Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) (65 page)

As she started to noisily gobble and suck, and her head moved back and forth between my shaking thighs, my stomach rolled and I was tipping over the edge again. I reached to grab Jace’s hand, but instead grabbed his cock through his jeans, and I pulled him harder against my wet muff.

My mouth found his and feasted as he worked faster on my wet trigger. His strong, sensitive fingers lifted me over the brink and I leaned into his hand as my thighs sagged apart.

The sound of Ashlee behind me, swallowing Badge’s pole, and the sensation as her hair brushed against my thighs made me moan and sigh. My fingers clasped around Jace’s neck and my toes curled as my back arched and I came once more, drenching Jace’s hand.

He grabbed my shoulders and spun me against the cold tiled wall. He plunged his head between my legs. His long, strong tongue slid into my swollen cleft and his lips worked on my aching nub. I started to shout as I came again, this time more intensely and even harder.

I realized just in time that the noise could call Officer Cannon back, and that would be really bad. I jammed the back of my hand into my mouth and bit as hard as I could stand to stop the sound.

Badge’s neck was red and swollen, and his cock was jammed almost all the way into Ashlee’s stretched-open mouth. “Gotta love a shouter,” his voice rasped as he looked down at Jace, hard at work in my loins. “Goddamn, they can get you killed, though.”

I bent forwards and sunk my fingers into Jace’s hair. His mouth felt so good on me that I wanted to pull him all the way in. I damn well tried, too. He loved it. I could tell by the way he groaned as I clawed his hair.

His long moan shook my lips and my walls, and I rocked my canyon over his face even harder. I don’t know how I stayed quiet–Badge was right, I am a shouter–but the effort made all of the sensation even more intense.

I couldn’t believe that I had a biker’s face in my wet pussy, and that Ashlee was gagging with her mouth stretched on another biker’s cock. It was slid into her throat and making her drool, wide-eyed and red-faced. Two bikers we had known for less than half an hour were fucking us.

They were two bikers who were pretty much guaranteed, by all appearances, to fuck us both insensible. That is, if we weren’t all killed in a shootout with the cops who were searching the dorm for the two of them, right while we were losing ourselves in oral sex.

Jace started to get up but I was coming again so I tightened my grip in his hair. Badge grunted and said to Jace, “Man, you got a live one there. I can’t wait to slide my cock into her.”

I was still coming and gushing as Jace looked up into my eyes and said, “Sure thing, bro. But I’ve wet these hot, plump lips and I’ve tasted the sweetness of ’em. So I’m gonna get my balls to slap against her ass, and then against her chin. Whatever’s left after that, you can fuck her all you like.”

I burst and came again.

As I sagged onto Jace’s face, he pushed me away gently, rose, and pulled open the hefty silver buckle on his thick belt. When he unbuttoned his jeans and hauled out his cock, it was even bigger than I had imagined while it had ground against my ass and my pussy.

After he yanked off my pjs he lifted me by my ass, and hauled my thighs over his elbows. My hands clasped behind his neck again as he lifted me, sliding my back up the cold tiles. With my legs spread wide his huge cock probed against my hot, wet opening, he teased me with the head of it.

 
He watched my face contort and my eyes plead as he pressed along my slit and slid against my swollen lips. Suspended on his arms, I shoved my soaking petals at his shaft, but still he teased and taunted me with an evil spark in his eye.

His hot, slick head, just outside my entrance, drove me wild, and I had to bite my lip. When his cock did penetrate me, I gasped for air, and my eyes, my mouth, and my legs all sprang wide open. I felt like he was going to split me in two.

I locked my ankles behind his ass and tried to pull him in, but he was too strong. He was determined to make me wait and make me earn every inch of that hot beast. My walls pulsed, relaxing and squeezing, coaxing and tightening. He gave me an evil grin, but he still made me wait.

I started to shake. “Please,” I said.

His grin spread wider and thinner. Between my legs, I gripped him tighter. He was still only halfway in, and I felt like I was stretched as far as I could go. He slowly slid back and my wet pussy hated the cool air he left behind.

He looked in my eyes, and then impaled me. I kept my voice quiet, but I couldn’t stop a jagged little squeak ripping from my throat. My legs clamped around him as he sawed into me and he pierced me apart.

