Page 5 of Her Bossy Bodyguards

I’d had sex with both of them last night, hadn’t I? I’d let them both take me and have me, not satisfied with just one cock. My cheeks burned with embarrassment at the thought, despite not having any memories of the tryst.

Kelly was going to lose her shit when she found out about this.

Just when I thought about grabbing my phone and texting my best friend with the update on my virgin status, I felt another hand sliding between my thighs, gently pushing them apart. I let out a loud moan as a thick, rough finger pushed deep inside of me, my wet pussy easily taking in the digit. I heard myself give a deep sigh as a second finger joined the first, just as thick and just as rough.

Fuck.

My pussy had never been stuffed like this before. Those two fingers were bigger than anything I’d ever tried to slide inside myself, and it felt like I was already filled to the brim. For a second, I thought about brushing the hand away, unsure if I was going to be able to handle it if the fingers started moving inside of me.

But as the digits began to push deeper, right before they slowly pulled almost all the way out, only to roughly push inside of me again, I gasped out of pure, unexpected pleasure.

“See? I told you that you were going to like the way I fingered you.” Zeke’s familiar laugh was right beside my ear, and he pressed a kiss into the side of my neck. “I think you like it even better than last night.”

“Zeke…” I moaned his name, his fingers still moving inside of me, filling me with their thrusts. “Did we…last night…”

“You don’t remember last night?” Zeke asked with a slight grin.

“No,” I admitted.

And Zeke’s grin grew even wider. “That’s okay. I don’t mind reminding you.”

“Zeke, wait—Oh my God!” I shouted in surprise as Zeke’s mouth was suddenly on my chest, his tongue swirling along one of my sensitive nipples as his fingers continued to work me from the inside out. And as I felt myself getting wetter for him, Zeke brought his free hand up to the other side of my chest, taking my exposed nipple between his fingertips, rolling the nub as he worked me with his fingers and mouth.

“Zeke…Zeke…” I whimpered, my body already on the verge of coming for him. “I can’t…I’m so close…”

“Are you two having fun without me again?” Kingston’s question came out playful as he stirred right beside me. He offered me a smile before he went on. “You look beautiful in the morning, too, huh? Of course, you do. You’re so fucking gorgeous, Natalie.”

I wanted to say something in response, but the only sound on my lips was a shuddering moan, my pussy tightening around Zeke’s fingers deep inside of me. King then reached a hand toward me, softly trailing his fingers down the side of my cheek. After that, he turned his attention over to Zeke, who was still playing with my body like he was already an expert when it came to every inch of my skin.

“When you two are done, it’s my turn,” King murmured with a small sigh. “Although, I’m not going to lie. I do love watching Natalie getting pounded. There’s just something about the look on her face, like she’s so innocent, even when she’s begging for it.”

“Especially when she’s begging for it.” Zeke chuckled, then brought his mouth back down to my breast.

“I’m not…I don’t…” I whimpered as I felt something inside of me finally hit its breaking point, my lower abdomen contracting with familiar waves. And then I was coming for Zeke, my pussy throbbing, my breasts so sensitive that even the air hitting my nipples was enough to make me tremble.

“My turn.” Kingston smiled as he shifted closer to my frame. Zeke’s fingers then casually slipped out of me, only to be replaced by Kingston’s own, his fingers just as rough and thick as Zeke’s.

I wokewith my panties absolutely soaked.

There was even a small stain underneath me where my wetness had seeped into the bedsheets. The worst part about it was that this wasn’t even the first time this had happened to me. I’d been having these sex dreams ever since I’d first met Zeke and King, but things had only gotten more intense once they’d started shadowing me day to day.

Which was weird because it wasn’t like we’d really talked to each other. In fact, we hadn’t spoken much since the day at the safe house, when they’d explained to my father and me that they’d be watching us around the clock. Since then, both guards had been keeping a respectful distance from me, following me either on foot or in their car, trying to make it seem like they weren’t following me at all.

So what the hell was wrong with me? Why was I fantasizing about losing my virginity to two complete strangers that I’d only met last week?

Maybe it was a psychological thing.

But it was also something that I needed to forget about for now, since I needed to get to my literature class on time. Putting thoughts of Zeke and Kingston out of my mind, I threw on a pair of jeans and an old T-shirt before I headed out the door of my apartment. And almost as soon as I started walking across campus, I noticed Zeke trailing me out of the corner of my eye.

Fuck.

Zeke. The star of my wet dream last night. Just by looking at him, I would’ve sworn that I was able to feel his fingers inside of me, his mouth on my breasts and neck. Suddenly feeling too overwhelmed to take another step, I leaned against a nearby building and forced myself to take in a few deep breaths.

What the hell was going on with me?

I hadn’t been this thrown off by a crush since middle school, when just the right smile from the right guy was enough to make me swoon. But Zeke hadn’t even smiled at me. Fuck, he hadn’t even acknowledged me. But it was like the mere sight of him was setting something off deep inside of me, something that resonated right between my thighs.

“This isn’t your stop, Ms. Hanson.”

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