Illegal Fantasies (Anthology ~ Behind Closed Doors) (4 page)

He was close, and so damn glad that he came once already, or he would have been done.

“My turn!” demanded Callen, as he switched places with his brother. For now, he longed to drive himself into her body to find some pleasure. They had a big finale planned, and this was just wearing her down. Before this fantasy played out, Elizabeth was going to be begging to never leave his cabin.

“Want more, white woman?” Ethan asked, lying beside her, as Callen pummeled her body unmercifully.

“Yes,” she begged, needing to feel more. The men in her life were giving her the ultimate fantasy. Never in all her wildest dreams, did she think this was possible.

Leaning over, he took her nipple in his mouth and began sucking roughly on it. Her whole body shook.

“Please, let me touch you,” she pleaded.

Ethan
stared into her eyes, before he released her hands. “Since you asked nicely and haven’t fought us, I’ll allow it.”

When her arms went around his neck, she pulled him down to her lips, and he hungrily devoured her.

As hardcore as they were trying to be with this fantasy for her, the second their mouths met, there was nothing but shared bliss. Ethan fell into the kiss as tongues met, mingled, and came together in a steamy kiss. It was how it always was with his Elizabeth.

Oh, she may have been their prisoner, but Ethan knew who the real
captives were. This woman had them both wrapped around her little finger.

Then
again, with a wife like theirs, who would mind?

As they continued to kiss, she moved closer and closer to the edge.

“Oh God,” she whispered, breaking away from his mouth. Suddenly, she fell into the bright spiral of colors. They erupted all around her, pulling her deep into the ecstasy.

Callen rode out the pleasure, enjoying how her body tightened down on his. Yet, he wasn’t done. As much as he wanted to keep burying himself in the warmth, they had a plan.

Dropping his head to the junction of her legs, he took her over-sensitized bud into his mouth and continued the torture.

She begged for the pleasure to end. It was too much. Her body was vibrating from their mouths, dicks, and hands. Never before had she been pushed this far.

Callen ignored her as did Ethan. They would push her over one more time, and then give her a few moments to rest. Then, she was all theirs.

They had spent hours planning this erotic seduction, all the way down to the end. Someone was going to be screaming, and she’d never forget the savages
who ravaged her.

Her hands went right to Callen’s hair, and she yanked on it. It pulled a low growl from deep within his body. Oh, she knew how to play him. A little pain would get her whatever she wanted.

Just not tonight.

For this evening, it was all about making their wife scream.

“Oh God! Oh God!” she practically shouted, as Ethan held her down. Her entire body was quivering. It turned him on to restrain her as they used her body however they wanted.

“Callen!” she shouted, as he tormented her, lapping at the most sensitive part of her body.

He kept going, trying to shove her over the edge. With his free hand, he slipped his fingers into the warmth of her body, finding just the right spot.

As soon as he hit it, her body bowed and she shattered apart for what felt like the millionth time. As she floated down, the men gave her a f
ew minutes to bask in the afterglow. Together, they moved off to the side and began talking.

“She’s going to kill us in the morning,” Callen whispered, even as he grinned wickedly.

“Hell yeah, she is,” Ethan agreed, “but she’ll never forget this night for as long as she lives.”

“Neither will I,” Callen admitted.
How the hell could he? This was one of his hottest wife seduction moments. “Are you ready?”

Ethan wanted to laugh manically
like some wicked little kid in a candy store. He was already picturing the final part of the plan. “Top or bottom?” he offered.

“Oh, you had top last time. It’s all mine.”

They agreed, glancing over to watch her as she lay spent on the mattress. Unfortunately, she didn't know the end wasn’t quite upon her yet.

Elizabeth could barely catch her breath. Her body tingled
as she was strung tighter than a bow. Yet, somehow, she didn't buy that they were finished with her. Neither man fucked her until they came. She suspected that was still in her future, and if they were regrouping to make plans, it was going to be epic.

Listening carefully, she could hear them whispering.
From the warm masculine tones, Elizabeth’s body heated. Oh yeah, they were plotting her sexual demise.

She couldn’t wait.

When they approached, Ethan laid beside her on the mattress.

“We’re not done, white woman,” he hissed in her ear. “We didn't get off again. You’re not free until you make us both cum. Then, we have no use for you.”

She could feel herself being rolled until she was lying on top of Ethan. Already, his erection was pressed against her belly.

“Get on me and ride.”

She didn't hesitate.

As she slid him deep into her body, he moaned, knowing what was coming. Already, it was
playing out in his brain, making his body come to life.

Elizabeth rode him like she was desperate to feel him explode. She knew that he meant what he said. They wouldn’t stop until she got them both off. With her hands braced on his chest, she continued to pleasure the Native beneath her.

When his hands went to her hips, he pulled her down on the exact spot that he knew would push her off the edge once more.

“No, please,” she begged, not sure she could take another orgasm.

“More!” he demanded, until he could feel her body shake around his.

As she continued to ride, Callen approached her from behind. She could feel his erection pressed against the crack of her ass. Elizabeth didn't need to be a mind reader to know that both men had every intention of using her at the same time.

This wouldn’t be the first time she was pressed between her Native men in one big Elizabeth sandwich. This was a special treat for them, and they were staking their claim tonight on their anniversary, just like they did that very first night together.

Anticipation filled her as she fell once more, having a massive orgasm. As she dropped to Ethan’s chest, she prepared for the next part of the fucking.

