by Krista Wolf
This is what you wanted, wasn’t it?
Shit yeah it was. I’d even asked for it.
Be careful what you wish for…
I was suddenly aware of my other lover, standing before me at the foot of the bed. I reached out for him, and had just enough slack to pull him in by the root. My mouth opened. I waited until the timing was perfect, then slipped him between my lips.
“There we go,” Austin grunted. He gave me another slap, but this one was more encouragement than admonishment. “Goddamn, taking you together like this…” He rolled into me hard, driving his friend deep into my throat. “It’s such a fucking turn-on.”
I kept going like that, blowing one lover, screwing back against the other. Both of them plunging into my body, again and again, from in front as well as behind. I was pinned marvelously between them. Living out every girl’s deepest, darkest fantasy.
So good…
The whole thing was blisteringly hot. So far beyond the scope of reality, I could barely keep my senses. I was screaming into Maddox’s thigh while Austin fucked me. Holding onto the base of his cock, more for leverage than actual pleasure.
So fucking good!
My skin was flushed, my eyes wild. Maddox suddenly stepped back and grabbed me by the hair, yanking my head up to face him. His too-blue eyes bored into mine.
“Look.”
He took my chin and guided my head. There was a full-length dressing mirror in the room, and only now did I realize they’d moved it. From the angle I was at, I could see the three of us centered perfectly.
“Classy,” I smirked, nodding that way.
Maddox chuckled malevolently. “We thought you might like that.”
He kissed me wetly, then plunged back into my mouth. My eyes were still on the mirror though, watching myself as I was spit-roasted between them. I sighed, reveling in the filthiness of letting go, of prostrating myself before these two strong, powerful men. Allowing them to take me in any way they wanted. I would’ve said anything for them. Done anything…
You’re such a slut!
The word held no negative connotation here. It was the most incredible feeling in the world, being shared freely like this. Total liberation; pleasure without judgment, or expectations, or—
“I’m getting close…”
Austin’s voice came floating in from behind me, where he still drilling away. His pace was the same, but his breathing had changed. For some reason it made me proud. Proud that I could tire someone like him out. A Navy SEAL, in prime physical condition…
You’re going to… come again…
Out in front I was doing the best I could. Keeping my lips wrapped firmly around Maddox while his friend, his brother-in-arms, stretched me beautifully from behind.
“I can’t… Can’t keep…”
“Then don’t,” I said, whipping my head around to face Austin. I smiled at him wickedly. “Finish, baby. Shoot it in me.”
Austin’s hands crushed my hips and there it was — his grunt of pleasure, of triumph, of penultimate release. He thrust forward one last time and then went completely and utterly motionless, buried all the way to the hilt in my pussy.
“NNNNGHHH!”
I could feel him throbbing and pulsing, blasting off inside me. Filling me with his liquid fire. It triggered my own climax, which surged through my body. It took me over. Obliterated, for a few brief shining seconds, everything else in the universe… the bed, the room, Maddox’s cock, still gripped tightly in one hand. It all just faded away, like dust in the hurricane of my own violent orgasm.
And then, in the middle of everything, it was raining. Raining down thick, warm droplets everywhere, as Maddox’s come splashed hotly all over my cheeks, my chin, my neck and forehead.
Ohhhhh…
Through it all I kept one hand between my own legs, two fingers plunging into the depths of my messy pussy. Extending my orgasm as Austin continued fucking me, his cock sliding against my fingers.
We collapsed at the same time, in a heap of sweat and sex and come. Each of us spent. Each of us smiling.
“Well…” Maddox grunted when he could breathe again. He tilted his head in my direction and grinned weakly. “You did say senseless.”
Forty-Two
DALLAS
They shared me again, and again after that. Time passed and the outside noise grew dim, but inside our little hotel room things were just heating up.
In a way, it was almost like a competition. It seemed as if each of my lovers was trying to prove something to the other: how hard or deep they could go, how fast they could recover.
Either that, or they just couldn’t get enough of me.
I lost track of how many times they took me. I was fucked on the bed, on the floor, even standing up against the wall. Austin clapped his hand over my mouth while Maddox screwed me over the arm of some vintage loveseat… only to have them switch places, and start all over again.
Out of everything we did however, the balcony was my favorite.
It was late — very late — by the time they dragged me outside and bent me over the wrought-iron railing. The air was cool, the sights and smells of the city finally died down. The crowds of the main square had all but dispersed, except for a few drunken stragglers wandering down sidestreets like ours.
It was as daring as it was fun, screwing outside in plain sight. Standing there with my face-paint all smeared, my tattered fishnets hanging down my legs as they took turns stuffing me from behind.
God, Dallas! Look at you!
My body was shaking from all the adrenaline. My garters and panties were long since gone. My hands had been bound to the railing with beads again, only by now most of them were snapped or broken.
Just imagine this, I thought to myself.
Every. Single. Day.
Yes, every day... just like this. Only even more, because Kane would be there too. Satisfying the physical and emotional needs of three strapping Navy specialists seemed like a dream come true. Only it wasn’t a dream, and it might come true, and understanding these things all at once made me suddenly frightened.
