Trouble: (A Bad Boy Mafia Romance) (Made & Broken Book 3)

by Nora Ash

  My indignant tirade was cut short when Liam pressed his lips against mine, hard. Behind me, Louis wrapped his arms around me underneath my breasts and pulled me back against his body. His lips skimmed up the back of my neck, nibbling at the tendon there as his twin kissed me with such overwhelming passion, it took my breath away.

  I parted my lips, more on instinct than any deliberate decision, and moaned when his tongue swept in to stroke mine. Heat mixed with the zings of sensation from my nape where Louis’ lips and teeth danced over my sensitive flesh, tightening my nipples and making me pant into his twin’s mouth.

  I’d missed this so much. The yearning from their kisses that pulled on my heart so perfectly, and the teasing seduction from the hands caressing up and down my sides and Louis’ lips against my neck that had my body aching within seconds.

  Some distant part of my mind tried to protest, tried to shout at me to stop—that this was so wrong on so many levels—but I pushed it away. I didn’t have the strength to withstand this, nor the will. I’d been so scared and so heartbroken for so long, and everything inside me ached for what the twins’ heated touches promised: sweet release.

  When Liam pulled back, Louis turned my head with a finger and captured my lips with his. His kiss was as passionate as his brother’s, as filled with desperate yearning and proof of the truth in his declarations of love.

  It overwhelmed me, consumed me, and I kissed him back with every ounce of my being—every ounce of the confusing swirl of longing warring in my chest to break free. The only thing that was clear in my mind as they tore my defenses down with every kiss, every touch, and every gasp of breath was that I loved them. Both of them.

  Their hands stroked my body, down my sides and up underneath my top. Rounded on my breasts, rolled my nipples and pulled my pants and underwear down my hips.

  Liam pressed scorching kisses to my stomach, trailing down over my navel while Louis ravaged my mouth with so much passion it made me moan and clutch at the twin who knelt in front of me.

  The first kiss to land on my mound made me gasp and jerk, but Louis didn’t release my lips. He flicked his tongue against mine and cupped my breasts in his large hands, tweaking the stiff little peaks as his brother opened me up with his thumbs, exposing my pulsing sex to his hunger.

  Liam’s first licks teased my inner lips and ghosted around my hooded clit, making me moan and squirm as he groaned with appreciation.

  “I’ve missed tasting you, love,” he whispered before he closed his lips around my clit.

  I groaned, almost losing my balance, but Louis’ grip kept me upright as Liam lifted one of my legs over his shoulder, anchoring me by clamping onto my backside with both hands. And then he sucked me.

  I thrashed between them, lost in sensation as they plundered my mouth, my nipples, and my pussy in one. They didn’t relent, their grips on my body only tightening the more I writhed, until suddenly and with the force of a flood, I came between them.

  Only then did they break away from me, both breathing hard, and I thought this crazy, desperate moment of yearning and lust was over. I was wrong.

  Liam eased my leg off his shoulder, but not before he got my pants and panties off me completely, discarding them before he let his hands run up my thighs.

  I opened my mouth to protest, to suggest we calm down and talk things through before we continued down a path we’d likely regret, but Louis shattered my thoughts into a million pieces when he pinched my nipples hard enough for me to mewl, then proceeded to strip my top off while I fought back against the mixed sensation of pain and pleasure.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful.” I didn’t know who rasped it out so hoarsely it went straight to my clit and abused nipples, but I saw the unabashed look of lust and longing on both their faces. I didn’t struggle when they pushed me to the ground and spread me out on top of a sleeping bag, nor did I protest when Louis stripped down and climbed between my thighs, his heated gaze intent on my now swollen and open sex.

  He was gentler than his brother had been, easing my still-zinging nerves into it with long, broad licks up the length of my slit without touching the pulsing nub up top. Slowly, my pussy came down from its first orgasm, and I rocked my pelvis up against his tongue for more. I was rewarded with rapid lashes right on my clit, but before I could do more than jerk and gasp, Liam’s lips closed around a nipple and sucked.

  My gasp turned to a deep groan at the dual assault. I grasped for purchase, my fingers twining in flaming hair, and was rewarded with deep chuckles and more of that unyielding stimulation.

