Chapter 9

Jena

The room was much warmer now, and after dusting the sofa and the bed, and covering them with a pair of blankets Mills brought from a closet upstairs, Jena was ready to fall asleep.

The guys had taken off their coats. Mills wore a tight, gray sweater; Beast a blazer and a dress shirt. Their muscles pressed against the fabric of their clothes, she couldsee them easily, almost like super heroes in a movie.

Beast grabbed the sofa and brought it over his head, walking toward her as if it weighted nothing, setting it down in front of the bed.

“It’s warmer here,” he said with a wink.

“Are you comfortable?” Mills asked.

“Yes, thank you,” she replied, taking off her shoes as she lay on the bed.

There was no blanket, nothing to cover herself with, but it was fine, she didn’t expect much, anyway, not in a place like this.

The men sat on the sofa, taking off their last pieces of clothing.

They aren’t undressing, they’re just taking off their shoes and sweaters and undoing their pants—

Wait.

Were they really going to take off their—

“Are you okay?” Asked Mills, pulling his zipper down.

She didn’t immediately reply, just looked at him. It gave him enough time to realize what he was doing. He let a big laugh out.

“I’m not taking my pants off, don’t worry, just getting more comfortable.”

Phew. She could finally breathe. She knew she was safe with them but seeing them naked was a bit more than she needed right now.

Control yourself, Jena.

Beast took his blazer and shirt off, his chest tight beneath his tank top. Then he stared at her.

“This is fine, right?”

“Sure.”

“You look cold.”

She bit her lip, “just a bit, it’s getting warmer anyway.”

She was getting warmer, just by looking at them. Beast looked like he could have worked in the fashion industry if he wanted to. He was ripped as hell, his arms hard, his biceps thick; his back wide like a linebacker, everything about him screamed masculinity.

He still had the look of a rugged hired gun. Young, with a faint stubble on his square jaw.

Mills looked more like a soccer player, every muscle in his body deliciously perfect. His blonde hair longer than Beast’s. They were so different from each other she couldn’t help but wonder how they became friends.

Beast stood up and set his long coat over her

“Thank you,” she whispered.

His dark, masculine cologne reached her. It was faint but certainly there.

“I hope this helps,” he said.

It did. It was incredibly warm. Having Beast so close brought images to her head she shouldn’t be having.

“Thank you,” she whispered, barely able to speak.

“Is that better?”

“Yes.”

The feeling of his hands on her body, even if for the briefest of moments, was enough to set her body on fire.

Looking away was the only thing she could do, the warm hands of that huge, muscular man grazed her skin, bringing goosebumps all over. He didn’t see that, luckily.

Mills, sat on the couch, staring at her and his friend with a smile on his face. His eyes narrowed, as if enjoying the view, watching Jena suffer like this.

They don’t know how you feel. They probably think you’re about to break down because of everything that happened.

Beast stood beside the bed, the ridges of his abs visible beneath his tank top. She could reach out and touch them if she only dared to.

The whole evening had been like this. Her body reacting to the presence of these… these strangers so badly. She knew this feeling was wrong.

But she couldn’t fool herself. It was real, and they felt the same way. She saw it just an hour or so ago, when they held hands.

Mills took his sweater off, too, his eyes never leaving her. She had to look away, she couldn’t be so obvious.

“Take my coat, too,” he said.

“It’s fine—”

“You’re in a fetal position, Jena.”

Her name coming out of his lips, it made her tremble.

She never thought she’d meet two hired killers— Gangsters, that’s what they are.

Mills set his coat on her legs and now she was done. Desire flooded her. Why? Two hard men taking care of her needs, making sure she was warm.

The air felt so different now.

You’re hallucinating.

No, she couldn’t deny it.

“You’re safe with us,” Beast whispered, his eyes never leaving her, “take off your bra.”

It was like an order, she took a moment to reply.

“What?”

“You’re not going to sleep with it on, right? Don’t worry, we won’t look.”

She was trembling. She could say no, and that would be it, but he was right, she didn’t take anything off but her shoes.

She reached back to undo her bra, moving like a snail beneath their coats, trying to remain hidden under them.

There.

Her breasts were finally free, she would have let out a big sigh but she had to control herself, she couldn’t be so obvious.

