Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) (27 page)

Both brothers leaned in to watch closely. The tingles that played all over my body made me I shiver. My thick, heavy breath made my breasts heave, and my nipples were sore, rubbing as they swelled and tightened inside my bra.

Tyler stroked my sides, my ribs and then, slowly, my breasts and I quivered from my knees to my chest. I could smell my own heat rising, as well as feeling it welling in my panties. All of my sensitive parts tingled.

He was so near that his heat seared through my dress. His firm, pulsing arousal was swelling, and I felt it against my stomach. His head bowed as he began to unbutton the front of my dress. I flinched, but he froze and looked swiftly up and into my eyes. Brock snorted.

My eyes widened and I gave the tiniest nod. He continued. When he had my dress undone all the way down, hanging open, my arms wanted to fling themselves across my chest and my stomach, to cover myself. To protect myself from the stares of my hungry brothers.

He seemed to sense it, as his damned grin stretched a little tighter. He paused for a moment while I gained control of myself. Gently, tenderly, he lifted my dress from my shoulders and pulled it down my arms and away, with a gesture more like he was removing an old dustsheet from a work of art, long lost from view.

Brock watched me with a searing intensity. Amon shuffled on the carpet. His huge hands flexed as though they could tear the rug to shreds in a single move. His dark brown eyes flickered all over my body.

Tyler stood back to survey the result of my exposure. His eyes travelled up my legs, over my hips, across my quivering stomach and slowly up to my heaving breasts. Slowly then, his gaze slid up the length of my neck, and finally his sapphire eyes gleamed into mine.

A shock like a bolt of electricity shook me. His thumb and finger took a hold of my bottom lip, pulled it out, and he watched me as he squeezed it. He paced a wide circle around me, stalking like a large animal might, his eyes on me the whole time, burning with hunger.

As he prowled around me, I felt his eyes roam, over every part of me. Standing, shaking, in my shoes and underwear, I felt like both a specimen and a treasure. With no idea of what was to come, I felt completely in his control.

Two senses of abandon overcame me. All of my attachments were lost and gone, and I was bare and revealed, free and open to whatever may come. His voice poured warm on his breath, like a dark syrup from behind me and into my ear.

“Move your legs apart a little.” As I did, I heard him pick something up from the table. The briefest swish announced the smarting thwack on my buttock, exactly where he had smacked me in the café. My eyes popped wide and I let out a squeak. He was close behind me. Brock moved nearer.

I felt Tyler’s breath on my neck, his hard chest against my shoulders and his cock pressed against my clenching bottom. I was woozy. It was like that in the café, but this time was so much more powerful. I said, “I hate that, being smacked. But it’s intensely arousing. What’s going on?”

“AHA! Ceris, my fiery Italian beauty, you learn fast. We can progress rapidly.”

“Now I’m afraid.” I was joking, and I wasn’t. I was afraid, but it excited me and I wanted to go on. I trusted him.

“Excellent.” Brock came nearer and stood in front of me, close, watching attentively. He lifted my chin and peered into my eyes.

Tyler spanked me again. I couldn’t see what he was using on me. It was something hard and flat. He smacked me again. The sound, the sharp thwack, was becoming exciting to me. This was like some deep, dark door opening inside me.

As whatever it was slapped repeatedly on my buttocks, an intense pleasure spread like fire within me. I was gasping for breath. The petals of my sex trembled, and I shook from my core.

He tenderly undid my bra and removed it, casting it aside.

His fingers slid around to my stomach, down to my mound, slipped farther, and pressed against my clit through the fabric of my panties. They were hot and soaked now, the lips of my sex quivering with need. I gasped as he pressed and stroked rhythmically between my thighs.

Brock’s nose lifted and his nostrils flared. Keeping my knees from buckling took all of my concentration. Brock moved aside and Tyler came around and knelt in front of me. His kisses fluttered on my soft, shaking stomach. And down. Down. He sighed as his lips tasted the wetness soaking through the crotch of my underwear. He teased with his tongue, and he sucked. My back arched and he looked up, sharply.

“Don’t. Move. Sis.”

His mouth went back onto me, between my legs, working me, playing me. Rivers of sensation sprang through all of my body and, though I kept my position steady, I couldn’t keep from trembling.

