Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors)

by Morgan Kelley

  Hands wandered, stripping away the masks as they began the unwrapping process. They were desperate to find what was hidden beneath the costume. Both men became crazed as the fabric fell away. Their Jolie was practically bare beneath, except for the gold bra-like covering and a belly chain.

  Both men growled low in their chests, like the predators they were.

  Jolie was in heaven.

  “Flynn, Jacques,” she whispered, as they rubbed against her flesh with the hard rough leather of their costumes. “I want you both,” she whispered.

  “Yes, my queen,” replied Jacques, pulling her hair from her shoulder. “I need to taste you before we begin. Just a sip,” he pleaded.

  Flynn agreed. “I can smell the scent of your blood, and it’s making me hungry.”

  Jolie didn't move as Flynn positioned himself over one shoulder while Jacques took the other.

  She was about to be dinner for her men, and she was fine with that. There was no doubt that the fun was about to begin.

  “Oh God,” she hissed as Flynn’s large hands slid down her belly, finding her wet and needy. With brutally rough fingertips, he tormented and teased her. Already, Jolie was ready to shatter apart, and their mouths were yet to touch her flesh.

  Jacques lowered his mouth to the material covering her breasts. With hot warm breath, he blew across it, causing Jolie’s nipples to respond. Immediately, they pebbled, calling to him. Lowering his mouth over the fabric, he began teasing them with his tongue.

  Jolie was on the verge of breaking apart. Flynn was driving his fingers into her wetness, and Jacques was sending little electrical currents through her body with his mouth.

  This was absolute heaven.

  “I want to feel you cum on my fingers,” Flynn whispered in her ear, right before he ran his tongue across the artery in her throat.

  Jacques moaned at her breathy gasp and their mate’s words. He was mad with need and couldn’t wait to take Jolie. The pictures flashing though his brain, were of him mounting her over and over again like some rutting animal.

  Bloody hell!

  He needed her desperately and his sucking mouth must have conveyed that. Jolie moaned, bringing one hand up to run through his hair, as her other arm went up, wrapping around Flynn’s neck as she held him to her.

  Both men continued their assault.

  Jolie’s aroused scent wafted up, driving Flynn insane. The pump of his fingers became more frenetic as he tried to shove her into the first orgasm of the night. With each slide into her, the room was filled with the wet slick sounds and her moans.

  “Oh God!” she hissed, as he pillaged her body viciously. She and Jacques lived for that balance between pleasure and pain, and apparently, so did their other mate.

  “Cum for me!” he ordered.

  She was already falling.

  As her world broke apart, Jolie’s body shook in pure ecstasy. Flynn continued his invasion, and she was helpless to do anything but ride his fingers into the pleasure.

  Now, she was well aware of why the sight of his strong hands turned her right on.

  He used them well.

  As Jolie began to resurface, the men were eager to begin. “She’s ready,” Quinn murmured, as she quivered around his fingers still buried in her body.

  “I want to devour her,” Jacques admitted, as he massaged her breasts roughly.

  Flynn wanted her in the worst way, as he ran his fangs across her flesh. “It’s time.”

  Jacques pulled down the gold material, setting her breasts free. “Yes, it is.”

  Jolie gasped as the men barely gave her time to resurface from the pleasure. Instead, they struck, burying their fangs in her pale flesh.

  The scent of blood filled the room as Flynn’s wet fingers wandered up to her breasts. He began kneading and playing with one, while Jacques tormented the other.

  Jolie knew they were in each other’s minds because their motions and sucking were in exact syncopation.

  It was like being doubly used by the same man.

  Both mates hardened even more, if that was possible, at her breathy little pleas. As the taste of her flooded their mouths, they rubbed against her even harder, drawing a gasp from her lips.

  “More,” she whispered, as they pulled away from her body. “Take me,” she offered.

  It was all they needed to hear.

