Rebecca Joyce

by The Sheriff's Jailbirds

  Jumping from the chair, she was quickly lifted off her feet and thrown on the bed.

  Turning quickly, she watched as her best friend, her confidant, the one person she trusted above all the others, crawled on the large bed toward her, licking his lips like some greedy animal wanting his share. Only she was the meal.

  If ever there was a moment of indecision, this was it.

  Charlotte didn’t know what to do.

  Confused, she had known that Jordan was gay, but the look in his eyes told her that he also liked the ladies. Could he have been harboring some perverse attraction to her?

  Her questions were answered when he grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and pulled her onto his rock-hard cock.

  Oh my God, he’s fucking bi!

  Jordan continued his sensual assault as he pivoted and pumped to the music, eliciting a moan from her lips. Just as she was putting two and two together, Jordan did the unthinkable.

  Rip!

  Buttons went flying. Her once-covered breasts were now exposed.

  Fuck! What the hell is he thinking? This shit has gone on long enough. Time to show Mr. Show-off just who he is messing with!

  Bucking her hips, she laughed as Jordan fell backward. Taking advantage of her moment of freedom, she quickly removed the ball gag and began her tirade. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing? I am not one of your bitches you fuck behind those closed curtains!”

  “No, you’re just the bitch I am about to fuck!” Jordan growled, grabbing her leg and hauling her back toward him.

  Kicking and screaming, Charlotte fought him hard, not making it easy on him.

  “Fuck, baby. You like it rough!” Jordan laughed as he ripped her bra from her body, freeing her firm breast.

  “I’ll show you rough, you bastard,” Charlotte shouted, arching her back and trying to move him off her. She reached out, grabbed his arm, and raked her nails down, drawing blood.

  “Hey. That hurt, you little hellcat. Stow them claws!” Jordan chuckled as he grabbed her jeans and quickly yanked them from her body. “Well, lookie here. Miss Kitty-Kat has a wet little pussy.”

  “My name is Charlotte!” she yelled, trying to get out from under him. She swore the man had eight fucking arms. Every time she got free, another arm would clamp down, halting her movements. She was stuck underneath her hot-ass roommate, and by the look in his eye, he was about to eat her for dinner.

  Jordan grabbed her hands and pinned them above her head with one arm.

  Fuck, he was strong!

  Her chest was heaving from all the wrestling and sexual tension. Breathing heavily, her chest was moving up and down rapidly, sweat formed on her brow, and as much as she wanted to deny it, her pussy leaked, begging for him to fill it with his fat cock.

  “Now, if you can be a good little kitten, I’ll give you some cream,” Jordan taunted as he ground his dick against her wet lips, causing the most wonderful friction against her clit.

  Oh, God that feels so fucking good!

  Moaning, Charlotte closed her eyes and savored the feel of a hard cock rubbing against her swollen pussy. This little game had almost run its course, and all she wanted now was a hard cock pumping viciously into her cunt.

  She looked up into his luscious eyes, and that was when the last bit of control eluded her.

  Jordan brought his right hand up to her cheek and pulled her mouth to his. It was a ferocious kiss, the kind of kiss that consumes the soul, the inner being. He pulled her body tighter against his. She didn't know what was happening to her. She been with men before, but she never wanted anyone as bad as she wanted him.

  Charlotte knew she needed to gain control, but she couldn't figure out how. She wiggled her wrist, and Jordan loosened his grip enough so she could tangle her fingers into his thick, curly blond hair, pulling him tighter against her mouth as their tongues dueled. The kiss was as wild and untamed as she was.

  Jordan pressed his hard shaft into her soft mound, pulling her legs around his waist.

  Moaning softly against Jordan’s demanding mouth seemed to have added fuel to his fire. She knew he had total control now. There was no stopping him either. This was going to happen whether she wanted it or not, regrets be damned.

  Jordan’s left hand cupped her ass, and his right hand stroked her breast, pinching her nipple.

  Charlotte whimpered against his lips as she arched her back to push her breast harder into his hand. She wanted more, and he couldn’t deny her. He pulled at the hardened pebble and rolled her nipple between his finger and thumb. She cried out softly as her head fell back against the soft feather down pillows.

