Four Strikes: A Dark Erotic Billionaire Menage Short (The Game Book 4)

  Four Strikes

  Chapter

  My body is burning up. I shift in the bed, my bare skin slipping across the silk sheets as I stretch. My palm lands on something warm and hard. I slowly open my eyes to Tobias' distinct profile, eyes closed, head on the pillow. The other side of the bed dips. Preston groans and his arm wraps around my waist before he tugs me flush against his warm body.

  "Good morning, sweet Ella." He gently kisses my cheek and my nipples instantly tighten. I swallow as I move underneath the sheets. His hand creeps over my hip and down, down, down. My pulse quickens. I turn towards him and every inch of his warm skin bleeds into mine. The sun shines through the sheer curtains, illuminating his rugged silhouette. "So pretty, Ella," he whispers just before his mouth dips down to my breast, his hot lips closing around my peaked nipple.

  I throw my head back on the pillow and lace my fingers through Preston's hair as he bites down on my nipple. Tobias stirs beside me, stretching and then I feel soft kisses being peppered along my spine. Before I can react, Tobias fists my hair and yanks my head back, forcing my face away from Preston and toward him. "You wouldn't dare play without me, now would you, little lamb?" He leans down and nips at my neck.

  Preston on my breast, Tobias at my throat, their hands roaming in a wickedly sensual dance all over my naked body.

  Every touch ignites a fire, wild and ravaging, inside me. I feel feral and tempting when the two of them are on me like this. There's a primitive tension, a haunting electricity buzzing through the air. I am no one to anyone except them. I have no obligations, no concerns. I have nothing but them and this. The two devils at my side taunting me with the pretty flames of hell, and all I want is to burn with them. To be owned by them, for what else do I have? Nothing. They are now my only reality, and as fucked up as that is, it's beautifully freeing.

  Tobias continues to kiss down my back, over my ass, and then he grabs my cheeks and spreads them apart, blowing a hot breath across my asshole. I bite down on my lip. I want him to lick it because it's filthy and I want to be their dirty little toy. Preston works his way down my stomach, trailing his tongue over my heated skin. He sinks lower as Tobias spreads my cheeks farther apart, breathing a long breath over my asshole. The warmth of Preston's tongue flicks over my clit and I moan. Tobias' teases me with staggered breaths. A groan here, a moan there. Preston lifts my leg, placing it on his shoulder before he gives my pussy one long lick. "You taste so sweet, sweet Ella." He kisses my clit before fucking me with his tongue, hard and fast.

  Tobias' grip on my ass cheeks tightens and he groans. "Such a pretty, tight little asshole," he whispers. His nose brushes my cheek and my body tenses. "This is mine. No one else's, not even Preston's," he says before he licks over my ass, circling his tongue. My back bows from the sensation and my fingers tangle in Preston's thick hair.

  "Ella," Preston says. I glance between my thighs at him, his lip rolling over my clit. "Do you like to be dirty, Ella?"

  "She wants to be filthy," Tobias says before he licks me again. I wiggle between their two hard bodies. "Squirm, little lamb." He laughs against my ass. "Squirm."

  I fist at Preston's hair, forcing his face against my pussy as I slowly grind over his mouth. Tobias' fingers dig into my flesh before he moves away from my ass, crawling up behind me. His heated breath blows across my neck, but I'm lost in the way Preston's mouth is caressing me, the prickling tension that's building with each lick of his tongue.

  "Ella," Tobias whispers before he nips at my ear. "I want you to come. Make her come, Preston."

  Tobias pinches my nipple between his thick fingers, twisting and turning. I throw my head back, spreading my legs wider as I tug at Preston's hair. The course stubble on his jaw brushes against me as I frantically grind over his face, the sensation driving me mad. I moan. He licks and sucks. Tobias kisses over my breasts, his hands skimming my waist as his hot skin presses against my back. "Come, little lamb. Come on his tongue."

  Heat slowly paints its way over me and I fall over the cliff, blissfully unaware of anything but the two of them. A violent wave of endorphins rushes through me like a hit of herion, and Preston continues to suck on my clit. When I can't manage one more touch, I shove his head away, my arms falling limply at my sides as I catch my breath.

  I feel Preston move away from me, and I open my eyes to see both he and Tobias, naked and leaning over me, watching me, studying me. Always studying me.

