OW COLORED LIGHTS and pumping music gave the cabin the feel of an exclusive club. Which it was for those few hours. A club for top-grade hitmen. Four hitmen, fresh from a kill. And one moll. Since she’d put up the start of the plan and helped them to carry it out, she might be considered an initiate. Even a junior or an apprentice maybe. All of them, all five thought about it. Nobody raised it, though.
After the attendant put out a tray of bottles and some very appetizing snacks, which nobody seemed to be very interested in, Declan asked slyly, “Do you think she’s got a CCTV on us?”
“Does that get you excited, thinking about her watching?”
“Me? Not all that much. I was just wondering how our lady of the low-light and dark grasping might feel about it.”
“Well, my lovely,” Liam turned to Courtenay. “How do you feel about the pretty crew member spying on us?”
Courtenay shrugged, but there was maybe a little hint of a squirm in the shrug. She seemed to be okay about it, though, and that was all that anyone really seemed bothered about. There were more important things, more pressing things to be raised.
The temperature for one thing. Some clothing, very likely. Four cocks. But they were elevating already.
Music pumped. They danced. Courtenay leaned against Declan’s hard pelvis and back into his huge chest. Her hips swayed and rolled and she scraped her ass against him. She swished it across his ridge, then rolled it slow. Pressing. Deep.
Liam stood in front of her. He danced, holding her right hand with his left and his right on the top of her thigh. The three bodies swayed together. They flowed over the rhythm and through it.
Liam moved in to hold her close. Declan whispered, “I love you,” low in her ear as Liam tenderly kissed her mouth. Liam’s tongue and his breath in her mouth stirred her and made her cling to him. Her fingers raked though his hair.
She reached behind her to stroke Declan’s neck. Ran her hand down his shirt. Her nails and her fingertips tripped down the silky cotton. And then she found the rod that stiffened in his pants. It pulsed when her fingers touched him.
Liam went back to fetch snacks and more drinks.
Over his shoulder he said, “Horst, Gunner?” Liam addressed the seated Germans, “The lovely lady is short of a dance partner.” She let out a soft moan as her stomach rolled. Declan pushed back with his hips when her firm cheeks ground into him. His nostrils flared and his teeth bared at the rush of scent.
They both became even more animated when Liam told the Germans mischievously, “It might take both of you fellers.”
Horst and Gunner didn’t need telling twice. From their seats either side of the wide aisle, they both stepped up to embrace her. They stood, close together in front of her. Her eyes sparkled up from one to the other as their bodies pressed in on her.
Gunner fluttered kisses down her neck and on the other side, Horst nibbled her ear. One leg of each of them pressed and glided against the inner sides of her thighs. The two Germans and Declan surrounded and enfolded her. Encircled her and held her wrapped in muscle, in male flesh. The four bodies drifted on the tide of the music, and she was washed and rolled along in between them.
Declan held her ass and was gently shoving her forward. Horst’s hard chest and his swelling cock pushed against her skirt and her hot mound. Her breath fluttered and caught. He spoke low into her ear. “Courtenay,” he said, “I’ll never forget your gorgeous tongue as it slipped along the bottom of my cock.”
She gasped. His hand moved up her thigh.
Gunner’s lips fluttered on her neck and he whispered, “Your pussy tastes fabulous. I wish I’d had time to take you all the way to the edge.” A shudder started in her calves and sparked up the whole of her body. He said, “I would so love to feel you go over that edge.”
Her voice cracked. “Liam, Declan? These men are trying to get me to fuck them.”
Liam was by her side. His hand slid down her stomach. “What do you want us to do about it?”
“Help.” Her eyes pleaded as she whimpered.
“Who?” he growled through an evil grin. He gripped the front of her skirt.
“Them?” She moaned. “Me?” then, “All of us.”
Liam ripped her skirt. “Like that?” Her bare skin scratched against the fabric that covered Horst and Gunner’s thighs.
Her voice was wet and thick like she almost cried. “Yes. A lot.” He yanked at the front of her top. “Oh. Yes.”
Declan’s voice buzzed hot in her ear. “Did you ever join the mile-high club yet?” Her head shook.
“Looks like you’ll get a jumping start for your membership, then.” Liam said.
“You’ve got a chance at four entries at once.” Declan half growled, half purred. “Could be a sudden breaking into to the four-mile high club.”
“Start at the top,” Declan’s hand slid down her throat and into the front of her bra. He pulled out her breast. He kneaded it. Relished its weight. He gently pumped towards her swelling, reddening nipple. At each and every squeeze, she twitched. Shivered. Or jumped. She gazed helpless into Horst and Gunner’s hard, gleaming eyes.
“I’ll work up from the bottom,” she shuddered and shook as Liam’s hand ran up the back of her thigh. Her tongue flicked out around her lips. Her head lolled. His hand slid around to the soft inside and of her thigh. Then, firmly, up. Up to take hold of her ass cheek.
Her hands roamed all the way around her. Her voice was hoarse, “I’m surrounded by hard cocks.”
She touched them all. Felt the heft and the heat of them. One by one.
Gunner’s stuck forward, thick and firm. Horst’s was straight up. Hard, with a backward curve. And it twitched when she touched it. Behind her, Declan was long, fat and eager. Liam was huge, hot and solid as ever.
“Cocks everywhere,” she said, “But not a cock to suck.” Moaning, “They’re all in your pants, guys.”
She looked around her at the hard gaze of the four hungry pairs of eyes.
“What the fuck?” Her chin trembled. “Get your pants off. Before I start to weep.”
Liam, it would be Liam said, “How about you start weeping, and we get our pants off?”
“Oh,” Gunner’s nose twitched, “if you mean what I think you mean, Courtenay is already weeping.”
“Mm,” Declan rasped, “Yeah, if that’s the kind of weeping you mean, she’s crying us a river.”
Horst licked his lips, “A river of nectar.”
“Our own brimming cup of honey.” Liam squeezed her ass hard and his strong fingers curled around in between her cheeks.
Declan expertly massaged her tit. Her nipple heated and hardened. As it throbbed red and extended, Horst bent to suck on it. Gunner slid purposefully down the front of her. He made his way slowly with his mouth, over her fluttering stomach and down. Onto her mound and down. In to suck and lick at her hot, reddening folds and her seeping lips.
Her panties were so drenched they were pressed tight against her skin. He could see every hair. Every fold.
Her hand had slid into Gunner’s pants. Apparently all on its own. She slid her fingers up and down the ridged curve of his massive cock.
Declan touched her chin to pull her head around. As he took the beginning of a long, slow kiss, his fingers slipped down into the front of her panties.
Gunner’s tongue flicked at her clit and over her folds on the outside of her soaking underwear. Declan’s fingers spread her wings wide and pressed them flat, open for Gunner to taste. Her knees trembled and shook and currents trickled up and down her thighs. Her ass clenched.
Liam’s hand tenderly pried the cheeks of her ass apart. His thumb caressed her star and stroked teasingly up the cleavage in her ass.
Horst’s cock pounded hot in her hand and swelled, hard and urgent. A groan ran through her as she rubbed the ridged length of it.
Gunner slid his tongue inside her panties and the contact with his skin shook her. Involuntarily her free hand snatched back to grip on Declan’s cock. He pressed harder into her and ran his fingers along the wet lips of her pussy. He pushed them, tugged them, flattened them and opened them wider. He made it easier for Gunner’s tongue to invade.
“All right,” Declan growled, “You hear the woman. Get your pants off.”
He took her by the shoulders and span her around. Looked deep into her eyes as he held her, “And you,” his eyes burned her and he took a long, deep kiss. “Peel off what’s left of those clothes.”