Ash: Devil's Crucifix MC (30 page)

Sydney turned to her, biting her lip, "Shayla?"

"You have to ask?" she smiled.

"Thank god," she breathed and fell into her arms.

"Did he ask you to take off your pants?"

"No," Sydney told her, kissing her neck. "I just couldn't stand not being naked for him any longer. I never felt like that before. I wanted so much to take my top off for him at the club. God, I almost did it too, twice." 

Chapter 5

Thursday morning Sydney woke up in Shayla's bed, spooning with her, like she has for more than a month. Her mind went straight back to last night; the show, the couch, his hands on her, his climax. She got out of bed, trying not to wake Shayla, and got her new CD out of her little purse and put it in the stereo in the living-room and turned it up just a little. Just so they could hear it in the bedroom.

Neil's guitar work with the techno driving behind it was so fucking good. It kind of reminded her a little of Pink Floyd, only Pink Floyd jacked up a few notches and with a lot more drum. She danced back into the room, letting the music move her body, thinking of dancing like this for Neal; naked and hot for him. Maybe they should get a pole and do learn how to pole dance for him. That would be cool, wouldn't it?

She checked the time and was shocked. Neil would be here with their delivery in less than thirty minutes. She and Shayla got into each other last night, and it was after four AM before they curled up for sleep. But shit!

"Shayla!" she shouted.

"Wha
t‽
" Shayla shouted back at her.

"Look at the time! We got less than thirty before Neil is here. Ya'gotta get up!"

"Oh fuck!" Shayla said, and shot out of bed heading for the shower, with Sydney following her right into the streams.

They scrubbed and washed their hair and then got out, rushing to dry off.

"Jeans?" Sydney asked.

"Have to be. No time for anything else."

Dressed in jeans, black Harley shirts and boots, they brushed their hair and put it back in pony tails. They were just finishing with a fast makeup job when Neil knocked on the door.

"Shit," Shayla said. "I'll get the stuff out, you go answer the door."

"Right!" she said, and ran from the bedroom to the front door.

"Hey," he said as he came in with the case.

"Hey yourself lover," she said, and jumped into his arms as soon as the door was closed. "God you look good in the morning Neil."

After they parted lips, he said, "Some folks call this afternoon."

"Well, some folks weren't up all night because their hot lover had to get his beauty sleep, which worked by the way," she chided.

"My sleep or you being awake?"

"Both," she answered with a smile.

"So, Sydney, are you two, like, lesbians?"

Sydney turned and tried to see past the curiosity, "If you had a camera in our room for the last month, you would swear we were Neil. But really, we just couldn't stand having anyone else but you -- and we’ve been taking care of each other, yes. Does that bother you?"

"No, just trying to get my head around this relationship with you two. Last night was extremely hot for me, and yes, I'm into both of you. I was actually happy you weren't trying to get me to pick one of you, because that would have been impossible. But, I've never done anything like this."

"Neither have we. Guys were never interesting enough that both of us wanted him, or important enough for us to ask the other to give him a special. So, we've never even had a threesome," she admitted to him.

"Hey Neil," Shayla said, coming out with the scales and tests, setting them on the kitchen table. "Do I get a kiss?"

"Of course," he told her.

Sydney took the case from him and then watched them kiss, Shayla's right leg coming up and rubbing against his thigh. They looked so sexy together.

Shit, I'm getting turned on all over again.

Last night with Shayla was amazing. Shayla brought her to levels of climax she never experienced before. She tried to do the same for her, and she hoped she succeeded. Shayla was hard to read sometimes though. But even with that, she went to sleep still wanting Neil.

They weighed and tested and the three kilos were right, and over eighty percent. "Good enough. I guess we owe you sixty ," Shayla told him.

"Sounds right," Neil said, all business right now.

He counted the money, checked the stacks, and put them into his case. After that he seemed a little hesitant to leave. So Sydney asked, "You said you had plans for today? Can we know what they are?"

"Nothing secret. I'm just going to take the trike down to the Keys. The engine needs to be broken in, so I need to get in a few long rides," he explained. "City driving a new engine generally leads to problems."

"Oh," Shayla said, "Um, could we come along, or is this a solo thing?"

"Don't you have work or something?"

"Well, yeah, but we'll be back by nine, won't we?" Shayla pressed.

"By seven most likely. I'm just going to run down, get some dinner and come right back. Nothing special."

