Double Deep Dark Desires

by Olivia Harp

  “No,” Mills roared, and pulled her to him, laying down on the row of seats and pulling her on top of him.

  His hard cock pressed against her belly, his balls grazed her center. Beast stood behind her, pulling her hair.

  “Say you want this,” he ordered.

  Jena nodded, biting her lip.

  The next moment Mills cock grazed her entrance, her juices drenching his cock in an instant.

  Beast leaned forward, whispering in her ear.

  “Say you want it.”

  “Yes!” She said, “fuck me!”

  “Say it again,” he commanded.

  “Fuck me, please.”

  Mills entered her, his cock sliding easily in her sheath, sending brief flashes of pain that turned into bolts of delight. It was so much more than she could handle.

  He was deep inside, touching the deepest recesses of her body, going in and out, in and out, his length and girth filling her completely. She closed her eyes, lost in ecstasy.

  Beast grabbed her hands, wrapping them behind her back, pulling her hair back as if she was their prisoner.

  She’d never done it like this. Never thought she would love it this much. Being in their power, helpless, but at the same time, knowing they did this because they knew she would like it. Because they knew she would love it.

  Beast positioned himself over her, his strong arms by her sides, she knew what was coming. It was his turn to take her.

  His turn?

  As if she was their sex toy. Or maybe they were hers.

  Maybe a little bit of both.

  She held Beast’s neck with her right hand and kissed him, her skin pressed against their hard, hot muscles.

  Mills caressed her legs, then pulled her to him.

  “Take me, Beast,” she said, pulling away from their kiss, “take me.”

  Beast thickness pressed against her entrance, now soaked in her juices. She was completely naked in a dark movie theater, it would be easy for anyone to catch them, but it didn’t matter, she loved the feeling of danger this gave her.

  And she didn’t care about anything but them. Pleasing them, being pleased by their touch. It was a match made in Heaven.

  Beast’s rod slid into her, oh God, he’s too big. She bit Mill’s chest, to bear the pain. But the deeper her other man went, the more she wanted him, the more she needed him.

  He was half way inside when both of their cockheads pressed against each other, separated only by a thin layer of muscle, sending wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure through her body.

  She screamed, not remembering to keep quiet.

  Beast stopped, “did I hurt you?”

  She turned back, her face full of intensity.

  “Fuck me, you animal!”

  He did, both of them did. They embedded themselves deep inside her body, their hard muscles pressed against her skin, she’d never felt so close to anyone before.

  Her hand rushed to feel the Beast’s back; every ridge on that man’s body was hers, just like Mills. They were sex gods and she was their loyal servant.

  Just a few days ago, thinking of doing this would have been met with denial, of course I would have said no to the idea, now she wondered how was it possible to have lived for so long without it.

  Without them.

  She was an addict now. She couldn’t live without these men, surrender herself to them, to be taken by them.

  The dam was about to break, she couldn’t hold it any longer. She held Mills by the neck and her whole body went hard, the two men inside of her suddenly felt even harder and thicker than they were a second ago.

  An electric ecstasy coursed from her center out, making her body quiver in delight, she couldn’t help it, she yelled again.

  It was delicious agony, her men joining her, all of them exploding at the same time, filling her with the warmth of their seed until she couldn’t hold it in.

  It was a loud, unapologetic moan, joined by the roar of orgasmic ecstasy by Beast and Mills. Now, only the violent sounds of a wild ocean filled the theater.

  There was a storm going on in the movie. It was loud, but not nearly loud enough to muffle their cries.

  She kissed Mills quickly, embarrassment suddenly flooding her. I’m naked!

  The expanding and contracting torso of her men felt like a soft caress against her, all of them still laid flat on the row of seats.

  Jena started giggling. She couldn’t help it, everything happened so quickly, and it had been so crazy that she didn’t know how else to react.

  “You’re insane,” she told her men, trying to muffle her laughter, “oh my God, you’re totally insane.”

  They began laughing, too, realizing what they had just done. Beast sat softly up, his manhood still in her, sliding out, hot as ever.

  Mills did the same, she could have them inside of her forever.

  “I need clothes!” She whispered. Beast covered his laughter and nodded, Mills passed her a couple of bags full of all the clothes she bought a few hours ago.

  She put a blouse on, her bra laying on top of the back of the seat next to them. They’d been so completely, unabashedly obvious about this that she didn’t want to even look at the old couple a dozen or so rows down below them.

  Her two men stared at her, then at the screen, feigning innocence, the smiles on their faces more than enough to let anyone know what they just did. Jena put on her sexy underwear, which was, by the way, still wet and felt herself blush.

  When she sat up, everything looked normal. No one had seen them.

  The old lady turned her head around and locked eyes with her. It wasn’t a judgmental look, it was worse: she smiled and winked at her, she knew what happened.

  Jena felt her skin crawl. She pressed her lips and tapped on her men hands.

  “Guys, do you want to leave?”

  “What, why? The movie’s just getting better.”

  “I think those people know what we were doing.”

  “So?”