When I had let out a long, yearning moan of hopeless rapture, he stood. His blue eyes sparkled with a cold, dark fire as he took my nipples between his strong fingers. First, he teased and pulled them. As the waves of pleasure rippled all the way to my pelvis and my clenching thighs, my nipples hardened. Then he pinched them.

I yelled and bent over. He let go and waited for me to recover. I was breathless, tingling and quaking all over. When I was able to stand, I felt his warmth right in front of me, his ever hotter, ever harder cock straining through his pants to get at me. He took my nipples again. He had little clamps with leather pads inside their jaws, and the sight of them terrified me.

He smiled as he said, “Soon, you won’t need the pads,” and he snapped them onto my nipples. I yelled, and collapsed to the floor. First the pain sliced into me, sharp, blinding, then it faded; there was a moment of bright, searing nothingness, and it settled to a low pulsing ache. As it passed, I found that the shock had been much greater than the pain.

I could bear the pain. Not easily, but I could bear it. It rose and fell in intensity, and a thrill followed behind it. Slowly I stood to resume my position, my knees shaking, my nipples stinging, but with an incredible force of unfamiliar pleasure welling in my pelvis. As I stood, fighting the sensations to get some kind of composure, he leaned to speak so gently into my ear, “Can you bear it?”

It was hard to speak, but I did manage to say, “Yes. I can bear it.” And then I surprised myself by saying, “It’s good.” I bit my lip. The other two brothers sniffed deeply.

Tyler knelt to return his mouth to my aching V. Slowly, softly, he slid my panties down, touching them against my legs all the way to my ankles, so that I felt every centimeter as they fell. The faint touch of my flimsy underwear was such a contrast to the searing pain in my nipples that the two sensations were like a dark symphony in counterpoint.

And then his wet, mobile tongue was inside me, slipping along my lips, trilling at the base of my aching clitoris, and sliding into my opening. My legs shook so violently and my thighs clenched so hard that I thought I might crush his head. And I didn’t fucking care. I came, rolling, trembling waves of orgasm burst and rocked through me.

I grabbed him by his hair and I pulled him as hard into me as I could. I laughed and wept, I sobbed and shouted his name. I must have squirted in his face, because my thighs were running with wetness. Through the spasms I heard him, “Yes, Ceris. YES! Come.
COME FOR ME, NOW!
”

And I did. I twitched, and my buttocks and my thighs clenched so hard I thought that my spine and pelvis would tear apart. I withstood fabulous, seismic spasms bursting through me. I came so hard and yet, somehow, still I stood.

When he stood again, there was no sign of composure on his wet face. I smiled to see his lovely golden hair completely mussed and his eyes so wild. He looked in my eyes and grinned. Then he released the clamps and I fell to a moaning heap on the floor.

His laugh was like a taunt. It was an amplified version of that damned grin.

When I was able, I got to my knees, level with his beautiful hips, level with that magnificent monster pulsing in his pants. As I reached towards him, my lips wet and parting, he said, “AH!” and wagged a finger.

“I have had all the pleasure of you so far.” Tyler said. “I think it’s time to give Brock and Amon a reward. Haven’t they been good?”

The two big, gorgeous brothers with the same lustrous golden-brown hair watched me with the same gorgeous. The triplets. Their golden skin glistened in the low light. The scent was still there.

As the two huge, naked men approached and Tyler shed his clothes, I didn’t know how I was going to tell the great men apart, until I discovered a way. They were all big, in every way. But in one way more strikingly than any other.

Their cocks were incredibly long and thick. Longer and thicker than any I’d ever seen before. The slick, dark head of Amon’s cock rose up and above his navel. Brock’s was longer still, and nearly as fat. Tyler’s length was in between the other two, but his cock was even thicker. Its weight kept it pointed right at me.

Tyler and Amon held me and took turns kissing me. Brock was eager to hold and feel my swollen, heaving breasts. Amon moved behind me and rubbed his massive, hot member between my quivering thighs. It stretched along my lips, rubbed up against my hot clit and poked a few inches out under my fuzzy mound.

I couldn’t imagine how much of that long, hard beast he thought he would be able to shove inside me. He dragged it back until he was able to jam the heavy head of it into my dripping lips. It shoved my opening wide and I had to move my legs apart to give it easier access.

