Double Deep Dark Desires

by Olivia Harp

  It was the best thing in the world.

  Two men grinding their cocks on her crease, back and forth, back and forth, fighting for more, grinding each other to pleasure her. She was all they wanted, and they didn’t care about anything else.

  She was so wet both of their shafts dripped with her juices.

  “Take me,” she said, “please.”

  “I don’t have a—”

  “I don’t care!” She interrupted him, “I’m on the pill, and I trust you.”

  “You don’t have to worry about anything.”

  Mills turned to the kitchen’s island and threw everything on it to the floor.

  Beast grabbed her and the next moment she was sitting on the marble top, her legs spread open, Mills between them, her back on Beast’s torso.

  Her sweatpants were still in the way. Mills didn’t even take them off. He pulled them just above her knees, then smirked naughtily and kissed her thighs, going slowly down, to her center.

  She was still fully dressed. Almost fully dressed. Mills pulled her legs up, kissing and licking her thighs, the warmth of his mouth making her shiver.

  Jena turned to Beast and kissed him furiously, yelling in his mouth when Mills reached her mound, tasting her.

  She needed him inside. She needed both of them inside.

  What are you thinking?

  Was she going insane? Since when did she need two men at the same time?

  It didn’t matter when or why. It was the truth. Mills pulled away from her and she knew this was it. He was very big, would she be able to fit him? She was almost afraid it would hurt.

  His cockhead pressed against her entrance, not going in yet. A flash of delirious pleasure exploded inside of her, she turned to her blonde man, his eyes full of wild lust. This was it.

  He entered her, and for a second, pain surged through her body. He was big. Way too big. A yell got stuck in her throat but he kept going in, slowly, carefully, his hands on her waist, his cock sliding deeper and deeper until he reached a place no one had reached before.

  It was like an explosion of ecstasy, his cock was more, just more than she had ever had. Strands of blonde hair fell over Mills eyes, as his body shivering with delight. He looked like the tough, rugged man she knew… but also looked vulnerable.

  His hands held her lower back, thrusting her a bit harder now, his cock sliding in and out of her, it was too much, she was engulfed by a tsunami of pleasure.

  Beast cupped her breasts over her sweatshirt. Her legs were still up, Mills inside of her, each thrust a brief flash of pain turned into agonizing pleasure.

  Her whole body trembled, she was going to explode soon, Beast hands on her chest, then her belly, his torso on her back, Mills caressing her legs as his cock slid in and out, in and out of her… it was wrong to feel this good, it was forbidden.

  She was out of breath. Her body stiffened and silence filled the room, time seemed to stop. An electric explosion surged from her core, rippling through every nerve in her body. A delirious yell escaped her, louder and rougher than she’d ever screamed before, but she couldn’t hold back, she couldn’t keep quiet.

  This was a nice neighborhood; everybody must have heard her screaming like that, surrendered to her men.

  She grabbed Mills’ blonde, wavy hair and pulled him to her.

  “Fuck me!” She grunted and another orgasm broke inside of her, her eyes suddenly white, pleasure overcoming her. Mills lips found her as he yelled his orgasm, the hot thickness of his seed filling her.

  He kept thrusting hard, she didn’t want to waste a single drop of his lust. It was hers, she wanted it inside, all of it.

  She held him tight, close to her, until he was spent. His warmth filled her like no one before, her heart thudding so hard in her chest she thought it would burst out of it in any moment.

  “Yes,” she whispered, “that’s what I wanted.”

  Beast loosened his grip on her but she raced to hold him.

  Mills ragged breaths filled the room, the only sound breaking the silence.

  “I want you,” she whispered to Beast, words that would have surprised her just a few days ago, escaping from her lips so naturally…

  Beast’s fire blue eyes stuck on her, he was holding back as much as he could. He pulled her close, turning her around, taking off her sweatpants in one swift move and throwing them away.

  She could still feel Mill’s orgasm inside of her.

  Beast kiss was rough and intense, in a swift move, he pulled her up in the air as if she weighted nothing. She straddled him, her body burning with desire, his thick cock threatening to burst out of his pants.

  She knew he was even bigger than Mills, and right now it didn’t matter.

  Tomorrow she would feel the pain of having had them inside, and she would probably have difficulty walking. And the thought of it made her crave him even more.

  Beast kept kissing her, holding her tight. This wasn’t sweet, tender love making, this was wild, savage, animalistic fucking. The tip of his cock pressed against her center and she felt how big this man was. Gigantic.

  “Fuck me, now!” She yelled and the next moment her words got lost in another orgasmic yell.

  He was so delicious, every inch of him sliding inside, letting her know this is what she asked for, what she deserved for disobeying them. For going outside.

  She held on to his thick neck. Every muscle in his body felt like hot steel. In her raw, decadent cries of ecstasy, she bit his neck, his chest, his shoulder. She clawed at his back, leaving red marks all over it. She couldn’t stop.

  She didn’t plan this, she’d never done it, it just came to her, an instinctual urge to make him completely hers.

  His thickness pleasured her with a mix of pain and delight she’d never thought existed.

