Chapter 16

Jena

There were no chairs to sit down on, the house was almost empty, so they had dinner standing up.

If it was supposed to be uncomfortable, well, it wasn’t. The smiles on their faces when they took their first bite was everything Jena needed to wrap up her day.

They haven’t had a home cooked meal in a long time.

“I like it here,” she said, “it’s pretty quiet.”

“It’s a nice neighborhood, right?” Mills said, and Beast nodded.

“Yeah, I always thought the suburbs would be boring as hell but I understand why people like them.”

The men looked at each other and shrugged.

“More space, less noise—”

“But the commute can be hell,” Beast interrupted.

“The commute?” She smirked, “you’re telling me people like you have fixed work hours?”

The laughter stopped.

Oh shit. Why did you have to say that?

“You mean killers?” Mills asked, locking eyes with her. Beast was the same.

“I mean bodyguards,” she replied, bluntly.

“We’re not bodyguards,” Beast said, then cleared his throat, “we’re more like armed grunts. The boss asks us to do something, we do it, no questions asked.”

“Roberto Caronte,” she blurted out, and a fire flashed through their eyes.

“Yes,” Mills said.

“I looked him up,” she continued, “I have to know who I am hiding from. Or at least who will kill me if he finds out about me.”

“You’re safe,” Beast said, “nothing bad will happen to you.”

She allowed herself to smile.

“Thank you guys.”

“For what?” Mills asked.

“You’re risking your life for me.”

“We couldn’t kill an innocent just like that.”

“It’s sick,” Beast quipped.

“I know, but still…”

“You have nothing to thank us about,” Mills said.

“I owe you my life.”

Sunlight was gone. They stood there, in silence, at the heart of the dark house. The men didn’t reply, Mills offered his hands and suddenly they were embracing, all of them.

She’d wanted this all day, to feel their warm bodies, safe and sound on her skin.

“It must have been hard for you to make that decision,” she whispered.

“No,” Mills replied.

“It was the easiest one I’ve ever made,” Beast continued.

“But now I put you in danger—”

“Jena,” Beast said, “this isn’t your fault.”

“I—”

That was enough, Beast brought her to him and kissed her. She couldn’t forget those lips, soft and warm, and the way his hard body felt against her.

Mills hands, moved from her shoulders to her waist, pulling her ass closer to him, making her feel his hardness.

“You’re safe with us,” Mills whispered as she kept kissing the towering hulk of a man Beast was.

Her right hand went up to Mills, grabbing him by the neck, pulling him even closer, her other one went beneath Beast’s coat.

She was between them, their kisses taking her away from here.

“I was so afraid someone else might come and—”

Mills grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her back.

“That will never happen,” he said, his green eyes a scorching flame full of desire.

Four hands on her body, caressing her, craving her as if this was the only time they would be together.

The heat of their bodies warmed her even more. She wore loose pants and a baggy sweatshirt, the only things she could afford after buying groceries.

She didn’t look pretty, she didn’t feel pretty.

But they touch me, and kiss me, and want me as if I was the only woman in the world.

Beast pulled her waist to him, and suddenly her center softly grazed his shaft, hard and thick.

Jena let out a soft moan, and another one when Mills kissed the back of her neck, going to her left shoulder, letting her feel his hard cock against her ass. She was trapped, slowly grinding their sex, back and forth, back and forth.

She didn’t have to think about it, she just did it. She was free to do anything that she wanted, instinct took a hold of her and she let herself go.

Her crease was now flooded with her lust. They didn’t even need to touch her, just looking at them was enough.

The way they talked, the way they moved, everything was like an hypersexual abyss she couldn’t get away from. It was an addiction she never knew she had. An addiction to them.

Life was easy before she met them. Now, who knew what would happen?

Mills turned her around to face her, Beast pulled her waist, feeling her from behind. In a perfect move she met Mill’s delicious lips, his tongue playfully wrestling with hers, wet and hot and mischievous.

He placed his hands on her head, going for a deeper kiss, while Beast pulled down her sweatpants.

She breathed in deeply, surprised, flashing her bare ass at him.

Beast’s hands went around her thighs, to her front, grazing her skin. Bolts of lustful waves rippled through her, goose bumps rose on her skin, she was so wet now she could almost feel her juices dripping down her thighs.

She held Mills, kissing him violently, grinding herself against Beasts thick, hard cock.

She moaned again, louder this time. Mills pushed her away from him, his hand going to her neck, holding her tight against Beast.

