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“Yeah, like that,” I breathe out, my head tipped back into the pillow as her lips wrap around me and lick down the base of my shaft, grazing her teeth against the sensitive skin.
A pair of lips kiss up my throat and across my jaw as I tangle my fingers into Ashley’s red hair and guide her up and down faster.
Lauren is quick to demand attention, her mouth finding mine and her hand rubbing over my chest to free me of the button-up shirt I’m wearing as her tongue slips into my mouth.
I don’t even know where we are—I texted Ashley and she dropped me a pin that led me to some industrial zone, in a building that doesn’t look like it should hold apartments.
But the space is nice, dark with lamps lighting around the room, and a massive bed that fits both me, her and her best friend.
Lauren’s cute, curvy, and her ass barely fits in the dress she’s got on.
It rides up her thighs and begs to be ripped off her.
She wiggles against me, deepening the kiss as I use my other hand to palm her thigh roughly. Ashley’s got the mouth of an angel, and my heart is racing so fast I can feel my head starting to get dizzy as she works her tongue in affectionate circles against the piercing just below my head.
I smile against Lauren’s lips as she frees the last button, sitting back only so she can wiggle out of the tight dress she’s wearing.
I sit up on my elbows so she can push the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms. Her mouth finds skin and she trails a line over my pec to my ribcage as Ashley works her lips faster around my cock.
“Slow down,” I groan as my balls tighten with pressure. I grip her hair harder and pull her to me, her wet lips meeting mine in a sloppy kiss as Lauren replaces her without hesitation. “Shit,” I gasp out against Ashely, who giggles in triumph.
I release her hair and run my hand down her back, catching the zipper on her dress and freeing her perfect tits with a soft bounce as the fabric falls loose. I surge forward, bringing one into my mouth and wrap my arm around her waist to pull her closer to me.
“Sit on my face,” I snap, biting down around a nipple.
She hisses but doesn’t argue, shifting on the bed and yanking up her skirt so she can straddle my head with her thighs. She’s not wearing any underwear, which isn’t surprising, and my tongue parts her perfectly, lapping up the wetness forming there.
I groan as Lauren wastes no time slotting herself over me, my body tenses, pulsing wildly as she adjusts and starts to rock without assistance. I could fucking die here, my face buried in one sweet pussy and my cock buried in another.
I grip Ashley’s ass with my hands, forcing her down and cementing the seal.
I don’t need to breathe, I need to fuck.
Hard. I buck my hips up into Lauren, feeling her lose her balance and brace herself backward on my hips as I continue the pace.
It builds faster than it should, but I’m sober and the need is rampant.
Ashley quivers in my grip as I dig my nails into her curves and keep her in place even as she reaches her climax.
I bite down on her clit, causing her to gasp out and try to lift off but I slam her back, shoving my tongue through her over and over again.
Their moans harmonize and it does something to my cock that I can’t explain.
Ashley comes undone first, her body shaking around my face as she coats me.
“Fuck yeah!” I slap her ass, moving her off me and she moves to my hips as Lauren follows her over the edge.
Her thighs tense and her moans become strangled as I fuck her harder until she’s nothing but a boneless mess.
Ashley opens her mouth, as Lauren slides off between my legs to catch her breath.
The second I start to pump I know it won’t take much, my fingers work quickly and within seconds I’m coating her tongue with my own release.
I lay back against the sheets as she wraps her lips around me, cleaning me thoroughly with a tiny laugh of accomplishment as Lauren crawls up the bed to lay with me.
“She said you could fuck but… every guy says that.” The sentence is broken by a shaky breath.
“I’m offended you’re still talking.” My laugh turns into a groan of exhaustion.
The last week has been nonstop. I feel like I haven’t slept properly since Cress showed up and now my eyes are so fucking heavy, my body finally relaxed.
I press a line of sloppy kisses along Ashley’s chest and throat as she settles down on my other side.
“You clearly didn’t work hard enough if I can still talk,” Lauren’s voice seems far away.
“I just need a nap.” I shake my head, nuzzling it into Ashley’s shoulder.
“Give me a couple minutes,” I say, letting my eyes close.