The gushing orgasm I had on the balcony was much like the first, only this one drained me completely. I moaned like a whore, causing a trio of onlookers to glance up from the alley. What we were doing was unmistakable, but our audience was too inebriated to care. Plus it was Mardi Gras. And also, three or four in the morning.
One by one my lovers finished inside me, thrusting so hard I thought I might finally go over. Instead I gripped the twisted iron railing and held on for dear life, my grip so tight I was sure I’d bend the bars.
Then we were crashing against the bed. Falling exhaustedly into the blankets and soft down comforter.
Sleep took me before my cheek could even find the pillow.
I woke up face-down in the semi-darkness of impending dawn, to the sensation of a hard cock pushing its way slowly inside me. From this angle I didn’t know if it was Maddox or Austin. Not that it mattered. I spread my legs willingly, letting out a groggy, satisfied groan as I was filled easily from behind.
“MMMMmmmm…”
Everything was so wet. So warm and snug and comfy. The lover behind me was pressed tightly against my back, skin to skin, crushing me hard into the softness of the bed. I could feel my pussy gushing around him. Dripping with sex.
I still want it.
It was more than obvious by the way my body reacted. As dog-tired as I was, everything still tingled. My nipples went hard.
God, I still need it.
“Spread for me,” a voice growled. “Wider.”
I still couldn’t tell who it was, and that part was most exciting of all. The anonymity of getting fucked like this… of pretending it could even be a total stranger. Someone I didn’t even know, ravaging me, just taking advantage of my warm, sleep-deprived body.
A pair of lips nibbled my ear. An arm slipped around my belly, arcing my ass upward, adjusting the angle of penetration. My lover drove hims
elf home, all the way in, all the way out. It was slow. Lazy. Beautiful.
I whimpered softly, my head lolled to one side. My eyes had adjusted enough to make out the smooth, dusk-colored skin of the man next to me. Austin slumbered in peace, blissfully unaware of what was going on just inches away from his half-covered body.
So it’s Maddox then. He’s the one inside me.
I wriggled my ass playfully, screwing it back into him. It felt so good I was practically purring. He kept grinding away, rolling whenever his hard body bottomed out against my soft, supple ass. He was close to coming. Close to adding yet another load inside me, mixing in with the others. Mixing with my own hot juices, and even—
Suddenly he left me. I waited for him to thrust back in, or in lieu of that, the warm feel of his come shooting all over my naked back. Instead, I was treated to a much different shock:
He was pressing the very tip of his cock against my slick, puckered asshole.
I gasped, my eyes going wide in surprise. It was just the tip. Just enough to penetrate me the tiniest bit. My mouth opened halfway…
… and then suddenly he was coming.
Oh my GOD!
All the breath was sucked from my lungs as I felt him go off, shooting long, heavy jets of hot semen directly into my ass. It was warm and sticky. Totally nasty, dirty and forbidden.
And somehow I loved it.
It was incredibly filthy, being filled up like this. Laying there pushed face-first into the pillow, as my lover held his cock pressed against me… filling my ass with his boiling hot seed.
What. The. Fuck.
Maddox continued stroking himself, draining his balls completely. Pumping until he was finished, at which point he broke the seal between my ass and the tip of his cock.
He grunted in satisfaction before rolling over, leaving me used and trembling. I was in the same position I’d been in when he woke me up… only now, a steady stream of warm come was leaking from my asshole.
I drifted off, staring into the budding dawn. Wondering how we’d ever get up to face the day, or whether we could draw the curtains and sleep through it all warm and cocooned and nestled together.
The wetness continued dribbling out from behind, running down my warm, aching pussy. I closed my eyes, relishing in the moment.
It was by far the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me.
Forty-Three
AUSTIN
We walked through a light rain, past what could’ve been offices, or barracks or anything else. The base was hodgepodge of old and new. Of modern, more recent structures as well as existing brick and cement buildings.
“There’s a gazebo up here,” said the man we were following. “We can talk there.”
Chief Petty Officer Woodward was a short, squat man, with the underlying frame of someone more powerfully built in youth. He wore his thinning hair proudly, in a style he wasn’t trying to hide. He also walked faster than most men I knew with legs twice as long.
Maddox was dragging his ass, which was funny to me. I would’ve laughed at him, but I was dragging ass too. We were both exhausted, both totally worn out from our activities of the past two nights. We’d also grown used to sleeping through the first half of the day and partying all night long.
But hey, it was Mardi Gras.
“Okay,” said Woodward, finally arriving at our destination. “We can talk freely here.”
The US Naval Biodynamics Laboratory had been around since the early 1970’s, mostly as a medical research facility. It was partially converted in the 90’s to accommodate other Naval offices, including the ones where Woodward was in charge.
Right now were in an old gazebo, standing defiantly upright even if at a slightly crooked angle. Once, a long time ago, it was would’ve very pretty. At the moment however, it was sorely neglected. More paint than wood by this point.
“If you’re going to tell us your office is bugged…” started Maddox.
