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You weren’t exactly sure how you had managed to end up working at this little establishment at the end of the world. When you set out on that train out west you had dreams of fame and fortune but those all came crashing down when you realized that life on the frontier was nowhere near as glamorous as it looked in the pictures. You had gotten a job as a barmaid at the local saloon, pouring beers and cleaning glasses, it was dull work but it paid well. Violence was common out in these little mining towns and your bar was not safe from it. All sorts of outlaws and criminals drank here, often bringing their feuds with them. You had learned quickly that it was best to just keep your head down and serve beers, to just let the men have it out with each other, you refused to let them scare you off.
About three weeks after you started working at the bar they walked in. You had heard whispers around town about the two outlaws that roamed the desert and mountains, robbing trains and stage coaches alike. The whole room seemed to go silent as they entered, everyone frozen in their seats, hands twitching towards their holsters. Your body tensed up, ready to duck and cover, but the two men made their ways over to the corner booth, sitting themselves in the shadows. Your hands shook at your side as you walked over to them, all the other girls had refused to serve them so it was left up to you.
“What can I get you fine gentlemen to drink this evening?” Your voice wavered as you spoke but you forced a smile onto your lips hoping they wouldn’t catch onto your fear. This close you were able to get a better look at both of them. The one sitting closest to you caught your eye, but it would have been impossible for him not to. Broad shoulders filled in the black shirt he was wearing, taking up most of the space in the booth. His long legs stretched out under the table, almost poking out on the other side.
His partner seemed less intimidating, if only by a little, as he sat across from him. He was smaller, all lean muscle that looked ready to spring at any moment. His eyes were cold and calculating as they swept over your body, seemingly assessing you as a threat. They softened a bit when they settled on your face, making you flush under the weight of his gaze. They were both rather handsome, a thought you pushed down the second it crossed your mind.
“You hear that Jason, she called us gentlemen,” he drawled, his voice deep and rough as he laughed to his partner. “Tell you what sweetheart, you bring us a bottle of your best whiskey and we’ll be just fine. Right, Jase?”
His partner, or Jason, nodded and you went on your way, fetching the whisky they wanted and returning to them, the skirts of your dress swishing as you walked. Your hands trembled a little as you held the bottle and glasses, you had seen the two revolvers each of them carried, the handles worn with use; and you had heard the stories, that they killed without cause, without second thought.
“Here you are sir,” you murmured, keeping your eyes down as you poured them their drinks. Waiting until after they both took a sip to make sure they liked it, you turned around ready to head back to the bar but a hand grabbed your skirts, stopping you before you could get far.
“Whats the rush, darling?” A blush painted your face with warmth as the one whose name you still didn’t know pulled you closer to him by your skirts. “Is our company really that bad?”
You could hear the teasing in his tone, his deep voice light, but you still felt a surge of worry in your chest, afraid of offending him.
“No sir, not at all. I only don’t want my boss to be angry with me for taking too long.” You kept your voice soft, eyes trained on the wooden table as they shared a laugh.
“C’mon, a couple minutes won’t hurt anything. Listen, if your boss gets mad you can send him over to us, we’ll take care of him.” The hand in your skirt twisted, running the fabric between his fingers as Jason spoke. He stood, arm outstretched and gestured to the empty spot between him and his partner. You flicked your eyes back to the bar, your boss was absent and you knew the other girls wouldn’t tattle on you, you did the mental math and against your better judgment, took a seat in the booth, dress sliding over the smooth wood.
“I’m James,” a large hand grabbed hold of yours, shaking it gently. James’ palm was warm against yours, skin rough with callouses. “And you already know Jason.”
Jason slid into the booth next to you, bracketing you between him and James. A rush of heat pulsed through your body leaving you light headed as you were pressed between them, your mind wandering to less than pure places. Jason took your left hand, bringing it to his lips and placed a chaste kiss on your knuckles.