  “You have such magnificent tits, love,” Liam groaned as he turned his attention to my other breast. I moaned incoherently in response, because just then Louis slipped two fingers inside of me, curving them after my G-spot. Deep, scalding pleasure roared up along my spine, making me jerk and thrash, and when he switched the lashes for thorough suckles that went right to the root of my clit, I came. Hard.

  Both twins stayed latched to my body for the duration, forcing me higher and over the peak again—and again, letting me scream until my throat burned before they finally pulled back.

  I came down slowly, with a floating sensation fluttering through my body from the tips of my toes to the roots of my hair. Blearily, I looked down at Louis, who gave me the smuggest smirk I’d ever seen on a man. And that’s after knowing the two of them for a while.

  He wiped the clear sheen I’d left on his lips and chin with a hand and popped a finger in his mouth to suck off the leftovers. His eyes fluttered shut, and the moan of pleasure that rumbled out of his chest made my toes curl.

  “All right there, love?” Liam pulled my attention from his brother by putting two fingers under my chin so he could turn my head. He looked somewhat amused at my dazedness, but the burning desire in his stormy eyes was the far greater emotion. It made still-buzzing muscles down low in my abdomen clench with want, despite my well-sucked clit’s pleas for a timeout.

  “Uh-huh,” I breathed, humming when he pressed a languid kiss to my lips.

  “That’s good,” he whispered, his voice husky and filled with unmistakable lust. “Because I’m going to screw your pussy raw. You have no fucking idea how sexy you look when you come for us, do you?”

  I could only whimper in response as Louis slipped three fingers up inside of me as if on cue, pumping me slowly but oh so thoroughly. When he thrilled his fingertips over my pulsing G-spot, I cried out and arched up for more.

  “I think she’s ready,” he said, that smug smile still evident in his voice. Probably because I was so soaking wet even three of his fingers moved with relative ease in my tight sheath. He pulled them out and slapped his palm down between my widespread legs, smacking my swollen pussy none too gently. I jolted and moaned, the sting lancing through my molten flesh and blazing through already tensed nerves.

  “Get on your hands and knees, love. I ain’t asking twice,” he rumbled, the laugh in his voice gone as if it’d never been there, replaced by rough urgency.

  I scrambled to get my jellied limbs to obey, somehow twisting around on the sleeping bag so I ended up facing Louis.

  He smirked down at me and wrapped a hand around my jaw, gently teasing my lower lip with a thumb. “Guess that’ll do. Open that pretty mouth for me, baby.”

  I did, nipping at his thumb and flicking my tongue across its tip when he dipped the digit into the wet cavern of my mouth. But my teasing came to a stop when Liam rubbed a hand up along the slit of my pussy from behind, tapping my clit with his fingertips before he spread my lips open, exposing my entrance.

  “God, you’re wet. You want this, don’t you, you dirty slut? You want to suck my brother while I fuck your sopping little cunt into oblivion, don’t you?” he growled. The heavy pressure of his other hand pushed down on my lower back, forcing me to arc my arse in a lewd invitation. “Guess what, love? You’ll get exactly what you need.”

  Every ounce of blood in my body burned at his words, and I whined a wordless confir
mation around Louis’ thumb.

  “That’s what I thought.” Liam’s growl was followed by thick pressure against my opening. I cried out when my body’s resistance gave way and he sank the full length of his cock all the way up inside of me, hilting me with one smooth push. I’d still struggled a bit with their size the last time I slept with Louis, and it’d been weeks since either man had last penetrated me. It hurt to take Liam now, even after all the foreplay, but it was a good kind of pain. When his hips slapped against my arse with a wet smack, I was so perfectly, excruciatingly full, all I could do for a few moments while my body adjusted was pant. Liam groaned behind me, the pleasure he got from being inside of me unmistakable.

  “Fuck, you feel so goddamn perfect,” he moaned. “How do you feel this fucking perfect?”

  Within moments, the deep, dull pangs from stretched flesh melted into nothing but pleasure as my pussy fluttered around the intrusion, remembering how to mold itself after a cock this fat. Liam knew as well, could feel my body yielding, and dug his fingers into my hips to anchor himself. And then, he thrust.