  "You were so good last night, Ella," Tobias says, smiling proudly as he brushes a fingertip over my cheek.

  "You were perfect," Preston says.

  "And as a reward, we want to give you something you want." Tobias pauses, his green eyes setting on me. "What do you want, little lamb?"

  I could say so many things. I should say so many things, but the depraved little being that's clawing its way out from inside me wants what she wants. I allow my gaze to drift back and forth between Tobias and Preston, my eyes roaming over their naked bodies—their hard cocks standing at attention. I remember how filthy and hot it was to watch them suck on each other, to see them lose themselves last night. Something about a man who is that free with his sexuality surprisingly serves as the greatest aphrodisiac, and not even that, but the fact that, at this moment, I can tell them to touch each other, suck each other, fuck each other—that power over two men as dominant and beautiful as them, I'm certain that's a high unlike any other. Sex and power. Power and sex and dirty little games...

  Tobias glances at Preston, smirking before he looks back at me. Without a word, Tobias grabs Preston's hand and places it on his cock. "Is this what you want, hmm?" He forces Preston's hand up and down over the length of his dick. "Do you want to see two men together?"

  "Yes..." I whisper, my heart hammering against my ribs as I watch Tobias grab Preston's jaw and drag him against him. Their lips connect, tongues clashing against each other. Preston's free hand grabs at Tobias' head in a desperate bid to bring him closer. The way their hard chests press against each other, the way the sunlight bounces from their taut muscles bunching and flexing—it's unlike anything I've ever seen. There is a feeling to this, a tension, a want, a need, primal and passionate. And dare I say, it is beautiful, the masculinity of it all. Tobias fists Preston's cock on a groan. Preston hisses in a breath.

  Tobias' green eyes cut over to me as Preston's lips work their way down Tobias' throat. His eyes never move from mine as Preston makes his way down his chest and stomach, down to his cock. My breath catches when the thick head of Tobias' dick disappears inside Preston's mouth. Preston looks up at me as he sucks away at his cock.

  Tobias moans, his fingers grabbing at Preston's thick blond hair. "Do you want him to suck me, or do you want me to fuck him in the ass, Ella? Your call", he says on a deep-seated groan.

  I bite at my lip, sitting up in the bed. "I want you to fuck him," I say.

  "Very well." Tobias shoves Preston's mouth away from his cock and fists it as he lays back onto the pillow.

  Preston places his palms and knees on the mattress, a satisfied smirk plastered on his face. With his free hand Tobias pats the top of his thigh. "Come here, little lamb," he says, "I need you to make it wet." Before I can react, he grabs my arm and yanks me down. Sitting up, he grabs me by the waist and sets me in his lap, his strong arms wrapping around me like a snake. His face is right in front of me, his eyes locked with mine. "Make it wet," he whispers, sliding his cock back and forth underneath me. "Put me inside you, Ella."

  With one movement, I slide him inside of me. The warmth of
him stretching me causes my eyes to slam shut.

  "So fucking wet, Ella, does it turn you on to see my cock in his mouth?

  I grind over him, my breasts brushing against his chest. He feels so right. So good. So—

  "Fuck you feel so good," he whispers against my neck, burying his head into my shoulder as his grip tightens around my back. "I just want to...fuck—your pussy is just right." In one swift movement, he flips me onto my back, slamming into me over and over. "

  I feel the heat building, as I'm tiptoeing toward that edge, he pulls out and turns around. Quickly, I prop myself up with my hands, watching as he crawls across the bed toward Preston.

  Tobias slaps his hand over Preston's ass, the resounding clap echoing around the room. "Give me that tight asshole," Tobias says in a growl, grabbing Preston's ass cheeks and spreading them apart. Tobias glances over his shoulder at me, the sunlight catching in the green of his eyes. "Is this what you want, Ella? Watch it."

  Tobias sinks his thumb into Preston's ass and Preston hangs his head on a heavy breath, the slightest bow forming in the middle of his back. "Tell me you want my cock, Preston."

  "Fuck," Preston groans as Tobias pulls his thumb out and slides two fingers inside.

  "Fucking tell me, Preston."

