Smokey & Bandit: Rebel Guardians MC

by Liberty Parker

  As he’s kissing me, Smokey is stroking my body, skimming over the good parts, but letting me know he’s there. Once Bandit pulls back, Smokey turns me, and I find myself kissing him with Bandit’s hands moving across my body. “It’s your show, doll, tell us what you want,” Smokey whispers.

  “The girls…the girls said it might hurt at the beginning. But they talked about foreplay and said that would help.”

  “Let’s show you,” Bandit says, laying me flat.

  Within seconds, I have two mouths on my breasts and I feel like I might combust. They’re nipping, licking and sucking and all I can do is grip their heads. They may or may not have hair left on their heads when we’re done. They’d look good bald though, but then these thoughts fly out of my mind when a hand slides down my stomach then my hip bone then touches that special place below. Then Bandit’s mouth follows the same pattern that the hands just did. When his mouth hits me down below, I nearly fly off the bed from the heat radiating from his mouth. “Stay still and let go. Enjoy what we’re fixing to show you.”

  “Fuck,” I say, as my back arches of its own accord.

  Smokey’s hand reaches down and puts pressure on my hips, holding them still. I feel like they’re being held hostage, held down so they can have their wicked way with me. I close my eyes and give into the sensations coming over my body, especially when Smokey leans down and captures a nipple in his mouth. The combination of the sensations has me flying toward the stratosphere and I know this is going to be one helluva an orgasm. Much better than my fingers have ever given me, that’s for damn sure!

  “Bandit,” I keen out. I’m panting so hard at what they’re both doing to me that I feel like I’ve run a huge race.

  He doesn’t say anything, just inserts a finger in me and then I hear him say, “Fuck, you’re so wet and tight, khaleesi.” That doesn’t stop him from moving his finger in and out in time with what his mouth and tongue are doing to my clit. I’m so lost in the pleasure that when tingles begin to race up and down my spine, I wasn’t ready for what that entailed. Lights burst behind my eyes and I scream, I scream so loudly that my voice becomes raw. “Bandit! Smokey! Oh God, yes.”

  “Want more, doll?” Smokey asks as he nuzzles my ear. Fuck, my body is still vibrating so much from what just rolled over me that I feel like I’m in the stratosphere or something.

  “More?” I rasp out. What more could there possibly be? I can feel both of them as they’re leaning against me, their hard, hot lengths burning into my hips. Should I? Shouldn’t I? They’ve done nothing but treat me with care and concern since we met. Throwing caution to the wind and, as DJ said multiple times, taking the bull by the horns, my hands snake between the three of us and I grab onto them. “Yes, please, but you’re gonna have to show me what to do.”

  Smokey reaches over to the nightstand, that is now in the bedroom, and withdraws a condom that he tosses to Bandit. Being on this new bed, us all able to fit as well as we do, lets me know they’ve definitely thought things through.

  “What do you need right now, khaleesi?”

  “You, I need you,” I say arching my back, trying to entice him to give me what my body is burning for.

  “Hold on, doll,” Smokey says before he sits up against the headboard. He pulls me up so my head is against his thigh and I reach out and nuzzle his groin, causing him to moan. His hands are sifting through my hair as Bandit leans down and kisses me. As Smokey’s hands reach lower and start stroking my breasts, Bandit lines himself up with me, swiping his dick through my wet folds. God, the sensations are more than my overly sensitive clit can handle and I writhe, my mouth accidentally hitting Smokey’s dick.

  “Wait,” Bandit growls out. Before I can say anything else, he flips me so I’m on my hands and knees with my face ‘right there’ staring at piercings that have me gulping. “You ready?” he asks from behind me. I close my eyes and attempt to mentally prepare myself for the pain to come.

  “Yeah,” I rasp out. I can feel him slowly entering me before he eases out. He does that a few more times, ramping up my impatience and without thinking, I push back, impaling myself. I freeze, expecting massive pain to shoot through my body but instead, I only feel full. Very, very full. The women made me think that I was going to suffer the worst pain I’ve ever know, there was a little trickle of pain, but nothing I can’t handle.