“Pleased to make your acquaintance.” You could feel the blush in your cheeks get deeper as your skin burned under their gaze. It was unusual for men to act like this around you, they usually preferred the other girls who worked here, the one who were a lot more outgoing than you. James’ big arm draped over your shoulders as he leaned back in the booth, his fingers playing with the curls on the back of Jason’s neck.
“So what brings a lovely lady like yourself all the way out to this shithole?” His question pulled a laugh from you and you began to tell him the story of how you ended up in the Colorado territory.
You spent the night with them, talking and listening to their tales of life on the run. As the night went on heat pooled in your core, your inner thighs sticky with arousal. You felt like a mouse between two cats, waiting for one of them to pounce. But they never did, both of them were perfect gentlemen, excluding the fact that they were wanted on multiple counts of murder. Disappointment bloomed in your gut as they got up to leave, but they both assured you that they’d be back soon.
They kept their promise, showing up only three nights later and taking a seat in the same booth. You went over to them, bringing them the same bottle of whiskey, keeping them company while they drank. After that they became regulars, showing up at least once a week, regaling you with tales of their exploits. You learned that James once fought off a whole posse of bounty hunters with just one pistol and Jason had killed a Texas Ranger in a shoot out. As wrong as it was, the stories they told only made you want them more.
The three of you became fast friends. They took care of you well, showering you in gifts, fine gold jewelry and lacey dresses, things you’d never be able to afford on your own. And with their friendship came protection, men averted their eyes when you walked by, too afraid of James and Jason to leer at you. Shopkeepers gave you better deals, hoping you’d put in a good word for them. You quickly got used to it, reveling in the benefits of their friendship. The girls joked, calling you their kept woman. You laughed with them but deep inside you wished it was true, wished they saw you that way.
You knew it was wrong, sinful even, to chase after the affections of two men but that only made your desire for them grow. You found yourself yearning for them, for the way Jason leaned into your side when he laughed, his blue eyes sparkling with joy. For the feeling of James’ hand on your lower back, his warmth setting your skin alight. It consumed you, thoughts of them filled your dreams constantly.
It had been weeks now since you had seen either of them. You had heard rumors that they were laying low after the governor had raised the bounty on their heads but you knew nothing more than that. Rust-red dust was piled up along the base boards of the bar, wind blowing it in through every crack and crevice. Your heeled boots clicked along the hardwood floors as you walked across that floor, sweeping as you went. It had been a wild night, a group of cow-hands had wandered in, causing all sorts of trouble for you and the other girls who worked here. They had all gone home by now, leaving you to clean up the day’s mess.
The batwing doors squeaked on their hinges as they burst open. A man, unwashed and mean looking, strode into the empty bar, eyes scanning the room before landing on you. Fear settled in your gut, cold and heavy.
“We’re closed for the night, sir.” You squared your shoulders, spine ramrod straight, trying to come off authoritative. The man didn’t hear you or care for what you had to say as he continued walking towards you. Your eyes flicked to the bar where you knew there was a revolver in the top drawer. You began to inch over, moving as silently as you could but stopped the second you heard the tell-tale sound of a gun cocking.
“You stay right where you are missy.” His voice was gruff and grating against your ears. You stood there frozen in fear as he made his way towards you. The stench of him almost made you gag as he came up to you, running a dirty finger over the bodice of your dress.
“The register, where is it?” You jerked your head to the side, pointing towards the bar, hoping he’d leave you alone. He jammed the barrel of his gun into your gut, knocking the air from your lungs. His hand wrapped around your arm, nails digging into your flesh as he dragged you with him. You dug your heels into the ground, fighting his grip as he pulled you across the bar.
“Open it.” The gun was cold against your skin as he held it to the back of your neck. It took you a couple of tries to unlock the drawer, hands quivering too much to work. You knew what you’d find, the register had been emptied earlier in the day, the money put safely in the bank. You pulled the drawer open, its emptiness staring back at you mockingly.
“Where’s the cash?” One of his hands dug into your hair, twisting the strands around his fist. He yanked your head back, your scalp screaming as he pulled even harder. Tears swam in your eyes making the whole world go blurry.
