck my life, I need pussy now.
I step into the mansion only to see hundreds of women waiting for us to enter. They all move toward me and I can’t help but smile that all of these women could be mine if I just said the word. Simple as that. Or complicated as that, depending on which way you look at it.
Moving my eyes around the room, I look for the one that I really want to see, only to be left disappointed when she’s not there. Not sure why I even looked for her, this isn’t her scene. She’s probably at her tattoo shop working like she seems to do so often.
Who else can I take to my room for a quick fuck?
I begin to look at a few of them closer, just trying to choose one quickly. Maybe I need a threesome with two women. Especially since the one earlier was a bust.
I’ve never felt so awkward in a threesome in my life. I should’ve known that shit wasn’t really going down by the way they both looked at each other. It was obvious she was doing it all out of some sort of revenge and he looked like he was about to kill us all for even thinking it was going to happen.
The last thing I want is Lynx wanting to rip my fucking throat out. That fucker is crazy.
I’m going to have to talk to him about her. He’s about to fuck up something there; hell, even I can feel the shit between them. I need to stop thinking about all of that bullshit from earlier and make something happen for myself tonight.
I step back to take in the busy house for just a few seconds until I hear Rome whistle over the railing above me.
“Get the fuck up here. It’s time we have a shot.”
I follow his lead and move quickly through the mass of women, hands groping me, until I break free from the insanity.
The stairs are easy to get up since they’re blocked so that this part of the house is off limits. That’s one of the best things we’ve ever done when it comes to these parties. It’s come in handy quite a few times when we need to get away from the chaos down there.
He’s still leaning over the railing, looking laid back and chill. His tattoos cover his arms and neck, giving him that bad boy, biker vibe that the women latch onto. “Look at this view. Bodies everywhere. Did you ever think this would be your life?”
My eyes scan the women and I can’t stop the smile that forms on my face as I take them in.
“Hell no I didn’t, but I’ll take this every fuckin’ day. This is the shit that could make me one rich fucker.” The money I make at the Alpha House is insanity and far more than one guy could even consider spending as fast as it pours in.
I’ve been working with an investor to do something with all of it until I decide what I want to do with it all. For once in my life I don’t want to fuck this up.
“It’s fucking beautiful. Which one should
I take into my dungeon? I got a new fuck sling I want to try out.”
I laugh at Rome knowing what he’s talking about. His bedroom is filled with sex furniture. Some of the shit was custom made, and I’m not even sure how he would use it all. I’m sure it wouldn’t take much to figure it out with my wild imagination and my experience with sex, but just give me a naked girl and I can make any space work. I don’t need any extra equipment to have her screaming my name. I was born with mine.
“I’m sure any in this room would take you up on that offer.” I lean forward and look over the railing with him. Half of the girls are watching us and begin to try entirely too hard to impress us. “We should give the girls a show. That’s what they’re here for.” I stand and remove the black neck tie from around my neck and wrap it around both palms, pulling tight and flexing as I do.
The women all turn to watch as I begin to move my hips for a little tease. Rome follows my lead and steps to the side a little and begins to move in his own way and before we have a chance to look down again, the screams fill the entire house. I watch more women come in as we continue our tease.
I rub my cock over my jeans and let them see the bulge reaching all the way across my leg. It’s hard not to laugh as they all go insane. This is so much different than having a solo caller to deal with. When I’m doing a show, I have control of the room. Something tells me this room is one dick peek away from complete fucking chaos. Who knows, maybe even a damn riot would break out with some of these crazy bitches. Hell, it’s like I’m now living the life of a stripper. A rich fucking stripper, but still like a stripper.
I take the tie and pull it tight between my two hands over the railing, wrapping it tighter around my wrists. They seem to love the idea of me having this tie. I can only imagine all the fun I could have with a sexy ass if I could just find the right one.
It’s time to move down the stairs again. I decide to lighten the sexual tension in the room and tie the tie around my forehead. My callers are used to me being goofy. It’s part of what makes me the biggest draw in the house. Well, that and my big dick seems to be a help.
I walk slowly down the stairs, over exaggerating my smiles and making eye contact with as many as I can. This is what they all love. They want to see us in character. It’s what they all came here to see and who am I to ever hold back pleasing a woman of her desires?
Rome follows me and I catch Knox and Levi circling from the other side. We all make our way to the front and I grab the microphone to torture and tease the women further.
“Tell me ladies . . . did you come here to see us stand around in our fuckin’ underwear, or did you come to see us in the flesh?” The screams practically burst my eardrums before I can get all the words out. “Now stay back or Ol’ Rambo here will haul your ass out of here. If we pull you up, then you can step up here. If not, stay back and maybe we can work some more of you up here before the night is over.”
We had to add security for these parties. It’s impossible to work the room and watch it at the same time. Unfortunately we’ve had to ban some from ever entering the house again. They just don’t follow house rules and go all crazy and shit. It’s like they have zero boundaries, which I get can happen easily with what we do for them on camera.
The screams get louder at the thought of them having any contact with one of us. I can’t even talk yet, because they’re still losing their minds at the thought of getting the chance.
It isn’t until this very moment that I see Karma finally enter the front door.
Holy. Fuck. This night is about to get real fucking fun if I have anything to say about it.