  “So? I don’t know, I’m embarrassed!”

  “You shouldn’t be,” said Beast, “what we just did was fucking incredible.”

  She smiled her awkward smile.

  “Okay, dear,” he said, looking at Mills, who nodded and stood first.

  “Let’s go.”

  “Thank you.”

  They sneaked out of the theater, Jena always looking at the floor, she couldn’t bring herself to look up and probably meet that woman’s eyes again, it would be too much.

  When they passed by them the woman cleared her throat and her eyes turned to her for a brief moment. She raised her eyebrows, as if proud at Jena, then winked at her again and turned to the screen.

  That was it, Jena felt like dying.

  They got back to the main hall. All kinds of emotions rushed through her veins, the post-orgasm relaxation invaded her, then she felt something she knew she shouldn’t be feeling. It was the worst mistake she could make, a mistake so dangerous it might break her completely.

  Love.

  Her heart thudded in her chest as her men grabbed her hands and walked out of the building. All she could think about was how great it all felt. How new. This was something she’d never, ever, experienced before.

  I can’t fall in love. Not with two men. It would never work out, and in the end she would end up getting hurt, just like always.

  She had to do something.

  I won’t allow it.

  No, she wouldn’t. This wasn’t love. Couldn’t be.

  The sun was setting, its last rays of light painting the horizon in bright orange, contrasting with the dark clouds above.

  A soft drizzle began to pour.

  It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

  This was going to be just a quick shopping trip, just that.

  A cold breeze hit her face. It was supposed to be uncomfortable, bad weather.

  But seeing the smiles on her men’s faces turned everything around. They held hands for a while, out in the stree
t, going back to their car.

  She was lost. She didn’t want to, but she fucked up.

  You fucked everything up, Jena.

  A lump gathered at her throat, she couldn’t talk or her voice would break. Tears welled on her eyes.

  Jena took a deep breath and kept on walking. The boys carried her bags, unaware of what was happening.

  You really fucked it up this time.

  There was no denying it. She loved them.

  Chapter 22

  Mills

  The drive back home was almost completely in silence. It was supposed to take about forty-five minutes, maybe even an hour, but the traffic didn’t help.

  The droning noise of the vehicles felt like a weird, serene lullaby. Before long, Jena and Beast were fast asleep, Jena by his side, on the copilot’s seat, Beast on the back.

  Mills smiled, this had been the best afternoon in years. Probably in all my life.

  He turned the stereo’s volume down, he didn’t want them to wake up.

  The sun was almost gone now, he frowned, they still had a job to do.

  That thought woke him up. They needed to plan their approach. The enemy was not going to be waiting for them, the guards would probably even be bored and sleepy. The weather helped in that sense.

  If they were quiet enough, they might be able to burn the place down without taking too many risks.

  He grabbed the wheel so hard his knuckles went white, a cold shiver ran through him. He’d never been so lucky in his life. Maybe this was his punishment. A brief glimpse at the life he could have had before dying.

  Things always go to shit. Nothing good ever lasts.

  And this was the best thing that ever happened to him.

  He was scared.

  Not only for himself, but for her, too.

  If anything happened to her, well, that would be it. There was nothing for him after.

  Nothing at all.

  * * *

  “It’s seems too easy,” Beast grunted.

  “Intel says it’s only five guys, including two guards at the entrance, the Saliani’s got confident.”

  Beast nodded, looking at the small map they had on the table.

  Jena cooked dinner, chicken and mashed potatoes, Mills never liked eating before a job like this.

  It smelled delicious, though. He would have a hard time saying no to this.

  His stomach rumbled. Beast locked eyes with him.

  “Are you ready?” He said.

  Mills nodded, and put his gun on the table.

  He could hear Jena’s humming a song as she made dinner.

  The few pieces of furniture in the house were put to use, they were going to eat at this very table.

  “Guys,” she called from the kitchen, “it’s ready.”

  He and Beast looked at the map again, it was fairly simple.

  Go in, go out. That’s it.

  “It should take us what, fifteen minutes?”

  “Less than that, if we do it right.”

  The warehouse wasn’t that big, just ten thousand square feet. One of the oldest ones in the city, too. It had two exits and three loading docks.

  “Are you hungry?” Beast asked.

  “Starving.”

  “Do you feel like eating?”

  “No.”

  Beast smiled. He didn’t have to say it. He felt the same way.

  “Let’s go make our woman happy.”

  Mills smiled. Being with her would calm them. After tonight, things would be easier for everyone. Boss Caronte would be King of Chicago, and forget about Jena.

  Mills turned off the lights and headed to the kitchen, the smell of spicy chicken made his stomach rumble again.

  Everything about Jena drove him wild. He missed her already.

  Shit.

  “It’s going to be fine,” he told Beast, trying to reassure him, but he was only trying to convince himself.

  Somehow, he felt he wouldn’t be that lucky.

  Chapter 23

  Beast

  Beast saw how tense Jena was. She pretended she was all right, her conversation as lively as ever, but beneath the surface, he knew she was trembling with fear.

