Two Hitmen: A Double Bad Boy Mafia Romance (Lawless Book 1) (64 page)

The blond biker leaned towards me. His green eyes appealed and his breath was warm in my ear and on my neck, “C’mon, beautiful. Give us a chance.” He bit the inside of his lip as his eyes searched mine. His musky scent was overpowering and I couldn’t think straight.

The first one, the taller one said, “Now that you’ve rescued us,” he said, and his eyes seemed to plead with me, “Don’t abandon us. Please?”

Ashlee stared as I showed the two big men into our tiny room. Both her hands clasped over her mouth. From behind them she said, “Oh. My.
GOD
!”

The green-eyed biker stood very close behind me. His jeans scraped against my ass through my pj bottoms. I squeaked, “Ooh!” at the hard bulge against my soft skin.

“So,” Ashlee said, “Tell us your names.”

“I’m Jace,” the voice of the one behind me vibrated through his cock and against my soft cheeks.

The other one said, “They call me Badge.”

The buzzer sounded again. Ashlee and I looked at each other. Then we heard the buzzers going in other rooms on our corridor. It sounded like all of the rooms had their bells pushed. I know we all thought the same thing. The cops.

Badge said, “Don’t let them in.”

“It’s no good, Badge,” I said, “Somebody’s going to buzz them in.” As soon as I’d said it, we heard the door being buzzed open and the noise of heavy boots in the hallway.

“Come with me,” Ashlee grabbed Badge’s hand and pulled him into the bathroom. The boots were coming up the stairs now. Jace looked at me. I pointed under the bed. I couldn’t think of another way to hide him.

He was so big, I wasn’t even sure he’d be able to squeeze himself in there. Top to bottom, every the space looked too tiny so, when he slid underneath, I piled the comforter and all the bedclothes by the side to try to cover him up some more. It wasn’t perfect, but it didn’t look too bad. It looked the way these dorm rooms looked most of the time, so I thought there was a chance that we’d get away with it.

There was a banging on the door right then so I had no time to think any more about it. I opened the door just a crack and peered round.

A cop filled the doorway with another stood close behind him. “Sorry, miss, but we’re going to need to search your room.” His hard blue eyes glinted and dirty blond hair poked out from under his peaked cap. He touched the peak and made an apologetic smile.

I said, “There’s no-one here, officer. Nobody except me and my roomie.” Now I had lied to a cop, before I’d even stopped to think about it.

“Sorry miss,” his voice was firm. “But we do need to check. May we come in, please?” And he pressed his palm against the door. My heart pounded and I shook inside, but I knew there was no point trying to resist.

I held the door open and stepped aside. I was careful to keep my eyes on the cops and away from the floor. My little room felt very crowded with the two cops inside.
 

The blond cop stood very close as he looked around our tiny little room. In my pj bottoms and t-shirt, I felt even more exposed in front of the cops than I had with the bikers. Something to do with the uniforms, I guess, made me feel even more undressed, along with the guns.
 
They did add to my general sense of vulnerability.

The dark-haired one said, “Where did you say your roommate was?”

“She’s in the shower,” I told him. Thank heavens Ashlee had the presence of mind to turn on the water. My heart was in my mouth as he pushed open the door.

Ashlee shrieked, and steam wafted around the side of the door. The bathrooms in our dorm all have bathtubs with showerheads and shower curtains all the way around. Through the doorway, I saw Ashlee’s face poke around the shower curtain.

“What the actual fuck?” she yelled at the cop and he backed away.

Meanwhile, I was trying to distract the blond cop. “Do you need to search me, officer?” I flicked my eyelids at him. His neck swelled and his some red flushed into his cheeks.

“That won’t be necessary right now, miss.” His eyes narrowed and he reached into his shirt pocket. He handed me a card.

“Call this number if you feel like you need to be searched tomorrow evening.”

“Oh. Are you on duty tomorrow?”

“No, miss,” he said, and his jaw jutted, “That’s kind of the point.”

“Oh.” This was turning out to be more interesting than the average study night.

I looked at the card. Frank Cannon, it said, and a number. “Do you do a lot of this kind of thing, officer?”

“Handing out cards?”

“I meant searching innocent girls when you’re off duty.”

“Give me a call.” His thumb hooked in his belt. “We’ll see how innocent you are.”