"To us it would be," Shayla told him. "I know that probably sounds corny, but it's still true. We waited a long time for last night to happen. Now, well, both of us are hooked on you Neil."

He nodded his head and looked at the case in his hand, "Getting there myself girls. I am. It's a lot to take in, but so far, it's all been good. So, yeah, grab your jackets, and shades, and let's get out of here. I just have to drop this off and we're in the wind."

"Sweet!" Sydney screamed, and ran for the bedrooms.

When she came out, Neil and Shayla were still kissing. "Um, Shayla? Helmet? Shades? My turn?"

Shayla laughed, and Neil smiled offering her his hand. She set down her stuff, ignored his hand, and jumped up in to his arms again. He caught her by the ass and she wrapped her legs around his waist, grinding herself into him as she went into for a serious lover's kiss. She actually got off a little before Shayla came back into the room.

After that, they took the kilos into the office and put them in their safe, which was one of those tall, gun safes. It was huge, but they felt secure with it. After all, they had another eighty-grand in cash in there, and now sixty-grand worth the coke. There was no way someone -- or even several someone’s -- were going to come in, and carry that thing out. It took the safe-movers special lifts and shit to get it in there. Now it was in and bolted to the floor. Once it was locked up and secure, they set the two deadbolts on their door, which was reinforced steel, set into a steel frame. Sydney new that the double pane front window was right there, so anyone with a hammer, and the will, could get into the apartment, but Shayla felt better knowing they weren't getting into through the door. Sydney figured anyone coming through the window, they could shoot, right? So, no harm letting Shayla have her illusion of security.

Neil left them on the trike while he took the money inside, and dropped it off. He came out with a sour brow, and when he was close enough, Shayla asked, "What's up?"

He stopped, and looked at both of them, "Look, he's taken to calling you two
the cunts
. He's the president, so I can't call him out and beat the crap out of him for it, though I want to. But if you ever hear that, and I don't do anything, I want you to know that I would if I could, because I don't think of you in those terms at all. Alright?"

"Yes, and thank you Neal," Shayla said, and Sydney nodded her head, grabbed his jacket and pulled him in for a kiss.

He looked less sour and nodded his head, then got into the front seat, started up the big engine and pulled them out into the the street, heading for the freeway.

Riding across the long bridges across miles of water down to the Keys was wonderful. Sydney leaned back in the seat with Shayla and just loved the whole moment.

They ate lobster at a crab shack, which wasn't fancy, or special in any way. In fact it was a dive. But it was the best meal she could remember having in years. They laughed and joked and kissed. Then afterward they walked along the shoreline, Neil holding each of them by the hand, while they enjoyed the sun and the scene.

"Neal?" Shayla asked.

"Yeah?"

"What do you have planned for tomorrow?"

"Not much. I have some deliveries to make after three, but not much else going on."

"We have several deliveries to make tonight," Shayla told him, "But if we're back by seven, we could be done by ten, or just after."

"Yes?"

"Would," Shayla asked, and faltered, then asked, "would you mind hanging out at our place until we got back? I would like to be with you tonight, and I know Sydney feels the same way. Will you?"

She held her breath waiting for his answer. Shayla was so confident, so calm. Sydney always thought of her as the serious one, because it was always herself dragging them into to trouble and fun.

"We'll stop off at my place, so I can get my laptop. That way I can work on some mixes I've been putting together," he said.

She slammed into his side, wrapping her arms around him, whimpering with excitement.

Chapter 6

Shayla checked the time coming back into the apartment, and saw that it was closer to eleven than ten-thirty. When he wasn't in the living room, they looked at each other, but she told Sydney, "His bike’s outside."

Sydney nodded and they took their backpacks into the office, and unloaded the cash from their sales that night. They sold thirty-five ounces, which is one kilo, making about $11,500 in gross profit. Which wasn't the best Thursday they ever had, but tomorrow they would sell the other two kilos, and could have a delivery on Saturday. Then again on Wednesday. That was the normal schedule. Generally they went through six to eight kilos a week. But they knew Neil had a Saturday planned with his sisters, so they weren't going to have him do a delivery then, and were thinking Sunday would be better if they had nothing to do except Neil.

They found him sitting up with his back against the headboard of Shayla’s bed. His shirt was off, and his feet bare. On his lap he had his computer, and over his ears he had large headphones.

"Good thing we're not in trouble," Sydney said to her.