Now, she had to find a way to remove it without taking off her sweater.

“Do you need help?” Mills asked, amused by all her maneuvering beneath his coat.

“I’m fine,” she said bluntly, still working the strap, but it was useless, she couldn’t do it alone.

Damn.

What was she going to do now? Sleep like that? Okay, yes, she could do that.

“Take it off,” said Beast, his eyes never leaving her, “your sweater, then your bra.”

She wanted to. She wanted them to see her.

“You have to look away,” Jena whispered.

“Do we?” said Mills.

Goosebumps rose all over her skin. They wanted her. Their words felt like an order.

“You can look away from us, if it makes you feel better,” he continued.

Her breath was ragged. Why wasn’t she telling them no? She couldn’t recognize herself anymore. She should have been offended. Who did they think they were?

She took a deep breath, she was brave.

“I said no,” she quipped and that was that, she cozied up under their clothes, trying to relax as much as she could.

The furnace shone dimly, illuminating these men’s faces. They looked like kings staring at her, their faces half covered in shadows. And she was their slave. What would they do? Would they force her to take her clothes off?

“All right,” Mills said, and leaned back on the sofa, ready to sleep. Beast did the same.

She tried to think of something else, to forget everything about today, tomorrow they would find a way to set things right.

But damn it, being in bed with the bra still on, unhooked beneath her clothes was damn uncomfortable.

Screw it.

She sat on the bed, turned to the wall behind and took her green sweater off. Her naked skin suddenly out in the open, her back at them.

She removed her bra and put the sweater back on. It was definitely an improvement.

“See how easy that was?” Mills asked.

She bit her lip, who does he think he is?

“I knew it was easy you jerk,” she said, turning to them. The were still leaning back on the sofa, completely relaxed. Beast had a shadow of a smile on his face. They were having fun at her misfortune.

“I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” Beast asked, “You’re beautiful.”

She jerked back in surprise. She’d been complimented before, sure. You’re cool, you’re so motivated, nice ass. That sorta thing.

That last one was a bit too recent, but beautiful? A girl like her didn’t usually hear those words.

Beast was tense. She could see veins popping out of his muscled arms. His fists were closed, he was holding back.

Mills was the same, except he hadn’t said a word after she turned to look at them. He clenched his jaw, his eyes never leaving her.

There was a moment of silence, all of them looking at each other.

“You don’t mean that,” she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.

“I don’t?” Beast asked and she knew he did.

He and Mills both.

Her eyes went from his eyes to his chest, to his abs, until she saw his hand over his crotch, trying to hide how hard he was. Mills crossed his legs, but she could see him too.

She was so wet now. I need to stop this now. If things kept going like this, she would end up staining the coats these men borrowed her. Now, that would be embarrassing.

“You need to cover yourself,” Beast said.

Jena looked down and saw what he meant. It was a bit cold when she took her sweater off, her nipples were hard, perfectly visible under her top.

“Oh God!” She yelled and covered herself quickly, but it was too late. They saw her.

“Sorry,” she said, looking back at them, but you’re not really sorry, are you?.

It was only fair. She saw their manhood first.

“Come here,” Mills ordered.

She trembled. Not because she was afraid, no. It had been ages since something like this happened to her. Since she’d been close to someone.

Since I’ve had sex. Come on, Jena, you can say it.

They didn’t utter another word, just waited for her to move. She could refuse, I could say no, or at least try to fight them off.

But she didn’t want to.

The words stayed with her, making her shiver. It’s now or never.

She moved to the side of the bed. Her body was stiff, she didn’t know if she was even able to walk with how nervous she was.

The floor was cold under her feet. The eyes of these two gorgeous men stayed with her, like predators watching their prey.

Every step she took gave her shivers, the couple of gangsters stared at her, anxiously waiting for her arrival.

She gave three steps toward them, then stopped. Just one more and she would be at their mercy. Mills raised his hand and she took it. Her face turned bright red, the touch of his skin much hotter than she imagined.

He brought her to the center of the sofa. She was about to sit between them but Beast spoke.

“Wait,” he said, and Mills released her. She stood there in silence, looking at them. They were so close she could almost feel the heat of their bodies.

“Turn around,” Mills ordered and she felt herself blush again, “I want to see you.”

She held back a smile.

