Chapter 21

Jena

The theater was empty. They picked their seats on the upper half of the room, right on the center.

A few minutes later, an elderly couple arrived, sitting on the fifth or sixth row, very close to the screen.

“They look so cute,” Jena said, “going on a movie date like that.”

The boys nodded, wolfing down junk food as if they didn’t just have lunch thirty minutes ago.

The movie started, and before the twenty-minute mark, she knew how it was going to end, it was so full of clichés and bad acting… everyone seemed to be just phoning it in.

Oh damn. I hope they don’t hate me for choosing them this.

The heroine felt so fake, every freaking decision she made was dumb. No one in their right minds would want to “solve the mystery” of who killed a stranger.

You tell the captain to go to harbor and call the cops.

She rolled her eyes. Maybe she would enjoy it more if the boys didn’t need to like it.

But they don’t need to like it. You didn’t know the movie was going to suck.

They would understand.

“We could leave if you want to,” she whispered to them.

“What, why?” Mills asked.

“If you don’t like the movie, it’s okay, we don’t have to stay.”

“Do you want to leave?” Beast asked.

“No, it’s just—”

“Let’s stay then, I like it.”

She was now pressuring them to leave because she didn’t like the film and she was worried they weren’t going to like it.

Chill out, Jena, it’s just a movie.

The hero got in a room with the heroine. She thought the killer was going to get her but it turned out it was him. He suspected some people, she suspected others, anyone could be the killer. Including them, apparently.

Then they started kissing and the guy took off his shirt. He was Hollywood handsome: six pack, not a single hair on his body, perfectly good looking.

Jena used to think that was perfection. But after these two guys, holy hell, the actor in the movie seemed like a boy, not a man, and his body was okay, not you-want-it-so-bad-you-wanna-bite-it incredible.

She chuckled. She was luckier than the freaking girl in the movie.

The man took the heroines shirt off.

“She’s cute,” she whispered.

Why did she say it? Why was it so awkward for her to watch a scene like that with her men?

My men. What am I thinking?

“Not as cute as you are,” Mills said, and pecked her on the cheek.

Beast placed his hand on her thigh, his skin against the fabric of her jeans felt ruggedly hot.

Focus on the movie.

Mills did the same, on her other side, and kissed her cheek again. Oh God, Jena, focus on the movie.

Being touched by them was more than she could handle. Her mind unraveled, remembering everything they’d done. She was now doing the math in her head, counting how long it would take them to get back home, make love and then get dressed again to go wherever they had to go.

A cold shiver ran down her spine.

Don’t think about that, not now.

She’d made an effort to forget about the dangerous job they had to do. She put it aside and focused on enjoying the afternoon.

That’s all she could do, she wasn’t going to be a pain in the ass, sharing how she felt. She knew what she was getting into when she started doing this.

No, I didn’t.

The heroes in the screen started having sex. It was good, passionate and all, but nothing like—

Beast caressed her leg very slowly, from her knee to up her thigh. His touch made every hair in her body bristle.

The moans in the screen filled the room, suddenly the scene changed to a shadow, someone was looking at them. The killer, probably.

It didn’t matter anymore; her attention was on her men. Mills came closer, she though he was going to kiss her on the cheek for a third time but he didn’t.

He placed his lips on the side of her neck and her whole body broke out with goose bumps.

“You’re right,” he whispered, “we could do other things instead of watching the movie.”

Jena turned to him and met his lips, Beast scratched her thigh, sending brief flashes of delicious agony through her body.

Mills kissed her slowly, his inner fury held back for an instant, enjoying the moment as much as he could. He took her to new heights; her heart beat faster and faster, as if this was their first kiss.

This one is even better.

They knew each other now. They knew each other very well. Every turn they made, every soft bite on her lips. It made her want him even more.

Beast pulled her leg to him, making her spread them little by little, the feeling of being exposed here in a theater was a mixture of fear and excitement.

She couldn’t make any noise, she didn’t want to ruin the experience.

This was so much more than she had ever wanted. She never thought she would like doing it like this.

Making out at the movies. We’re such a cliché.