My lips leaped for him but he drew back his head and grinned even more.
Alright, you bastard
, I thought,
If that’s how you want to play it
. I slammed my pelvis into his. My spine curled to rock me onto his hot spike and then off. My flower wept and scraped red and raw as I hammered my hips into his.

As I got my bush to his hilt, I squeezed, and when I reached the top of his shaft, I relaxed. I rolled my hips around as I dove onto him and again the other way as I rose back up. I judged his rhythm and I fucked him. I watched for when he wanted more and I slowed.

I sensed when he needed a pause, and I slammed. I drove that fucker to the edge like a damned chicken run. I had never fucked like that in my life before. I completely forgot my own sensation and my body dedicated itself to getting control and getting him off.

His hardening hunk began to twitch and pulse and I jumped right off him. I sank to my knees on the hard floor and took his red, pulsing cock in both hands. I held it in front of my mouth and I blew on it.

His hands grabbed my head and he tried to pull my lips onto his throbbing manhood, but I opened my mouth so wide he just slid along my tongue. I barely letting him touch the sides. I made him welcome in the warm, wet space of my mouth, but I didn’t give him friction.

When I peeked up at his face, I saw a mix of confusion and rage, mixed with a heat of admiration. I grinned and tightened my grip. Just then, I gave him the first suck, right up the top, below the bulb. I licked along the seam of the underside with the pointed tip of my tongue on the way.

He started to shudder. I knew that he had blown past the last possible stopping point. I gripped his length and pulled my hands down, hard and fast then up, soft and deliberate while I closed my mouth, soft and wet over the tip.

My head followed my hands up and down and on the way down, I sucked, hard. His throat rasped with long groans and his meat throbbed on my tongue. I pulled him downwards, just to add more tension and he began to pulse from the hilt to the hot tip.

I tried to stop myself from grinning as he shot bolts of hot, salty seed to slather over my throat. However much I sucked and suckled to keep it all in, there was so much that some of it spilled onto my lips and dribbled to my chin as I laughed and sucked and beat his cock for all that I was worth.

As he groaned and hosed the final spurt, I lapped, looked up into his eyes. Somehow, I managed to grin with an enormous cock in my mouth. I can’t think quite how I did that. But he saw the grin, there’s no doubt about that.

He felt it too. I saw the way that he chewed his lip.
 

I wiped the hot spunk that spilled onto my chin and what there was left on his cock and his balls and I watched his face as I slurped it all up.

Ashlee was by this time stood naked with her feet apart and bent forwards. She moaned and gasped as Badge pounded her from behind and his balls beat on her mound. I lifted her head, and gave her Jace’s fat, softening cock to suck.

I figured some hot, fresh lips might revive him some. For a moment there it looked like it wasn’t going to work, but when Ashlee’s face crumpled and reddened, that seemed to get a start on stiffening Jace right back up.

The more he filled her mouth, the closer she was to gagging, the more the saliva ran over his cock, the harder he got. Badge pulled Ashlee’s hips lower and he beat his cock harder into her. He looked up in admiration, first at me, then at Jace.

“Man,” he said, “How did you know which bell to push?”

Jace’s lips were tight. “Follow the road, bro. Always follow the road.” Ashlee’s mouth stretched wider to accommodate Jace. Badge’s jaw tightened and he looked over at me. I watched him pole into Ashlee while she fed on Jace.

My fingers were on my pussy, spread my lips wide as I stood. Badge watched intently. He pulled out of Ashlee and lay on the floor. He pointed to his cock. It wasn’t as long as Jace’s, but it was thicker. And I could see that it was rock hard.

“Tell you what, biker,” I licked my lips, “I’ll ride you.” I stood over his head, facing his feet, settled my ass over his face, and got my lips on his. He parted my pussy with his tongue and I leaned forwards to take a hold of his cock. I lowered my lips onto him and I felt his whole body swell, like it rose to meet me.

What I wasn’t prepared for was his scent. I’d never identified it before, but it’s something I’d smelled once at a boxing match that my mother’s boyfriend dragged us along to. Now that I recognized it, I knew instinctively what it was.