“I don’t know, I swear.” The words came out rushed and jumbled, tongue thick with fear. He brought his gun down across your face, splitting the delicate skin of your cheek. You let out a pained whine, vision going black for a second.
“Stupid bitch, tell me where the cash is or I’ll blow your goddamn brains out.” He shoved you against the bar top, the hard wood digging into your ribs. Your throat felt like it was closing as your breath came rapidly, you tried to think of any money, or anything in this bar that you could offer to him. His breath was hot on the back of your neck as he leaned over you. Both of you froze at the sound of footsteps on the gravel outside. You were shoved down to the ground, the gun pointing at your head as he looked to the door.
“Swear to god, you make a fucking sound I’ll shoot. Got it?” He didn’t wait for your response, digging the muzzle into your temple. You worried your lips between your teeth, drawing blood as your heart pounded in your chest. The doors opened, hinges still creaking as you heard two sets of footsteps enter the room. You could see the man freeze, his hands shaking slightly at whoever just walked in.
“Hetfield, Newsted, I guess you had the same idea as me.” Hope filled your veins but you forced yourself to stay quiet as he continued. “There’s nothing here, already checked. All that’s left is this pretty little barmaid, I was gonna take her with me but we can share her if you’d like.”
He yanked you up by your hair, your head spinning as you tried to find your feet. Blood ran down your cheek mixing with your tears as he held your head back, forcing you to face the door.
You let out a whimper at the sight of James and Jason so close to you. Everything was going to be okay, they would save you, you knew they would. They looked the same as the last time you saw them and relief washed over you. You had never seen them look this severe, this enraged, but you found comfort in it.
“Hand her over.” James' voice was little more than a growl, his broad shoulders tense, shaking with rage. Jason’s jaw was clenched tight, the vein in his forehead throbbing as his eyes ran over you, taking in the sight of your injuries. The man next to you went still at James’ words. He huffed but complied, shoving you towards them. You almost tripped over your feet, your legs shaking beneath you as you hurried away from him. Jason pulled you into his arms the second you were close enough, hands cupping your head and pressing you into his strong chest. He placed a kiss to the crown of your head and tears began running down your face, soaking his shirt through.
“You’re alright, you’re safe now. I promise.” He murmured into your hair. James’ footsteps thundered with each step he took. You tried to turn to see where he was going but Jason’s hands kept your head still. He titled your head up towards him, looking into your eyes as his thumbs rubbed soothing circles into your skin.
“It’s alright, just look at me.” His eyes flicked behind you before meeting yours again. His hands moved, covering your ears, pulling you closer to him. A gunshot rang out and you flinched at the unmistakable thud of a body hitting the floor.
“It’s all over, alright darling, it's all going to be okay.” His voice was soothing to you, calming your racing heart. He moved you with him, guiding you out of the bar and onto the porch. James followed soon after, slamming the door behind him. He slowly reached a hand out towards you, seemingly unsure of what to do with himself. His fingers were gentle against your bruised cheek, wiping away the blood that was dried there. You leaned into his touch, cherishing the warmth of his palm against you. His hand trembled against your face, whether from fear or anger you couldn’t tell.
“She’s safe, Het. Let’s get her home.” They walked you over to where they had hitched their horses. James' hands wrapped around your waist, lifting you with ease before he placed you in one of the saddles. His brow furrowed as you whimpered at his touch, your ribs aching under your dress and corset. Jason climbed on behind you, arm looping around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. You leaned back into him, the low thud of his heartbeat lulling you to sleep as you rode off. You woke slowly as the horse came to a stop beneath you. Blinking the sleep from your eyes you were greeted with a breathtaking sight. You were high in the mountains, just barely able to make out the desert spreading out before you in the light of the full moon. Jason helped you off his horse, careful to not press too hard on your torso.
