The Death Lords, Volumes 1-3: His Wild Desire, Her Secret Pleasure, Their Private Need (24 page)

She nods.

“Show us.”

I want to object that we should feed her first or watch a fucking movie but Annie turns around, gathers up her ugly navy skirt and bends over. Underneath ain’t ugly at all because under the skirt is all Annie. She’s gone commando, either all day or just for our benefit.

“If I knew you weren’t wearing panties under those skirts, Little Red, you’d be bent over the stacks with me pounding inside you.” Easy’s voice is rough with his lust.

I nod in agreement, suddenly a fan of big shapeless pieces of fabric. No one but Easy and I know what’s underneath. Her ass is small but juicy and the purple base of the plug is a bright contrast to her pale skin.

“Lean forward farther,” I order harshly because I can’t help myself. She does, bracing herself against the wall. As she dips forward, the pink of her cunt lips juts out. My mouth waters remembering the taste.

Easy moves around in front of her and ducks beneath her skirt. His mouth starts eating at her and the palms on the wall are replaced with forearms as she struggles to steady herself. Her need for me jolts me out of my momentary inertia. Moving behind her, I ease her backward into my arms. She sags against me, her head lolling against my shoulder. Together we remove her knit pullover and her plain beige bra.

I lick her, first around her neck and then down the shoulders, all the while cupping her small, perfect uptilted tits in my hands. One of her arms comes to wind around my neck pulling my face close to hers. Her unspoken request for a kiss is met by my demanding lips and tongue.

Tonight’s Annie isn’t the shy girl of last week. She sweeps her tongue inside the recesses of my mouth, kissing me like I hadn’t been kissed before. She’s exploring me like I want to explore her. Women I’ve had in the past didn’t have a real interest in getting to know much more about me other than that I had a fat dick and a nice ride.

Annie’s interested in my fat dick but she also is searching to please me. I can’t remember the last time I had a woman between my legs that wanted to give me pleasure.

Her sensitive peaks tighten under my hands and it’s not enough to hold them. I want to inhale her but first I want to feel her come apart in my hands. Holding her firm against me with one arm tightly banded around her waist, I drop my other hand to her clit.

“You going to come for us, sweetheart? We haven’t had you for an entire week and the house has been pretty quiet without you around. We’re going to need for you to scream out your pleasure. Don’t hold back,” I say.

“Yes, this feels good,” she moans. Her excitement and Easy’s mouth are making her cunt nice and juicy but I know she can get wetter.

“You feel my cock in your back? You feel how hard I am for you? Easy and I are aching to take you.”

“Fuck, Little Red, you are
tight.
” Easy’s voice is strained. Looking down I see he has one hand between her legs. He’s fingering her while the plug is in. Jesus
fuck
if I don’t get inside her soon, I’m going to blow a load all over her back. “She’s soaked,” he says to me.

“We got you, sweetheart.”

“Don’t…” she whimpers.

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t stop.” It’s a fierce cry. Half order, half plea. I rub her harder in tight little circles and Easy dives back in, fucking her with his fingers, licking up her juices. His mouth and tongue come in contact with my digits but I don’t care. Nothing matters but bringing Annie pleasure.

It doesn’t take long until our attentions have her throwing her head back against my shoulder and crying out until she’s not much more than a shaking, sobbing mess. Easy rises to his feet and swipes the back of his hand against his mouth.

“Let’s take this into the bedroom,” Easy says.

I lift her easily in my arms and once inside the bedroom, lay her on the bed. Her skirt is discarded and she lounges against the dark sheets. Her eyes are heavy with desire and her legs are wet from her come.

• • •

Annie

Easy and Michigan shuck their clothes in a hurry, almost as if it’s a race. When they are done, I roll to my side and stare at their perfect bodies.

I’ve had them inside me, I marvel. I’ve slept with them—a tangle of arms and legs and torsos. Some deep instinct tells me that they’d do anything for me but there’s only one thing I want. I reach out a hand. “Love me.”

My words jerk them into action and they practically pounce on the bed in excitement. Michigan settles on his back and takes his long, thick cock in hand. He gestures for me to straddle him. As I stretch my leg over his hips, I fear the plug is going to pop out. Worried, I stop and glance over my shoulder.