  Preston sits up on his knees, reaches behind him, grabs Tobias' cock, and shoves it toward his ass, backing up on it. "You want to fuck me, Tobias?" There's a taunting undertone to Preston's voice. "I said, do you want fuck me?"

  Tobias reaches up, wrapping his hand around Preston's thick throat as he drags his body to his. Preston's back is against Tobias' hard chest, both their shoulders rising in ragged swells. "Beg me," Tobias growls before he nips at Preston's ear.

  "I'm not fucking begging you." I watch as Preston shoves Tobias' cock inside him. "You'll fuck me regardless." A short-lived grimmace flickers across his face and Tobias' entire body seems to relax as his eyes slowly close on a groan. Tobias' fingers spread out on Preston's throat, inching toward his jaw before he drags his face to his in a desperate kiss. Preston reaches up, wrapping his arm around Tobias' neck.

  I swallow, watching each movement, listening to each hard breath, each moan, completely lost within the sight of these two men giving into each other. Tobias pulls back before thrusting deep and hard into Preston. "Fuck," he says through clenched teeth as he pauses.

  Preston fists his own dick, frantically stroking over it. "Fuck me harder," Preston whispers, the pleading tone to his voice sending chill bumps scattering across my naked flesh.

  Tobias bites on his bottom lip as he drags his eyes open, his sultry gaze locking on me. "Do you like this, little lamb?" He leans down and runs his tongue along the side of Preston's throat, all the while his eyes still glued to mine. "Do you like to watch me fuck him?"

  Preston's now looking at me, watching me watch them. My nipples tighten and the pull between my thighs is nearly unbearable. I'm hot and desperate. All I want to do is touch them. My eyes trail over their bodies, their hard muscles and tanned skin, but it's their expressions that really get me. The absolute lust, pleasure, the want so evident on their faces—that's what makes me come unhinged and I find myself crawling across the bed toward them. The slightest smirk flickers across Tobias' face. "Want to play, little lamb?" he asks.

  "Yes, come play with us, sweet Ella," Preston unwinds his arm from around Tobias' neck and reaches for me, his other hand still stroking his cock. His hand is so warm on my skin. "Come here."

  Tobias shifts, stretching out his legs as he sits down with Preston now in his lap. Preston tugs at me and I follow his pull, straddling his lap and slowly lowering myself onto his cock. With each of Tobias' thrusts, Preston pushes into me. Tobias' hands reach around us both and he fists my hair, pulling my head to the side. Preston's warm lips skirt over my neck, his hand slowly circling around my throat. "This is perfect, Ella. We're perfect together."

  I close my eyes, giving into the two men toying with me. Tobias tugs on my hair, Preston's fingers twitch over my throat. Tobias fucks Preston hard, pushing his body up and forcing Preston's dick so far inside me. Preston's hands fall to my shoulder, his fingers digging into my skin. Tobias' movements grow more feral more animalistic and, in turn, Preston begins thrusting into me harder, deeper.

  "Watch him come, Ella," Tobias says with a growl, and I open my eyes.

  Preston's head is tossed back against Tobias' shoulder and Tobias' gaze is locked on me, his jaw clenching. I watch as Preston's lips part, his hands gripping my shoulders so tight as he bucks up, groaning and swearing, and then, I can't help myself, that warmth spreads throughout my body, a sensual tingle of tainted lust and pleasure electrifying every last inch of my skin, spotting my vision. I hear Tobias groan and he's falling back on the bed, dragging both me and Preston down with him. And here the three of us lay, naked and breathless, tangled together in the most forbidden of circumstances. Taboo and tainted.

  "Could you be more perfect, little lamb?" Tobias pants.

  I lie, catching my breath with both men trailing their fingers over me, staring at me, making me feel like I'm their entire world. Like I am theirs.

  And the bad thing is, I want to be theirs.

  WHAT DO THEY DO HERE?

  Chapter

  The car turns off the interstate, curving around the hairpin turn as we weave between the old city buildings, most of them with broken windows. Signs are faded. The shredded pieces of billboards flop in the breeze. The streets are lined with rusted cars, dented and smashed. The car bumps over pothole after pothole, my nerves rattling with each sudden jolt.

  Tobias stares through the window, his face completely flat. Preston looks at me and smiles. "It's okay, sweet Ella. We won't let you get hurt."