  As Bandit starts to move, my mouth begins to water while looking at Smokey’s impressive package. Suddenly, I want him in my mouth, I moan out before I lean over. Bandit is slowly moving in and out of me and I can’t believe the pleasure his actions are bringing my body. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. I look up through my eyelashes and look up at Smokey. His eyes are at half-mast, and I love that I am the one who is able to make him look this way. I don’t really know what to do, but I lick him from base to tip. He moans, letting me know I’m doing something right, so I repeat that over again a few times before he says to me, “Put me inside that hot, wet mouth of yours, doll.”

  “Thinking she liked what you said, brother,” Bandit states. “She got even wetter, if that’s possible.” Smokey doesn’t say anything back, because I take him in my mouth as far as I can. He’s not a small man, and my mouth is small, but I take as much as I can.

  “Relax your throat and breathe through your nose,” Smokey tells me. I do as he asks, and I can take more of him inside. He screams out, “Holy Fuck! Yes! Just like that, Hannah, you’re going to make me come!” Feeling like a naughty school girl, who’s being schooled by these two I double my actions. I slam myself back on Bandit and as I go forward I swallow Smokey’s length.

  This may not be what the girls meant by saying they’d take me at the same time, but I’m guessing we’ll work up to that and for now, it’s all good. Tingles race up my spine, a sensation I discovered earlier when their mouths were all over my body. Oh God, it’s happening again. I detonate and try to holler out in pleasure, but my mouth is full, and Smokey rasps out, “Fuck, Hannah! I’m gonna come, pull off, doll.” I shake my head no, wanting to take everything he’s going to give me. I am being selfish, because I want every piece of them. I can feel him getting bigger in my mouth but there’s no way in hell I’m pulling off. He grabs my hair and holds me still as he pumps into my mouth, he explodes down my throat and I begin to gulp, not wanting his release to sit in my mouth. The taste isn’t too bad, it’s salty and warm, but otherwise not enough to set off my gag reflexes. I feel Bandit grab my hips and his thrusts become harder and more erratic and he begins chanting my name over and over until finally he stills. I can feel his dick pulsing inside and know he’s coming, hard. He leans over and collapses on top of me which in turn has me collapsing on Smokey. Smokey, who now is holding all of our weight on him seems unfazed in the least. He starts stroking my hair and saying sweet things to me, about how precious I am to them, and how much the gift I just gave them, they will always treasure and hold near and dear.

  When it dawns on me I’m a Hannah sandwich, I can’t help it, I start giggling. I’ve got Smokey’s hard body against my front and Bandit against my back. “What’s so funny, Hannah?” Bandit asks. His breath against my neck causes a slight shiver.

  I tell them about being the peanut butter to their bread, causing them both to laugh out with me. They slowly move off me and settle me between them. Bandit quickly gets up and takes care of the condom before he returns to the bed. I am laying on my stomach and lean over and kiss them each on their pecs. Then I ask them, “When can we do that again?”

  “You’re going to be sore, khaleesi. Maybe you should soak in a tub first,” Bandit answers.

  “I’m going to be sore anyways, right?”

  “Right, “Smokey answers.

  “Then maybe we should go for gold here and not settle for bronze.”

  “You’re killing us, doll.”

  “Kind of the point here, Smokey.”

  “I don’t like the idea of you hurting any more than you have to,” Bandit says.


  “But I really want to feel Smokey buried inside of me.” Smokey moans at my statement and I feel him grow hard under my hand that has snaked its way to him.

  “Fuck!” he hollers out as I start to stroke him back to life. “You’re a little minx,” he finally says. And this is how I find our positions reversed from the first time. Smokey is behind me and Bandit is in my mouth. And they were right, different piercings for different pleasures.