She’d never “modeled” for anyone before. Beast and Mills wanted her badly, that was clear. If the bulge in their pants wasn’t enough for her to know, she could tell by how they spoke.

They were holding back with all their strength. She’d never felt so desired, much less by men like these.

She slowly turned around, placing her hands on her waist.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Beast said again, sending a shiver down her spine. She could hardly breathe anymore.

“Sit down,” Mills said, tapping the space between them, and she obeyed.

“Are you scared?” Beast asked.

It took her a moment to answer, she had to be honest with herself.

“No.”

Beast placed a finger on her thigh, his touch was enough to make her crave him, to make her want to yell how much she wanted him. But she had to be strong, too. She had to hold back, keep her composure as much as she could.

“I wanted you from the first moment I saw you,” said Mills, the blonde, perfect man, his deep green eyes lit with a fire she hadn’t seen in anyone before.

“Fate brought us together,” Beast said, his hand going slowly toward her knee, then back up to her thigh.

“I want you,” she whispered, unable to grasp what was happening, unable to understand why of all people, it was her the one they wanted.

She almost died, earlier today. Now she was a slave to the men who were supposed to kill her.

Beast pulled her by the hair, his face grazing her cheek, his hot breath caressing her neck and shoulders, making her quiver before finally kissing her neck.

Oh God, it’s happening.

She gasped and felt Mills come closer. She couldn’t help it, she wanted to feel him too.

She found his lips and it was even better than she imagined, so soft and incredibly hot, his taste minty, his tongue adventurous, barely touching her at first, making her crave it more and more each second.

A sea of erotic sensations flooded her, their hands caressed her legs, her shoulders, her chest… two men making her theirs.

Mills grabbed her hand and placed it on his thick, hard cock, hidden beneath the fabric of his pants.

“See what you do to me?”

Oh my God.

Her other hand moved to feel Beast. They are huge!

It was almost scary.

Each of them was so different from the other, but at the same time big and hard and ready for her.

She didn’t know when she started doing it, but suddenly she realized she was stroking them over their clothes, their cocks were so big they seemed like they were going to rip their pants apart.

Beast pulled her hair again, making her gasp, but that didn’t stop her hands from holding the heat of their manhood.

He kissed her roughly, deliciously; there was no tenderness here, only lust. He kissed her perfectly, just like Mills, but harder, his stubble deliciously scratching her jaw.

Beast slowly pulled her leg to him, Mills did the same, each of them grabbed her hands, as if trapping her.

They exposed the wet stain in her leggings, barely noticeable in the dimly lit room.

Still, it embarrassed her, how could she be so freaking wet so fast?

“I want to taste you,” Beast whispered in her ear, sending shivers all over her body.

Mills grabbed her hand and guided it under his shirt, letting her feel every inch of his steel-hard body. Every ridge of every muscle was hers, it was like caressing a living sculpture.

He took his undershirt off and there it was, the perfection of his body, even hotter than she imagined. The ridges of his muscles cast soft shadows all over his body.

She had to make him completely hers. Her hand went up from his abs to his chest until she could feel his heart hammering hard. He wanted this —needed this— as much as she did.

He looked down and she followed his gaze: his thumb was under the elastic of his tight briefs, pulling it down slowly.

Beast gasped, she turned around to find herself jerking him over his boxers, she was going insane with lust, not even registering what she was doing.

“This is what you do to me,” Mills said, pulling the elastic band of his underwear a bit up, just barely enough to let her see a glimpse of his manhood.

The mere sight of it was enough to set her on fire. Beast slid his hand from her thigh to her crease, his touch a warm caress that fused tenderness with raw power. His pinky grazed her slit and she whimpered out loud.

Her hands rushed to cover her mouth.

“No,” Beast said, the side of his finger grazing her crease again, just barely hard enough for her to register the movement. Once again she was flooded with delight.

Mills pulled down his underwear and there it was, out in the open, the biggest cock she’d ever seen, ready for her.

Jena’s jaw fell open, I knew he was big but this is too much.

“I’ve never been this hard in my life.”

“You tell that to every girl you—?”

“Never.”

His eyes flashed with fury.

Beast touched her chin and made her turn to him.

“This is different.”

She knew what he meant, what they meant. They had this weird connection, she felt it the moment they walked in her cafe. She tried to put the feeling down, never thinking it would end up like this.