When Callen leaned over them both, she could feel his fingers spreading her slickery wetness across her other soon to be pillaged entrance.

“Oh God
!” she moaned, not sure if she could handle what was coming. Whenever Callen took this position from behind, the ride was destined to be punishing, until he got them all off. He would be relentless to the point of obsession. Since pain was his thing, there was no doubt that mercy was going to be missing.

Before it was over, Elizabeth knew she would be begging and screaming their names.

Ethan grinned wickedly at her as he remained buried in her body. “Oh yeah, white woman, you’re our prize. Didn't you know that brothers share everything, you included?”

Callen added, “I hope you’re ready to have two Native men fuck you. I’m not going to stop until you scream
and we cum.”

With that, he pressed against her opening, pushing himself into her body. She knew he was being gentle, and despite his and Ethan’s demands, they’d never hurt her.

She was safe.

“Oh fu
ck!” Elizabeth muttered, as she was pressed between them. It took some maneuvering to fit them both into her body. Neither man was small by any means, but together she was doubly stuffed.

“So tight,” muttered Callen, stroking in as far as he could. His own lubrication helped ease the slide.

“Oh God!” she hissed, as Ethan stared up into her eyes.

“You can take us both, baby,” he promised, flicking his fingers over her already swollen nipples. When she moaned in pleasure, Callen drove the last few inches
, burying himself deep in her body.

“Oh hell!” he moaned,
finally exactly where he needed to be for the ride ahead. “I love fucking your ass,” he muttered, as he began moving. The motion was driving her up and down Ethan’s erection, and the other man only had to enjoy the sensation.

Silence befell the rustic cabin. Wh
ile Callen did all the work, Elizabeth was being filled to capacity by both men.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

It was orgasmic.

They didn't do this often, but when they did, the men got off big time.

“Oh yeah, baby,” moaned Ethan from the bottom of the couple sandwich. He could feel Callen’s erection through the thin membrane that separated both her canals. With each thrust, he was shoved headlong into so much pleasure.

“Oh, Callen,” she whispered, as he’d fully opened her up and now was using her to get them all off.

“Mmmmmmm,” he moaned, driving deep into her body. This was probably one of his most favorite positions. He loved when they could sandwich Elizabeth between them and fuck her silly.

Ethan flicked his fingers over her clit and Elizabeth shook between them.

“No, please,” she begged
, as she started slipping into yet another orgasm.

“Take it, white woman,” Callen hissed into her ear, as he stopped moving.
“Take it all!”

“Oh GOD! OH GOD!” she shouted.

Ethan enjoyed the view. From where he lay, his wife was definitely enjoying the pleasure. She might be saying no, but from his vantage point, she was loving it. Elizabeth was chewing on her bottom lip and her eyes were glazed over with nothing less than lust and need.

“That’s our girl,” Callen whispered
, riding her ass hard and fast.

“Do you want more?” Ethan asked, his body so close to the edge.

When she didn't answer, he forced her to look him in the eyes. “Captive, do you want us to fuck you more?”

“Yes! God, yes!”

“Beg!” hissed Callen.

“Please.Fuck.Me.More!” she practically shouted, punctuating ever word.

That’s all they needed. Their woman loved every second of this man sandwich, and Callen was glad.

“Come on, Lyzee,”
Ethan muttered. “Make us cum. Use that fine body of yours to push us over.”

Elizabeth’s
entire body reacted to his words. She could feel herself that much closer as Callen continued his assault. “Oh God!” she shouted again.

Ethan grabbed handfuls of her breasts and squeezed, getting her to focus
on him. “Get me off, white woman. I’m so close, and I want to cum in you. If you want your freedom, you’re going to have to earn it!”

She stared into his eyes, lost in the fantasy.

With Callen pounding into her from behind, and Ethan filling her from below, she couldn’t escape the sensation.

“Come on,” Callen hissed, knowing he was close. If she didn't explode first, he and Ethan were doomed. Already, he could see from his brother’s face that he was on the edge.

Elizabeth fought valiantly to hold off. She wanted to teach her men a lesson, but it was so damn hard. When Callen’s hand found her hair, he pulled sharply to the side. While driving into her, he bit down into her shoulder, sharing some delicious pain with her.

It was all it took.

Elizabeth shattered, tightening down on both men’s erections. It caused Ethan to shout and explode until he poured hotly into her body and womb.

Callen wasn’t far behind, as he slammed into her one last time, his body answering the call of theirs. He saw the colors swim as he ruptured, dumping load after load deep into the recesses of her body.

As he collapsed on top of them, no one moved.

None of them could.

Finally, Callen left a chaste kiss on the back of her neck before sliding out of her body. Rolling her off Ethan, they grabbed a blanket nearby and covered her.

She was spent.

Used and abused.

In the silence of the room, t
hey didn't move. Everyone was three days past exhaustion. Instead, they lay there, watching her slowly slip into the comforting embrace of sleep.

When she didn't react to their gentle kisses, they knew the cold hard fact.

They’d managed to wear her out.

Silently, they offered each other a fist bump before cuddling closer to the woman who owned their hearts.

“I love you, Elizabeth,” Ethan said, protectively wrapping an arm over her body.

Callen followed suit. “I’ll never love anyone but you, my angel,” he whispered, resting his lips beside her ear.

Neither man spoke again.

Instead, they opted to follow their wife into sleep.

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