  Flynn went first. Dropping before his queen, he admired his prize. While bringing her to an orgasm with his fingers was fine, he desired something more. “Lean against Jacques,” he ordered. When she obeyed, he dove in. With teeth and tongue, he found her clitoris and took control. With each gasp, moan, and plea, Flynn forced Jolie to feel. Now, she was going to scream for him, over and over.

  Leaning against Jacques, Jolie stared down at the detective before her. He was earnestly feasting on her, and she could barely contain herself. Part of that was due to the man behind her. He was twisting and pulling on her nipples, knowing it made her come unhinged.

  “I need more,” growled Flynn. Lifting her legs, he trusted Jacques would hold her up. Once they were over his shoulders, he went back to dining on Jolie.

  “Oh God!” she shouted as he used his tongue to drive her wild. Jolie fought for control, but it wasn’t easy.

  “He’s going to keep going until you just give in,” Jacques murmured in her ear, enjoying the way she was squirming against him.

  Jolie couldn’t hold out. Jacques’s words, and the barrage of pictures he sent her were breaking down her control.

  Her scream was muffled when he turned her mouth to his to swallow it. As she broke apart, Flynn bit down on the most sensitive part of her, to offer Jolie the pain she craved.

  Her body shook.

  She quaked.

  The shared orgasm rocked through all of them.

  “My turn,” growled Jacques, as the two men changed positions.

  As Jacques knelt before her, Flynn braced her body from behind.

  “I love tasting you,” he crooned into her ear.

  When she turned her face to kiss him, Jolie could taste herself on his lips. It was beyond erotic.

  Jacques knew what he longed to dine on most. With long licks, he ran his tongue over the artery in her leg. It was something only intimately shared between mates. When her legs braced over his shoulders quivered, he was beyond pleased.

  Being able to get this response from her was amazing.

  Jolie stared down at him as he lapped at her thigh. “Jacques,” she whispered, right before he struck. His eyes bled black and his sharp fangs buried themselves deep into her flesh.

  He was the predator and Jolie was his prey.

  Once more, thanks to the mind blowing pleasure, she screamed for the men in her life.

  Flynn watched it all unfold as his large hands slid across her ass. Jolie’s flesh was so alluring that he couldn’t help but explore. He couldn’t wait to bury himself in her body. At this point, any orifice would do.

  No, there was one specifically he craved. Flynn couldn’t wait until she was riding him.

  Jacques released her thigh and licked his lips. With his tongue, he aimed right for the most sensitive part of her body and began teasing it. With the tip of his tongue, he swirled and tormented until she was begging.

  “Please!”

  He reached for their minds since it was rude to speak with his mouth full.

  “What do you want, Mistress?”

  “Jacques,” she replied, unable to string a sentence together. He was tormenting her, and so was Flynn. His fingers were teasing places that made her crazy with lust.

  They were forbidden places that spoke of what was to come.

  “Tell me what will please you, Jolie, or I will just use my tongue all night to make you crazy,” Jacques threatened.

  She couldn’t think. When both their fingers invaded her, Jolie gasped.

  “I say we do that instead. I could dine on her all night,” Flynn threatened. He was dying for her to say the words. It would
kick off their debauchery, plus it turned them both on.

  Finally, she gave in. “I want you both to fuck me.”

  Once more, they had the advantage. Jolie was now theirs, and the games were about to begin.

  Immediately, the men released her.

  Now, they would truly have her.

  In the center of the room was a large ornamental replica of what Cleopatra may have slept in while alive. Flynn swept her up into his arms and headed toward the monstrosity.

  “I can’t wait to feast on you again, my queen,” he said, placing her on the bed.

  “Please just take me!” she begged. “I want you both so much!” What she desired was a hot romp with both men buried in her.

  Unfortunately for Jolie, it was blatantly clear that they weren’t done torturing her for the evening.

  Both men laughed wickedly.

  “We will, Jolie, but first we’re wearing too many layers,” Jacques admitted, as he began pulling off his leather.