She was getting embarrassingly wet, the touch of Beast, the feeling of her juices dampening her —completely new, by the way— underwear…

She moaned, pulling away from Mills, trying to quiet down. She could barely see her men in the twilight of the theater, but their eyes were hard to miss. She knew what they were planning, and there was no escape.

“Be quiet,” Beast told her, his hand going up to her neck, “or we’ll make you suffer even more.”

She nodded. She didn’t want to scream in pleasure in here. It would be so embarrassing. She had to learn to control herself, to keep it down.

Beast gave her a quick kiss on the lips, then pushed her back into her seat. The next moment he grabbed her shirt and pulled violently, ripping her newly bought flannel shirt in two.

She was exposed in there, in the darkness of the movie theater, her breasts out, held back by a sexy black laced bra that she wasn’t planning in showing them until later tonight.

“Sorry baby,” Beast whispered, “I just have to do this.”

He held an end of her shirt, Mills grabbed the other one and together they ripped it in two, her torso completely exposed.

In any other situation, she would have yelled in embarrassment, even thinking about it would have made her blush. But she was a slave to her emotions, she couldn’t hold back, seeing them wanting her this bad made her even crazier.

Beast kissed her again, his hands travelling from her neck to her breasts, down to her belly and legs. Mills did the same. She was enraptured by these two gangsters, their mouth on her skin, every sensation an explosion of ecstasy running wild through her body.

She started moaning but Mills covered her mouth.

“Are you going to be a good girl?” He asked.

She looked at him, his green eyes glinting in the dark like a vicious predator.

She was the prey, of course, and as usual she knew she would be theirs.

The elderly couple sharing the theater with them was enthralled by the film. So far, they were safe.

Four hands caressed her body, two men kissed her neck, biting it, going to her shoulders, arms, breasts… their manhood still in their pants, ready, always ready for her.

“It’s your fault,” Beast said, “you make us do things like this.”

“No,” she whispered back.

“No?” He asked, “you’re lying to me? I’m going to make you pay.”

Beast unzipped his pants and let her see what he had. His steel hard cock throbbed with how much she turned him on.

“God,” she blurted out, without even wanting to.

He was so. Freaking. Big. She couldn’t believe she had had that thing inside of her, how she wanted it again.

She craved it. Them. Their moans close to her ears, always wanting more, never getting tired of her, exploring new sensations and experiences.

Beast grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her down.

At first she thought he wanted her to taste him. To suck him off. But he was much more patient than she was.

He laid her on his lap, facing down, what is he doing?

Mills pulled her legs up and sat next to Beast, undoing her pants in an instant, pulling them down just above her knees.

She wore the perfect black panties, the perfect match to her bra, she figured she could model the outfit to her men later that evening, but things didn’t go as planned.

“My God you’re beautiful,” Mills said caressing her her back and waist, grazing her ass.

“But you’ve been bad,” Beast finished and spanked her hard.

She yelled, imeediately putting her hands on her mouth, remembering to keep it down.

The sound of the spank she just received, and the burning pain that followed turned her on even harder.

“I told you, you’re going to pay,” Beast whispered, and the next second spanked her again.

The sound of it got lost amidst the noises of the movie, where an action scene was taking place.

She could no longer see the other people at the theater, and hoped to God that they couldn’t see her either.

Not that it mattered. Even if they did, she couldn’t just stop, and she knew her men couldn’t either. They were risking everything here.

“Jena, you naughty girl,” Mills said, “look at how wet you are.”

She bit her lip, she was soaked in her juices, dripping down on Mills’ lap. How could she be turned on like this so soon?

Mills words were like a trigger, opening the gates of her lust wide open.

Mills scratched her thighs, the feeling of Beast’s cock on her breasts was beginning to take a toll on her sanity.

“More…” she whispered, and felt both of her men get harder.

“Beast spanked her again, and this time the sound of it overcame every other noise in the theater. The flashing pain made her yell, but she pressed her mouth against Beast’s thigh, biting him hard, trying to hold back.

Her dark haired man pulled her up, Mills moved aside. She was drunk with lust, wanting them more than ever. It was like her men could read her mind. They knew things about her she herself didn’t even know.