  She didn’t even know what they were going to do but was afraid of something going wrong.

  She truly cared about them.

  That’s never happened before.

  It was weird. That feeling was like a weight on his shoulders, a burden he never had to bear. But at the same time, she was the energy he needed in his life, she gave him a sense of purpose, she made him happy.

  No, it wasn’t a burden. It was something entirely different.

  He wouldn’t give it a name, no. It would be too dangerous.

  Love.

  He felt a shiver ran through him.

  “Pass the dressing,” he asked Mills, the words stumbling out of his mouth.

  He didn’t even want it, just needed to focus on something, anything else.

  “Wake me up when you come back, all right?”

  They nodded, knowing full well she wouldn’t sleep.

  It was nine in the evening. The drizzle outside stopped. It was disappointing. In the back of his head, he wished for another day with her.

  This was, without a doubt, the best day in his life.

  Beast stood up, not able to take it anymore. He needed to just fucking do what he needed to do and be done with it.

  “Beast?”

  “Thank you for dinner,” he said, turning to Mills.

  “We have to go now, Jena,” Mills finished.

  “Guys, no, you still have some food—”

  “We know,” Beast said, “we’ll finish it when we come back.

  She turned away, trying to cover her tears.

  Beast rushed to her side, holding her in his arms.

  “Hey, hey.”

  Mills walked to them and she gave him a hug, too.

  “We’re going to be fine.”

  Beast smiled, Mills was even tougher than he thought.

  She kissed his friend, then him.

  “Let’s go,” he said to Mills and turned to the door. He didn’t need to say anything else.

  “Be careful, please,” Jena whispered.

  “We’ll be back soon,” Beast replied with a smile, and he meant it.

  He would be back, whatever it took.

  Both of them would. They wouldn’t just leave her there.

  * * *

  The long way back to the Chicago was silent. The car’s headlights shone on the cold pavement, his gun felt heavy, hidden in the holster under his left arm.

  He drove slowly, not wanting to have an accident out here, or worse, getting pulled over by a cop.

  “Strange, isn’t it?” Mills said.

  “What is?”

  “The boss, he hasn’t called us all day.”

  The hair on the back of his neck bristled. He was right. He had been so—

  “I just thought about it, we’ve been so busy all day that it slipped my mind.”

  “Fucking hell. Do you think we should call him?”

  “Too late now, I guess.”

  They entered Chicago and headed straight to their destination.

  Mills turned his phone off. He wouldn’t risk someone calling him while they sneaked into the warehouse, alerting everyone and getting fucking killed.

  Beast gave him his own. Mills did the same.

  “Are you ready?” Mills asked.

  “We do this and she’ll be free.”

  “Yes, I know.”

  Silence engulfed them again.

  The orange glow of the city lights paved their way. The big edifices turned to smaller apartment buildings, then they were amidst old warehouses with big yards full of containers. They were almost there.

  “Do you think she’ll be safe?” Beast asked.

  It took Mills a few seconds to answer.

  “Honestly, yes. But we can never be too sure.”

  “We’ll have to look out for her f
or a while.”

  The warehouse stood a couple blocks away, a high ceiling building with a tin roof, surrounded by white and blue Mattress 4 All pick-up trucks, and a lonely guardhouse at the entrance.

  The fucking Saliani’s were so confident about their “hidden treasure” that they didn’t even bothered to guard it right.

  “It’s genius, if you think about it,” Beast blurted out.

  “What?”

  Beast shrugged, making a right and parking near the corner of the street, hidden from view.

  “The Saliani’s make this place look like any other warehouse around, it doesn’t call anyone’s attention.”

  “Yeah, but five people?”

  “I know, but industry standard is what, one guard at night? How many people do you need here before someone starts asking questions?”

  They ran amidst the darkness of the streets, just three lampposts lit the small parking lot where the pick-up trucks sat. The plan was to go behind the warehouse, away from the guardhouse, near the loading docks, and start the operation from there.

  Beast pulled out the wire cutter and made a hole on the fence.

  Easy. Too easy.

  They hid among the parked trucks, walking closer and closer to the loading area.

  “There it is,” Mills whispered, pointing at the entrance closer to them.

  A radio noise blasted beside them, less than five yards away. Beast grabbed Mills and pulled him down.

  “All clear,” a man with a raspy voice said.

  “They’re doing their rounds,” Mills whispered. Beast nodded.

  The man walked back to the warehouse, giving a last puff at his cigarette before throwing it away, placing the big assault rifle he carried on his shoulder back in his hands.

  “Move,” he whispered to Mills, who sneaked through the next row of cars, getting closer to the guard. Beast waited for him to get in position.

  The guard didn’t look like an evil man. He was a thug, yes, and God knew he first started in this business just the same.

  But he wasn’t careful, and that would cost him everything.

  If he doesn’t play his hand right.

  In the shadow of a truck, ten or so yards away from him, Mills gave him the signal. Beast instinct took a hold of him, his feet moved without even thinking. The game was on.

  The guard blew air on his hands, the hot white steam of his breath contrasting against the dark background.