  She belonged to him. She belonged to Mills. There was no question about it. They ruined her. There could be no one else. She was their slave.

  Every thought in her mind disappeared, she couldn’t think straight anymore. She was going to come again.

  No, she thought, frantically, not another one.

  But there was no mistake. Her body shook with pleasure, electric ecstasy gathered at her center, rippling outward to her burning body. If she had another orgasm she would die, she knew it, it would be too much. She wanted to feel Beast but she never thought she could have another orgasm, a third orgasm so quickly.

  “Beast!” She yelled and saying his name made it worse. Yes, that’s what he was: a wild beast taking her.

  She held him as tight as she could. All her strength focused on holding her orgasm back, and she did it… for a second only.

  “Beast!” She yelled again as his manhood reached deep into her, elation flooding her body, reaching higher and higher until she was no longer in control.

  The dam broke, another orgasmic cry escaped her. Every muscle in her body went hard, bathed in a storm of delicious sensations.

  There it is.

  He roared, his face looking up to the ceiling, trying to hold back, but it was too late, she felt him explode inside of her, his seed mixing with Mills’, hot and thick and absolutely hers. Only hers.

  She didn’t know how long they held each other, her legs still around her other man. Her muscles relaxed little by little and then she was standing, looking at them, Mills stared in silence while Beast sat on the floor, exhausted.

  Jena picked her sweat pants up from the corner of the room.

  No words needed to be said.

  This had been extraordinary. Divine, even. She put on her sweatpants and leaned on the counter in the corner of the room, studying her men.

  They were gorgeous, strong, caring. She didn’t know why they met but it had to mean something.

  Stop kidding yourself.

  She smiled, her heart beating hard in her chest, but she had to hold back tears. How long can this last?

  Right now, their hot orgasm dripped down her thighs, below her knees.

  She was
filled with their lust, and for a second, she thought this might mean more than that.

  And she wouldn’t allow herself to say it.

  Chapter 17

  Beast

  “They’re dropping like flies,” said boss Caronte, with a smirk on his face.

  Beast turned to look at Mills, he asked to see them in the morning, so they visited him at his home.

  The old man took a sip of his coffee, nodding to himself, then put the cup down on the huge desk in his studio.

  He looked fine, his left arm on a sling, everything else perfectly normal.

  The boss trusted them enough to have a chat in private. He was in a good mood, or at least, he wasn’t acting like a piece of shit like he always did.

  “After we killed that Saliani bastard, instead of looking for me, the family started fighting amongst themselves. We have to make a move.”

  “You’re the boss,” Mills said.

  “There’s a few targets we can take out, make it harder for them to retaliate.”

  Beast had to play it cool, Mills knew that, too. Just let him do the talking. The old man trusted them completely. Especially now that we saved his life.

  “I’ve talked to the rest of the family, but you know how they are, all of them soft motherfuckers.”

  “I wouldn’t know about that,” Beast said.

  He wasn’t stupid. The moment you talk shit about any member of the Caronte family you put a target on your head. How can you trust someone who talks shit behind people’s back?

  “What if we let them kill each other?” He said.

  Mills smiled, he knew what he was talking about.

  “What do you mean?”

  “We can use the intel we have. Remember the warehouse near the river? We have been looking at it for a while, but never made a move because we didn’t want to start a war.”

  “But we already started one,” his boss said, matter of factly, then laughed.

  “You know what the bastard said? He wanted peace. He wanted to divide the city.”

  Beast didn’t answer. That wasn’t such a bad idea.

  “I told him, okay, but you have to pay a tax, we’re more powerful, we can take you out anytime we want.”

  The boss started laughing, “you shoulda seen his face!”

  Beast caught Mills’ eyes. The boss wanted an excuse to kill him, he was much too confident in their ability to save him. He almost got killed because of it.

  But we never fail.

  “So, we got the motherfucker,” the boss said, shaking his head, laughing, “I told him we could take him out, he didn’t believe me!”

  His laughter filled the room again. The man started a war, he didn’t intend to negotiate, he went in there to kill a rival. Now they had to face the consequences.

  “So,” the boss finally said, calming down, “you’re saying we take out the warehouse?”

  “Yeah,” Mills replied, “they will blame each other instead of us,” Mills said.

  “They have no reason to believe we know about it, they’ll fall for it.”

  “I like it, I like it,” Boss Caronte said and an evil smirk adorned his face, “you guys are cold.”

  That was supposed to be a compliment. The enemy stored cocaine, heroin and even some weed in that warehouse before they moved it elsewhere or pushed it to Chicago itself.

  “If we take the warehouse out, one of their main profit centers is lost. They’ll go crazy.”

  “You’ll be king of Chicago by this time next year, sir.”

  Boss Caronte laughed, greed filled his eyes. He thinks he’s invincible.

  “Good,” he whispered, licking his lips, already savoring the idea.

  “We’ll do it tonight,” Mills said, “kick them while they’re still down.”

  “Call me when it’s done,” Boss Caronte said, and that was that, the meeting was over.

  What started as a peace treaty, was now full on war. At least we have the upper hand.