“You went outside without our permission,” he said, “you have to pay.”

He tightened his hand around her neck. He owned her, both of them did. Her body was on fire. She nodded. She wanted to pay.

Oh my God, what am I saying?

She couldn’t go back to her normal life again. She wanted this. Them. Mills kissed her again. It had been too long since he did, she already wanted to feel his lips pressed against hers.

“I’ve wanted this all day,” Beast whispered, raising his hand, showing her his fingers, moist with her lust, placing them in his mouth.

The sight of him tasting her juices drove her crazy. He hadn’t even touched her there, just her inner thighs, how did he—

His hand slid down to her slit, like a soft caress. She couldn’t move away from them, Mills firm grasp on her drove her wild, now Beast was going to—

He put his finger on her crease, and Jena could actually feel it being completely drenched in her juices.

Beast touched her with a tender, contained fury, moving up and down her center, barely grazing her nub, making her crave him, making her want to yell at him, beg him for more.

Then he did.

Mills pulled away, his eyes fixed on hers, Beast caressed her nub, sending a bolt of pleasure throughout her body.

She yelled in delight.

It was what she wanted. What she dreamed about.

The rippling ecstasy kept coming, again and again, as Beast’s soft touch massaged her button.

“Oh, God, oh God,” she kept saying, not able to hold back.

Mills stepped back, his hand never leaving her neck, and unzipped his pants.

She wanted it, she needed to taste him. And there it was, rock hard, even bigger than she remembered, completely ready for her.

She was almost on the edge, feeling at the mercy of these tough men, loving how she turned them on, how they were slaves to this, too.

Jena tried to grab Mills, to at least feel his cock on her hands, but he held her hands and kept walking until his cock grazed her inner thighs.

Beast moved away, his hand replaced by Mills’ manhood. It was red hot, and almost sticky with pre-cum. It slid between her folds, getting soaked in her juices.

He was masturbating her with his shaft, as if it was her sex-toy.

Beast held her ass, and suddenly she felt him too, steel hard, going between her legs.

Oh my God, are they—

Yes. Both of them going back and forth on her center, sending waves of orgasmic joy through body. It was insane, it was forbidden, it was taboo.

It was the best thing in the world.

Two men grinding their cocks on her crease, back and forth, back and forth, fighting for more, grinding each other to pleasure her. She was all they wanted, and they didn’t care about anything else.

She was so wet both of their shafts dripped with her juices.

“Take me,” she said, “please.”

“I don’t have a—”

“I don’t care!” She interrupted him, “I’m on the pill, and I trust you.”

“You don’t have to worry about anything.”

Mills turned to the kitchen’s island and threw everything on it to the floor.

Beast grabbed her and the next moment she was sitting on the marble top, her legs spread open, Mills between them, her back on Beast’s torso.

Her sweatpants were still in the way. Mills didn’t even take them off. He pulled them just above her knees, then smirked naughtily and kissed her thighs, going slowly down, to her center.

She was still fully dressed. Almost fully dressed. Mills pulled her legs up, kissing and licking her thighs, the warmth of his mouth making her shiver.

Jena turned to Beast and kissed him furiously, yelling in his mouth when Mills reached her mound, tasting her.

She needed him inside. She needed both of them inside.

What are you thinking?

Was she going insane? Since when did she need two men at the same time?

It didn’t matter when or why. It was the truth. Mills pulled away from her and she knew this was it. He was very big, would she be able to fit him? She was almost afraid it would hurt.

His cockhead pressed against her entrance, not going in yet. A flash of delirious pleasure exploded inside of her, she turned to her blonde man, his eyes full of wild lust. This was it.

He entered her, and for a second, pain surged through her body. He was big. Way too big. A yell got stuck in her throat but he kept going in, slowly, carefully, his hands on her waist, his cock sliding deeper and deeper until he reached a place no one had reached before.

It was like an explosion of ecstasy, his cock was more, just more than she had ever had. Strands of blonde hair fell over Mills eyes, as his body shivering with delight. He looked like the tough, rugged man she knew… but also looked vulnerable.

His hands held her lower back, thrusting her a bit harder now, his cock sliding in and out of her, it was too much, she was engulfed by a tsunami of pleasure.

Beast cupped her breasts over her sweatshirt. Her legs were still up, Mills inside of her, each thrust a brief flash of pain turned into agonizing pleasure.

Her whole body trembled, she was going to explode soon, Beast hands on her chest, then her belly, his torso on her back, Mills caressing her legs as his cock slid in and out, in and out of her… it was wrong to feel this good, it was forbidden.