They led you into a small cabin, what you assumed was their hideout, both of them keeping a hand on you. The interior was sparse but cozy, in a lived-in sort of way; an extra pair of boots were strewn by the door and a shirt was hanging in the window to dry. You let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding in, shoulders finally relaxing. As the adrenaline left your body the slight soreness you had felt on the ride out here turned into a dull throbbing with each passing second. The two men caught on to your discomfort, concern painting both of their faces.
“Where does it hurt?” James’ eyes flicked between the gash on your cheek and where you were clutching your ribs. Jason brought his hand up to your cheek, gently brushing the fast-growning bruise, pulling away when you winced at his touch. He muttered an apology, words almost inaudible as he dropped his hand. They were both silent, their eyes trailing over your body, searching for anything they had missed.
“Is there anywhere else?” Jason asked. Worry bled off his words, his bottom lip caught between his teeth as he waited for your response.
“No, there’s not.” Your voice was weak with disuse and sleep, your words barely more than a whisper. You pressed down on your abdomen, the pain was not as bad as it was earlier, more tender now than the deep, stabbing sensation it had been at first. Your ribs ached with every breath you took; you needed out, out of this dress and the stupid corset that you couldn’t breathe in.
“Unlace me.” Both of their heads whipped towards you, eyes wide. Jason’s cheeks flushed pink and James looked far too enthusiastic at the prospect. “I can’t breathe in this damn thing, I need it off.”
Your shaky hands were useless as you tried to undo the tie on your front, the laces slipping through your fingers. As tears of frustration were blooming in your eyes Jason’s hands brushed yours out of the way. He made quick work of your dress, undoing the decorative ties with practiced ease. The heavy fabrics fell to the ground with a thud, your skin prickling under the cool mountain air. James had sat across the room from you, his gaze setting your skin ablaze as he stared unblinkingly. You had thought about it before, being undressed by one or both of them. It had plagued your thoughts, both waking and sleeping; the thought of standing bare before them. It was almost dizzying how quickly your stress turned into a desire that burned you from the inside out.
Jason moved behind you, nimble fingers getting to work on your corset. You sucked in a deep breath as he finished, it felt like a mountain of pressure had been taken off your chest. He slid the corset off over your head, leaving you standing in your shift and stockings before them. The thin cotton left little to the imagination, practically see through in the golden candlelight. James inhaled sharply at the sight of you, eyes trailing up your body leaving your skin tingling in his wake. He shifted in his seat, pulling at the waistband of his pants as he stared. Jason let out a small groan as his hand brushed against your back, pulling away from you like he had been burned.
“C’mere.” James' voice left no room for objection. Your socked feet made little sound as you crossed the room, you stopped in front of where James was sitting, hands fidgeting with your shift before him. Slowly, as if he was approaching a spooked animal, James reached towards you, his hand settling on your hip. The touch made your breath catch in your throat, hot desire filling your core.
“There’s nowhere else right?” He questioned, “nowhere else where it hurts?”
You shook your head, feeling almost feverish. The hand on your hip squeezed a bit before loosening. James pulled you closer, spreading his legs so you could stand between them. His fingers twitched against your side as if he was hesitating over something.
“Good, that's good. We don’t want our girl to be in pain.” His voice had gotten deeper, words dripping with an emotion you couldn’t quite identify. “But I think I should check just to make sure.”
You went willingly as he pulled you into his lap, your back leaning against his chest. A gasp left your lips as you felt his half-hard cock pressing against your ass.
“Does it hurt here, hmm?” He rested a hand on your throat, stroking the skin of your neck. Your pulse jackrabbited under his fingers, your skin flushed and hot to the touch.
“No,” you breathed out, eyes following the path of his hands.
As he moved downwards his hands brushed over your sensitive breasts and a bolt of heat went straight to your core. You whimpered, fighting to keep your body still.
“What about here?” He stopped his path at your hips, fingers pressing in slightly. You arched your back, unable to stop yourself as your breath came quicker. Wetness began to coat your inner thighs as you stared down at where James’ large hands were wrapped around your hips.