“Want me to be honest?” asked Woodward. “Who the fuck knows? These days I don’t trust anyone. I’m just putting in the rest of my time, finishing out my thirty-five.”
He shrugged, leaning back against one of the old wooden railings. But not before testing it out with his hand first.
“There’s a lot of creepy shit going on,” Woodward said. “People in places they shouldn’t be. Sudden promotions, even faster demotions. People pulling rank out of the clear blue sky.”
He scanned around, glancing over both shoulders. It wasn’t exactly a nervous look, but it wasn’t a good one either.
“Long story short, I wouldn’t even be doing this, except in person. And I wouldn’t be doing it with anyone except people I knew were good.”
Maddox scratched his head. “And, uh… how do you know we’re good?”
“Because Winters vouched for you,” Woodward said firmly. “And Winters was as solid as they fucking come.”
A long moment of silence and respect passed between us. An unspoken pause between soldiers.
Eventually the old veteran pulled something from his pocket and thumped it hard several times against his thumb. He opened the green container and took out a pinch of rich, black tobacco.
“Your friend Connor stumbled onto something,” he mumbled, jamming the small wad between his cheek and gums. “Something he shouldn’t have.”
“We knew this part already,” I said impatiently.
“And where most people would’ve backed slowly away,” Woodward continued, ignoring me. “He pressed on harder than ever.”
Maddox shot me a sideways glance. From how tight his mouth had gone, he was thinking the same thing I was.
“Are you saying you turned a blind eye?” I challenged. “That you let him do this alone?”
“I’m saying he went too deep, too quickly,” the man spat. “And that by the time he brought it to me, it was already too late.”
I stood there in the cold, clenching and unclenching my fingers, attempting to keep calm by staring out into the rain. I tried imagining what the base looked like in its heyday, back when it was filled with people. How green the trees and lawns might’ve been. How smooth the cracked sidewalks were, alive with people. The vast empty parking lots, filled with vehicles.
“I tried to help him,” said Woodward. “Actually I did help him, but he kept coming back. Kept digging even after I covered his tracks, kept pushing his way through the layers of muck.” He shook his head slowly. “I’ve got a family. A wife, kids — some of them in college. There’s no way I could—”
“We get it,” I snarled. “You left him out there, all on his own. You hung him out to—”
“I TRIED, goddamn it!” The CPO spat again, and this time his spittle was a gob of greasy black liquid. “I went to bat for him! When I figured out they were watching him, I got him a new place. When he came to me with what he had, I even brought it to my superiors.”
I inched forward expectantly. “And?”
“And they squashed it,” the man said helplessly. “Just as fast as he compiled it, they… they…”
Maddox nudged me as the man dropped his head into his hands. He was almost in tears. Almost.
For me, it wasn’t good enough.
“Tell us what happened,” I growled. “And tell us everything. Leave nothing out.”
Woodward stepped closer to the middle of the gazebo, urging us forward. A breeze wafted in and his voice went lower.
“There’s a lot of old hardware around here,” he said confidentially. “High-level technology, resting in old places, sitting on old drives. Buried in the backs of decommissioned buildings,” he continued, “information that’s been copied and forgotten… just not by everyone.”
“So… secrets?” Maddox asked.
“Yes.”
“Someone’s stealing secrets,” I repeated.
The man nodded. “Stealing and selling them off, although I never knew everything. Winters kept most parts to himself. When he realized how dangerous it was, he didn’t wa
nt me involved anymore. Even when I went after him, tried to get him to talk to me, he basically blew me off.”
As much as I wanted to be angry, it sounded like Connor. It would’ve been something he’d do; put the needs of others first, well before himself. He’d done it on the battlefield for sure. And it seemed he was doing it here, with Woodward, right up until he died.
“What kind of information can you give us?” I asked.
“Even better,” Maddox interjected, “who’s watching us?”
“That part I don’t know,” said Woodward, glancing around again. “But whoever was after Winters followed him back to Nevada. And they’re Air Force, not Navy. Stationed at Nellis. Connor told me that much at least.”
I jerked my head toward Maddox. He took his phone out of his pocket and pulled up a photo.
“Know this guy?”
The CPO answered immediately. “Of course. That’s Evan Miller.”
“He wrapped up in this?”
I watched carefully as the man shrugged. The gesture seemed genuine.
“I— I can’t imagine he would be. He was Connor’s friend. His roommate too, if I remember.”
“He ever say anything bad about him?”
“Who?”
“Connor.”
“Not that I recall.” He thought for a moment, then put a finger to his chin. “But…”
“But what?”
“But I remember Miller being kinda angry when Connor left. He put in for a transfer almost immediately. I always assumed they had some sort of falling out, but then the transfer was to Fallon, so…”
Maddox took a slow step back. Fallon was an air station out in Churchill County, back in Nevada. Combat Search and Rescue training took place there, SEALs only.
A transfer like that made sense. Only it put him within six or seven hours access of Connor.
“Listen to me,” Woodward said, his voice going so low it was barely audible. “Whatever these guys wanted, Connor already had it. And it was important to them. They were looking for it, shaking him down trying to find it.”