“I think our prize wants to come for us.”
Eamon growls lowly. “You wanna come for us, baby girl? You want to make this naughty little pussy come for our fingers? Such a fucking dirty, eager little thing, aren’t you? Ready to let two men make you come like a bad girl?”
She cries out, panting faster and faster as her eyes start to squeeze shut.
“You want to come for us, sweetness?”
She whimpers, nodding.
“I didn’t hear you.”
She moans deeply, writhing under our hands as her legs start to shake.
“Yes, sir.”
“Yes, sir, what,” Eamon purrs.
“I—I want to…”
“I think you’d better ask nicely,” I growl, slowing my fingers as she whines for more. “Ask nicely, sweetness. Ask us to make you come.”
“Please!” Phoebe cries out, her face crumpling in pleasure. “Please make me come!”
I’m so fucking close myself that I can feel my cum boiling in my balls, aching to explode out all over her. But I hold back. I don’t stop, and I don’t even slow my hand pumping my cock, but I fight back the need to come. Saving it.
For her.
My fingers plunge into her sticky little cunt, stroking that spot inside over and over as Eamon rolls her clit over and over again, until suddenly, her whole body jolts. A scream of pleasure wrenches from her lips, and as she spasms across the table, I can feel the orgasm shuddering through her. Her tight little pussy clamps down like a velvet vice on my fingers, her honey leaking liberally down my hand as she’s screams and thrashes under us.
Until slowly, her breath becomes ragged, the orgasm finishes rumbling through her. She moans as she sinks against the table, panting.
Oh, but if she thinks she’s going to rest now, she’s got another think coming. Because trust me.
…We’re just getting started with her.
5
Phoebe
I’m so close… so wickedly, forbiddingly close. This shouldn’t be happening, and it goes against everything I’ve ever thought about myself. But there’s something about the two of them—something fierce that ignites a part of me I’ve never known. It’s like those fierce gazes of theirs tears down my defenses, until here I am, legs spread and bent over a table with both their hands on me, teasing me.
…And I’m so fucking close to coming.
I’m trying to hold back and I’m trying to push it away. But the more I try, the more I fail. Their hands on me are like fire, their fingers teasing me unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s like the both of them are reading my damn mind, and know exactly where to touch me, and how, to make me want to explode with pleasure.
It could be the danger involved here. Or that they’re so wrong and forbidden. It could be that there are two of them, and the idea of letting two men touch me like this is so fucking wrong that it makes my knees shake. But whatever it is, I’m so close. And when I hear their zippers tug down, my pulse spikes inside of me, and my body trembles in forbidden anticipation.
I should be running. Or hell, arresting them.
With what, a wet pair of panties?
And it’d be easy to say I’m “letting this happen” because I’m undercover, but I know that’s bullshit. I know I could have left any time after that poker game. Hell, they told me to leave, and yet here I am.
No, this is all on me. This isn’t me not being able to say no to them, it’s me not being able to say no to the dark temptress inside of me that I’ve never known. The one that’s coming out roaring now with their hands on me and their hot, thick cocks pressing against my skin as they drive me wilder and wilder.
“Oh God!”
I cry out as Clay’s fingers plunge inside, stroking in and out of my slick, tight pussy. His big fingers find the perfect spot inside of me, stroking it over and over as he fucks me with his fingers. Eamon’s hand spanks my ass again and again, driving me absolutely wild before his hand slides between my legs too. His fingers roll over my aching clit, and I know I’m going to explode for them.
I’m going to come so hard for these two criminal kingpins, and at this point, I know nothing in this world is going to stop it from happening.
They push harder, demanding the orgasm from me, until suddenly, it comes exploding out of me. I scream, trembling and exploding for them as their fingers between my legs send me shattering over that edge. Their hands stay on me, stroking me, teasing me, making me moan for more before suddenly, they’re pulling me up and spinning me around. I fall on Eamon, kissing him fiercely and moaning into his lips as I feel his rock-hard cock pressing hotly to my tummy. Clay moves next to me, his lips on my neck as his throbbing cock pulses against my hip.