“James.” You jerked your head up to look at Jason, so overwhelmed by arousal that almost forgot he was still in the room. He was flushed, chest heaving and eyes wild as he looked across the room at you and James. “For fuck’s sake, now is not the time for this.”
“I don’t know Jase, our sweet girl seems to think now is as good a time as ever, right darling?” James' voice was sinful in your ear, the deep rumble echoing against your chest. He laughed as you gave an enthusiastic nod and Jason sat down with a huff.
“Now where was I?” James’ hands gave your hips another squeeze. He moved to your thighs and you felt the touch in your throat, in your chest, in your belly as his fingers trailed closer and closer to where you needed him the most. A high whine slipped from your mouth as James cupped your cunt, your wetness soaking through the thin cotton.
“How about here, hmm?” His fingers pressed down teasing your entrance through your shift. Your mind went hazy at his touch, your stomach aching with need.
“James, please,” you begged, though you didn’t know what exactly you were pleading for, head too heavy with desire to care.
“Alright darling, alright. We’ll take good care of you, don’t you worry. Now why don’t we get you a bit more comfortable.” As he was speaking his hands ran down your legs, slipping under your shift and rucking it up to your waist. Lifting your hips you let him drag it over your head, tossing it off to the side. You shivered, both at the cold air on your body and from the feeling of their eyes roaming over your now naked skin.
James’ lips pressed against your neck as his hands wandered up to your tits, pulling a moan from your mouth as he squeezed the delicate flesh. Every brush of his rough fingertips against your nipples sent a wave of heat to your pussy.
“Fuck Jase, isn’t she pretty?” You blinked your eyes open, Jason sat across the room, eyes focused on where James was cupping your breasts, his lip had gone white between his teeth as he watched you and James. “You know darling, Jase talks a lot about your tits, don’t you Jason. Always going on and on about them when you're not around.”
He tweaked your nipples between his fingers, playing with the sensitive buds as he spoke. Your hips bucked, dragging your ass against his cock, a low moan falling from his mouth.
“I guess you need a bit more attention don’t you sweetheart? Well, I’m never one to keep a pretty lady waiting.”
You let out a whine as his hands left your tits. He pulled your legs apart, draping them wide across his already spread thighs, exposing your dripping pussy to the cold air. Jason groaned at the sight of your glistening folds and his hands twitched at his side. You were wet, almost embarrassingly so, so wet that you were dripping down your thighs, staining the leather of James pants.
James pressed a hand on your lower stomach, before sliding down. You shivered as his fingers brushed your clit, your core aching with anticipation and arousal. He slid one finger up the seam of your cunt, spreading your wetness up to your clit. He hooked his chin over your shoulder, staring down to where he was playing with you. You forced your gaze up and across the room to Jason. Your breath hitched at the sight of him, his hand working over his cock through his pants, lips parted and slick with saliva as he stared at you.
“She’s so fucking wet Jason, god, can you see?” He slid his middle finger down your cunt, teasingly rubbing your entrance. You whined, mind too hazy to speak. You shifted your hips downwards, chasing James’ fingers, desperate to have anything inside of your aching cunt.
“James, please, c’mon please, need it so bad.”
His lips brushed your neck, tongue lapping at the skin as he pressed his finger against your entrance. He pushed it into you, stretching you out slowly. You let out a moan at the intrusion, clenching down around him. He let you get used to the feeling just rubbing at that spongy, soft spot in you that made you dizzy with pleasure. James just kept stroking that spot, groaning as you writhed in his arms. He began to thrust his finger, slowly pulling it out and pushing back it in, the sweet friction making you go boneless in his arms. He pressed his ring finger in, your slick arousal making the slide easy. The stretch burned but you loved it, the feeling of being so full of him.
“God, Jase, c’mere. She's so damn tight, you’ve gotta feel her, squeezing the life out of my fingers.”