  The thick slide made me cry out, but no sooner had I opened my mouth than Louis pressed his hard cock in between my lips. I loosened my jaw and let him rock fully into my mouth, flicking my tongue around the crown of his head and the frenulum underneath on its way in.

  Louis hissed, pulling me closer by my jaw until his fat cock nudged at the back of my throat. Had it been anyone other than the twins, I would have panicked and gagged, but not with them. Even in this primal a stage, or perhaps because of it, I knew neither man would ever hurt me. So instead of pulling away, I relaxed and let the thrusts from Liam fucking me guide Louis’ cock as deep as it could go without entering my throat. There was still a good bit outside of my lips, but Louis didn’t seem to mind. His eyes were half-closed in obvious pleasure as he rested his hands in my hair, guiding me down on his cock again and again.

  I rocked between them, clenching at the sleeping bag beneath me with both hands in order to stay in place the harder the twins moved, buffeting me back and forth like a leaf caught between two stormfronts. The slick sounds of hard cocks fucking wet flesh mixed with the smell of sex and groans of pleasure, filling my world until I was blind to anything but the scarlet-tinged haze of being taken by the two men who’d stolen my love and broken my heart.

  I don’t know how long I was on my hands and knees between them like that, lost in my own bubble of pleasure and endorphins, but when Liam reached underneath me and pinched my clit, I came back to with a shriek.

  Louis groaned, undoubtedly from the vibrations around his cockhead still lodged deep in my mouth, and kept my mouth on him by tightening his grip in my hair when I tried to pull away. “Ah, ah, love. You can have your clit rubbed and still suck my dick,” he purred, thrusting a little harder for emphasis. “Pull away again and you’re gonna get off with my dick down your throat.”

  I tried to shoot him a warning glare, but just then Liam pinched my clit again, hard, and pulled on it with sharp little tugs that shot pangs of pained ecstasy down my thighs and up my spine, making every muscle in my body spasm. I screamed around Louis’ cock as Liam tortured my aching clit and fucked my pussy with every ounce of strength in his body, panting growls of pleasure into the air behind me for every time his cock hilted in my convulsing sheath.

  Gone was Louis’ warning, and I desperately tried to pull my lips off his cock to control even some of the excruciating pleasure bursting through my body and mind. His fingers in my hair didn’t give me an inch, and when Liam forced me forward with the impact of his hips slapping against my arse and I screamed as he ground his fingers against my clit with enough strength to make me see stars, Louis pushed his cock deeper than before. The burning stretch as he entered my throat came at the exact moment my orgasm hit me.

  I tried to scream, but no sound came, tried to thrash against the violent roar of devastating bliss ripping through my core and pulsing through my nerves to every cell in my quivering body, but their hands kept me from fighting. They both cried out in my place, hands tightening on my hips and in my hair as Louis fucked my throat for one, two, three thrusts before he came, spilling his seed deep before he pulled out.

  I swallowed because I had no other choice and gasped for air, but didn’t have time to think before Liam’s punishing pounding of my still twitching pussy ripped my attention to him. I cried out brokenly and was rewarded when too many fingers tweaked my pebbled nipples and rubbed my aching clit to another, pained orgasm.

  Liam came with me this time, roaring his pleasure as I sobbed underneath, shuddering in the throes of climax. When he finally stilled behind me, his bruising grip on my hips easing, I sank down on the sleeping bag in a boneless heap, too exhausted to move so much as a finger.

  Liam stayed inside me, his strong body resting on top of mine, though he took enough of his own weight to not squish me.

  Louis sprawled out next to us, tangling our fingers. “You okay, love?”

  “Uhhu,” I managed to grunt. I turned my head so I could look into his eyes. They were brimming with pure, unadulterated happiness. “But maybe give a girl a heads-up next time, eh?”

  “I did,” he said with a cheeky smile. “And you took it like a champ.”

  “Next time?” Liam rumbled above me before he ghosted a kiss to the side of my cheek. “Someone ready for seconds?”

  I gave a halfhearted snort. “It was a figure of speech. There’s no way we’re doing that again anytime soon.”

  “Really?” Liam asked. He sounded way more intrigued than he had any business doing.

  “No way at all?” Louis continued, and the devilish gleam in his eyes was unmistakable.

