Badge Boys

by Caliente Morgan

  Troy started blowing on her other nipple. The doubling of the sensations was electric. Troy turned her head to meet his, and he took his turn at kissing her senseless. Ivan was paying a lot of attention to her breasts sucking, licking, and biting her nipples. A nibble. A tease. Her body had learned to respond.

  Having four hands on her at once was just indescribably delicious. She felt the fluid come from her body and run down, slicking her folds, making her ready. They could do that to her so fast. They weren’t hurrying. They knew damn well what had happened. Their touches and kisses underwent a subtle change.

  Troy returned his attention to her other breast. In unison, they were licking, nipping, and finally sucking the tightened buds of her erect nipples into their mouths.

  She had a moment to just feel. Just feel. Her body was being worshipped. Aroused. She felt—beautiful. Not something she ever focused on. They had given her that. Hands touched her skin. Stroked down her hips. Slid under that flimsy scrap of fabric that passed for a panty.

  Ivan tugged at the material and it held. His fingers stroked down her legs again. Both men had working hands. Slightly callused. Which just made the gentleness of their touch when stroking her all that more erotic.

  Ivan pulled her leg up, placing the sole of the hooker heel on the mattress. It tipped her pelvis up and put her in an erotic position. On display.

  “Beautiful,” Ivan said.

  Troy had been kissing her shoulder. His fingers stroking her breast. He stopped. “Very beautiful.”

  “I have never done this sort of thing before. Been so—wanton. Hell, I have never put myself at risk. Nothing outside the lines. I am way out of my comfort zone. Have been even since I met you. I am so—aware of everything. I want this. So much. I want this. I want you. Both of you.”

  “We would never hurt you. You trusted me. You trusted Troy. You are totally in control here. Always.” Ivan kissed her gently on the lips. “I love you. You are safe with me. Troy loves you. You are safe with him.”

  “Tell me again.”

  “Which part?”

  “That you love me. That you both love me.”

  Ivan gently kissed her face, her eyes, her cheek, murmuring I love you with each kiss. Troy began kissing her face, murmuring I love you and then took her mouth for his own.

  They were so beautifully in sync.

  “Take me,” she said. “Touch me. Make love to me. Do whatever you want to do. Teach me what you like. I’m still very limited in my skill set. Very limited. What you have seen was bravado. The result of a lot of reading and not a lot of experience. I am afraid I may disappoint. I want to know everything you like. Do everything. I want to please you both.”

  Ivan laughed. “Honey, if what you’ve been doing is the result of just reading, I’d hate to think what you will be like when you have a little more practice.”

  “Men are easy,” Troy chimed in. “Just show up. You do more than show up. You like to tease. Flirt. And then there’s your mouth. You have a talented as all hell mouth. Talented fingers. If you think I would ever get tired of your touch...never happen.”

  His hand had run down to her thigh, slid around it, and covered the tender flesh on the inner side. Then he was running a finger inside that scrap of panty, through her slick folds.

  “The pain meds....” She started to say the pain meds had freed her to do what she had secretly wanted to do when they first had suggested a threesome. “Gotta thank whoever created them. I’d never have had the nerve to ask. To start this.”

  “They just took a little edge off. You never were overdosed. You never took the full dose. I was watching for signs of that. I am trained to be able to spot someone who wasn’t behaving normally. Trust me. You were fine. You were just perfect.” Troy was leading the conversation. Ivan had returned to stroking her bent leg. Stroking the back of her thigh. “You had just realized, just like we did, that life is short. Great timing.” Troy ran his tongue over a sensitized nipple.

  “God, I love how you touch me.” She sighed.

  “Which one of us?” asked Ivan.

  “Yes, which one of us?” asked Troy, continuing a slow, gentle, teasing stroke through her slick swollen folds She could feel herself soaking his fingers. She could feel her muscles starting to react. “Both of you.”