He touched his cap again and gave me a hard, panty-heating grin as he steered his buddy out of my room. He looked back to watch me over his shoulder as I closed the door. I stayed pressed against it and kept very still as I listened to their boots clomp towards the next room along the hall.

The next door they knocked on was probably Lucy’s. She was next along the hall and it sounded like that was the direction they went. I wondered whether she would get a card from Officer Cannon.

Ashlee’s giggle trilled as I yanked back the shower curtain. She leaned back against the wall and the water bounced and cascaded over her. Her t-shirt was a soggy mess.

The biker crouched angrily in front of her. His voice scraped. “I’m soaking wet now, you dumb bitch.”

Her hand was on top of his head and her tongue flicked across her top lip. “Mmm. Me too, you big, dumb biker.”

She leaned back against the tiles. Her hips jutted at him.

She twirled her wet curls. “So, what are you going to do about it?” The water bounced over her t-shirt and clung to her heaving breasts. Her nipples poked up hard through the drenched cotton.

He looked up at her and his lip curled with a leer. His wet black curls plastered against his head, and water ran down his face in rivulets that poured from his beard. His eyes blazed as he reached up and seized her waist.

Her eyes flashed wide and she let out a gasp as he pulled her down to him. His hand slipped around to her ass as he pulled her closer. I said, “You don’t know that they won’t come back when they’ve searched the other rooms.”

The biker turned to me with a big, horny grin on his face. “We’ll stay in here. Should be safe enough.”

Ashlee said, “You’ll be safe enough, you mean. What about me?”

“Don’t worry, pretty. I’ll make sure nothing happens to you.”

“Yeah, but what’s going to keep me safe from you?”

“Oh, I ain’t going to do you no harm.” He started to tug her wet panties down. Her fingers clawed in his hair as his mouth ground into her pelvis. She lifted up onto her toes and her thighs spread as her hips rocked against his lips. Ashlee’s eyes rolled and she bit her lip as she pulled the wet biker’s head into her crotch.

I thought about Jace under my bed.

I should have gone back to check on him. I should also have peeked through the spyhole in the door to see where the cops were at. See if they were making their way along the hallway, if they were leaving, or if there was a risk of them coming back at all.

I didn’t, though. I didn’t do any of that. Instead, I stayed rooted to the spot at the door to our little bathroom, and watched Ashlee’s face. Badge pulled her wet panties down until they were tight over her thighs. His long, stiff tongue flicked and flailed over her fine, wet fuzz and pressed her swollen lips wide.

She slid farther down the wet tiled wall as his jaw worked and he lapped around the hood of her clit. Her thighs trembled as his thumbs stroked her mound and his fingers probed her slit.
 

She bit her lip and sunk her fingers in his hair. Her eyes rolled helplessly as Badge’s lips took a more insistent hold of her, and his hands reached up to squeeze the pert cheeks of her ass. Her knees bent more, and her thighs gripped the sides of his head as it hammered hard against her soaking pussy.

My hands seemed to have found their way into my pj bottoms. I looked around at the base of my bed, where I remembered I had left a smoking hot biker. As my fingers parted my quivering, sticky lips and my aching bud pushed forwards, I was torn between watching Ashlee as she lost her composure, and dragging the hunk of hard biker out from under my bed and out of his jeans and swallowing his tumescent flesh.

Of course, that might not look too good if the cops came back, because I had clearly told them that there was nobody here but Ashlee and I. It would be hard to explain why I failed to mention two hard, hot, and horny bikers. Hmm. What should I do?

The trouble was, while I was trying to think, my unthinking fingers were finding their own fun, and they flew in a fury to flay friction in my furry fissure. The sight of Ashlee’s wet leg hooking over Badge’s shoulder was no help, any more than the rising rhythm of her helpless moans.

My knees knocked together and I curled forwards. The droop of my mouth widened as my fingers trilled over my weeping lips and my thighs and ass cheeks clenched.

As the first waves of orgasm threatened to tense through my thighs and surge up from the pit of my stomach, a pair of strong hands gripped my ass through my soft pjs. I felt the press of a pair of wide male hips with a powerful prick against my trembling flesh.

Jace had found his way out from under the bed. The hard ridge of throbbing cockin his jeans tipped me over the edge. I bent over so my fingers trilled my bean while my soaking petals pushed and sawed through the wet flannel of my bottoms along the length of his fattening cock.

