Chapter 2: Reward Time
Scorpion’s hand goes still on your breast, and Baldy’s finger slips out of you with a wet sound. “That’s… that’s all we got, swear to God,” Scorpion mumbles, both of their rough hands hovering now, afraid to move. The absence of their touch is a cold shock, leaving your skin aching and your cunt clenching around nothing. You let out a slow, deliberate breath, your hips shifting just an inch on the velvet.
"Fine," you say, your voice a low, husky promise that hangs in the stale office air. "Now about that reward I promised." You put a hand on each of their laps, feeling the thick, denim-covered muscle of their thighs tense in anticipation. Their hands resume what they were doing, Scorpion’s grip returning to your breast with a possessive groan as Baldy’s thick fingers dive back into your wet cunt.
Your palms slide inward, finding the hard, hot lines of their cocks straining against rough denim. You rub them through the fabric, a slow, deliberate pressure that makes both men gasp into the damp skin of your neck. Scorpion’s mouth latches onto your neck, sucking on it as his hand grabs the bottom of your top and yanks, lifting the fabric to free your heavy tits.
"Fuck, look at those," Baldy grunts, his fingers pumping deeper inside you, curling in a way that makes your back arch. His other hand grips your ass cheek, fingers digging in hard enough to bruise, as you work your hands over their bulges, feeling them swell and jerk under your touch. "Yeah, just like that, you fucking freak," Scorpion snarls, pinching your exposed nipple sharply, the sudden pain blooming into a sharp curl of pleasure low in your belly.
Their movements turn rougher, more desperate, claiming your body like a spoil. Baldy’s thick fingers fuck in and out of your cunt with a wet, slapping rhythm, his thumb mashing your clit in rough circles. Scorpion bends his head, taking your other nipple into his mouth, biting down on the stiff peak before sucking it hard, his tongue lashing over the sensitive flesh. Your own breathing turns ragged, your hands kneading their hard cocks through their jeans, feeling the sheer size of them.
Your own breathing turns ragged, your hands kneading their hard cocks through their jeans, feeling the sheer size of them. “Enough with the denim,” you murmur, your voice thick, and your gloved fingers find their belt buckles. The cold metal clicks open, followed by the rasp of zippers, and you shove the rough material down their hips. Their cocks spring free, hot and heavy in your hands, both already slick at the tips.
Scorpion’s is long and veined, while Baldy’s is a brutal, thick stub of flesh. You wrap a fist around each of them, your thumbs smearing the beads of pre-cum over their sensitive heads. You begin stroking them in a slow, synchronized rhythm, your grip firm, feeling them pulse and jump against your palms. “Fucking christ, her hands,” Baldy groans, his head lolling back against the couch.
Scorpion’s hand snakes into your hair, fisting the vibrant red strands, and he turns your head to face him. His other hand still roughly kneads your tit, pinching your nipple hard. His mouth crashes down on yours, a rough, possessive kiss that tastes of stale smoke and cheap whiskey. You open for him, letting his tongue invade, a filthy wet duel as your hands work their cocks faster.
You squeeze their shafts tighter, twisting your wrists on the upstroke the way you know drives men wild. Baldy is bucking into your fist, his own fingers still plunged inside you, thrusting deep.
The thug's broad fingers pump inside your dripping wet pussy, gripping tightly while his swollen cock throbs inside your eager palm.
He lets out a sudden growl, pulling his soaked fingers from your clinging heat, the sound they make wet and lewd. He instantly fists the thin fabric of your panties and yanks them down your thighs with a rough, impatient jerk.
“Talkin’s done,” Baldy grunts, his own cock weeping. “I gotta fuck this super slut.” Before you can form a word, open your mouth to agree or object, Scorpion shoves hard at Baldy’s shoulder.
“Fuck that,” Scorpion snarls, his grip tightening on your breast. “I’m first. You think I wanna follow you, you sweaty fuck? I ain’t takin’ your sloppy seconds.”
You twist your head, breaking Scorpion’s grip on your hair. “Are you two fucking kidding me?” you hiss, the words sharp. “It’s not a dead-end alley. I’ve got a mouth.” Your logical, offered solution hangs in the thick air for less than a second before crumbling completely beneath their possessive rage.
“The mouth’s a consolation prize,” Scorpion spits, his fingers digging into the soft flesh of your inner thigh as he tries to bodily shift you toward himself. Baldy’s hand slaps down on your hip, his blunt nails biting skin, anchoring you to him. “You had your tongue in her mouth already, you greedy fuck,” he growls, using his greater weight to shove Scorpion back against the couch cushions. For a sickening, exhilarating moment you're the rope in a brutal tug-of-war, your body stretched and handled between their heated grips. A raw, breathless laugh escapes you, the sound verging on hysterical as your head falls back against the velvet, the city’s neon glow blurring through the window above.
“For fuck’s sake,” Baldy pants, his grip on your hip loosening just enough to turn his furious glare on Scorpion. “My birthday was two days ago, you miserable prick.” The words hang there, absurd and desperate. Scorpion stares back, his own hand still a vice on your thigh, his jaw working silently as he processed this pathetic bargaining chip from the universe. He finally lets out a sharp, disgusted snort, his fingers uncurling from your flesh. “Fine. But if her mouth ain’t god-tier, we’re switching mid-fuck. I mean it.”
Glad that’s finally settled, you push off from between them, your body humming with impatient energy. You turn and settle yourself squarely onto Baldy’s lap, the rough fabric of his jeans biting into the backs of your thighs, his hot, thick cock pressed insistently against your ass. You lean back into his broad, sweaty chest, feeling his heart hammer against your spine, and flash a sharp, challenging look at Scorpion, who is now leaning forward with greedy anticipation. Your gloved hands come up to frame Baldy’s stubbled jaw, turning his face toward you for a messy, open-mouthed kiss as you grind your ass against his rigid length.
You break the kiss, your own breath coming in sharp pants against his cheek, and shift your weight forward onto your booted heels, rising up on his thighs. Baldy’s rough hands grab your hips, his thick fingers digging into the soft flesh as he helps guide you, the swollen head of his cock slick with pre-cum pressing against your dripping entrance.
Vivian lifts herself up to line herself up with his cock. She comes down on it smoothly, moaning loudly. This is exactly what she needed. REWRITE
The thick, blunt head of him stretches your hungry entrance, then your own wetness gives way, and he fills you in one relentless, burning slide. “Fucking hell, she’s tight,” Baldy gasps into your hair, his body locking rigid beneath you as you take him to the root, your inner muscles fluttering wildly around the sudden, delicious intrusion. You let your head fall back against his shoulder, a ragged moan tearing from your throat as you felt him buried impossibly deep, a solid heat that satisfies the itch.
You begin to move, rising up until just the tip remains inside, then dropping back down, setting a brutal, demanding pace from the very start. Your body needed the punishing rhythm, the raw friction erasing the lingering tremors from the brawl and the frantic chase through the neon-soaked alleys. Each descent hammered a shocked gasp from your lips, your own hands gripping his denim-clad thighs for leverage, the leather of your gloves creaking.
“That’s it, take it all, you power-hungry bitch,” Scorpion whispers, his eyes glassy with lust as he watches you bounce, Baldy’s thick shaft disappear into your slick, gripping cunt with every downward plunge. You hold his gaze defiantly, your hips pistoning faster, the wet slap of skin on skin drowning out the distant sirens. Baldy’s rough hands guide your motions, fingers biting into the soft flesh of your ass, helping you impale yourself on him again and again.