The sound of fabric rustling got your attention, it was almost impossible to focus as James thrust his fingers into you but you managed to force your eyes open long enough to see Jason shoving his hand in his pants, groaning as he was finally able to touch his throbbing cock. Your pussy clenched at the sight, your body feeling all too hot. His eyes met yours, the look on his face torn between lust and shame as he watched you being stretched out on James’ fingers.
“C’mon Jase, I know you want her. There’s no reason pretending like you don’t.” James’ hips bucked up into yours as he spoke, grinding his cock into your ass. You dug your nails into James thighs, pussy fluttering around his fingers. Your mind swam with desire, you looked across the room at Jason again, desperate for him to come and join you.
“Jason,” you whined, voice high and needy, “Jase, c’mere please.”
Your begging seemed to break any resolve he had left. Jason crossed the room in a few quick strides, stopping between your spread legs. James started moving his fingers faster, grinning against your skin. Slowly, Jason sank to his knees in front of you, looking up at you with wide-eyed want.
“There you go Jase, was wondering when you were going to join us.”
Jason huffed at his words, staring at where James was filling you up. His lips pressed against your inner thigh, blue eyes still staring up at you. His lashes fluttered as his tongue darted out, a breathy moan leaving his lips as he lapped at the arousal that had dripped down from your pussy. His tongue danced across your skin, licking up the slick that was coating your thighs. James groaned at the sight, pressing his fingers deeper into you. Jason pulled back, lips shiny with spit and your slick.
“You taste so fucking good, you should try it James.”
James leaned down, his free hand cupping Jason's jaw before pulling him into a bruising kiss, their teeth clacking against each other. You tightened around James’ fingers, moaning at the filthy sight. As they pulled away from each other a string of salvia kept them connected, only breaking when Jason licked his lips.
“You’re right Jase, she tastes fucking divine.” James grunted, his fingers slowed to a grind inside of you. He cupped your cheek, pulling you head back towards him before pressing his lips to yours. His mouth was demanding against you, teeth nipping at your lips, tongue rolling over yours. He pulled back, eyes glazed over with lust.
As you panted, trying to catch your breath Jason’s hand wrapped around the back of your neck, dragging your head down to him. The movement jostled James’ fingers inside of you, drawing a moan from you. Jason kissed you softer, much gentler than James had, tongue flicking against yours as he sucked your bottom lip into his mouth. You chased after him as he pulled away, James’ hand pressing you back against his chest.
“You look so good honey, all spread out on James’ fingers.” Jason’s words sent a bolt of heat straight to your aching core. Your hips rocked down onto James’ fingers, body desperate for anything you could get. They both laughed at your neediness, and Jason began trailing a finger up your thigh, making his way to your dripping cunt. His pointer finger traced over your stretched entrance and you whimpered as he pressed down slightly.
“Think you can take it, darling?” James murmured, nosing at your neck, “I know you want it, know you want Jase’s fingers in you, sweet thing.”
“Please.” That was all you could get out, all your lust addled mind could think of, but that was enough for them.
Jason slowly eased his fingers into you beside James’, pushing in and pulling back in small movements until it was all the way in. Tears pricked in your eyes at the burning stretch, a whimper forcing its way out of you. They both held still, letting your body adjust to the intrusion. It was almost too much but somehow you needed more. Your eyes rolled back in your head as James began to rub at your sensitive walls.
“That’s it darling, you can do it.” James said, scissoring his fingers inside of you.
“Oh god.” You trembled in James’ arms, deep, throbbing pleasure building in your gut as they started to move their fingers. The slow drag of them against your oversensitive pussy was almost torturous. You reached your hand out, blindly lacing your fingers into Jason’s hair as you began to unravel beneath them.
“Fuck, doing so good for us sweetheart, taking us so well.” Jason’s words were hot against your thigh as he shoved his finger all the way into you, knuckles knocking against James’. All you could do was whine as they worked you open. You were so far gone you couldn’t tell who was doing what anymore. Your pussy clenched around both of them, the tension in your gut tightening with every second.