  Chapter Eight

  Bandit

  It’s been a week since we had our night with Hannah. She’s been walking on cloud nine, but we’ve decided to give her time to recover from that night, we weren’t easy on her, we actually took her a total of five times throughout the night. Seems our girl is a little addicted to our cocks. She passes by us, she grabs them, we’re in the shower, she joins one of us and jacks us off, she’s doing everything she can to get us to take her again. But we wanted to be good old men and give her time to recover. You’d think she’d appreciate that, but no, not our woman. Instead she walks around the house in the skimpiest lingerie she owns, I’ve had to bite my knuckles a time or two so that I didn’t swallow my tongue.

  We’re in no way going to deny her hers, but we want her to be ready for how demanding we are in the bedroom. She only got a taste of us that night, if she only knew the things we want to do to her and the way we want to take her, she might be whistling a different tune. Which is why we’ve bided our time and done other things with her. Those toys we bought her, for instance. Right now, she’s walking around with a plug. When Smokey said something about getting her ready, she asked us what she needed to get ready for, and I had to laugh remembering the look on her face when we told her the eventual plans. Tonight, I’m taking her out and spending some quality alone time with her. Smokey glared at me when I pulled the ‘older brother’ card, but I reminded him that he would be taking her ass first, which caused his face to light up in satisfaction.

  I’m stepping out of the shower and notice that I have about half an hour before we need to leave. Deciding that it gives me enough time to trim my beard I bring out my trimming shears. It’s grown out further than I like the last couple of weeks and I haven’t had time for grooming, but this night is special, and I know she deserves me looking my best. Once I am finished, I clean up my mess and finish dressing. I told her to dress up but to remain comfortable, no need in worrying about comfort when I have her out on the dance floor. When I walk into the living room, I see her and Smokey standing there talking, and my jaw practically hits the damn floor. Fuck but she’s beautiful, regardless if she’s dressed up or sporting a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.

  “Khaleesi, you’re absolutely stunning,” I say, and she rewards me with a smile that lights up my world and sets my body on fire. She leans up and kisses Smokey before coming over to me and taking my hand.

  “Ready to go when you are,” she says. “We’ll see you later, Smokey.”

  “I’ll be waiting,” he replies, giving her a wink. Looks like I’ll be reminding him later that tonight is my night. He’ll have his where he doesn’t have to share her, and I won’t be willing to give him an inch of my night. I’m selfish, and it’s my night and mine alone. This is one time I won’t be willing to let him come into the bedroom and play with us.

  “You’ll be waiting a bit, we’re staying at the clubhouse tonight,” I tell him. He gives me a death glare and I state, “Tonight’s mine, remember?”

  “Fuck,” he growls out. “I’ll remember this when it’s my night,” he replies. I ignore his glare and grab my keys.

  “C’mon, Hannah, the night’s awasting.” She giggles at me, and she drags me along with her out the front door, there’s a spring in her step letting me know she’s just as excited about tonight as I am. I help her get up into the truck and round the front, I hop into the truck and she looks at me wide-eyed. Guess me jumping up like that isn’t normal, but I’m anxious to be alone with her.

  “What’s the plan, Stan?” she asks me, giggling when I give her a look at her statement.

  “Dinner and dancing, can you handle it with the plug?” Yeah, that’s right, she’s still plugged. She has no clue what’s in store for her tonight. Tonight, she’s gonna ride.

  Hannah

  Tonight, he’s taking me to some place called the Barn House. It’s a restaurant/bar, and I am happy because I’ve never been somewhere like this before. Once we’ve been escorted upstairs to the restaurant portion by the hostess, I can’t help but look around in awe. It’s so different from the downstairs. Up here, it’s classy and romantic. We are seated in the back at a table for two, Bandit sits with his back to the wall and I’m in front of him. I hate that I can’t see what’s going on behind me, but I’m assuming that’s the point. He wants to see what’s coming at us so he can protect me if the need arises. Which I doubt it will in such an establishment as this is.

  “Can I take your drink order?” a waitress asks.

  “Hannah, you liked those blackberry margaritas, do you want one or a soda?” he asks me. Those drinks were the bomb, but I think for now, I should stick with something non-alcoholic.

  “Can I have a water with lemon?” I ask.

  “Yes, ma’am. And for you, sir?”

  “Iced tea, please. I figure if you’re staying away from the alcohol, so should I.”