  Flynn didn't want to give her time to calm down. He wanted her edgy, wild, and just as horny as they were. Yanking off his mask, he once more dropped to his knees. Roughly, he yanked her legs apart and dove in, devouring her whole.

  “Flynn!” she gasped as he began licking, nipping, and teasing her to release. He showed no mercy as he drove his tongue deep into her body and made her beg for more.

  Jolie arched into his mouth, burying her hands in the silkiness of the bedding.

  Her men were driving her insane.

  With each orgasm, Jolie became more desperate and needy.

  She had to have them or surely she would die.

  Jacques was finally free from the gladiator kilt and ran his hand over his erection, drawing her focus to him. “Mistress, we’re going to give you so much pleasure that you’ll be besotted for all eternity.”

  She watched him move closer.

  “Are you ready for us?” he whispered.

  In her mind, she knew the truth. Jolie Harcourte would never be ready for the two of them. Her mates were a handful, and she was incredibly lucky.

  For centuries, Jacques had served his mistress in bed, and now he longed to be served. Crawling beside her, he sent Flynn a picture of their new position. Immediately, the man got it and moved accordingly.

  Jolie curiously watched both men on the bed. It seemed she was going to dine and be devoured at the same time. Moving to straddle Flynn’s face, she waited until he began his oral assault.

  It was an amazing feeling to have him holding onto her legs as he continued his feast. He was like a starving man who couldn’t get enough.

  As the tip of Jacques’s engorged erection pressed against her lips, reminding her that he was waiting, Jolie opened for him. With one thrust up, he was buried deep into her throat.

  All three were now connected. Jolie hovered over the men, one pleasuring her, while she shared her attention.

  “Your lovers need you to show us how much you appreciate your warriors,” Jacques admitted.

  Jolie couldn’t think straight.

  Her body was betraying her to the pair of generals who were now commanding her release.

  When Flynn nipped her with his fangs, Jolie exploded apart at the quick rush of pain. Through the ecstasy, he continued to lap at her as Jacques used her mouth in abandon. When his hands were buried in her hair, she had no escape, and that was fine with her.

  Running her hands up his pale thighs, Jacques was so close to release.

  Touching his mind, she spoke to him. “Cum for me, Jacques. I long to taste you too.”

  He groaned. “Jolie!”

  Her mouth worked him furiously until he exploded deep in her throat.

  Jacques’s body shook as he poured into her, in a mind numbing orgasm.

  “Your turn, Marcus Antonius” he hissed, switching positions with Flynn when he could finally think straight. “I want to lap some sweet nectar from our queen.”

  Jolie was in ecstasy as Jacques picked up where their human mate had left off. Her body bowed, and she gasped as his fingers dug into her thighs.

  Flynn released the costume from his body and his need was evident. “My queen, I need to feel you swallowing me,” he said hungrily.

  Jolie didn't hesitate. With warm fingers, she stroked his aroused flesh first. When her handsome general’s body bowed beneath her, and he moaned, she continued to work him hard.

  “All of me,” he ordered, driving himself deep in her throat.

  She swallowed him, wanting so much more.

  As Jacques pushed her from the edge into another mind blowing orgasm, Jolie fought to not hurt Flynn with her razor sharp fangs.

  “So good!” Brogan hissed, now pulling her head down to bury his dick in the warm heat of her mouth. The slide of her lips quickened, as he fell into the amazing sensation of Jolie’s blow job.

  Jacques couldn’t wait any longer.

  Crawling out from between her thighs, he took his place behind her. He needed to feel her sheathing him more than anything in his life. The visual of her being serviced on that ornate bed, as she offered herself up to the two Roman generals, was making him crazy.

  Both men made eye contact and at the same time, right before they slammed into her. Flynn thrust up, and Jacques buried himself deep in the wetness of her body.

  Jolie moaned, struggling to not be swallowed by the intense pleasure. It wasn’t easy, since both men were working their bodies into hers earnestly.

  It was primitive.

  Raw.

  Desperate.