  Ivan added his finger to Troy’s, stroking her pussy slowly, back to front, ending with pressure exerted on her nub. Then Troy’s hand would retrace the same path, end the same way.

  “Oh, God,” she said.

  Ivan slid inside her first. One finger. He stayed slow, gentle. As if they had forever to do this. Troy followed, inserting one finger, stroking one side. How they knew how to do that she couldn’t imagine. She was still tight, because she had frozen up when the insecurity had hit her. She slowly relaxed and let herself go with the sensations their touches were causing.

  They kept it up. Caressing her thighs. Then her pussy, diving in to tease her with a simulation of what their cocks would feel like.

  Her chest was heaving. Her nipples were peaked and begging. They would lick and tease her nipples and then return to building up her arousal. Blow across her damp flesh and tease her, then back to her core.

  Oh, God but they were incredible.

  “I love your skin,” Ivan said and leaned down to lick and kiss her inner leg. “So soft.” He shifted. Put himself between her legs. He tore off the scrap of material masquerading as underwear.

  Troy pulled back, turning his attention to her breasts, sucking one nipple into his mouth while fondling the other.

  Ivan blew on her heated, swollen flesh, and then he parted her, slid in his tongue, and put her on the ceiling. He slid three fingers inside her core, pumped them while he lapped at her flesh, sucked one side into his mouth, then the other. Sucked her clit and nearly had her screaming.

  As if they had spoken words she never heard, Troy got off the bed and tossed a foil packet to Ivan. Sheathed, Ivan slid up on the bed, and then rolled Annie over on top of him, over his erection. Troy reached over and centered her over Ivan’s cock, and then she was dropped down in one deep thrust. Ivan pulled her forward, pressing her breasts into his chest.

  Troy slid on the bed behind her, pulled her back up, bending her backward, holding her still, freeing him to start rubbing her clit, sending her body into one crashing orgasm, where her muscles were pulsing and griping and releasing Ivan’s swollen flesh. Troy stepped away. Ivan lifted her back off his cock, slid her down, ripped off the condom, pulled her head down to the crown, rubbed himself across her lips. She took him inside her mouth.

  She was at the end of the bed on her knees. Troy pulled her legs off the bed, helping her stand, leaving her standing up on her hooker heels.

  She used her arms to hold herself up on the bad and to give her leverage to slide Ivan’s cock in and out of her mouth. He was unable the trust his hips. She had complete control on when she would let him come.

  Cold air hit her hot pussy and then she felt Troy positioned his cock at her entrance. Thrust in from behind, while his arms wrapped around her hips, his finger found her clit again. The heels threw her hips into a very interesting position. He began stroking her while pumping into her. Keeping his rhythm in tune with her rhythm pumping Ivan’s cock into her mouth.

  Annie felt herself tensing, muscles straining, getting ready. They were moving faster and faster, build her climax along with theirs. Oh God! She was pulsing everywhere. This climax would be another intense one.

  Before she came, Ivan released, hard and fast into her mouth, down her throat, and she swallowed. Convulsively swallowed. He pulled out just as her breathing became shallow panting. Her arms and legs shook. Troy came then, spilling into the condom inside her. The warmth of his fluid could still be felt.

  She screamed, struggled as if to flee from the incredible intensity, but was held fast. Troy from behind, Ivan pressed into her front.

  Fingers stroked her everywhere. Sensations overloaded her. She came, hard,
feeling like every muscle in her body had come apart, leaving her boneless. Her inner muscles were throbbing. They caressed and kissed her until her body quieted.

  They ended up in a heap on the bed. Cuddled together while she finished her inner contractions.

  “Oh. My. God.” It was all she could say. She was hanging onto to both of them. Somehow. Her body settling from its own trip.

  “I can’t move,” she said. “I may never move again. That was, incredible. You are both incredible. You are always incredible.”

  “Sleep.”

  Halfway there, she couldn’t tell for sure which one of her incredible lovers had spoken. She was safe in their arms, and legs. Warm while curled into their bodies. Lucky. She was one damn lucky woman.

