Page 16 of Bad Men

“Jerk him off,” I growled against her swollen lips.

She didn’t ask what I meant, or who. Her body was lifting even as she returned my feverish kisses to dislodge Dav’s cock from beneath her. I broke our connection and watched as she took him in hand. The appendage appeared enormous between her small fingers. It rested against her glistening mound, thick, the head purple and slick. The whole shaft was soaked in saliva and female juices. She used the lubrication to pump her wrist, letting the length glide against her palm. There was wonder and amazement in her expression as she did it.

“I used to try and imagine what your cocks would look like,” she breathed. “I never thought I would finally get to touch them.” Her gaze lifted to mine, her eyes hungry. “Or taste.” My cock gave a twitch at the purr in her voice, the not so subtle slip of her tongue over her lips. It must have been obvious because her gaze drifted down to him still hanging from the V of my open pants and grinned. “He tastes delicious.”

I bared my teeth and straightened. “What were you told about talking!”

Her response was a sexy little grin that made my toes curl in my boots. She continued to watch me while she jerked Dav’s dick. She never stopped looking when she opened her mouth again.

“Is it wrong that I’m turned on again? Feel her.”

This girl was going to be the death of both of us. I knew it. Dav knew it, too. I could tell when his gaze met mine from over her shoulder. Yet, that didn’t stop either of us from switching spots. I regained my seat and watched while Dav got his first feel of her slippery mound. When he groaned and pulled her closer with an arm hooked around her middle, I knew exactly how he felt. Her pussy was addictive. It was like heroin, one taste, one touch and you were hooked.

I was hooked.

Dav was about to join me in my new hell.

“The things I want to do to her,” Dav panted, sweeping her lips apart to expose her swollen clit. “You’re going to beg me to stop.”

Her answer was a low moan with the first flick of his finger over her pink bundle. The motion of her fist quickened and Dav repeated the gesture. It took no time at all for them to find their pace as if they’d done this a million times. When he worked two fingers inside her, Mia gasped his name.

Dav snickered into her ear. “I’ve never met a virgin with such a smooth pussy before. It’s almost like you were expecting this.”

Mia shook her head. “I like the way she feels when she’s shaved. It feels so nice when I play with her.”

Dav and I both sucked in a breath, although, I don’t know why I was surprised. I’d seen her smooth folds that morning on the stairs. I’d been watching her walk away, watched her get to the top and stop. When she’d lowered herself down on it, I was under the impression that she was going to eavesdrop, and originally, she had. I was not expecting the sight of her splayed open and leaking. It had taken all my willpower not to bulldoze past Luis and clean the thick mess between her thighs. I was surprised Dav hadn’t noticed. Maybe he’d been more preoccupied with dealing with her father.

“You’re killing me,” Dav groaned, and I realized I’d missed the rest of her tormenting words.

Part of me was thankful. We didn’t have time for a repeat performance. I tucked my dick away just as a reminder.

The slap of Dav’s palm against her mound tangled with the sob that left her every time his flesh cracked against hers. Even from my adjacent seat, I could see the pink blossom spreading over her lips. Dav had never been gentle. I would have intervened if I thought Mia was in actual distress, but she was meeting every slap with an eager thrust of her hips. Her breasts bounced with the effort and Dav caught one while he fingered her. The nipple was plucked and twisted … hard.

“Come on, baby,” Dav hissed. “Come for me.”

Mia did with a guttural wail. Her sweet smell of release plumed into the cabin, filling my senses. It was only my perverse desire to have her walk home wet, sticky and dripping that kept me from going down on her again and licking her clean. Instead, I contained myself with just watching her ride her high. I enjoyed the flush that worked up her body after an orgasm, the way her body continued to quiver. She was perfect in all the ways I liked my women. She had done everything we asked without question, without hesitation. She had obeyed willingly and with equal passion. But most importantly, she had given us both equal attention. She had opened herself to each of us with the same alertness, a rare thing for us.

There was a reason I saved my talents for last, if at all. A g-spot orgasm left women lax and exhausted, too tired for another round straight after and we had too much energy between us for a short performance. That moment on the train with Mia was probably the quickest quickie we’d ever had, and I didn’t need to glance at my watch to know we’d been on that ride for nearly forty minutes. But Mia had shattered for me with beautiful splendor and hadn’t hesitated in wanting another round with Dav. I would have fallen in love with her right then if I was capable of such a thing.

“I think my stop is coming up,” she murmured, still sprawled in Dav’s arms, belly covered in white streaks from the cock nestled against her puffy mound. The sight was hot as fuck. I knew it would be my fantasy image for the rest of my life.

Dav slipped his arms around her waist and nuzzling his face into the soft skin between her neck and shoulder. One hand drifted down to cup her lips and Mia gave a shiver. Her hand dropped over his, not to stop him, but to keep him there. She peered at me while Dav nibbled on the pulse at her neck and toyed with her clit, and nothing could have made me harder, but our time had come to an end.

But Mia already knew. She gave Dav’s hand a gentle squeeze before pushing gingerly off his lap. His hands were there, helping her until she was steady, and she had her dress in hand. She slipped it on and did up the buttons. No one mentioned the cum drying on her skin, nor did she wipe it away. It made me want to cover her in the stuff before sending her home. I wanted to pound both her holes full and make her go to the store with no panties on. The vile and disturbing things I wanted to do to her kept coming, kept pouring in, in waves until the only thing keeping me from following through was my hold on the armrests.

"Will you share me with others?” she asked unexpectedly, regaining her original spot.

The answer was a definite and irrefutable no. The very idea made me want to punch the bastard in the mouth. She was mine now. God help the fucker who tried to get in the way of that, and God help her for her poor judgment.

“Would you refuse?” I asked instead. “You gave yourself to us. You’re our property to do with as we see fit.”

Lines appeared between her brows that matched the downward tilt of her mouth. “I never said I was your property, and yes, I would refuse. I’m not a prostitute. I’ll be yours, but no one else’s.”

The train rolled to a stop at her station. We rose together and made our way to the open doors. Dav and Mia passed through, but I paused, attention captured by a flicker of movement. Without a word, I shifted a few rows forward and stopped at the hooded figure slouched low in his seat, head bent over his phone. I didn’t need to see the screen to know it was on video. The lights glinting off the screen had been the thing that caught my attention, alerting me to the fourth person in the cabin. I wasn’t sure when he’d boarded or how long he’d been there, but I knew what he’d been up to.

I snatched the phone from him before he could hit share.

“Hey!” He whirled in his seat and I was annoyed to see it was a fucking kid, no more than eighteen at the most. “That’s my phone!”

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