  She was used to the harder side of sex. Jordan’s softer approach was intriguing and sensual. She had never felt this kind of love and attention. Her body came alive as doors opened within her, letting the feel and sensation of it all engulf her.

  Charlotte ran her hands from his stomach and up his chest and shoulders, touching every rippling muscle. He kissed her shoulders, reaching down between her legs and fingering her clit. Charlotte’s hands were on his hands, not only to keep them against her body, but also to steady herself. Throwing her head back, she moaned softly toward heaven. She arched her back and pressed into his lips as his warm mouth made contact with her clit.

  She knew he smelled her wetness. He had aroused her to the point of madness. Her pussy leaked, aching for him to touch her.

  Jordan pulled away and surveyed her thighs, her bare pussy, up over her stomach to her beautiful, round breasts with their pebbled nipples begging for another lick. Her slender neck, up to her face, and into her wanting eyes, those beautiful caramel eyes pleaded with him, begged him to continue. That was when he realized he had to make her beg for him. He needed to hear her beg for his body to be with hers. He needed to hear her voice to tell him what she wanted him to do to her beautiful body.

  “Tell me what to do, Charlotte. What do you want?”

  The words poured over her like molten lava. Charlotte hesitated for a moment, trying to regain her thoughts. Softly replying, she said, “Touch me, Jordan. I want to feel your cock inside of me.”

  She reached down, grabbing his thick hair as she brought his mouth back against her wet, hot pussy. He ran his tongue over the slit. Sparks ignited and became a ball of fire when his tongue parted her pink lips and found the small nub that was waiting for him. Again she threw her head back as her legs spread further, giving him all over her.

  As his tongue licked at her pussy, his right hand slid behind her thighs and began to massage her plump ass. She didn't know how much longer she was going to be able to take his slow loving.

  Without taking his hands from her, Jordan moved, bringing her fully to a sitting position on his face as his tongue delved deep into her cunt.

  Charlotte straddled his face as she took both of her hands and placed them on the headboard before her. Grinding her wet pussy against his wicked tongue, she allowed him to fuck her with his tongue. The only warning she gave him before she came was when he bit her clit, as she screamed, “Oh fuck!”

  Charlotte slowed her hips as gush after gush was lapped up by Jordan’s tantalizing tongue. She didn’t have time to recover, for Jordan grabbed her waist, removing her from his face, and deftly situated himself between her legs. Jordan groaned loudly, “I want you.”

  With her legs parted and straddling him, Charlotte rubbed her pussy against his cock. This just fueled the fire. Reaching down, she took a hold of Jordan’s hard cock and guided him into her. Charlotte gasped, and Jordan groaned deeply as he slid all the way into her. Jordan was thick and long, and he filled her perfectly. Pausing briefly to enjoy the feel, she smiled.

  Charlotte looked down into Jordan’s eyes, and she realized he was watching her. An evil smile came across Charlotte's lips as she started moving up and down his cock. “I’m going to fuck this monster cock till it gives me what I want.”

  “Fuck my dick, Charlotte. Take it all.” Jordan groaned as she began bouncing on his shaft.r />
  Jordan reached up and took a hold of both of her breasts as she continued to ride him, pinching and pulling both nipples between his fingers and thumbs. He quickly grabbed her around her hips and started to thrust deep and hard into her pussy.

  “Fuck, baby. Your pussy feels so fucking good,” Jordan moaned, thrusting hard up into her.

  “Better than some guy’s asshole, huh?” she teased as she ground her pussy into him, taking his cock deeper.

  “Oh, don’t knock what you know nothing about, baby doll,” said a strong voice from behind her.

  Charlotte turned to see Braxton standing at the foot of the bed, naked, stroking his thick monster dick. Creamy pearl drops leaked from the head, and her mouth instantly watered.

  “Was wondering when you were gonna show?” Jordan said, smiling at the man.

  “I was waiting to see if you could tame this hellcat?” Braxton grinned, climbing up on the bed.

  Charlotte halted all movements.