Her hand rushed to feel him under his boxer, holy crap, the man was even bigger than Mills. His cock was throbbing, he wanted her so badly he was dripping with pre-cum, her hand getting sticky with his lust.

She wanted him badly. Mills brought her hand to his shaft and she jerked him off, too.

Oh, God, what am I doing?

She never pictured herself doing this. The thought of having sex with two incredibly hot men at the same time… it was so out of this world, something so improbable that it never even crossed her mind. Not even in her fantasies.

But now here she was, two gangsters gasping as she moved her hand up and down, up and down, their cocks throbbing under her grip, the image of them exploding drove her wild.

“No,” Beast said and knelt by the sofa, pulling her leggings down in a swift move, her bright blue socks still on her feet.

Her underwear was the ugliest, unsexiest one she owned. Wel, it’s not like I knew this was going to happen when I got ready for work this morning, right?

Before she could say anything, Beast kissed her feet, then her ankles, then started going up her legs little by little.

It was too much, her hand grabbed his slick black hair, trying to hold him back, she was already on the edge and he hadn’t even really started.

Mills grabbed a fistful of her hair and brought her to him, kissing her even harder now, Beast kept moving up, his hands going to her waist, his tongue softly exploring her inner thighs, flashes of pleasure filled her body, it had been so long since she’d been with a man.

Now two men shared her. This was so forbidden.

Beast pulled her panties to the side. He didn’t take them off, no, he just maneuvered around them, her legs still spread open, her slit exposed to him, his tongue on her thigh, going around her center, not yet tasting her.

Her juices flowed so hard she knew she would end up staining the sofa, she was dripping wet now. Mills held her wrists and pulled them back over her head: she was trapped again.

His other hand went to her neck, barely choking her, his mouth close to her ear, his respiration washing over her, sending a multitude of delicious bolts of ecstasy through her body.

“You belong to us,” he whispered, flooding her with sexual desire.

“No,” she tried to say, going against everything her body wanted —needed, even— but it was too late, Beast grazed her folds with his tongue, the wet hotness of it like a drug, taking her higher and higher, addicted to these sensations. It went up and down, up and down, tasting every drop of her lust, until he reached her nub, grazing it at first, making her tremble, then going down, then back at it again, her delirious jerking urging him to keep going.

She was moaning now, her voice filling the huge, empty basement.

“No?” Mills asked, his hand closing a bit harder on her neck, she was their slave, they owned her, she knew it now.

“Do you want him to go on?”

She pressed her lips. Of course she did, she just didn’t want to admit it yet.

Beast’s tongue slowly explored her center, reaching her button, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. She yelled with pleasure, inviting him for more, but he pulled back for an instant, teasing her.

“More!”

Mills hand tightened a bit harder on her neck now, she deserved it, she couldn’t keep hiding, this is what she wanted, what she needed, even if she’d never done it before.

“You said no,” Mills said, “but you want it. I’ll have to teach you not to lie to us.”

“Yes,” she blurted out, barely able to speak, “please.”

Her body acted as if by itself, she didn’t have to think about what she was doing, it was all raw instinct.

Four hands touched her body, burning with a passion that pushed her closer and closer to the edge. Whatever this was, wherever this was going, it didn’t matter right now. She would have all the time in the world to think about it tomorrow —or the rest of her life. Jena couldn’t think straight any longer, she could hardly breathe, her body edging closer and closer to the edge, in possession of these two gangsters.

There it was, the dam was about to break, she could not hold back, the feeling of Beast’s tongue pleasuring —worshipping— her nub, then going down to taste her juices while Mills talked to her like that… it was so twisted.

She turned to look at Mills, his green eyes glinted in the dark like a predator at the edge of a campfire, filled with want and need and lust. He tightened his hand on her neck and that was it, she exploded.

Waves upon waves of pleasure rippled through her body, from her center outward, bathing her with ecstasy. Her yell echoed in the basement until it was the only thing that existed, all the years of holding back, of being a good girl, they were gone in an instant.

She couldn’t fool herself anymore, she loved this, her body jerked violently, her slit flooded with her juices, all of them being licked clean by a sex god.