"Why's that?" Neil asked, looking up from his screen.

"Oh," Sydney said, and bit her lip. "I thought maybe you wouldn't hear that."

"I heard you come in," he said, giving her a smile. "Hungry? There's some Chinese takeout in the kitchen."

"We ate at the club," Shayla told him, coming into the room and taking off her top. Sydney did the same, and then came into the room, removing her bra.

"I have some margarita mix in there as well, with strawberries," he offered.

"Yummy," she said with a soft tone, while taking off her bra, "but you don't need to get us drunk. We've been yours for weeks now."

He did something with a few keys, waited for something to happen and then closed the laptop lid and set it over on the nightstand, with his head phones. "Then come here you two. Sounds like I owe you weeks’ of sex."

Sydney leaped onto the bed and rushed him, while Shayla removed her pants and G-string and came to him, sitting down on the edge of the bed, rubbing his leg and then undoing his pants while Sydney indulged herself with his mouth. After his cock was out and his pants down enough not to be in the way, she started sucking on him, loving the feeling of his cock in her mouth. He was nice and thick, and just long enough to feel like a challenge.

Normally she didn't enjoy blow jobs. She did them occasionally. Usually only when she felt she
had to
, which were rare occasions. Sydney loved sucking cock. She said she would rather suck a cock then have her pussy eaten. Shayla couldn't back that up the way she was squirming around and howling last night.

With Neil though, she had an urge to be close to him, and to be as sexy as possible. Giving head, was sexy. She felt sexy doing it too. But after about ten minutes and Sydney climbing off the bed to get her pants off, so Shayla straddled Neil's thighs and got his cock into her pussy.

"Oh, fuck me," she breathed, her head going back, as the thick mushroom of his head slipped in. "God damn you’re thick. I didn't think...
oh fucking hell.
"

She worked his cock with her hips and thighs, grinding down on him with her abs, loving every inch of being stretched and opened. "Oh Neil, oh sweet mercy," she panted. "God your cock is so fucking nice."

Neil brought Sydney to him, and began sucking on her breast, as he worked two fingers into her pussy. Sydney gasped and squirmed and came right there. Watching her climax brought Shayla to a nice, nearly perfect climax, spreading through her body like hot honey on her soul, but she still didn't have him fully inside. So she continued to work him, pressing down with each stroke of her hips, spreading herself even further open.

"Sweet mercy," she moaned, shaking her head, her hair fanning out around her, "Fuck. Oh Neil, god I'm so fucking yours.
Shit
."

Sydney was kissing him now and squirming again as his hand was bringing her close to another climax.

"Again?" Sydney moaned with a whimper. "You want me to come again?"

Shayla got him fully inside and started fucking him, and grinding her clit into the base of his cock.

"Fuck yes! Ah fuck yes!" she moaned and ran her nails down his chest and then along his shoulders. "God Neil! It’s, it’s, oh god--"

Her climax came with a rush. Suddenly it was just there and she was caught by surprise. It rolled her like she was drunk in an alley, "Oh fucking hell!" she screamed as her body went wild, and wanton around his cock.

She sagged against him, and after several minutes he picked her up by the ass and set her aside, then pushed Sydney down onto the bed, and got between her open and willing legs.

"Yes Neil," Sydney moaned. "Love me Neil. I want you so bad. Please."

When he entered Sydney, her whole body arched and trembled. "Oh fuck! God Neil! You're so fucking big! Fuck! Oh god! Don't stop! Fuck me Neil!"

Shayla laid on her side, and watched her two lovers embrace, fascinated by the emotions blossoming inside of her. Sex wasn't an emotional thing for her. It just wasn't. But the connection she was feeling to the both of them was bringing tears to her eyes.

It was never going to the the same again.

Never.

Sydney was pounded by Neil for twenty minutes at least, going through orgasm after orgasm. Her hair was drenched with sweat and her hands were only able to claw feebly at the sheets or his arms.

Neil then rose up from Sydney and grabbed Shayla, bringing her up to her knees, her ass in his hands.

She was looking into Sydney's beautifully wide eyes when Neil entered her, and she gasped in blissful agony as he pushed all the way inside of her.

"God!" she cried out in a long wail, her hips twisting as her abs clenched and released giving her voice a throbbing sound.

Then Neil began to fuck her and Shayla’s whole concept of sex and orgasms was rearranged and puzzled together into wild and beautiful designs she never thought existed.