  I groaned in vain protest. “Please. Don’t.”

  “Don’t what?” Liam purred into my ear. He nuzzled at my cheek with his nose and flicked his tongue out to tease my earlobe.

  “Lick your sweet little clit until you beg for more?” Louis finished. He rolled over so he could sit up on his knees, a predatory draw to the tilt of his lips.

  I grimaced. My clit was still pulsing from Liam’s rough stimulation and the orgasms they’d wrung out of me only moments before. “God, no.”

  Liam snorted and sat up, still keeping his slowly growing cock deep in my sheath. “Pretty sure it’s the first time I’ve heard that one.”

  “How about this, then—You suck us hard and we won’t hold you down and force you to get off on our tongues until you’re raw,” Louis said. This time, the hungry growl in his voice was unmistakable.

  Soreness aside, the dirty suggestion made my pussy clench arduously on Liam’s cock. His hard length pulsed in response, filling me more insistently.

  “Hm, feels like she’s not entirely opposed to that idea,” Liam hummed. He gave me a playful thrust, making me whimper, but then pulled out. “Which is it going to be then, love? Suck us off, or have your clit forced to give up a dozen or two more orgasms?”

  I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to go free once I’d gotten them hard, but as enticing as their other offer sounded, my clit was pretty sore. Plus, as reluctant as my tired body was, I couldn’t deny the thrill of wondering what they’d come up with next. I forced myself to roll over and sit up, turning my head so my lips bumped into Louis’ cock. He wasn’t fully hard, but he wasn’t fully soft, either. Their lack of refractory period had been a lot to deal with when it’d just been one of them. This time, I just hoped I’d still be able to walk once they’d finally had their fill.

  Louis smirked down at me and slid his cock into my mouth when I obediently parted my lips. “Good girl,” he groaned.

  I flicked my tongue around his crown and took him deeper, and he swelled to full size before I’d managed to do anything else, forcing my jaw apart.

  “God, you’re so good at sucking cock,” he groaned, stroking my cheek as he pulled out. “Ready for more?”

  I nodded unthinkingly, the taste of him still buzzing on my tongue and making my pussy long to
be filled. I wasn’t sure what it was about these two, but being with them had me aching for more even when my body was weak from too many orgasms already.

  Louis moved down between my legs, swapping places with his twin. I opened my mouth for Liam, eager to please him too even though he was already fully hard from watching me with his brother.

  Liam slipped in between my lips with a rumble, filling my mouth with the tangy flavor of our combined releases. Had he been anyone else, I wouldn’t have enjoyed it—but he wasn’t. And I did.

  I sucked his cock clean, humming my appreciation as he petted my hair and told me I was “such a good girl” while Louis stroked his hand up and down my swollen lower lips, preparing me for more without touching my sore clit.

  Only when Liam pulled out of my mouth, his cock hard and pulsing, did Louis guide his cock to my opening and push in to the hilt.

  I groaned, falling down on my back at the feel of him. It didn’t hurt this time, not after how thoroughly Liam had fucked me just moments before, and the rush of pleasure was instant.

  “That’s it,” Louis murmured as he lowered himself above me, letting me feel his weight as he rolled his hips between my eagerly spread thighs. “Take me just like that. All the way inside.”

  I moaned for more and he sped up, the slow undulations quickly turning to hard thrusts. I clutched at his shoulders and mewled, lost in the pleasure. I could feel my body trying to climb, slowly this time, and tensed up to chase the ecstasy I knew would come if he kept pumping me like this. How I’d wanted to stop before was beyond me—being with them felt so good; why would I ever want it to end?

  “Turn her over.” Liam’s voice was a faint echo in my haze of pleasure, but then that wonderful thrusting stopped and Louis rolled us over so I was suddenly straddling him.

  I growled in frustration and moved my hips, eager to chase the promise of bliss I’d been nearing, but Louis wrapped his arms tighter around me, stilling my movements.

  “What—”

  He kissed me, swallowing my irritated protest. His lips were soft and so scorching, my mind turned blank. I parted my lips for his questing tongue, and when Liam’s fingers slid down my back to my upturned arse, I mindlessly tried to arch up for more of his titillating caresses.