“I won’t let you near that asshole again,” Alfie suddenly growls. “We’ll wait for our other chapter to get here and handle it before the meet. Then we’ll clear out your apartment and you’re moving in with us.”
Greta reaches out. “It’s okay, Alfie. I’m an agent, remember? I am trained to handle these kinds of situations. The breakdown I had might have given you the impression I’m weak, and maybe I was in that moment when I was caught off guard by a partner who should have had my back instead of dragging me to the other side of the law and throwing away everything we as agents stand for. I am strong when I’m not blindsided and need to function and do what I was trained to do.”
“You didn’t have a breakdown, sweetie,” I tell her. “You simply switched from being an agent to being a woman who needed to be comforted by her two men to get through the shit life threw at you. We all have our moments where we need others to lean on. Heck, you’re the one who managed to drag Alfie out of his wallowing cloud of self-pity he was in after he was shot. See? Even the mighty stumble every once in a while.”
“I didn’t fucking stumble, I took three damn bullets,” Alfie grumbles.
“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, sugar.” I roll my eyes and notice the smile and warm look sliding over Greta’s face.
“Keep rattling that mouth and I’ll shove something in there to shut you up,” Alfie says and my dick goes from flaccid to rock-hard.
“You know damn well I’d still be able to hum with a mouth full of cock,” I huskily reply.
Greta’s full-blown laughter fills the air and with a load of affection she states, “You two are so freaking adorable.”
Alfie drags her to her feet. “You’re not too bad yourself, baby,” he mutters and takes her lips in a scorching kiss.
Seeing them together flames up desire inside my veins. There’s no room for jealousy in a relationship where sharing is a main necessity. You know what you want for yourself and it’s this part you offer the other person. In our case we receive double the load right back and it only makes my heart swell even more.
CHAPTER SEVEN
– ALFIE –
“Joaquin, lock the door,” I order and take a seat in the chair while I keep Greta caged between my legs and the table.
I unbuckle my belt and slide the zipper down to free my cock. Palming myself I tighten my grip to give some relief. Damn, this woman has me on edge.
“Off with the pants, Greta. You’re going to straddle me and take my cock. I’m dying to know how well your pussy is going to feel hot and tight around me. Then I’ll ask Joaquin to join me. It’s up to you to decide where you want to feel him. Are you ready, baby?”
Her dilated eyes are spilling lust and desire and I can taste it in the air crackling around us. I push myself, and the chair, back to create some room between us and the table. Greta’s jeans hit the floor along with her panties. She’s already straddling me. Joaquin appears behind her and I notice his hand sliding through her folds.
“Wet and ready.” Joaquin groans and adds, “What do you want, sweetie? His piercing hitting a spot deep inside you?” He glances around her and finds my gaze, palming my cock the next instant and lining it up at her entrance. “I don’t think we’re going to leave it up to her. Let her wrap her tight pussy around you and I’ll put my mouth to work and see how she flowers open.”
I hiss from the heat of her tightness sucking my cock down until she’s impaled and I’m balls deep inside a place where the sun doesn’t shine but the warmth is radiated in the same fucking brightness.
And as if that’s not enough, I feel Joaquin’s experienced mouth latching onto my balls. My eyes cross and I’m seconds away from detonation. If this is all that heaven will allow in this fucked-up world…there’s no other place I’d rather live than in this moment where the three of us surround ourselves with pleasure.
I grab her ass and as I let her slide up and down my cock, I make sure to spread her ass cheeks, allowing Joaquin to play with her tight ring. When she lets herself drop and buries her face into my neck while she moans, I know for a fact she’s treated to a finger sliding into her ass. I can feel him stroking me as I lift my hips from the chair. Damn.
So.
Fucking.
Good.
“You’re drenched, Greta,” Joaquin croaks.
The sound of a zipper cracks through the air and I let go of her ass cheeks, knowing Joaquin will take over. Right now, I don’t want her head buried in my neck; she needs to be right in the center and pulled in every direction to throw her off focus enough to make her shatter into bliss.
I sink my fingers into her hair and pull her head back to capture her lips with mine. She gasps when I feel Joaquin’s cock touch mine as he slides up and down her flesh in an effort to coat himself with her cream.
She’s pushing back, searching for him and thank fuck an experienced, unrestricted woman is the one who belongs to the two of us, allowing our instant connection to merge our bodies to their full extent.
I swallow her moan when Joaquin gently starts to nudge his cock against her pussy while he keeps pumping his finger in and out of her ass. One out, two in, preparing her to take his cock. Oh, fuck. Maybe she’ll take us both into her greedy pussy because I can feel the head of his cock sliding against mine as she pushes back.
“Yes,” she gasps and I grip her hips to keep her in place.
“Slowly, darlin’, let Joaquin do the work,” I tell her and I can feel her clench around me in response.
“Fuck. You guys,” Joaquin groans. “You should see what I’m seeing.” He hums. “Lean forward some more, sweets. Alfie?”
I wrap my arms around her and plaster her against me, sliding somewhat down to give Joaquin some more room to work with. And I can feel how wet she is by the way her juices slide down my balls. Joaquin’s cock disappears but I can feel his hot breath the next instant.
He’s going to lube us up some more and the way my balls are drawing up, I won’t be able to prolong my orgasm for very long. The mere thought of the both of us possessing her is enough to make me spill my cum deep inside her welcoming pussy.
A gush of wind and the heat of the head of his cock gives me the knowledge Joaquin is standing, ready to line up and…
“Oh, God,” Greta whimpers. “Please,” she urges and moves slowly up and down my cock to work another one inside her body.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Joaquin grumbles. “You fucking minx, sucking the head right…fuuuuuck.”
He slides deep because Greta is moving in between us. That right there shows her craving is as heated as ours and letting her lead allows her body to adjust. And hot damn, adjusting it does perfectly. I let my hand slide down to her ass at the same time Joaquin tries to grip her for balance, covering my hand.
Being connected, intimate, united, together. A special kind of adoration doesn’t begin to describe what’s going through me. No matter our pasts, this right here is our future and it’s laced with perfection.
Her pussy strangles my cock. She throws her head back and I watch–enthralled by the way her whole face washes with pleasure–as she comes beautifully at the same time cum rips in hot jets from my cock as I feel Joaquin’s dick jerk inside her ass through the thin membrane. Pleasure thickens the air as we all try to catch our breath.