“Little student getting gooey,” I felt the depth of his voice vibrate through his cock and up into my pussy. “You like watching Badge eat your roomie out?” My knees were sinking and my face began to contort as the long, shaky groan started from deep in my stomach.

“He’s got his tongue jammed pretty hard into her there,” I trembled uncontrollably. “She’s clawing in his hair. Rocking her little wet pussy in his mouth.” His hand snaked up between my thighs. “ Looks like she’s going over.” Badge hefted Ashlee’s other leg over his shoulder and pressed her back against the wall.

She moaned as she gripped and tugged in his hair. She stared wide-eyed into his face, down between her thighs and her hips ground against his lips. His head bobbed and he made wet growls into her pussy.
 

Jace’s fingers pressed around my fingers outside my pjs. His breath was hot and damp in my ear, “Oh, you are so wet,” as his hand found mine rubbing my aching clit. “You’re pretty excited. That cute cop get you going?” There was an edge in his voice as his grip tightened.

“Hey Badge, I think this little piece of tail has it for the cop.” Badge’s head began to turn. Ashlee scowled and tried to pull him back but he just shoved her against the wall. He didn’t even look at her as he said, “Men are talking.”

Jace said, “He gave her a card, told her to call him.”

“Not in a professional context,” I protested.

Jace squeezed my fingers and slapped my butt with his other hand. “Cop’s a cop, on duty or off.”

Ashlee’s mascara smeared down her face as she slid down the wet tiles. Badge’s wet clothes dripped all over the bathroom as he came over. Jace said, “Might want to get out of those things, man. Hang ’em up somewhere for a while.”

Badge stood in front of me, and started to undo his heavy belt buckle. “Maybe I should fill this little sweetbutt’s mouth. Keep her from loose talking.”
 

Jace said, “We’d probably best give ’em both some guidance and motivation.”

Badge unbuttoned his fly and said, “Other one’s going to need to rest. She’s all used up for a while.”

“Drained her with your tongue, bro?”

Badge took a hold of my chin. “Got my engine running, though.” Jace pulled down the waistband of my pjs.

I spun around, “Wait,” I started to protest, but then when I saw the look in his eyes, I was dripping all over again. His hard body, the throbbing bulge in his jeans, his hot breath on my neck, it all made me want him.
 
All of him.

I wanted his hot cock. I wanted it between my tits, beating on my ass and busting into my swollen wet pussy. I wanted the pulsing weight of it on my tongue, the velvety thickness forcing open the back of my throat, right there and then.

His fingers tightened on my pussy, I jumped to fling my arms around his neck, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. Jace looked into my eyes while he told Badge, “You might have to wear the other one out some more. This one seems to be wearing me for a while.”

I’d kind of liked the idea of Jace being a little rough with me. Maybe I liked it a little more than a little. I pouted while I dug my heels into his ass.

His trunk hardened.
 
The look in his eyes grew hotter. He tightened his grip on my bare ass. My pjs were down to the tops of my thighs and my cotton panties were skewed. I pushed the fuzz of my wet pussy against the ridge in Jace’s jeans and looked back up at him.

“Okay,” he said, “We’re going to have to do something about this.”

I chewed the inside of my lip. His bulge throbbed against my aching lips through the rough cotton of his jeans. His lips were strong and mobile. His mouth seized on mine as his fingers slipped along my slit and up against the hood of my clit.

My thighs shook and I pressed against him. His other hand went up under my t-shirt. Showers of sparks went off in my breast as he took hold of it. He squeezed and massaged me, circling and pulling on my nipple. My breath thickened. His cock thickened, too.

Badge was close behind me. He pushed his cock up by my bare ass. His pulsing hot rod was also bare. My hands grabbed Jace’s tight ass and I pulled him to me. His cock pressed hard against my mound, behind where his hand was.

Badge’s hands grabbed my ass. I felt something soft and wet at the back of my thighs.
 
“Ashlee!” Her head came up between my legs as she went after Badge’s cock. Here I’d been thinking I was going to get both of the bikers.

Jace’s fingers trilled fast on my clit and my muscles tightened in a rhythm. Fireworks began to fizzle and pop in my stomach. Ashlee reached for Badge’s cock and her hair tickled and teased the backs of my thighs. She said, “I want a taste of this,” and I heard her mouth close.