  “I’ll give y’all a few minutes to look over the menu,” she states, walking away.

  “What’s good here?” I ask him, looking over the menu.

  “Everything they make is delicious. I’m partial to their pasta dishes. Gino, the owner, uses his mother’s recipes and the sauce is fanfuckingtastic.”

  “Then I want the baked Italian dish with the meatballs and sausage,” I state.

  “Great choice,” he informs me. His approval of the dish I pick out shouldn’t affect me the way it does, but I’ve always longed for someone to approve of my choices.

  “What are you having?” I ask him.

  “I love his beef stroganoff, he adds sausage and peppers to it and it’s astounding.”

  “Damn, that sounds good too.”

  “We can share, sweetheart. Anything that I have is yours,” he says.

  “Wow,” I say, because that’s so sweet. “Thank you,” I tell him.

  “You’re more than welcome, Hannah.”

  The waitress comes back and brings us breadsticks and some sort of butter with cinnamon in it and I think I’ve died and gone to heaven.

  “You keep making noises like that, and we’ll forgo the dancing and head straight to the clubhouse.”

  “What noises, I’m not making any noises?” I ask, confused by his statement.

  “Khaleesi, you’re moaning like you do when my head is buried between your thighs and my tongue is lapping up your nectar.” I look around to make sure no one’s heard him, I don’t know why I’m so embarrassed, but it will take some getting used to hearing them speak in such a manner in public. Smokey has taken every opportunity whenever we’re at work to touch me when no one is around, ramping me up until I just want to jump him! Now, Bandit’s words have me picturing him doing just what he said. Fuck, maybe I won’t be able to handle dancing on top of it all, especially if he whispers in my ear. Thinking about that has me shivering as desire dances through my body. “You okay, baby?” he asks, watching me. The grin on his face tells me that he knows what his words are doing.

  “Peachy keen, jelly bean,” I say. His grin turns into a chuckle at my words.

  “Y’know, I wanted to talk about something that’s kinda serious,” he states. My stomach plummets because I’m now worried that he’s brought me out tonight to tell me that it’s not going to work between the three of us.

  Taking a deep breath, I grab my water wishing it was a mixed drink and say, “Go ahead. It’s okay, I understand. Can… can I at least get Duckie?”

  “What are you going on about?”

  “You…you want me to leave, right?” I ask, my voice barely a whisper.


  “What in the everloving fuck are you talking about?” he all but roars out.

  “Well, that’s the most serious thing I could think of, Bandit. I mean, we’ve not done it since that night and I guess that means it wasn’t good for y’all. I understand.” Of course, inside I’m dying. Dying at the thought that the two men who have come to mean more to me than I ever dared to dream about want me gone.

  I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t see him get up and come to me until he’s picked me up and sat me down on his lap. Turning my face so he can look in my eyes, he says, “Sweetheart, that’s the furthest thing on our radar. Fuck, it’s not even in our vocabulary if I’m being honest. No, I wanted to tell you that I’m falling in love with you, Hannah. I know it’s quick and you may not be ready to hear it, but you need to know what my…our intentions are when it comes to you.”

  “Why…why are you telling me and not both of you?”

  “Well, I’d pulled out the older brother card, but really, we figured it would be easier hearing it from one of us, rather than both of us at the same time.”

  Alphaholes! Dammit, don’t they realize that I won’t get overwhelmed? “I think the three of us need to be having this conversation, Bandit,” I tell him.

  “I don’t agree, I think that I have the right to tell you individually how I feel. Just as Smokey will want to express his feelings to you without me around to intrude on his moment.”

  “But…I wanted to tell you both together.”

  He smiles before saying, “And you can, Hannah. I just wanted to take the time while it’s just us to tell you how I’m feeling. I understand if you don’t feel the same way or want to tell me first. I can wait.”

  “Thank you…for understanding I mean.”

  “No need to thank me, I understand the predicament you’re in.”

  The thing is, I do love them. But…I will tell them together. I get they each need their time with me, and me with them, but telling someone you love them? Yeah, that’s a together thing for me at least.