At some point Sydney got her body under, and her mouth on Shayla’s breasts. She was only vaguely aware of Sydney masturbating furiously while she watched Neil pound into her hard ass.

Shayla was having one long orgasm which didn't peak into a climax. It just grew in size and agony, twisting her body and clutching her abs into knots as she clawed at the bed and rubbed her face into Sydney's neck and breasts.

Shayla was at the point of going mad with the agony inside of her, swirling and building in waves and currents, and then Neil took a hold of a hand full of her hair and pulled her back, bending her up, and lifting her off the bed.

"Oh fucking mercy!" she cried out and the climax ripped through her like a tide of electric lava.

Then Neil began to climax, and he pulled her back even harder, and fucked her into a wildness never explored before. She was in a place where she had no other desire than to be fucked, and to please, and to feel his climax in her was all that mattered.

"Give it to me Neil! Please! I want you so bad! Take me!" she howled, amazed that this was her voice, her throat saying these words.

When he climaxed, she felt his cock harden, and thicken and become much hotter, and then she felt his release with a bliss she never associated with a man's climax before.

Neil let her go and she fell down on Sydney like a rag-doll. Sydney took her into her arms and kissed her neck and her lips and massaged her right breast, pulling at her nipple, while Shayla shuddered with after-climaxes and quakes of pleasure.

After a while, Neil got out of bed and walked toward the hallway. They watched him go, not sure if they should follow or not.

"Fuck Shayla," Sydney whimpered, "It's never been like that before. I was so totally his."

Shayla sucked on her friends breast, collecting her thoughts. Trying to find some reasonable explanation for the heighten experience they both just felt with Neil.

Was this what sex was when you were in love?

They heard the blender come on, and looked at each other and smiled. Strawberry margaritas sounded so fucking good right now.

They left the bed like girls, giggling and pushing each other so they could get there first. The sight of Neil standing naked in their kitchen, with his long legs and perfect yummy ass, and that fucking awesome V-shaped back, brought them up short.

Sydney clutched at her, "Oh god," she hissed.

Neil turned off the blender and poured three glasses out, and then turned giving them one each before washing out the blender and setting it back together. Picking up his, he said, "I would have brought them into you."

"We got excited," Sydney told him.

He nodded then turned around and took down three shot glasses and filled them with tequila. He handed one to each of them and then said, "To us."

"Yes," Shayla said.

"Yes," Sydney said, with a vigorous nodding of her head.

Near dawn they fell to sleep, sharing Neil between them, after a night of sex, talking and turning him on with their girl-girl action, which got him hard several times.

Shayla woke to the sound of love making, as Neil fucked Sydney with a slow loving rhythm, which had her clawing at his shoulders and groaning from deep in her lungs. She watched them, feeling nothing but per love and satisfaction.

She leaned into them, and kissed them both, and then got out of bed and headed for the shower. Up until then, she had felt the need to share him equally. If Sydney got a kiss she wanted one too, and if Sydney got laid, well she wanted to be laid as well. But this morning all that changed. Last night was wondrous. Far more satisfying than she believed sex could ever be. She had no doubts in her heart that if she asked, one of her lovers would satisfy her needs. Right now though, she was still glowing from last night.

After her shower she found them snuggled in bed together and she took another kiss from both of them before she went to her closet to get dressed. She browsed through her garments, noting several she would probably never wear again, because they were too slutty for a woman with a man in her life, and picked out a nice pant suit that had power written all over it, with a lot of sexy put in there as well. Then she picked out some lingerie, and put that on, noting in the mirror that Neil's eyes were all over her right now. She looked over her shoulder and gave him a smile.

"Morning lover," she offered. "It's only about eleven. You can sleep a few more hours if you like. I'll wake you at one."

He climbed out of bed to the murmuring protests of Sydney, and came over to her, wrapping his arms around her from behind and kissing her neck. She purred and leaned back into him.

"You know Neil," she told him, "this is the first time in my life that I've had a man in my bedroom I didn't want to see leave."

He fondled her breasts and rubbed his hands down her sides and across her abs. It felt so good, so perfect to be in the bedroom with him in the morning.

"I'm going to clear out a spot in the closet for you so bring over some clothes, so you can change in the morning," she told him.

"Isn't that moving kind of fast?" he asked.

"Baby, I already have ten-year plans going on in my head for the three of us. I'm in, very, in," she told him and turned around to give him a full lover's kiss.