by Roxie Noir
“I can’t actually tell them apart,” Lucy admitted.
“Racist,” Declan teased. “Heath’s on the left, he’s watching until Jackson tries to get his neck again and then he’s going to end it.”
Declan was right: they circled a few more times, the other wolf snapping and tiring himself out, and finally, Heath locked onto his neck, holding on for seconds on end, until finally the other wolf let out a high-pitched yelp. Heath let him go, and Jackson rolled over onto his back.
“So that means they give up?” Lucy asked.
“It’s a show of submission,” Declan said, casually, as if it were a normal thing to say. “Nobody gets too hurt in these fights. It’s for fun, not for guts.”
Lucy looked at his black eye and the deep scratch on his cheek, and Declan started laughing. “This is nothing,” he said. “This was a scuffle.”
Without thinking, she reached one hand up to his face, tracing her fingers softly just under the deep cut. It was angry and red, still recent, no older than a day or two, she thought.
“It looks worse than it is,” he said. “You should see the other guy.”
Lucy half-smiled.
Both wolves in the ring were standing now, and Lucy glanced behind herself at them, doing the lupine equivalent of back-slapping, nipping at each other’s ears, pawing at each other’s heads.
“Are they gonna fight again?” she asked.
“Nah,” said Declan.
Sure enough, Heath and Jackson trotted back toward one of the gates, disappearing into a dark hallway. Lucy leaned against the fence and looked after them.
She thought that she could just barely see one of the wolves, its outline slowly lengthening upward into a naked man. It could have been her eyes playing tricks, though. She couldn’t tell.
“C’mon,” said Declan.
“Where are we going?” Lucy asked, but he was too far ahead of her, not listening. She elbowed her way through the crowd of leather-jacketed men who looked at her just a little bit too long, still feeling their eyes on her back and she hurried to catch up to Declan.
He pushed open another door and waited for her, holding it open just long enough for her to get through.
She realized she was in the locker room and stopped short, just inside the door. Both of the men who’d just fought were there, shirtless and wearing only jeans, scratches and bruises covering their naked, muscled chests.
“Good fight,” the one named Jackson was saying to Heath. He had two huge paw prints on his chest, one on each pec, and Lucy watched them wiggle, mesmerized, as he dressed.
“Next time, man,” said Heath. “You almost got me good a couple times, there.”
Jackson sauntered toward the door, nodding at Declan as he did.
“Nice fight the other night,” he said, pushing the door open.
“You looked good out there,” Declan responded, and then Jackson walked out of the room and the three of them were alone in a makeshift locker room.
It wasn’t much of a room. There were a few metal folding chairs scattered around, and freestanding metal lockers with no locks along one wall. Another door led somewhere else — an exit, Lucy hoped, because she was beginning to feel a little bit claustrophobic in this apparently-endless basement.
“So,” said Heath, walking the few steps to where Lucy and Declan stood, still shirtless, bruises just beginning to purple on his side, “You come with a kiss for the winner?”
Lucy blushed again, hard, but Declan just chuckled.
“It was a close fight,” he said, and stepped up to Heath.
Then he kissed him hard, on the lips. One hand snaked around Heath’s head, crushing the other man against him.
Heath put his own arm around Declan, grabbing the other man by the hips and pulling him against himself, hard. Lucy could see the muscles in his arm knot with the force of it, and she felt an odd, heady sensation rush over her.
She could feel the flush creep over her face and then down her neck as she watched the two men kissing roughly, their mouths moving against each other. Flashes of teeth and tongue showed through their lips, Declan’s hand tight in Heath’s hair.
I really thought he was asking me for a kiss, she thought.
She was disappointed, but there was also something else. She knew she should stop watching — she felt like she was intruding horribly — but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from two of the handsomest, sexiest men she’d ever seen kissing.
No. They were full-on making out.
The two men broke apart and Lucy rushed to look away, whirling around, her hand on the door, pretending that she’d been really, really interested in lockers the entire time.
“Where are you going?” asked Heath’s low, raspy voice.
Even though her hand was on the door, Lucy hesitated.
Maybe they won’t mind if I just watch, she thought.
“I was leaving,” she said, turning her face partway toward him.
“I didn’t get my kiss yet,” he said, and she felt his hand on her upper arm.
She let herself be pulled toward him, turning to see his ropy, muscled frame still holding onto Declan’s waist with one hand, her arm with the other.
Then he pulled her in and leaned down, his mouth meeting hers firmly, his hand sliding from her arm to her waist, pulling her hard against both his and Declan’s bodies.
He was warm and dry, his lips surprisingly hard, and his tongue darted out to tease at her lips.
There was a very small part of Lucy that protested. What are you doing? It asked. You’re alone in a locker room with two wolves. Anything could happen.
Then she thought, I hope it does.
She parted her lips and Heath’s tongue rushed in, locking with hers. His hand in the small of her back pressed even harder, and she felt almost swept off of her feet as she was crushed against his naked chest.
He pulled back from her and looked like he was about to say something but Declan leaned in again, taking Heath’s head in his hands. As the two men kissed, half looking like they were fighting, Declan’s hand moved from Heath’s face, down his chest, and then over to Lucy’s back, pulling the girl to him.