“C’mon honey, cum for us.” All it took was James pushing back in as Jason pulled out for your mind to go blank, pussy spasming around them. Your body shook as you moaned incoherently, your jaw hanging open as you rode out you high. They eased their fingers out of you slowly and a sound of protest left your mouth at the sudden emptiness.
“Did so good for us sweet girl, so good.” James rubbed his hand over your shoulders as he spoke, pressing kisses to your hairline. They maneuvered you to your feet, guiding you to the bed. Jason pressed his lips to yours while you walked, his hands gripping your ass, pulling you along with him. They set you down on the bed and you laid back, your eyes darting between the two of them. They both made quick work of their clothes and need rushed through your body with every inch of skin they bared.
You had gotten a good idea of James’ size from when he had been pressed against you, but your breath caught in your throat at the sight. Both of them were long and thick, and you knew it would hurt in the most perfect way. They each held their cocks in their hands, stroking them as they made their way back over to you. Jason reached over to the bedside table, grabbing one of the coins that was sitting there.
“Heads I go first, tails it's you.” A rush of heat went through your body at his words. In all honesty you didn’t care who went first at all, as long as you could have them both you were happy. The coin landed on the mattress, heads side up, and James let out a groan flopping down beside you. He brushed a stray strand of hair out of your face, placed a kiss on your forehead before turning to look at Jason.
“She’s all yours, Jase, have fun.” He winked at both of you, laying back, seemingly content on just watching for now. Jason climbed over to you, sliding between your spread legs and draped himself over your body. You couldn’t help but return the almost shy smile he was giving you as he trailed his fingers over your torso, tracing over the darkening bruise there.
“You’ll tell me if I hurt you, promise?” His voice was so sincere that it made your throat go tight, an emotion you didn’t want to think too hard about bubbling in your chest.
“I promise, Jase. Please, need you.” He nodded, placing a kiss to the tip of your nose before setting back on his knees.
One hand fell to your waist as the other gripped his cock, guiding it between your thighs. Your hips twitched as the head of his cock brushed against your clit, sending shivers up your spine. Ever so slowly Jason slid into you, stopping after he pushed just the head in to let you adjust to him. Your lips parted in a silent moan as he filled you. The slight stretch made your eyes water, he was big enough that it still burned a bit as he split you open.
You were in no mood to be patient though, your hips shifted, need boiling over inside of you. Jason pushed the rest of him into you and it felt like a small eternity before you felt his hips pressing against your ass. He let out a low groan at the feeling of you tight and hot, squeezing around him.
“Oh fuck, so fucking tight. Feel so fucking good.” Deeming that you had enough time to get used to him Jason began to slowly pull out of you before pushing back in, rolling his hips against your ass. The drag of his cock on your sensitive walls made you see stars. You were a mess beneath him, writhing in the sheets as he buried himself in your needy cunt. The slick sound of him thrusting into your wet pussy filled the room and would have made you blush if you weren’t too far gone with pleasure to care. The bed shifted beside you and you forced your eyes open. James had gotten up, standing over both of you and was stroking his cock in time with Jason’s thrusts.
“God you two are so pretty like this, so fucking pretty for me.” His eyes on you only heightened your pleasure but you couldn’t focus on him too long. Jason thrusts picked up pace, hips positioning into you as the bed shook with the force. Your eyes fell shut again as he slammed himself into you, his fingers digging into your skin, leaving new bruises for you to find later.
The bed creaked again and Jason shuffled the both of you forward as James climbed behind him. He pressed himself against Jason's back, pulling a moan from his as he kissed a path up Jase’s strong neck. His hips faltered as James nipped at the thin skin of his jaw.
“Fucking her so good Jase, such a good boy.” Jason whimpered at the praise, his head lowering and coming to rest on your shoulder as he ground his hips against yours. Jason went stiff, his thrusts coming to a stop. You raised your head and your pussy fluttered at the sight of James pushing two oiled fingers into Jason’s ass. He let out a keening whine as James began thrusting his fingers in and out of him, his mouth sucking marks into your neck and chest.