“Should we take it out?” I ask no one in particular.

Easy replies, “Not yet.”

He climbs on the bed behind me, easing my knee down to rest on the mattress. Then he places a hand on either side of my hips, holding me steady as Michigan’s shaft separates my folds and enters me slowly.

Every part of me begins to throb. My butt, my nipples, my clitoris are all aching for something. Michigan curls upward and captures one breast in his mouth. The ends of my hair tickle my back as I arch, pushing my breast into his face. Suddenly I feel another mouth on my other breast! When I look down, I see two heads. There’s the military close cut of Michigan’s and the longer, light brown of Easy.

Michigan’s broad hands are around my waist while Easy holds my ribs and they both suck hard in unison. The sensation is indescribable. I feel those long draws as if they have a direct connection with my sex. I begin to quiver. Lightning bolts shoot through my body as the two men feast on me with ardor and determination. My torso is nearly covered in their big, calloused hands. The train of sensation hurtles down the tracks at high speed with no brakes and I throw back my head and surrender to it all.

Michigan releases me first, falling back to the pillows and clenching his teeth.

“Get inside her now,” he orders harshly. “I’m not going to last much longer with her cunt squeezing the fuck out of me.”

In my excitement I had barely noticed that Michigan is fully seated inside me. He reaches to where we are joined to squeeze the base of his shaft. “Oh fuck, bro, she is soaked.”

Easy’s hand joins Michigan and they finger my wetness together causing me to whimper and then I come
again
just from their simple touches.

Easy lifts his drenched hand to his mouth and sucks each finger off individually. “Sweet as sugar, Little Red. Lean forward.”

I collapse onto Michigan’s chest, unable to find the strength to stay upright. Easy repositions himself behind me and I feel the cool touch of the lubricant around my puckered skin.

“Don’t be scared,” he croons. His hand rubs me over and over around my butt. He pulls the plug out and the bazillion nerve endings that are in that passage are lit up. The erotic sensation sends ripples of delight throughout me. Michigan hisses through his bared teeth and I feel his hand tighten between us.

“Sorry,” I mumble to Michigan. I can’t stop the clenching of my sex. Everything they are doing to me is causing me to respond.

“Don’t ever be sorry for being a hot piece, baby. We love this. We love—,” he stops and clears his throat. “We love making you come.”

What was he going to say? That he loved me? That they love me? How is that even possible after our short time together? But isn’t that how I feel? All week I thought of them and how gentle they’d been with me. Neither of them mocked me for living with Father or for being the church secretary. They believe I am beautiful in my dowdy clothes and with my long lanky limbs and small breasts. I’ve never felt sexy before but now, I feel like a goddess worshipped by two nearly immortal men—at least judging by their stamina.

These two see me in a way that I could only dream, in ways that I barely am able to acknowledge within my own private heart. If there is such a thing as soul mates then these two are mine and I’ll do anything it takes to be with them.

Without the plug I feel strange, almost empty. I’d worn it all week, nearly every day, only taking it out for cleansing purposes. Easy inserts one well lubricated finger into my butt and then another but even three of his fingers don’t come close to approximating his girth. When the wide head of his cock pushes at the entrance of that forbidden spot, I clench up causing Michigan to groan and hit his head against the mattress.

“It’s going to feel good,” Easy says in soothing tones. “Let me in your virgin ass, Little Red.”

I force myself to relax which isn’t a simple task when you’re already stuffed full of a nine-inch penis. He moves forward slowly and halts at my whimper. “Ease out to the tip,” he instructs Michigan, who lifts me effortlessly off his penis until only the very top of his head is inside. I feel very empty now.

“I’m ready,” I tell Easy.

“I know you are.” His voice is different, strained with the effort of holding back. I push back as he had told me to do when the plug was first inserted and we both groan loud as the tight ring of my muscles sucks him in. “Christ, you are tight. So fucking tight.”

I can barely make out his words. The sensations are so intense, so bright, so real. He plunges the final distance.