She kissed Beast hard and deep, his tongue wrestled hers furiously, then pulled back, a string of saliva dangled from their lips, and turned to kiss Mills.

Beast pulled her other leg up and took her pants off, then each of them placed her feet on the back of the front seat, she spread open really wide this time.

Her juices flooded her panties, she was able to feel every drop of her desire sliding down her center to her ass.

Beast and Mills, together, caressed her legs, and she had a sudden moment of clarity: her mound faced the big screen, its reflected light shining all over her naked body, beside her, two men touched her, their hot, rugged hands anxious to please her, the heart of their manhood ready to make her theirs.

Her hands rushed to touch them, to hold their shafts in her palms, and the moment she did both of them moaned loudly. They couldn’t hold back, either. She smiled. Their cocks were sticky with pre-cum, every jerking motion she could feel her hands getting wetter and wetter.

Beast grazed her center with the side of his palm, slightly opening her slit, then Mills joined him, both of them masturbating her slowly, letting her feel them.

The electric feeling of an orgasm began to build up inside of her. She had been able to hold it back, to stay on top of the situation, but now she knew it wouldn’t take long before she was done.

And she wouldn’t let them win.

She jerked them harder now, and before she could understand what she was doing, she licked her own palms, tasting her men, both of them so different from each other, but so incredibly alike.

“No,” Mills roared, and pulled her to him, laying down on the row of seats and pulling her on top of him.

His hard cock pressed against her belly, his balls grazed her center. Beast stood behind her, pulling her hair.

“Say you want this,” he ordered.

Jena nodded, biting her lip.

The next moment Mills cock grazed her entrance, her juices drenching his cock in an instant.

Beast leaned forward, whispering in her ear.

“Say you want it.”

“Yes!” She said, “fuck me!”

“Say it again,” he commanded.

“Fuck me, please.”

Mills entered her, his cock sliding easily in her sheath, sending brief flashes of pain that turned into bolts of delight. It was so much more than she could handle.

He was deep inside, touching the deepest recesses of her body, going in and out, in and out, his length and girth filling her completely. She closed her eyes, lost in ecstasy.

Beast grabbed her hands, wrapping them behind her back, pulling her hair back as if she was their prisoner.

She’d never done it like this. Never thought she would love it this much. Being in their power, helpless, but at the same time, knowing they did this because they knew she would like it. Because they knew she would love it.

Beast positioned himself over her, his strong arms by her sides, she knew what was coming. It was his turn to take her.

His turn?

As if she was their sex toy. Or maybe they were hers.

Maybe a little bit of both.

She held Beast’s neck with her right hand and kissed him, her skin pressed against their hard, hot muscles.

Mills caressed her legs, then pulled her to him.

“Take me, Beast,” she said, pulling away from their kiss, “take me.”

Beast thickness pressed against her entrance, now soaked in her juices. She was completely naked in a dark movie theater, it would be easy for anyone to catch them, but it didn’t matter, she loved the feeling of danger this gave her.

And she didn’t care about anything but them. Pleasing them, being pleased by their touch. It was a match made in Heaven.

Beast’s rod slid into her, oh God, he’s too big. She bit Mill’s chest, to bear the pain. But the deeper her other man went, the more she wanted him, the more she needed him.

He was half way inside when both of their cockheads pressed against each other, separated only by a thin layer of muscle, sending wave upon wave of orgasmic pleasure through her body.

She screamed, not remembering to keep quiet.

Beast stopped, “did I hurt you?”

She turned back, her face full of intensity.

“Fuck me, you animal!”

He did, both of them did. They embedded themselves deep inside her body, their hard muscles pressed against her skin, she’d never felt so close to anyone before.

Her hand rushed to feel the Beast’s back; every ridge on that man’s body was hers, just like Mills. They were sex gods and she was their loyal servant.

Just a few days ago, thinking of doing this would have been met with denial, of course I would have said no to the idea, now she wondered how was it possible to have lived for so long without it.

Without them.

She was an addict now. She couldn’t live without these men, surrender herself to them, to be taken by them.