  Looking from Braxton to Jordan, she had the unpleasant feeling she had just been played. She didn’t know whether to fuck Jordan or punch him. Either way she was done. She went to move off of him, when his strong hands gripped her waist, preventing any further movement.

  “Oh no, Charlotte. I’m nowhere near done with you,” he said, thrusting himself deep into her again. “Just sit your fine ass back on my cock and deal with what is about to happen.”

  “Fuck you, Jordan. Get off me!” she shouted.

  “And this is where the fun begins.” Braxton laughed. Looking at Jordan, he asked, “Ready to claim this bitch?”

  “Oh yeah.” Jordan smiled.

  “Bitch! I’ve got your bitch. Fuck the both of you!” Charlotte yelled, trying to get out of Jordan’s grasp, but when Braxton pushed her forward, Jordan’s arms came around her, holding her tightly against his chest.

  “Oh, that’s what we are gonna do, baby doll. Jordan and I are gonna fuck you. You and I are gonna fuck Jordan, and you, baby doll, are gonna suck us both. Either way, we are all getting fucked tonight,” Braxton informed her as she felt the head of his hard cock rubbing against her ass.

  Holy shit, she was so fucking turned on. She wanted his fat cock plunging deep in her ass as Jordan’s cock pummeled her pussy.

  Moaning, she was given no warning when Braxton licked her asshole and then slid his cock deep.

  “Oh fuck!” she screamed as she was filled. She had been with two men before, but never like this. Their cocks stretched her, giving her that pinching, burning pain she craved. Instantly her pussy gushed, contracting around Jordan’s cock, eliciting a moan from him.

  “God, I can’t stand it. Fucking move, now!” she ordered, trying desperately to get out from under Jordan’s grasp.

  “Let’s show this hellcat who her true Masters are,” Braxton said, thrusting hard as he began moving in her ass. Jordan mirrored Braxton’s movements. The friction was too much. The constant pull and shove was quickly heightening her senses. Her body was no longer her own. She was flying high as they took her body. The strokes of their rhythm had her writhing between them. Jordan took her mouth, thrusting his tongue deep, while Braxton reached around and took a hard nipple, pinching it and then the next.

  They continued to drive hard and deep into her. Both of them were sweating and lost in the moment.

  “Oh, fuck. Yes, oh yes! I am about to come, yes. Oh damn,” Charlotte moaned loudly.

  “Yeah, baby doll, fucking come for us,” Braxton shouted, moving faster in her ass.

  “Oh yes, come for me Charlotte. Come hard for me. You’ve driven me crazy for months, now come for me,” Jordan demanded, adding, “I am about to come, too!”

  Jordan drove it deep and held. Charlotte screamed as Jordan’s juices shot deep into her womb.

  Seconds later, Braxton grip tightened, and he, too, found his release in spectacular form.

  Finally, Jordan relaxed, and Braxton gently released his grip, slowly pulling his cock out, rolling to the side, and leaving her gasping for air on Jordan’s chest.

  They laid there quiet for a few moments, while they caught their breath and gained some composure.

  Charlotte reached over and kissed Braxton on his lips. Jordan smiled, looking into his bright-blue eyes. “That was unbelievable,” he said first.

  “There are no words to describe that,” Charlotte offered.

  “Well, slaves, there’s more. All you have to do is say yes.” Braxton smiled, knowing they were now his.

  Chapter 5

  Life with Charlotte was interesting to say the least. Braxton thanked the good lord every day for Jordan’s support and understanding, because if he had to deal with one more of her outbursts, he was going to pull out his hair.

  For starters, the woman was a slob.

  Not just messy, a freaking slob! She never picked anything up, and she left clothes lying around, and God help them all if it was her night to do dishes. The woman couldn’t even load a friggin’ dishwasher without breaking something.

  She tried doing the laundry, but when Braxton’s uniforms came out with bleach spots and tighter than they were the previous day, he knew he was going to have to invest in a dry cleaner.