  Jolie fell into the pleasure, only to have it suddenly stripped away. She opened her eyes and found the men conspiring to get into position.

  Oh, the most glorious of things was about to happen.

  She was about to feel both of them buried deep in her body at the same time.

  It gave her chills.

  Jolie remembered the last time they did this, and the aura they shared was beyond words.

  In fact, it was the most orgasmic thing she had ever felt in her many centuries.

  The men moved to the center of the bed. Flynn was on his back, waiting in all his human glory. “Jolie, come here,” he ordered.

  She didn't hesitate. This was one of her favorite things in life. Having both men invade and plunder was a spectacular experience. Climbing across his body, she slid him home.

  “Oh God! You’re so damn wet,” he moaned, as Jacques took his place behind her.

  With the tip of his already slick erection, he wiggled his way deep into her ass. Their three auras mingled, sending goose bumps across everyone’s flesh.

  Jolie couldn’t speak as her body was stuffed to capacity with the men she adored more than life.

  Then, they began moving.

  It went from hot to scalding on Cleopatra’s bed.

  In fact, Jolie was pretty sure that the dead pharaoh was never used this magnificently in all her life.

  Flynn relied on the strength of his hips to force himself repeatedly into her body. With each slick slide up and down his throbbing erection, they both moaned.

  If that were all, it would be ecstasy, but Jacques leaned against her body, using all his force to thrust in time to their motion.

  They were coming together like a well-oiled sex machine. It was timed exactly to give them each the most amount of pleasure possible.

  Practice made perfect.

  There was no sound in the room but the slapping of flesh on flesh and an occasional moan. Finally, Flynn hissed, “I’m close,” he warned.

  Jolie picked up his wrist and held it to her mouth as Flynn did the same. Jacques pulled her hair from her shoulder, while holding her body against his.

  “Ready,” he whispered, his body tight and needing release. What he wanted was to bury himself deep in her body and pour everything he had into her.

  Blood.

  Seed.

  Energy.

  “Now!” Jolie shouted, piercing Flynn’s wrist as he did the same. Jacques buried hi
s fangs and engorged erection in her body as everything exploded around them.

  Flynn gulped her delicious blood and exploded.

  Jolie drank and shattered apart.

  Jacques greedily sipped as he poured into her body.

  Auras crashed as energy ebbed through all of them. The result was a flood of power filling the room as a mind numbing orgasm took over.

  The lights flickered and quiet settled around them. No one spoke at first. When fangs were retracted and kisses exchanged, both men slipped from her body. Instinctually, they curled around each other, completely spent.

  “Yeah, that never gets old,” Flynn admitted, as he breathed in the mingled scent of Jolie’s perfume and their cologne.

  Jacques agreed. “As always, that was perfect.”

  Jolie ran her hands over their bodies in total contentment. There was the mingling of sex, blood, and male scent all over her. Honestly, she couldn’t be happier.

  “How much time do we have left?” Flynn asked, kissing his mate.

  “Not much,” Jacques answered.

  “I love you both,” she added, “with my entire heart.”

  They felt the same about their queen and mistress. She was all they ever needed to be happy.

  “We should get dressed,” Flynn offered, as he began untangling himself from their limbs. “We need to make an appearance out there. Nathaniel will think we’re off killing some humans or raising hell.”

  Jolie laughed. “I look like I’ve been assaulted by two men. You think I can pull this look back together and not look damn smug? They’re going to know the hell you were raising, Flynn.”

  Brogan gave Jacques a high five. “You think they didn't feel that energy when we came? Right now, they’re out there talking about that scandalous Mistress Harcourte.”

  Jacques was the first to finally pull away. As he dressed in his leather armor, he grinned. “I’ll never forget this night as long as I live,” he offered, helping Flynn buckle the straps that crisscrossed his back.

  Jolie wouldn’t either. “I should go out first,” she offered, wrapping herself back up in the material before fixing her hair.

  They agreed, helping her get more presentable, before giving her a head start back to the festivities.