The dam was about to break, she couldn’t hold it any longer. She held Mills by the neck and her whole body went hard, the two men inside of her suddenly felt even harder and thicker than they were a second ago.

An electric ecstasy coursed from her center out, making her body quiver in delight, she couldn’t help it, she yelled again.

It was delicious agony, her men joining her, all of them exploding at the same time, filling her with the warmth of their seed until she couldn’t hold it in.

It was a loud, unapologetic moan, joined by the roar of orgasmic ecstasy by Beast and Mills. Now, only the violent sounds of a wild ocean filled the theater.

There was a storm going on in the movie. It was loud, but not nearly loud enough to muffle their cries.

She kissed Mills quickly, embarrassment suddenly flooding her. I’m naked!

The expanding and contracting torso of her men felt like a soft caress against her, all of them still laid flat on the row of seats.

Jena started giggling. She couldn’t help it, everything happened so quickly, and it had been so crazy that she didn’t know how else to react.

“You’re insane,” she told her men, trying to muffle her laughter, “oh my God, you’re totally insane.”

They began laughing, too, realizing what they had just done. Beast sat softly up, his manhood still in her, sliding out, hot as ever.

Mills did the same, she could have them inside of her forever.

“I need clothes!” She whispered. Beast covered his laughter and nodded, Mills passed her a couple of bags full of all the clothes she bought a few hours ago.

She put a blouse on, her bra laying on top of the back of the seat next to them. They’d been so completely, unabashedly obvious about this that she didn’t want to even look at the old couple a dozen or so rows down below them.

Her two men stared at her, then at the screen, feigning innocence, the smiles on their faces more than enough to let anyone know what they just did. Jena put on her sexy underwear, which was, by the way, still wet and felt herself blush.

When she sat up, everything looked normal. No one had seen them.

The old lady turned her head around and locked eyes with her. It wasn’t a judgmental look, it was worse: she smiled and winked at her, she knew what happened.

Jena felt her skin crawl. She pressed her lips and tapped on her men hands.

“Guys, do you want to leave?”

“What, why? The movie’s just getting better.”

“I think those people know what we were doing.”

“So?”

“So? I don’t know, I’m embarrassed!”

“You shouldn’t be,” said Beast, “what we just did was fucking incredible.”

She smiled her awkward smile.

“Okay, dear,” he said, looking at Mills, who nodded and stood first.

“Let’s go.”

“Thank you.”

They sneaked out of the theater, Jena always looking at the floor, she couldn’t bring herself to look up and probably meet that woman’s eyes again, it would be too much.

When they passed by them the woman cleared her throat and her eyes turned to her for a brief moment. She raised her eyebrows, as if proud at Jena, then winked at her again and turned to the screen.

That was it, Jena felt like dying.

They got back to the main hall. All kinds of emotions rushed through her veins, the post-orgasm relaxation invaded her, then she felt something she knew she shouldn’t be feeling. It was the worst mistake she could make, a mistake so dangerous it might break her completely.

Love.

Her heart thudded in her chest as her men grabbed her hands and walked out of the building. All she could think about was how great it all felt. How new. This was something she’d never, ever, experienced before.

I can’t fall in love. Not with two men. It would never work out, and in the end she would end up getting hurt, just like always.

She had to do something.

I won’t allow it.

No, she wouldn’t. This wasn’t love. Couldn’t be.

The sun was setting, its last rays of light painting the horizon in bright orange, contrasting with the dark clouds above.

A soft drizzle began to pour.

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

This was going to be just a quick shopping trip, just that.

A cold breeze hit her face. It was supposed to be uncomfortable, bad weather.

But seeing the smiles on her men’s faces turned everything around. They held hands for a while, out in the street, going back to their car.

She was lost. She didn’t want to, but she fucked up.

You fucked everything up, Jena.

A lump gathered at her throat, she couldn’t talk or her voice would break. Tears welled on her eyes.

Jena took a deep breath and kept on walking. The boys carried her bags, unaware of what was happening.

You really fucked it up this time.

There was no denying it. She loved them.