She was tough, but notthattough.
She gave out a broken cry as Dutton pushed into her, pretending he hurt her with his size, pretending she didn’t love the way his cock stretched her and filled her completely. He took his time with it, more than was necessary really, until at last he was buried root deep inside her, hard and hot and throbbing.
Fairchild cinched her muscles around his shaft, a little squeeze of affection the audience couldn’t see. Dutton pulsed in response. Then he smacked her bottom hard with his hand and started to thrust, taking her hard and deep.
“Fuck!” the normally soft-spoken Merc snarled behind her. “Her ass is so fucking tight, my dick can barely breathe!”
Meanwhile, Nash moved around in front of her, walking on his knees. His jeans were pushed down his thighs, and his cock was jutting, long and thick.
“I want another go at that mouth,” he said.
He took it, sliding his hardened shaft between her wet and gasping lips, then deeper than that, and deeper still, until his tip was down her throat. Wet, shameful sounds issued from within her.
“That’s it,” Nash said, clutching her hair. “Take that dick like a good girl.”
Fairchild’s skin prickled with heat. She couldn’t remember when she had ever felt so turned on—and considering the events of the past few weeks, that was saying something. Her men were sharing her now, fucking her from both ends, and they were doing it in front of a live audience. It felt so good, Fairchild almost forgot the reason she was doing it in the first place.
Slayn.
Was the bastard watching, she wondered. Was he enjoying the show? As much as it sickened her, she hoped that he was. That was how she would get him to drop his guard. That was how she would kill him.
But right now, there was no way for her to check. She couldn’t look at the box where Slayn was sitting, not while Nash’s body was right in her face, so she did the only thing she could do in that moment and gave herself completely to the Mercs’ rough sharing.
“My turn,” a voice growled. “Move over…”
Reece shouldered Nash aside, and the younger Merc’s cock slid from Fairchild’s mouth, stretching wet strands of saliva as it departed. Reece was every bit as hard and ready as his comrade, but he didn’t fill her mouth as she was expecting. Instead, he gave her a shove, and Dutton simultaneously rolled to one side, keeping her impaled on his hard shaft. The result was that Fairchild ended up reclining with her legs open wide and her pussy exposed to the crowd. She was so ready to feel Reece down there, she almost forgot to stay in character and fight him off.
She snapped her legs shut, but Reece forced them open again. She pushed against his chest, begging him to stop, but he ignored her pleas and mounted her with a snarl.
He entered her in one brutal thrust.
Fairchild forced herself to scream, “No!” She even managed to make it sound convincing.
The two men started fucking her then, Reece in front and Dutton behind, their cocks sliding in and out of her body in a perfect, alternating rhythm. The double pressure massaged her insides in ways a single cock could never do.
It didn’t take her long to start coming, and as she did, her eyes brushed across the box where Slayn was sitting and watching. His opera glasses were pressed to his face. He was grinning from ear to ear.
Fairchild suppressed a shiver of disgust. It made her feel so violated to be watched by that man, but she forced herself to endure it.
All the more reason to kill him when the time came.
As the first wave of her orgasm passed, Nash reappeared beside her, giving her an excuse to turn her face away from Slayn’s lecherous stare. Maybe the young Merc was being possessive of her again, or maybe he had simply sensed her unease. Either way, Fairchild put up no resistance as Nash grabbed her hair and shoved his cock inside her mouth again. The salty flavor of his precum spread across her tongue, and the odor of his skin filled her senses.
All three of them were inside her now, hard and thrusting. Her body was no longer her own. It belonged to the Mercs now, ashared possession for them to use however they saw fit. The trust required was immense—a trust that only warriors truly know.
A Merc was not supposed to surrender, but Fairchild surrendered now. She let her teammates have their way with her.
She let them have it all.
Dutton was the first to finish, and he did so with a roar, his climax gushing into her in warm, thick spurts that made her moan with pleasure. Nash followed a moment later, releasing his first few pulses into her mouth before pulling out and shooting the rest of it across her face. The crowd roared with applause.
But the show wasn’t over. Not yet. Reece still hadn’t finished.
Fairchild would have felt it if he had.
Beneath her, Dutton carefully withdrew his cock from her ass, and the better part of his load came flowing out after him, forming a sticky puddle on the stage between Fairchild’s legs. He stood and started pulling up his pants. Nash had already finished doing the same. They swiveled their heads, as if looking down the two ends of the fictitious alleyway.
“Better get a move on, boss,” Nash said. “Shouldn’t hang around here too long.”