  But still, he and Mills knew that it was a suicide mission.

  * * *

  They left the Caronte mansion just before noon, heading back to their respective apartments, to get ready for tonight.

  Mills grabbed his Kevlar vest and a UMP-45 submachine gun.

  “We’re supposed to do this quietly,” Beast said.

  Mills just shrugged, “I like being ready.”

  “Mills,” Beast replied and the blonde sighed.

  “All right, damn it,” he said, putting it back on its briefcase, “we’ll do it quietly.”

  Beast picked up his Colt .45, his apartment felt different, somehow, as if it wasn’t his anymore. He didn’t want to be there, he had somewhere else to go.

  Mills wasn’t as talkative as always, the tension was palpable. And I’m supposed to be the quiet one. He held the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were white.

  “Just spit it out, motherfucker.”

  Mills turned to him, his eyes full of intensity, but it only lasted half a second, before relaxing and looking at the road ahead again.

  “It’s Jena,” he said.

  The sound of her name made Beast shiver. He couldn’t fool himself any longer, he couldn’t wait to see her. Yesterday had been amazing.

  After what they did in the kitchen, they all gathered themselves, headed downstairs to the basement —where it was warmer and the bed awaited— and talked for hours, until they fell asleep.

  Today, they woke up before her and left for work.

  She was aware of what they did for a living, of course, but still, she didn’t judge them.

  “Have you ever taken someone out?” She asked them directly, “someone that didn’t deserve it?”

  Jena avoided using the word “killed,” as if that made it better.

  “No,” they replied, and it was the truth.

  So far, they hadn’t killed anyone who wasn’t a thug wanting them dead, too, he was grateful for that, it made it easier.

  But still, taking a man’s life is no walk in the part.

  Most of them die slowly, lying on the street, bleeding out, calling for mom, asking for mercy.

  Some faces followed him in his nightmares. And they were there to stay.

  “Beast?”

  He didn’t realize he’d been quiet for a while.

  “Yeah?”

  “What are we going to do about her?”

  “We protect her.”

  “But if something happens to us tonight?”

  The thought hadn’t crossed his mind.

  “If she’s on her own, she might not make it.”

  “They’re not looking for her. She’s out of the equation.”

  “Do you want to take that risk so soon?”

  “Shit.”

  Yes. Shit was the answer to that.

  “Then we better make it out alive and in one piece, don’t we?”

  Mills grunted, “easier said than done.”

  Chapter 18

  Jena

  They arrived early. Her heart raced. Jena was about to run outside to meet them but had to compose herself.

  Stop acting like a child, Jena, cool it down.

  But she couldn’t stop smiling. She walked outside to meet the guys, who were getting out of the car.

  The sky was clear, and even though it was still cold, the temperature was much more bearable.

  “Hi there!”

  “Hey,” Mills said, “how was your morning?”

  “All right, I guess. I was wondering if…” She didn’t know if it was right to ask, “if I could go back home and pick up some clothes.”

  Both men stood still, then looked at each other. Mills was the first to reply.

  “I think it’s too—”

  “Guys, I need to change, you know that.”

  “Can’t you wait for a bit longer?”

  “No,” she said, looking at the deserted street, “I’m not even wearing panties today.”

  Of course she wouldn’t use the same pair of u
nderwear again. They had to understand that. Instead, their eyes went wide. Beast balled his fists and Mills just stared at her with lustful fury.

  Oh damn, I shouldn’t have said that.

  “Show us,” Mills said, almost like an order.

  Her first reaction was to obey, her hands rushing to her waist, ready to pull her sweatpants down, but she stopped herself.

  “Only if you promise to take me home—”

  “I got a better idea,” Mills interrupted, “what if we go out and buy you new ones?”

  Beast was breathing deeply, trying to calm down.

  “I don’t have much money—”

  “Hey,” Beast said, “don’t worry about that.”

  Really? They want to buy me new clothes?

  “Sorry guys, I don’t feel comfortable with that.”

  “Why?” They said at the same time, she bit her lip to stop herself from laughing.

  “Well, I don’t know. I just don’t want to.”

  “That doesn’t work,” Beast said, “you have to come up with a better excuse.”

  “I like buying my own stuff, okay?”

  “You can pick anything you want,” said Mills, “it’s not like we—”

  “It’s easier if we just head back home and—”

  “We can’t,” said Beast, “do this for us, just this once.”

  “So, you’re buying me clothes and I’m the one doing you a favor?”

  They stared at each other, then nodded.

  “Yes,” they replied, again at the same time, this time she couldn’t hold back and laughed.

  “But what if—”

  The guys approached her, each step sure and heavy.

  “Do us a favor and let us make you happy.”

  Beast gave her his hand, “come on, before I get you back inside and we stay there all day.”

  It was a tempting idea, she didn’t mind staying inside with them all day.

  Girl, stop! You need to change! How sexy can you be with smelly clothes?

  She held her breath, took Beast’s hand and said “all right, gentlemen, let’s go.”

  * * *

  “Where are we going?” Jena asked Beast, “the mall is right there.”