When their lips parted, they leaned their foreheads together, chests gasping for air. Heath swallowed once, hard, then tugged up on Declan’s shirt, grabbing at the neck, pulling it way.
“Get that off,” he said gruffly.
Declan obeyed, tugging his t-shirt over his head in one smooth motion, revealing a sculpted chest and abs, nothing like anyone Lucy had ever seen in person before.
She didn’t have time to think about it, though, because Heath pulled her against him, her back against his front, his hands at her waist as he bent and began kissing and nibbling at her neck.
How’d he know my weak spot? Lucy wondered, briefly, as she sighed out loud.
Now shirtless, Declan grabbed Heath by the belt loops and pulled the three of them together, Lucy in the middle of a man sandwich. She could definitely, definitely feel that both of them had erections, and she was surprised by how big they felt, even through the layer of denim that separated them.
Now someone’s hands — she no longer knew or cared whose — were on her breasts, touching them, rubbing his hands over her nipples, even through her shirt and bra. She let out another sound, this one a quiet little moan as she felt the heat inside her form an arrow pointing straight down, soaking her panties.
Her shirt came off, and then her bra quickly after that, two sets of big, strong hands teasing at her nipples and kneading the firm flesh of her breasts, even as she made out with Declan, then Heath, lost utterly to the moment, to the anticipation of being with two men at the same time.
Suddenly, the door pushed open and someone she didn’t know started coming in, saw them, and stopped. Automatically, Lucy’s hands went to cover her chest, and she was suddenly aware of where she was — somewhere that people could just walk into at any time, for one thing.
“Sorry,” the guy said, c
losing the door.
“We ought to move,” rumbled Declan, standing in front of her. “The infirmary free?”
“Lights are off,” said Heath.
Declan moved toward the other door in the room, opened it, and turned on the lights.
“Yup,” he said.
Heath bent and then picked Lucy up in his arms. She gave a surprised squeak, and then he was carrying her into the little room. There was nothing in there but a desk and a cot, the kind she usually sat on in doctor’s offices.
Heath put her down on that, taking the moment to undo her jeans and pull them down along with her polka-dot panties.
Silently, she thanked whatever gods existed that she’d worn new underwear that day, but then immediately forgot about it as Heath grabbed her thighs and pulled them roughly apart, bending over her and putting his face right above her downy mound.
“I didn’t—“ Lucy got out, and then her speech turned to a moan as Heath’s tongue found her clit, licking it lightly back and forth, making the girl squirm and moan.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, burying her hands in his hair. “Oh my god...”
She could have sworn he chuckled, the rush of air suddenly cool against her.
He licked slowly and then quickly, varying speeds and pressure, somehow always heightening her anticipation, her arousal, until her whole back was arching off the cot and she was moaning out loud, any thought of decency utterly gone from her head.
His tongue made its way into every part of her, she thought: a slowly, steady journey from her clit down to her opening, where he licked the length of her lips, tasting her wetness and arousal, then dipping just inside, making her gasp and squeeze her eyes shut, then back up, his tongue circling and flicking at her clit until she was gasping for air, her chest heaving.
“Don’t stop,” she begged, breathlessly. “I’m gonna come, please don’t stop.”
Behind Heath, Declan reached around him and undid his jeans, sliding the denim down his legs as the other men licked Lucy steadily, then nestling himself against Heath, taking his long, firm erection in his hand and pumping up and down.
Lucy could feel the vibration in his tongue as Heath moaned from the steady, hard pressure of Declan’s hand on his cock. Her hands made fists in his hair, not caring if she pulled it all out.
She was on the brink, she knew, of the best thing she’d ever felt, here in this dingy back room of an underground fighting ring. Heath’s tongue was utterly relentless, and he knew exactly what he was doing.
Just as she was about to cum, she felt two fingers slip inside her tight, wet channel, their pads rough against her sensitive walls and she felt her entire body spasm, her cunt locking hard around those delicious fingers, that tongue still moving against her, Heath still gasping and moaning in time with Declan’s hand.
It felt to Lucy like a river of fire was moving through her, hard and fast, and she completely lost control. Her body bucked and she pulled Heath’s face against her as hard as she could, wild and wanting nothing more than to get every last drop of pleasure that she could.
After long seconds, her body stopped shaking, and she came to her senses.
Right away, she let Heath’s hair go and he stood.
“Sorry—“ she said, leaning up on one elbow, and then she saw Declan’s hand on Heath’s cock, getting it hard and primed and ready. Declan’s pants were off, too, and he was moving his hips against Heath, grinding against the other man, a glazed-over look of bliss in his eyes.
“Don’t apologize,” he murmured. “That was beautiful.”
Propped on her elbows, for once, Lucy didn’t blush.
Declan let go of Heath and came around the other man, standing in front of him, also bending over Lucy, still flush with desire.
He reached one hand to her breasts, tweaking both her nipples at once and massaging them, making her archer her back just a little, a soft moan escaping her lips.
“Could you take a round two?” he murmured, his hands venturing lowering and lower, down her belly, and then brushing at her mound.