  Braxton had never met a more infuriating woman in his life. She didn’t like cooking, she didn’t like cleaning, she didn’t like loud music, loud noises, any form of sports, and she preferred a quiet room with a good book. But the weird thing was if he took the time to explain and show her how do something, she did it exactly as she was shown. It was almost like she was learning it for the first time. The problem was that he just didn’t have the time to teach her what she should already know how to do.

  The one thing she excelled at was in the bed.

  His little baby doll was a tiger in the sheets, sucked a mean cock, and fucked like it was the end of the world, but without a computer in her hands, she was just plain useless. She followed directions beautifully in the bedroom. He had to find her something to do besides sitting at his house, destroying it with her so-called help.

  Jordan did his best picking up the slack. Braxton gave the man props. He could cook, clean, do laundry, and still find the time to run interference between him and Charlotte. But Braxton couldn’t let go of the fact that Charlotte was still playing some sort of game, because someone as smart as her could not be that inept in everything else.

  So when Matthew Jenkins walked by the front of the sheriff’s office, Braxton jumped to his feet, quickly formulating a plan.

  * * * *

  Charlotte walked into the law office of Matthew Jenkins, and instantly her nerves assailed her. She didn’t know why the Treasure Cove attorney wanted to see her, but when Braxton told her to meet the man at two o’clock today, she was literally given no choice. So, dressed and ready for whatever awaited her, she went in search of the man.

  She hated attorneys just as much as she hated law enforcement. The two were one in the same for her, and she never met one she liked, and that included Braxton. It was his fault she didn’t have anything to do. She tried her best to help at the house, but no, all she got for her troubles were his loud shouts and plenty of bitching.

  All she wanted was her things. She felt lost without her belongings.

  Charlotte was still angry with Braxton, but Jordan kept assuring her that it was his way of teaching her. Well, Braxton’s way sucked big balls! The only thing saving the overgrown dominant was that he was a great lay, that and Jordan was smitten with the brute.

  She loved Jordan and deep down. If she really wanted to admit to herself, she was falling for Braxton, too, but she would see herself burning in hell before she told him that. Love only caused trouble, and trouble never had a problem finding her. She loved where she was now, and she saw no sense making waves.

  Her whole adult life had been running from one or the other. Always one step ahead, she always seemed to move on just before trouble came searching for her. Never had she thought she would go looking for trouble.

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nbsp; Fuck, I must be losing my mind.

  The small waiting room was nicely decorated. Wood-paneled walls gave a soft, warm feeling, and the soft-beige furniture seemed to go with the décor. The sporadic plants were a nice touch, and with the degrees on the walls, it looked like any other law office.

  The office was the perfect illusion. As soon as you got comfortable, the wheels of justice turned on you and sentenced your ass to twenty-five to life for crimes you never committed. She learned that firsthand. Lady Justice didn’t care if you were innocent or not. Someone always had to pay.

  “May I help you?” the young redhead sitting at the desk asked, putting on a fake smile.

  Charlotte knew her attire wasn’t what one would wear to a law office, but damn it, Braxton was refusing to allow her to go with him and Jordan to get their belongings. She was told a flat “hell no”’ and then ordered to this office. She hated the idea of them going in her room and touching her things. Her pulse raced and her mind whirled when she thought of them touching her computers. Trying hard to stem the chaos in her mind, she focused on the problem at hand, her clothes.

  Dressed in her baggy jeans, black biker boots, and a red tank saying “Wanna Lick” embossed across her chest, she looked like a ruffian, or worse, a thug about to rob the place.

  “I’m Charlotte Brooks. I have an appointment with Mr. Jenkins.”

  “He is still with a client. If you have a seat, I will let him know you’re here.”

  “Thank you,” Charlotte replied and quickly found a seat. Grabbing one of the magazines on the little table before her, she began randomly flipping through it, not reading but just passing the time as she waited. After going through the fourth magazine, she was alerted when a door opened and out walked a pretty brunette with a satisfied smile on her face quickly followed by a tall man grinning and adjusting his tie.

  Jumping to her feet, she watched as the pretty brunette turned and slapped the man as he grabbed her ass. “Stop it, Matthew. I mean it,” she chastised the handsome older man.