Then he reached for my breasts as the bulb burst into me. My pelvis rocked. I had seen how long he was, but I wasn’t prepared for his width. As he shoved it farther up me, I bent forwards, my hands clasped and my mouth stretched.

Brock took that as a cue, and brought his fat, throbbing cock nearer to my face. He beat it on my cheeks and the weight of it shocked me. He banged it on my big, soft breasts and rubbed it between them.

Amon pushed in and the stretch in my insides was the most intense, good pain I had known. It was ecstatically good pain. But it was a
lot
of it. My eyes rolled and my mouth filled with sweet saliva.

I began to say, “Oh, oooooh, it’s tooo biiiig!” But the dark spicy scent of man filled my head as Brock pushed his thick, hot rod between my lips. Amon stretched me wider than I thought I could go and I wriggled my hips to try to open them further.

Brock’s wide ridges pushed my mouth open as his slick, hard bulb dragged its smoky tang along the length of my tongue and all the way to the back of my throat. I’ve taken a cock in my throat before, but I never felt my neck bulge and stretch like it did around Brock.

My feet lifted in turn as I tried to make a wider opening for Amon. He lifted my leg high, and that helped some. He was still way too long and far too fat for me, though. As he sawed into me, I didn’t know how much of that scrumptious pain I could bear.

To take my mind off it, I concentrated on drawing and suckling on Brock’s fat cock as he slid it between my wide-stretched lips. His shaft began to pulse after a series of long, hard strokes that made him hotter than ever. I knew it would be time for him to come soon.

And it was. Brock growled as his huge cock burst into my throat in a volley of hot blasts. His thick, salty jizz filled my throat and slid around my tongue and my mouth. He pumped and pumped, and as it reached my lips and he pulled out, I gasped and I said, “Mmm, delicious. But it’s too hot!”

Brock held me as Amon pulled out of my sore pussy and came around to pump his cock into my mouth, too. It was easier to get his head and his girth into my mouth, and his taste was distinct but just as wonderful.

His length, though, I couldn’t get my lips more than about two thirds of the way along the hot, pumping rail as it reamed into my throat. I sucked as hard as I could, and in no time rings of beating pulse ridged along his massive cock and he was spurting thick gobs of hot semen into my mouth and throat.

“Mmm,” I wiped my lips and my mouth, and pushed the gorgeous man-juice all in. “Too thick,” I said, but it was delicious and I gulped it all down.

Then Tyler brought his huge marvel of manhood to my waiting lips. As I got my mouth busy around his fat, fabulous shaft, Brock was getting to work behind me, rubbing his thick, stiffening cock against my swollen, wet petals.

As I sucked on Tyler, Brock began to breach my opening. I thought Amon was thick! Brock stretched my lips, my walls and my pain threshold. My poor little puss pumped and drooled over him, and he lifted my leg even higher than Amon had done. My back arched and stretched, my mouth pulled wide and my muscles flexed.

Brock was just too thick. He slid in and out of me, forcing me wider. My wet throat vibrated and pulsed. Wrapped tight around Tyler’s perfect penis, it made him pump harder and he grew hotter. I cried out when Brock stiffened and beat harder, but the sound only became a rumble on Tyler’s cock. Brock was getting ready to deliver me a second helping of his thick cum.

The dark tang of Tyler’s precum told me that his first serving wasn’t far away, and he held me by my hair as he drove his cock into my face in earnest. My tongue stretched along his bottom ridges and relished his perfect taste.

He pounded my mouth and his heat rose, at the same time as Brock began to blast away in my sore, wide stretched pussy.

My hands clenched, my buttocks tightened, and my stomach rolled as Brock practically split me open and came in blasts inside me. Tyler made a throaty growl as his cock pulsed into my throat. The taste, the temperature, and the texture of him was luscious and I swallowed every last drop.

Brock filled me with his sticky bolts of hot, thick cum and my climaxes crested and crashed. My poor pussy ached when he slid out. I had learned to love the pain he caused me, though.

Amon approached me with his massive mast uncoiling, working up to his second showing. I was relieved when he lifted me and laid me on my back on a table and hoisted my ankles over his shoulders.

The other two brothers came up either side by my shoulders so I could stroke and suck their fantastic cocks, to give myself some distraction for what I knew was to come. Amon brought his shaft to the wet center of my sore petals. My back stretched and my legs spread as he bored into me.