Lucy nodded and licked her lips.
“I think so,” she said.
Declan’s face broke into a wicked grin and his fingers found her clit, pinching it lightly between them. He grabbed one leg with each arm, the muscles bulging as he lifted, and he hoisted her knees over his shoulder.
“I’ve wanted to do this since the moment I first saw you,” he said.
The tip of his cock was right there, at her entrance. She was soaking wet and absolutely ached for him to enter her.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
Declan pushed in, his thick cock stretching her lips apart, and Lucy moaned as the monster slid inside her, touching every sensitive spot she had, touching places that she dind’t think had ever been touched before.
“Oh God,” she moaned again.
A hand found her clit once more, and a voice was at her side: not Declan.
“Is that all you can say?” Heath’s low voice teased.
Lucy just nodded, reveling in the pleasure so intense that she couldn’t think of anything else.
He laughed again and lowered his head, flicking his tongue across her nipple.
“You feel so good,” Declan moaned. “I’m so deep inside you.”
She could feel the fronts of his thighs against her buttocks as he sank himself deep, again and again, moaning and gasping, trying to get as deep inside her as he could.
Gradually, he thrust faster and faster, deeper and deeper, until Lucy felt like with every thrust his cock was somewhere near her bellybutton, hitting her deep pleasure centers. She was lightheaded, seeing stars.
Then, suddenly, he slowed. Lucy lifted her head to look at him.
“I don’t want to cum just yet,” he said.
He bent over her, pushing his cock deep and making her moan, and then, still inside her, he lifted her, spun them both, and sat himself on the edge of the cot, Lucy now straddling him. It was narrow, and her feet hung off each side, her weight pushing her as far onto him as she could possibly go.
“Your cock feels so good,” she moaned. “Don’t ever cum, I just want to ride it forever.”
Declan chuckled, both his hands tight on her thighs.
“You’ve got a couple minutes,” he said.
Behind her, Heath opened and closed a drawer in the desk, and then Lucy felt something wet land right above her ass, dripping down the crack between her buttocks. It was cold, but not unpleasant.
Following it was Heath’s rough, warm finger, as it found its way to her tight, puckered back hole, circling it.
Whatever reservations Lucy might have had about that were utterly gone, left somewhere outside the bar. She was surprised, but not dismayed.
“Oh,” she said, shifting her weight just a little bit forward, giving Heath better access. His other hand was on her back, making its way down, and then one finger slipped inside her ass, sending a shiver through her entire body.
“That feels good,” she whispered. She wasn’t riding Declan as hard now, just moving subtly back and forth, delirious in the feeling of his cock moving inside her.
The finger slid deeper, probing at her, moving around, touching strange, intimate places that she’d never known could feel good.
Declan pinched her nipples, as Heath added another finger, filling her a little fuller, then a third. She was so turned on, so into it that she wasn’t resisting at all, just rocking back and forth, enjoying every sensation that these two men could give her.
She was beginning to feel tight inside, like three fingers and one big cock was all she could possibly take when the fingers slid out.
“No, put them back,” she protested, still riding Declan dreamily. “That felt so good.”
When she looked behind her, she realized that Heath was dripping the slick, clear liquid on his own cock, firmly in his fist, as he stroked its length and girth.
Her eyes went wide.
“I don’t think that’ll
work,” she said.
Heath came over to her, planted his lips on her shoulder, kissing her with a tiny nibble. “But I can try?” he asked.
His hand trailed down to her back hole, just touching it, and she sighed with pleasure.
“Yes,” she said, and she leaned forward, over Declan, shifting her weight and offering up her back hole to Heath.
He went slow, just positioning the head of his cock at her entrance and then pushing in so slowly that it took a while before Lucy could even tell what was happening: she was riding Declan, something on her hole, and then, slowly, it was being filled, and she was being stretched in a way she’d never even imagined that she could be.
Even more, she’d certainly never imagined that it could feel so good.
He moved slightly as he pushed in, little by little, and Lucy felt more and more filled until, suddenly, she realized that she was utterly stuffed, couldn’t possibly take any more girth. She gasped, her hands making fists against Declan’s strong chest, her eyes closed.
“Almost,” Heath murmured behind her. “Almost, almost.”
Lucy didn’t know if she could bear it, but she tried. She desperately wanted to take both men at once, to have their cocks together inside her, both fucking her at the same time, driving her pleasure to new heights.
Then, at last, she something pop through the ring of muscle in her back hole, and then she was utterly, completely filled as Heath slid his cock home, all the way into her ass in one motion.
“Oh god,” he repeated, over and over. “Oh god, you’re so tight.”
“I can feel your cock through her,” Declan said to him, his eyes shut tight.
“I can feel both your cocks,” Lucy whispered.
She was a little afraid that she could pass out, the pleasure was so intense. She saw spots in front of her eyes as everything inside her swirled together: the new, strange, utterly pleasurably sensation of the huge cock in her ass, the breathless pleasure of Declan’s monster in her cunt.
The three of them rocked back and forth for a moment, Heath thrusting shallowly into Lucy’s ass a few times, as they worked out a rhythm: he thrust as Lucy rode Declan, but it didn’t last long.