  It was Ivan’s fingers that had slid inside her now. Slowly pushed in and out.

  Troy rolled to face her, and his fingers caressed her nipples.

  She had no idea what her body was capable of. They were showing her.

  Twenty minutes later, she screamed out her release again.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Annie had spent the day doing edits, checking artwork, and scheduling her next book release. She was always happier when she was working on her own stuff. Creativity energized her.

  The day off had been because she had turned in a document for review at her so-called day job. It would take a day or two to get feedback, which sometimes was snarky and bitchy. She had learned to just ignore the ass wipes who objected to a woman being in their workplace. They were only a problem when they caught the ear of someone powerful enough and dumb enough to get them to let her go. Since she had an iron-clad contract, she’d get two weeks pay for no work whenever they pulled that stunt. Her skills had her in demand.

  Whenever she got those particular emails, she would bless the people who created telecommuting because it reduced her exposure. Not that she didn’t have to go in to the office on occasion. Meetings. Presentations. Nothing beats hearing stuff verbally from the author. Depending on the author. The engineers who could write were few and far between.

  There was also the need to go to work to try to locate people who simply could not meet a deadline if their lives depended on it. These were also the people who were so valuable that they would never face the consequences of missing a deadline. If she was the person waiting on them, it was difficult to get management to push them. She would show up now and then to cajole them. Flatter and stroke their egos.

  Not that it helped. They were stubborn little minded shits. And it annoyed the crap out of her. Not today!

  Just wait until she had her first hot seller. Or an agent. Or a fairy godmother. She had to believe it would happen, although the odds were heavily stacked.

  But, there was always the fact that she was in demand and she could pull the plug as well. As long as she gave two weeks notice.

  But today was a day of pleasure. She had typed more and proofed more and been happier at more than she did when slogging through the latest draft of a tech user manual.

  She stopped now for a hot cup of chai latte, a chocolate biscotti, and a peek at the news, if she could find any news on at this time of day. Pizza? A candy bar? No. Bad thoughts. No bananas. She’d already had a protein drink, a cup of tea, and two dark chocolate covered almonds. Okay. Four. She had little willpower. At least as far as chocolate was concerned. But she was restless, and any sugar consumed went to her hips or waist. She really didn’t need that.

  She was still in pajamas, the baggy, oversized, comfort clothing worn all day, no bra and slip-ons. She did have make up on and her hair was pleasantly tousled. She couldn’t write romance without a little tip of the hat to looking like someone that men would admire.

  The boys were on-duty. It had been a day or two. She never asked when. They didn’t know, and if they told her something, the likelihood that it would change was close to one hundred percent.

  Annie did not call them. She had set that bar very high for herself.

  She would take anything they could give her. They knew she loved them She knew they loved her. That was good enough for now.

  Her insides promptly informed her that she wanted at least one of them to show up. Ivan had done that recently. He’d shown up alone, making it a one-on-one evening. He was a master at turning her inside out. He was a skilled lover. He had taught her a few things he liked. Touch him this way. Stroke that way. Kiss him like this. She had told him what she liked. They were still in the excitement phase of their relationship, but they were also extremely comfortable as a couple or as part of that incredible threesome. There had been a lot of long conversations.

  No novice fumbling. They fully knew how to let their partners know what they needed, wanted, or enjoyed.

  Men were pretty consistent—at least, these guys were. They arrived in need of attention. Well, they always loved attention. So did she. They arrived when they had free time and could get away. They arrived when they thought she needed them there. They arrived. They simply used a key and came right in. She rather loved that. They had all reached a consensus. So far.

  When they did show up, if she hadn’t been already primed, she would become instantly ready just watching them undress. Or they’d unzip, and telling her they wanted to be sexually assaulted. Translation—they were on call and playtime was limited. And would she please take them out and play with them?

