“Oh, fuck you. You aren’t the only person in this organization, Yak. No one blames you. Whoever is behind this is playing it smart, covering their tracks. You aren’t responsible—”
“They shot at her. At both of you. You were hanging out of the passenger window of a speeding vehicle while people were actively trying to kill you. Don’t tell me I’m not responsible. My job is to protect the Kosher Nostra.” He sucks in a sharp breath. “My job is to protect you and Sophia. If those fuckers had been better shots—”
“Do you love me?” I blurt out. They both snap their heads in my direction, almost as if they didn’t even know I was here. I stifle a laugh because now is definitely not the time. I know Yak takes his job seriously, but he can’t take the safety of the entire Kosher Nostra on his shoulders alone. That’s absurd and incredibly unhealthy.
“Yes,” Monty answers first.
“Of course, we do. Why would you ask that?”
“Because…I want to be in charge. Kind of.” I’m making this up as I go. Then suddenly an image pops into my head and I know I’m on the right track. I stand from the couch, agricultural impact forgotten.
Yak quirks a brow at me. “Is that so?”
“Yes.” I swallow hard, then grab the hem of my dress and pull it over my head. I drop it on the couch, then slip off my panties and bra. Standing before them completely naked, I dig deep for some bravado and strut like a queen past them and into our bedroom.
They enter as I’m dragging the heavy chair toward the bed. Monty leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a smirk on hisface as his dark eyes track my movements. He always makes me feel desired and appreciated. Yak, on the other hand, is like an apex predator. I always feel hunted and it makes me so wet to think of him stalking me like his prey. Devouring me, body and soul, like it’s his due at the top of the food chain.
I enter the walk-in closet and open the drawer with our toys. I find what I’m looking for and reenter our bedroom. “Huzzah,” I murmur when I find them both naked, hard, and dripping precum as their hands stroke up and down their erections.
They stare at me expectantly, and I remember a few moments later that I’m supposed to be in charge. I hold up the chain. “I want to watch the two of you together while I sit there,” I point to the chair, “wearing these.” Their eyes flare at my words and the sight of the nipple clamps. I love it when they play with my nipples, but I want them to focus on each other and not worry about me. “Once you attach them, you aren’t allowed to touch me again. Only each other.” My breasts feel heavy with expectation, my nipples are already hardening in preparation. My slit throbs the longer they stare at me. They share a look, an unspoken communication passing between them, then turn on me at the same time. I squeak but hold myself still.
As if they do this kind of thing every day, Monty and Yak release their own erections and cross arms to encircle each other, then stop in front of me and dip their mouths to my eager nipples. I moan as the wet warmth of their tongues encompasses the tender buds. Yak slips the clamps from my grasp, and I press my palms against the back of their heads to urge them deeper. Flicks of their tongue…rolling my nipples against the roof of their mouth…firm suckles that shoot straight to my neglected clit.
“AHH!” They slide the clamps around my nipples at the same time, securing them in place. My knees nearly buckle from the overwhelming sensations. Pain and pleasure swirl as theylick across the trapped tips of my nipples and then step back to admire their work. I stagger on wobbly legs to the chair, dropping to the cushioned seat. Monty sits in front of me, his proud dick heavy between his legs. Hands around Yak’s thick waist, he pulls him into the vee of his thighs. I shift, draping my legs over the armrests, my drenched slit on full display.
Monty growls, his eyes glued to my opening as it flutters, desperate for something to fill it. I shake my head at him. He turns slightly so I can see what he’s doing. Kissing along Yak’s hairy abs, he licks across his nipples, then back down, dipping lower and lower until the broad head of Yak’s cock disappears between Monty’s full lips. Yak groans as I moan and our eyes meet. Heavy lidded but alive with desire.
I tease my clit with the pads of my fingers, lazily strumming it, the fire inside me blazing to life as they move together. Monty slurping around Yak’s cock. Yak flipping Monty to his stomach and eating his hole like a starving man. On his hands and knees while Yak stretches him with his thick fingers. My muscles coil, waiting for him to take him with a powerful thrust, but Yak surprises Monty and I when he gently encourages Monty to his back in the center of the bed. His tongue dances across every inch of Monty’s skin, trailing up his body until he’s nestled between his thighs. The contrast of their skin color strikes me, the long, lean muscles of Monty’s 6’4” frame wrapped tightly around Yak’s shorter, stockier body.
I slide two fingers inside my pussy when Yak finally enters Monty with a sensual roll of his hips, his firm buttocks flexing distractingly. Monty tips his head back with a low moan as his body accepts Yak. I tug on the chain between the clamps, whimpering, my fingers moving faster, deeper.
Tears fill my eyes at the tender, reverent way Yak holds Monty’s face, stares down at him as if he’s something infinitely precious. He is. They both are. To me.
Despite the almost lazy pace, Monty’s groans grow louder, his pelvis lifting to meet Yak’s thrusts, his fingers scoring down Yak’s broad back, leaving red welts in their wake. I’m so close, rubbing my clit furiously with one hand and pumping three fingers inside my channel as it constricts almost painfully. Something builds behind my clit, a pressure I’ve never experienced before. They look over at me, their features slackening as they watch me. With a snarl, Yak sits upright on his knees, hands digging into Monty’s hips. He lifts the long dark legs over his shoulders, his eyes still on me. I can’t see Monty’s dick, but I can hear it bounce and smack against his stomach.
“God, that’s so hot.” I moan, lifting the chain to my mouth. I tug on it with my teeth, my fingers moving faster and faster. “I’m…I don’t know…” Lightning strikes, and the pressure pops as a wave of immense pleasurable relief drags me under. I fight to release the clamps, my body now oversensitive. My chest heaves as I catch my breath. What was that?
“God fucking dammit!” Yak roars, slamming into Monty with enough force to rattle the bed. Their sensual lovemaking is over. Yak fucks him like I’ve never seen before. Raw. Feral. Visceral. Monty’s back arches and spurts of cum explode from his dick, landing on his abs, chest, and face. Yak scoops some of it up and sucks it off his own fingers with a growl.
His hips piston, Monty holding on to the headboard as Yak rides him hard. His roar of completion reverberates through the room. He gives one more powerful thrust and he’s absolutely beautiful as he finds his release inside the man we love.
My eyes grow heavy in the aftermath of such intense intimacy. I blink and then both of them are kneeling in front of me, their tongues licking up the evidence of my release.
“No. Too much.” I try to push them away, but I don’t have much strength.
“Too damn bad. You fucking ejaculated. Look at this white cream.” I force my eyes to open long enough to note the white substance on the tips of Yak’s fingers. Once they deem me clean enough, I’m lifted and gently laid in the bed. Monty curling around me, his warmth seeping into my bones.
Loud knocks disturb my peace. I lift my head slightly but make no move to get up. Yak is pulling on his clothes. “Hey! Sorry to interrupt cockapalooza, but we’ve got something.” It’s Tev.
Monty and I laugh when Yak crawls over us fully clothed and kisses all over our faces. He’s lighter, I can feel it. The weight of responsibility is a little easier to carry as he bids us goodnight and leaves after turning everything off. The door closes behind him, and I settle into Monty’s embrace.
“You’re extraordinary, Sweetling.”
I hum happily, content to slip into oblivion. “I know.”
Yakov 15.
Tev and I have been holed up in our offices for days. He pulled me from my bed, from the best, most transcendent sex of my life and I haven’t seen Monty or Sophia since beyond a brief glimpse on the security cameras. My girl is sticking close to Monty, no doubt feeling my absence and I hate that I can’t comfort her right now.