Every ounce of strength was drained from her, she couldn’t move, she was spent, depleted, her ragged breath the only thing breaking the silence.

Mills released her and for a second she felt so vulnerable, her breasts and her sex and every inch of her skin exposed. It didn’t matter. She belonged to them, just like Mills said.

She looked down, meeting Beast’s eyes, he had a satisfied smirk on his face. The whole experience had been out of this world. Mills kissed her and she got lost in that kiss, sweet and tender and full of desire.

“Oh my God,” she finally whispered.

Beast sat by her side, placing his hand over her thigh, her legs lightly spread open, the room was warm and cozy.

“Why are we doing this?” She asked softly.

The men looked at her, their faces wondering the same thing.

“I don’t know,” Mills replied, “I really don’t know.”

Beast grabbed her hair and made her turn to him.

“Does it matter?”

He was breathing harder now, holding back, his deep blue eyes a couple of diamonds in the dark.

“No,” she replied with a kiss.

It was a wild kiss, their tongues finding and twisting and wrestling each other.

Beast brought her closer to him, making her turn her back to Mills, her shins over his lap. Oh God. She’d grazed Mills’ cock with her shins, it was as hard as ever.

Beast was thick and hard and huge. Her mind was unraveling, seeing how both of them were so hungry for her, so anxious to make her theirs.

Beast’s cockhead was drippin pre-cum, she had to taste him.

Jena licked his shaft from top to bottom, the deep moan her man uttered was more than enough to let her know how much he liked it. It was like red-hot steel, she’d never had a man like this, she wasn’t even sure she could fit him in her mouth.

Her tongue travelled up and down his length, the bittersweet taste of his seed was now something she craved.

“Come here,” Mills said and slid under her, a moment later he was kissing her inner thighs. She was about to lose it.

No.

Before she lost herself in that feeling, she held Beast’s cock with both hands and put him in her mouth.

She didn’t have much experience, but this time she didn’t hold back, she wanted to taste him, she wanted to pleasure him, to bring him to orgasm.

Her slobber dripped down his rod to his sack, her mouth barely able to fit his size.

Meanwhile, Mills caressed her lower back and ass, kissing her legs, his hands softly scratching her skin. Beast placed his hand behind her head, pulling her hair away until she met his eyes.

The man was barely able hold back, gritting his teeth, the look of restrained fury starting to give away with every lap she gave around his cockhead. She’d never done it like this.

A moan escaped her. Beast’s cock was still in her mouth. It was Mills, softly lapping at her center, she had to make Beast finish before Mills made her cum again.

I have to.

She began sucking harder, Beast caressed her back and her neck as his length bore deep into her mouth, she’d never liked doing this before and now she couldn’t stop herself, she not only enjoyed it, it turned her on.

Mills pulled her waist down to him, does he want to—

“Sit on my fucking face,” he ordered, his tongue lapping her button again and again.

Another ripple of delight surged through her body, making her yell on Beast’s cock.

She pulled herself up and jerked him, Mills on the couch, pleasuring her like a wild animal.

Oh God, oh God!

She was pressing herself harder and harder against his face. She was grinding her slit on his face, his tongue going up and down, up and down until he found her clit again, making her feel dizzy.

“No!” She yelled without wanting to, she couldn’t let herself go before tasting Beast again.

She sucked him off with furious lust, his cock hot as steel, his dripping pre-cum telling her how close she was to orgasm.

“Oh God,” he moaned as his hands went to her head again, but this time his voice cracked. That was it. The bittersweet taste of his semen filled her mouth, amidst a roar of pleasure, a taste she craved as she grinded her pussy on her other man’s face.

She couldn’t hold back any longer, every drop of Beast’s cum fell on the sofa, on the floor, on her… and she exploded too.

Her moan joined Beast’s, Jena tried to move away from Mills but he didn’t let her. He held her down with his strong arms, not allowing her to escape, her juices flowing onto him like a river of lust.

This orgasm was like an atom bomb. Deep and hard and long. It was paradise, she’d touched heaven for an instant. Every nerve in her body trembled, her mind went blank, only pure ecstasy remained.

It was insane, this was her second one, how could they do it? It was as if they could read her mind. They did things she didn’t even know she wanted —or liked.

There was only silence now.

Mills sat with a smirk on his face and she knew one thing: she could never go back.