“Now,” I hear him order and then the two begin an act of perfect synchronicity, driving into me and withdrawing in rhythmic bliss. I’m so full of
man
that the wiring in my brain short circuits and all I can do is ride wave after wave of fantastic feeling. I hear roars of satisfaction in full surround sound as their pleasure infiltrates all my senses. Inside me, I feel the hot splashes of their orgasms and it leaks out, blending their release and my release until we are simply one satiated being.

Annie

They let me rest until the next morning and Michigan treats me to a nice massage.

"You pack a pair of jeans?" he asks.

"Yes. Should I wear those today?"

"We're going to take a ride into Minneapolis. Judge wants Easy to check into something and I'm going as backup."

"And you're taking me with you?" I ask. The lie that Pippa had told my father was that I was going to attend a library get together in the city and that we would stay overnight. That we are actually going is exciting but I don't want to presume anything.

"Yep, you're the first woman to ride bitch on Michigan's bike," Easy says, throwing a helmet and jacket on the bed.

I raise my eyebrows and Michigan nods in confirmation.

"So, I'm popping your cherry," I say daringly.

My saucy comment causes both men to halt in their tracks. Easy is halfway into the closet and Michigan's hands freeze on my shoulders. Easy breaks first, shouting with laughter and Michigan follows soon after.

"You are perfect for us," Michigan murmurs after his chuckles have died off and the glow generated by his approval sticks with me the entire hour or so ride into the city. According to Michigan, the ride is pitifully short but it's the most I've ever ridden and my legs can barely hold me up when I swing off the saddle.

Michigan catches me and sits me back up on the bike, holding it stable while Easy comes over and gives my legs a brief rubdown.

A few people walk by but no one mentions how odd we must look, standing in the parking lot with the two bikes and their leather cuts declaring them members of the Death Lords. The clerk inside the hotel doesn't blink an eye when they ask for one room and a king size bed. Maybe these unconventional relationships are more normal in a city because if the three of us checked into the Snug Bug Motel in Fortune, Mavis Byrne would have died on the spot. Granted, she is in her seventies, but the shock would do her in.

After we check in, Michigan and Easy take me to the mall across the street. I'd been to Minneapolis before with Father, but I've never been to the giant mall. It’s so big I can’t help laughing. I can’t bring myself to buy anything although there are clothes that are sold for a few dollars and a few thousand. We make ourselves huge yogurt cups at a self-serve shop. Michigan has coffee-flavored and adds chocolate and nuts. Easy and I put a little of everything on it.

We ride the roller coaster that spins us up to the ceiling and then down to the floor. Up on the second floor, they pull me into a sexy lingerie shop.

The ladies there are all agog. Michigan blushes and walks out but Easy starts pulling stuff off the rack. I can’t believe what he wants me to wear. The saleslady forces him to leave the small dressing area. Good thing too, because if he saw me trying this stuff on, we’d be doing things that would get us arrested. I get a couple of things at Easy's insistence and he pays. I open my mouth to protest but a glare from his normally open and happy face shuts me down.

On the third floor is a Harley Davidson shop and they buy more stuff for me. I try arguing again but this time it is Michigan glaring.

“You going to ruin this for me?”

“No?” I say uncertainly.

“That’s right. I’m buying this because this is my fantasy and if you want to make that happen for me, you won’t argue.”

I shut up even as I see the haul that they’re selecting. There are shirts, boots, jackets, what looks like leather pants. None of this is anything I’ve ever worn before. Both of them try to muscle their way into the tiny dressing room, but the store clerks know what’s up and both Michigan and Easy have to cool their heels outside.

I walk out in the full garb—the leather chaps, the calf-high laced boots and a white and black moto jacket with orange trim.

“Autumn fucking harvest, man," Easy says mysteriously. Michigan nods.

The gold T-shirt underneath has a V neck that dips low and the push-up bra from the lingerie store makes me look busty. I’ve never looked so good. My legs look long in the dark jeans under the chaps and my few curves are accented by the tight clothing. The garments aren't as comfortable but even I can see how different I look.

"We'll take it all," Michigan says and turns abruptly toward the cashier's counter. Easy reaches down and adjusts himself.

The obvious erection he's sporting makes me blush which only causes him to smile broader. He strolls over and pulls my leather and denim-clad body against him. "You're a righteous biker babe, Little Red. Proud to have you on our bikes and in our bed."