She was out of breath. Her body stiffened and silence filled the room, time seemed to stop. An electric explosion surged from her core, rippling through every nerve in her body. A delirious yell escaped her, louder and rougher than she’d ever screamed before, but she couldn’t hold back, she couldn’t keep quiet.

This was a nice neighborhood; everybody must have heard her screaming like that, surrendered to her men.

She grabbed Mills’ blonde, wavy hair and pulled him to her.

“Fuck me!” She grunted and another orgasm broke inside of her, her eyes suddenly white, pleasure overcoming her. Mills lips found her as he yelled his orgasm, the hot thickness of his seed filling her.

He kept thrusting hard, she didn’t want to waste a single drop of his lust. It was hers, she wanted it inside, all of it.

She held him tight, close to her, until he was spent. His warmth filled her like no one before, her heart thudding so hard in her chest she thought it would burst out of it in any moment.

“Yes,” she whispered, “that’s what I wanted.”

Beast loosened his grip on her but she raced to hold him.

Mills ragged breaths filled the room, the only sound breaking the silence.

“I want you,” she whispered to Beast, words that would have surprised her just a few days ago, escaping from her lips so naturally…

Beast’s fire blue eyes stuck on her, he was holding back as much as he could. He pulled her close, turning her around, taking off her sweatpants in one swift move and throwing them away.

She could still feel Mill’s orgasm inside of her.

Beast kiss was rough and intense, in a swift move, he pulled her up in the air as if she weighted nothing. She straddled him, her body burning with desire, his thick cock threatening to burst out of his pants.

She knew he was even bigger than Mills, and right now it didn’t matter.

Tomorrow she would feel the pain of having had them inside, and she would probably have difficulty walking. And the thought of it made her crave him even more.

Beast kept kissing her, holding her tight. This wasn’t sweet, tender love making, this was wild, savage, animalistic fucking. The tip of his cock pressed against her center and she felt how big this man was. Gigantic.

“Fuck me, now!” She yelled and the next moment her words got lost in another orgasmic yell.

He was so delicious, every inch of him sliding inside, letting her know this is what she asked for, what she deserved for disobeying them. For going outside.

She held on to his thick neck. Every muscle in his body felt like hot steel. In her raw, decadent cries of ecstasy, she bit his neck, his chest, his shoulder. She clawed at his back, leaving red marks all over it. She couldn’t stop.

She didn’t plan this, she’d never done it, it just came to her, an instinctual urge to make him completely hers.

His thickness pleasured her with a mix of pain and delight she’d never thought existed.

She belonged to him. She belonged to Mills. There was no question about it. They ruined her. There could be no one else. She was their slave.

Every thought in her mind disappeared, she couldn’t think straight anymore. She was going to come again.

No, she thought, frantically, not another one.

But there was no mistake. Her body shook with pleasure, electric ecstasy gathered at her center, rippling outward to her burning body. If she had another orgasm she would die, she knew it, it would be too much. She wanted to feel Beast but she never thought she could have another orgasm, a third orgasm so quickly.

“Beast!” She yelled and saying his name made it worse. Yes, that’s what he was: a wild beast taking her.

She held him as tight as she could. All her strength focused on holding her orgasm back, and she did it… for a second only.

“Beast!” She yelled again as his manhood reached deep into her, elation flooding her body, reaching higher and higher until she was no longer in control.

The dam broke, another orgasmic cry escaped her. Every muscle in her body went hard, bathed in a storm of delicious sensations.

There it is.

He roared, his face looking up to the ceiling, trying to hold back, but it was too late, she felt him explode inside of her, his seed mixing with Mills’, hot and thick and absolutely hers. Only hers.

She didn’t know how long they held each other, her legs still around her other man. Her muscles relaxed little by little and then she was standing, looking at them, Mills stared in silence while Beast sat on the floor, exhausted.

Jena picked her sweat pants up from the corner of the room.

No words needed to be said.

This had been extraordinary. Divine, even. She put on her sweatpants and leaned on the counter in the corner of the room, studying her men.

They were gorgeous, strong, caring. She didn’t know why they met but it had to mean something.

Stop kidding yourself.

She smiled, her heart beating hard in her chest, but she had to hold back tears. How long can this last?

Right now, their hot orgasm dripped down her thighs, below her knees.

She was filled with their lust, and for a second, she thought this might mean more than that.

And she wouldn’t allow herself to say it.