  Which she loved to do. Handling two of them at once excited the hell out of her. Teasing both at once. Being engaged with both at once.

  They knew that.

  She wondered when they would show up next and in what state.

  She wanted them. Right now. Any way they were in the mood for. Reading hot sex scenes and writing hot sex scenes...Well, the job left a girl wanting to star in her own hot sex scene. Maybe she should see where her vibrators had ended up.

  She didn’t like to call them at work. Being a cop was not a job that allowed distractions. For their own safety, she never even considered it. Booty calls were forbidden.

  The kitchen door opened with a key.

  She looked over from her post, leaning against the kitchen sink. “Troy? You finally got a key?”

  “How do you do that?”

  “You alone?” she shrugged. She had no idea how she did that.

  “Yes.”

  “Where’s little Troy?” Troy’s son was now a part of their discussions.

  “The grandparents have him. No way would they give him up. I think they finally got the DVD for Frozen. I expect we will all have to learn the song before this is over.”

  “This?”

  “Happy childhood distraction time.”

  She licked her lips. “I was just taking a break.”

  “So am I. For four hours.” He had a lopsided grin. A bit of a lascivious grin.

  She didn’t say anything. Her smile was too wide for conversation. She opened her arms and he walked into them.

  His kiss was hungry. His kiss was like Ivan’s but just a tad different. She loved his kiss. She loved Ivan’s kiss. She stroked Troy’s arms, since he was still dressed.

  “I don’t even want to go upstairs,” he said, licking and kissing her ear, her ear lobe. “I want you down here. I love these PJs. You’re naked underneath. Or almost naked.” His hands were roaming, knew she had no bra but had detected her panties. He squeezed her ass, and then let his finger troll between her legs.

  She fumbled with the equipment belt. He helped her, unhitched the Velcro straps on his vest. Set it on the counter. Toed off his boots. Stripped the uniform shirt over his head. He had already disconnected the body cam and the radio. She let him do his thing. He had to be set up to redress on a phone call. She fully understood. It didn’t happen all the time, but it had happened.

  He didn’t take everything off. He liked it when she took off his T-shirt, and then stripped him of his shorts. Not this time. For now, he needed to be partially dressed. For speed.

  She smiled. She knew this man as well as she kn
ew Ivan’s preferences. She eyed the king-sized erection. He liked her watching him undress. He liked it better when she took his clothing off ever so slowly, making sure to touch him as much as possible. She let her fingers walk up his abs, draw circles on his belly, stroke to his chest, and then slowly pull the shirt up and over his head, kissing him when his head was free and his arms were not. She licked his lips. Swirled her tongue over one nipple. Drew the shirt slowly down his arms. Trailed her fingers over his biceps and forearms. Watched as his muscles rippled.

  She left his shorts on even though his breathing told her how excited he was. Anticipation was the key. He reached for her PJ tops, and pulled them off over her head, messing up her tousled hair even more. He yanked down the PJ bottoms. Shoved his hand into her panties. Unlike Ivan, he liked the confinement of his hand.

  “You are wet as hell.”

  “I want this. I want you,” Annie whispered.

  His let a finger penetrate her. Stroked her clit in a circle, as she got more and more turned on.

  She returned the favor, stroking him through the soft fabric of his shorts. It was time to peel them off, and she slid her fingers under the waistband on both sides and gently freed him. He helped her lose her panties, almost too wet to put back on.

  God, how he could turn her on.

  Within minutes, he had led her to the wide day bed, put her on her back, ripped open a foil pack and rolled the condom on, placed himself between her legs. Lifting her legs to his shoulders, he bent down to lap at her, lick, suck and tease her pussy until she was in spasms, her muscles rigid. She cried out and came under his attentions. As she lay there, wasted, he nudged h is cock at her entrance, and then slid in.

  “I love how wet you are. I love how easy I can slide into you. I love the feel of you around me,” he said, settling himself on his forearms while buried deep inside her. He leaned down and took possession of her mouth.