“That's it, Jase, doing so good for both of us. Taking my fingers so well. ” James gazed down at both of you through hooded eyes, looking almost like a god as he towered over you. Jason’s head moved down your chest, mouth latching on to one of your nipples. You felt his cock twitch inside you, his hips bucking as James did something with his fingers. The ache in your stomach was almost unbearable as you shook with neediness. You ground down on his cock, giving yourself the friction you so desperately needed.
Your heartbeat picked up as James pulled his fingers out of Jason who let out a pitiful whine against your tits. You ran your fingers through his hair, lightly scratching at his scalp as you watched James slick up his cock. You clenched down on Jason at the sight pulling another moan from him. You pulled him up into a kiss as James lined himself up and began to press into him. Jason jaw dropped open and he moaned against your lips as James slid into him, filling him completely. Jason’s hips jerked as James bottomed out inside of him, the two of them groaning at the same time.
Almost immediately James began rolling his hips into Jason, your body shaking with the force of his thrusts. Jason whined, torn between fucking forward into the tightness of your pussy or pushing himself back onto James cock. His hips bucked into you, almost uncontrollably, as James rammed into him. He continued mouthing at your chest, grinding into you in shallow thrusts. James wound his fingers into his hair, yanking Jason’s head back.
“What the fuck do you think your doing?” Each word was punctuated with a rough thrust, sending shockwaves through your body as he fucked Jason into you.
“Fuck, James, it’s too much, please I need to cum…” He trailed off into a whine, tears of overstimulation spilling over his lash line.
“Uh uh, you don’t get cum until she does, so you better get to work.” James resumed his punishing pace, both you and Jason reduced to whining messes beneath him. Jason began rutting his hips into you, every thrust hitting that spot that made your brain short-circuit for a second, body trembling. James’ hand found yours where it was wrapped around Jason’s bicep and laced his fingers together with yours.
“Fuck, Jase, ‘m so close. Please, need it so bad.” The knot in your stomach tightened, the drag of his cock inside you bordering on just this side of too much. Moans slipped from your lips as tears of pleasure fell down your face. He slid his hand between your bodies, fingers pressing down on your clit. He circled the bundle of nerves, rubbing at it quickly. It only took one more thrust and you were crying out, pussy clamping down on his cock as your body stiffened and jerked in his arms. You squeezed James’ hand in yours as you dissolved into pleasure. Liquid heat filled your veins as you finally went limp. Jason kept fucking you as came around him, whimpers getting higher and higher as he chased his own high.
“Fuck, James, can I? Please.” He mewled, hips stuttering. His cock twitched and you could feel his muscles trembling as he held back, waiting for James' permission.
“Yeah, fuck, you can cum, did so good for us both.” James looked down at you, eyes catching yours as he slammed his hips into Jason, drawing high whines from him.
Jason thrust into you two, three more times before he came, filling you with his cum. He went boneless above you, James’ grip on his waist the only thing holding up. James pulled out of him, stroking his cock as he made his way up the bed, kneeling over both of you. He pushed your faces together, his hand a blur on his cock as he jerked off to the site of you two all fucked out for him.
“Fuck, fuck, goddamn, all mine, my little whores,” he grunted out, a deep moan leaving his lips. You scrunched your eyes shut as he painted your faces with his cum, some landing in your open mouth but most staining your skin. James fell onto the bed next to you, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. He let out a moan as Jason cupped your face, pulling you into a filthy kiss before cleaning James’ cum off your face with his fingers, licking it up when he was done. You did the same, moaning at the salty taste.
You were sandwiched between the two of them as James pulled a blanket over you all. You nuzzled into Jason's chest and he wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. James pressed himself to your back, his hand finding Jason’s where it rested on your hip. He pressed a kiss to both your heads, all your limbs tangling together as the exhaustion of the day took its toll on your bodies. Sleep came easy as you laid between them, the warmth of their bodies lulling your mind into a peaceful slumber.