  The car rolls to a stop not far from a homeless shelter. Preston opens the door and steps out, giving me his hand to help me out. Tobias follows behind me and closes the door, instructing the driver to wait here. I want to ask where we are going, but rules...

  Preston holds out his arm and I take it. Tobias pulls a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. The sweet scent of sage drifts over to me when the thick cloud of smoke rolls from his lips. "The world is full of people," Tobias says. "Some are important, other's are not." We stop in front of an alley, the smell of urine and garbage heavy in the air. Tobias' hand wraps around the back of my neck and his thumb strokes in gentle circles against my skin.

  "Do you know why we're here, little lamb?" Tobias asks. I shake my head and Preston lets out a low chuckle.

  "This is game number four, sweet Ella." He slowly steps in front of me. One hand is thrust deep into the pocket of his slacks, and when he moves his suit jacket parts, revealing the perfectly fitted shirt underneath. A smile pulls at his lips, making my heart beat faster in both excitement and fear. "I ask you this, what do you think your life is worth, sweet Ella?"

  What is my life worth? It's a question I don't want to answer, because the truth is: it's worth nothing."Words, Ella, use words," Tobias says, his tone bristling with impatience.

  "I don't know," I whisper and he frowns.

  "Tsk-tsk." Tobias shakes his head. "If you don't know it's worth, it must be menial." A slow smirk works its way across his lips.

  "Nothing," I whisper.

  Preston brushes his fingers along the side of my neck. "You're worth nothing to anyone but us."

  The words hit me hard, but I somehow manage to keep my expression void of any feelings.

  "If it weren't for us," Tobias says, "would you even want to go on living? I know you thought about jumping last night. Did you wonder what it would be like to not exist, to not worry about how pitiful you actually are?"

  "Yes," I answer honestly. I did. My life is nothing more than a twisted pile of rubble, unwanted and ugly. This is all I have, they are all I have. How pitiful have I become to find salvation in men such as these. And worse, I want them. I need them and slowly, bit by bit, piece by piece, I'm losing myself to that. I'm finding it harder and
harder to convince myself that this is wrong. As the days go by, I'm losing my grasp on reality, on the fact that this is a game. It's all just a sick game.

  "I'm so glad you didn't jump," Preston says before kissing my cheek. "I like having you to play with."

  Tobias laughs. "My pitiful little lamb, she wanted to throw herself on the altar, Preston. Sacrifice her meaningless existence, but she didn't. Ella, why didn't you jump?"

  "Because you had us?" Preston asks.

  "Because you had salvation?" Tobias says.

  "I didn't want to die," I say on a hoarse whisper. It's pathetic really, the way that basic survival instinct pushes you to live, to go on even with nothing to go on for.

  "But where you ever really living, Ella?" Tobias grabs my chin and forces me to look into those swirling green eyes of his. "I mean, really. You went to your dull little job making barely over sixty thousand a year. You were with a guy who fucked around on you—"

  "Lots of people do that," I say, struggling to speak with his hand clamped around my jaw. Lots of people work jobs they don't like and have boyfriends who treat them like shit. I doesn't make me a bad person. It just means....what? It means that I'm pathetic, one of life's statistical averages.

  He smiles and a deep laugh works its way up his throat. "Yes, lots of people merely exist." His eyes flare with that word. "There are plenty of inferior people."

  Preston smirks and sweeps his hand over my collarbone. "You don't want to be inferior, sweet Ella, you really are too beautiful for that."

  My pulse slowly picks up it's pace as both Tobias and Preston circle around me like vultures.

  Tobias inhales on his cigarette. "You are too perfect for all that," he whispers, smoke billowing from his mouth. "And you taste much too sweet to be treated like waste. A diamond in the rough, my little lamb, that is what you are."

  "You deserve more. You deserve to be superior," Preston says, stepping close to me. "You deserve to be like us, sweet Ella," he breathes the words against my throat before kissing it, nipping at my sensitive flesh. Tobias trails his fingers over my arm and, for a moment, I forget were standing in a filthy alleyway. I forget everything around me is desolate and ugly because all I can see is them. All I hear is them telling me I'm better. Superior. Telling me that I am worthy of them, of their affection, their desire, their respect. Beautiful lies that I want so badly to believe.