I fall asleep too easily, my guard down, and I feel my heart rate slow to a strange pace as the room is sucked into darkness.
I couldn’t be happier, slotted between two women, sweaty and fucked. I sleep like a fucking baby.
“Do we wait for him to be conscious?”
“You gave him too much…”
“That’s what it said on the bottle!”
I blink the sleep from my eyes, my muscles feel like someone has injected them with lead.
I go to wipe my face, and my wrist yanks sharply in place…
What the fuck? I try again only to realize that it’s been tied with something.
I pull on the other side, shifting my head and finally getting my eyes open wide enough to panic.
Rope binds both wrists to the rungs of Ashley’s bed frame.
“What the fuck is this?” I snap, looking around in the dim lighting to find where they’re arguing. I kick my leg but they’re tied down too. “If you wanted to tie me up you just had to ask. I’m into that shit…”’ I say into the empty studio apartment.
“Yeah…” Ashley’s voice is off to my left, that much I know. I let my arm go slack as the women wander from the darkness. Lauren’s got a knife in her hand and Ashely a baseball bat. I stare at them.
“That might be a little too kinky, ladies.” I suddenly feel the urge to get myself free.
I wiggle gently at the ties but she’s got the knots done too tight and there’s no way I get out of it simply, or fast enough to avoid whatever they have planned.
“What exactly…” I shake my wrist a little harder, tilting my head back momentarily to survey what it’s tied too and then back to the women. “What did you give me?”
“A shit-ton of crushed Benadryl,” Lauren answers, her voice wavering.
“And why?” All the air in the room feels tight and hot.
“Because you’re an idiot but you’re too strong and we have a job to do, Rafe,” Ashley steps forward. “Just do it,” she barks at Lauren, who flinches at the noise.
“Hey now, hold up,” I panic, raising my voice a little. “What are we doing… please, hey.” I try to catch Ashley’s gaze. “What are we doing?”
“God, you’re so fucking stupid,” Ashley sneers, waving the bat up and I brace for her to hit me but she just puts it in my face. “There’s a bounty on you.”
“A bounty?” I choke out.
“So we’re going to collect it, and then neither of us have to fuck idiots like you anymore. We can move to fucking New Zealand and eat pussy on the beach,” Ashely rants.
“Wait…” I continue to tug on the ropes in my confusion. “You’re a lesbian?”
“Oh my fucking—” she screams and the bat cracks across my chest.
My vision blurs with water as the pain vibrates across my torso like a wave.
Holy shit that should not hurt that bad.
The second my senses return I continue to pull on the ropes, praying that eventually something will snap.
Fuck fuck fuck. I roll my body, the rope digging into my wrist painfully, but I miss the next swing.
Lauren looks terrified, like this wasn’t her decision, but she circles the bed and flexes her hand around the knife. “You don’t have to use that…” I say to her, still flexing, but my muscles are tired from the fucking Benadryl and my strength wavers. Get your blood flowing, you idiot.
“Do we have to send proof?” Lauren asks and Ashley nods quickly, readying for another swing. There’s nowhere for me to go this time and the bat bounces off my rib cage painfully. It’s agonizing. I growl at her.
“Un-fucking-tie me right now,” I snap at her. “You fucking whore.” Usually that word is reserved for Murphy when he’s cheating at Mortal Kombat, but fuck it feels good to call her that and even better to watch the way she flinches when I say it.
“Isn’t that what got you into this? Being a man slut?” She swings again, connecting with my thigh and Lauren slashes, the blade catching my bicep in a stinging line that feels like someone is holding a lighter to my skin. I pant, the pain building alongside the rage.
“Fight fair if you’re going to be a bitch,” I snap, and with one final adrenaline rush, I snap the rung my right wrist is tied to.
The wood cracks loudly and both their faces drain of color simultaneously.
“Yeah, fuck you,” I groan, catching the bat as Ashley swings for my face.
It slaps into my hand, the redness spreading instantly, but I yank it away from her and toss it across the room.
It’s a gamble, but she’s rattled and frankly, stupid.
She darts for the bat and it gives me a split second to get my other hand free. Lauren stumbles backward, the knife stained with a line of blood, and her eyes flicker from me to her girlfriend.