The overpowering scent of testosterone made my stomach hop. I took his cock in my hands and straight into my mouth, and I ground my wet lips onto his face. His big hands gripped my ass, and his tongue swept along the length of my open gorge.

Feeling his thick cock press the sides of my cheeks as he licked the length of my pussy, my nipples hardened and rubbed against his rising pelvis. The curve of his cock slid along my tongue and moved in to jam straight at the top of my throat.

My eyes bulged as his hips bucked and the velvety snake pushed into the grip of my wet, waiting throat. Straight away, he groaned into my opening and the head of his cock thrust all the way into my mouth and down my throat.

My nose was against his balls and pressed there as he sucked on my clit. He began to beat his cock in and out, thumping the floor with his ass, then whacking my face with his pelvis.

The muscles of my throat tightened around the thickness of his ridges as his pulse rose and quickened. I slipped my hands under his ass to pull him closer, tighter in. Meanwhile his tongue moved impossibly fast around my clit, taunting the base and flicking around along the hood.

Then he plugged straight up into my pussy and hooked almost to the folds at the front, high inside where my button is. The button I called my ‘auto-destruct’ after the first time someone found it. This biker’s tongue was the first thing to get anywhere near the devastating effect that freshman had.

My hips rocked and my stomach rolled. Waves of liquid tremors and tingling flashed through my whole body, and I jolted on his face. I sucked on his cock so hard I could have gotten pregnant. If he were farther down my throat, I’d have started digesting.
 

My mouth filled with saliva. His mouth must have filled with my love juice. His cock beat into my wetter and wetter throat. Then his cock swelled even more and I knew he was going to blow. I jammed my nose right into his balls and my back curved to tilt my pussy into his face as his tongue lashed inside me.

A rising torrent of sensation, waves after sets of waves, washed, splashed, spilled, and then burst and flooded through me. His cock fired off bolts of thick, hot cum into my throat. It slipped and slid around
 
in my mouth, over my tongue, and as he spurted again the gooey joy seeped out around my mouth. My wetness gushed between my thighs and engulfed his face.

His moans and groans gurgled beneath me and my whole body vibrated like it had been electrified. I sobbed and moaned, and truly I lost track of what noise I was or wasn’t making.

When I recovered some and I looked up, Ashlee and Jace were just watching Badge and I. As my bleary face came up, they began to clap. Weakly I raised my hand. Jace must have thought this was some feeble attempt at a high-five from the floor, because he leaned over to reciprocate.

Waving his hand away, I put my finger to my lips. “Shhh!”

Jace and Ashlee looked shocked. We were all quiet for a moment. Then we heard it. Boots in the hallway. And they were coming in our direction.

There was nothing else we could do. Ashlee and I scrambled, in the remains of our clothes, to pry open the bathroom window. It wasn’t an easy task at the best of times. Ashlee was ushering Jace out as the banging started on the door.

I dragged Badge up by his arm. I could see he’d rather stay and fight it out. I could see also that, right now, he definitely wasn’t up to a fight. I managed to persuade him out as the hammering on the door became insistent and the cop’s voices started up.

“Hey, are you okay in there? If you can’t let us in, we’re going to have to bust the door open.”

Ashlee just about got the window closed behind Badge and I just about made it to the door. With makeup smeared over our wet faces and what was left of our clothes hanging in torn strips off our shoulders, we both looked like we’d come through a flood and maybe a riot, too.

When I opened the door, Frank Cannon’s eyes were round as dinner plates. He looked at me. Then at Ashlee. And then back at me.
 

He was reaching for his revolver as he scowled and said, “What happened here?”

I don’t think he believed my explanation. I don’t blame him. But when I promised to call him the next evening, it didn’t seem to matter too much anymore. Then, as he turned to go, I realized that he and his buddy would likely run into Jace and Badge outside.

“Officers,” I said, “We’ve got some really hard questions that we need figure out for tomorrow. They’re about forensics. Would that be the kind of a thing you boys would know anything about?”

Hard Rider

Alice May Ball

I was alone in the teacher’s
room, straightening my blue skirt and bending over to pick up a coffee cup. There were always some other teachers in there, but not this time. For some reason, I was wearing my soft pink sweater.