THE DRESS SHE’S WEARING SHOWS off some tattoos I’ve not seen before and my dick instantly twitches at the thought of seeing what else she has underneath the red material that barely covers her gorgeous body. Fuck. Her tits are perfect and now my eyes are glued to her every move, not wanting to miss a damn thing. That woman has my undivided attention in a room full of pussy and that is something that never happens.
The sound of Levi clearing his throat reminds me that I’m holding the mic. “MmmHmmm, okay guys, pick your prey, let’s get this night started. I already know who I’m going after.”
Hands go up all over the room and block my view of Karma. She moves to the far corner and I finally catch her eyes looking toward us. I can see her vibrant red hair hanging over one bare inked up shoulder and before I know it, I can feel myself moving toward her.
Women rub their hands across my chest and stomach as I walk through the crowd, my eyes never leaving her. One even grabs my dick and I just pull her hands from me and keep moving. Karma’s not looking at me at all, she’s actually looking down at her phone typing something as I approach. Just knowing she has no idea that she’s my next victim excites me. The element of surprise should always be in my favor, it’s something I love to do. I have to keep them guessing and never let them think they know what to expect from me.
“You came to see me?” My words pull her attention from her phone and I watch her take me in starting at my cock, then slowly moving all the way up to my grinning mouth before she looks at my tie around my head and smiles.
“Who’s to say I’m not here for one of the other guys? There are plenty to choose from. I mean, I have been up close and personal with all of you.” Her confidence radiates in her tone before she takes one step away from me just as the music begins. Yes, she has been up close to all of us. She’s the artist who pierced every single one of the dicks in this house. The guys became insane and decided they like torture and pain and called her to do the honors. She had me stupid from the very moment I looked over the rail and saw her.
On cue, I slide off the tie and hold it tightly in my grip. I move forward on her, pushing her back against the wall and sliding my body over hers before she has time to resist.
I grind my hips forward and raise both of her arms above her head, holding them tightly. Our eyes meet and she exhales against my cheek when I thrust up against her.
Holding both wrists in the grip of my right hand, I let the tie dangle down our arms and continue to stare into her bright blue eyes.
Looking into a woman like this for a long time is something I love to do. There’s just something raw about it and I’ve never met a woman who can stare at me long enough to make me look away first. Call it a challenge at this point, but honestly it tells me so much about a person.
I let my other hand slide down her curves while I continue to watch her. She’s looking at me like she’s not at all intrigued, even though I can feel that she is.
She wants me. I saw it in the smirk on her face the second I got rough with her.
My cock is literally throbbing as I feel her soft skin under my touch. My hand is full of her ass and I love the challenging look she gives me when I squeeze her once again. “You’re gonna love having my cock between your legs.”
She raises her eyebrows at me just as I drop the grip on her wrists and slide one of her hands over my erection. She already knows what it looks like from when she pierced it, but that was no comparison to what I’m sporting right now. I’m completely fucking hard.
“Nice. A shower and a grower.” Her words of appreciation cause me to laugh even though it’s not the first time I’ve heard them.
Fuck yes, I’m hung. How else would I be this successful doing this job? Women love my size and never get tired of watching during a show. Most of them beg for more time.
“I guess I am.” I let my lips run over her ear before I continue. “You’ll have to give these new piercings a ride and let me know if they’re worth the pain I went through.”
She squeezes my cock just a little tighter when the sound of Knox’s voice echoes through the room. Shit, I want to turn the other way and take Karma to my room and end the teasing right the fuck now.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” She smirks again and I can feel a build up of back and forth banter that will lead us both straight into my bed. That’s something
I’m already expecting, but with more of this teasing, I’ll be wound tight, which will only make the sex even more amazing.
“I have a feeling we’d both like that.” She continues to squeeze and explore with her touch and it takes everything in me not to slip her hand inside my pants and move this along quickly.
“Alright, Blaze. Bring your catch up here and let’s do this.” Constant jolts of excitement flow through me as I think of all the fun I’m going to have with this girl tonight. She’s in for the fucking ride of her life, because that’s what I do.
“I guess I need you to come with me,” I breathe against her ear.
Just as I hoped, she smiles and replies with a dirty mind, only making me want her more. “Oh, I’m going to hold you to that coming part.”
The smile on my face has to be ridiculous, because holy fuck I want this girl on my dick right the fuck now. I have to finish this party before I haul her up to my room, because I won’t be quick with this one.
She follows my lead as I keep a grip on her hand, keeping her close to me. Most of the women make a path for us, and only a few grope me as I pass this time.
She looks a little worried about all of this now, her confidence fading as we move forward in front of a crowd.
“Have a seat.” I guide her to the chair, pushing on her shoulders until she’s in place directly in front of me. Perfect height for me to really get creative with that mouth of hers, but I’ll have to leave that for later.
“Alright boys, it’s time to do what we came here to do!” Knox announces loudly and the music starts as the four of us Alpha guys begin moving, our bodies all in sync with each other. I begin to slowly slide my neck tie off my shoulders, just like the others while the crowd loses their minds. I know they can tell where this is headed.
I slip mine around Karma’s neck and pull her closer to me, watching as her breathing picks up. She looks up at me and smiles a naughty fucking grin at me showing me she’s ready for whatever I throw her way now that she’s up here.
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