“Do something!” Ashley screams and Lauren lunges, but I roll forward and she flips over the bed to the other side.
The knots around my ankles aren’t tied as well and I get my leg free in time to plant a kick dead in the center of Ashley’s chest as she surges forward.
The bat still catches my thigh and I growl as I work the other knot, eyes on Ashely one moment and Lauren the next. These cunts.
I kick free and scramble from the bed but Lauren jumps, attaching herself to my back, and wraps her arm around my throat.
The knife glimmers next to my eye as I twirl in a circle and take the bat to my stomach.
“Get off,” I holler, pissed off and bleeding.
I flip Lauren forward into the cold cement flooring at Ashley’s feet, but the knife catches my cheek in a deep slash that bleeds instantly.
Ashley jolts into action, swinging the bat, and narrowly catches me in the head but I tuck and ram my shoulder into her stomach, pushing her backward against a wall.
She hits it with an echoing thud, her body going limp for a second.
I don’t get a moment of peace when I hear Lauren scrambling to get off the floor.
I turn on her, storming across the gap and kick her just hard enough to roll her away from the knife.
A scream vibrates through the air and then Ashley is flinging herself in my direction, but I’m faster and the Benadryl is finally wearing off to the point that my senses don’t feel foggy.
I snap my hand out, catching her across the face and bring her close, slamming her on the floor next to Lauren who’s crying in loud, wailing breaths.
Ashley tries to get back up but I wrap my hand into her hair and knock her skull against the floor. She blinks a few times, dazed as I put my knee on Lauren’s chest to keep her from moving.
“You two are going to tell me who the fuck sent out this bounty,” I hiss at them, spitting out a mouthful of blood to the side of Ashley’s head. She looks feral and fucking pissed, but so am I, and I want answers.
“We don’t know!” Lauren cracks almost instantly and Ashley growls at her to shut up. “We don’t!” she repeats.
“Keep fucking talking,” I warn her, digging my knee harder. I don’t want to hurt them, that’s not who I am, but they’re squirming and all they want is the money. They don’t give a shit about me in return.
“It’s an account number, that’s all we have. They sent half the money when Ashley contacted them with her plan.” Lauren coughs out the secrets.
“Drug me, tie me up, kill me?” I turn on Ashley.
“Beat you up, not kill you!” she corrects.
“Yeah, wow. Thank you,” I snap, my tone dripping with sarcasm.
“At least we fucked you first!” She tries to wiggle again and I tighten my grip.
“You’re going to give me that account number and the phone you used to connect with this person.” I lean in close to her face and she parts her lips to tell me to fuck off but I cut her off. “Now,” I warn. “Or I’ll tie you together, call the cops, and tell them you drugged me.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. That’ll go over well,” Ashley snorts.
“Test me,” I push. “It’s that or I kill you.”
Lauren whimpers.
“You wouldn’t,” Ashley challenges.
“You have no fucking idea what I would do. Get me the phone. Now.” I let go of her and for a split second I think she might run or fight, but she rolls over on the floor and crawls toward her purse, pulling out the phone and throwing it at me.
“How do we know you won’t come back?” Lauren asks, scampering away from me when I let her up.
“I don’t have time to kill two idiot sluts.” I palm the phone, pull on my pants and shove it in the pocket as I slip back into my shirt, scowling at the massive wound on my bicep. It’s deeper than I thought it was.
“Do you have a towel?” I ask Ashley, who laughs at me. “God you’re a bitch.”
“They’re in the bathroom, asshole,” she hisses and crawls toward Lauren, cupping her face in her hands. “Are you alright?” she asks. I feel bad. They just wanted out of this place and I don’t blame them. Not even a little bit.
I grab a towel, pressing it to my face first and then wrap it around my arm, tossing them both a warning look before throwing the front door open and leaving. I don’t exhale my pain until it clicks closed, clutching my side all the way back to my car.
My phone vibrates in my other pocket and I almost chuck it across the alley.
Unknown: Trick is, who’s family and who’s the enemy?
Keep your family close.
“So the threats weren’t empty,” I huff, falling into my car and starting the engine.