25. Match

Chapter Twenty-Five

MATCH

The entire ride back up to the sixteenth floor was in strained silence with Layne’s anger rolling off her like a summer storm. When the elevator doors slid open, she stalked down the hallway until she pulled out the keycard to open room 1621 and stepped inside. She didn’t bother checking if the guys followed, she merely assumed that they would since that was what they were seemingly best at.

Once Joey and Gage were in the room with her, she slammed the door shut behind them.

“Who the fuck was that downstairs?” Joey turned to immediately jump onto the topic he was interested in most. Jealous? Joey? Never.

Layne stood there staring at both of them, her blood pressure spiking through the damn roof. She tossed the motorcycle helmet onto the table with such force it didn’t bother staying, and instead slid right off and fell onto the floor with a thunk until it rolled across the dark gray carpet. She didn’t give a fuck about being gentle with much of anything right now.

Her hands jerked at the sleeves of her leather jacket, stripping it off and pitching it at a chair, revealing the white lace blouse underneath. With her temper being at an all-time high coupled with her stress, the room felt sweltering.

Ignoring Joey’s question, she tossed out her own, “How about we start with why the fuck you both are here? I told you both to stay back.”

Gage crossed his arms in front of his chest, “We gave you enough space before we followed you here. Nobody trailed us.”

“You don’t know that!” she screamed at him only imagining how all of this was going to blow up in her face if Liam got wind of what she was doing or who she was doing it with. “I told you both to leave me alone for a damn reason! What part of that did you not understand?!”

Barely clinging to any sense of calm, Joey shook his head. “You’re overreacting.”

That was probably the worst thing he could have said at that moment. “Do not talk to me about overreacting!” her voice remained elevated as she shouted at him.

Layne continued to lash into them, “You left me under the impression that you were going to do as I asked. I came here so that I could find a way to strike at one of Liam’s top guys without him seeing it coming. I jumped through fifty goddamn hoops to set up this meeting and you both were so willing to put it all in jeopardy!”

Leaning over to balance on one leg, she removed one shoe quickly followed by the other. Both shoes were angrily discarded to the side, but not after contemplating throwing them at both of her guys like she was playing the milk can game at a carnival.

It was Gage who made the first step towards her. She glared at him with the weight of violence in her eyes, stopping him from approaching unless he wanted to feel her wrath next.

Gage raised his hands up innocently and retreated from the step he had taken towards her. “What about the risk you were taking? Did you consider that?” He offered an opposing viewpoint.

“I took this risk so you both didn’t have to. The two of you have been so wrapped up in keeping me safe, and at what cost, hm?” She pointed at Joey. “You get fuckin’ shot, and you,” she pointed at Gage, “get drugged and into a car accident.”

She knew neither of those things were their fault, but it had all been attacks on her that had caused them suffering.

Her chest was aching at the thought of how all these things could have ended poorly. The thought of losing either of them would wreck her soul, especially if it was because of their involvement in her life. Tears began to prick at her eyes.

Forcing her voice to remain steady, ignoring the emotions shining in her eyes like morning dew on a clover, “When does it fucking stop? When one or all of us is dead?” The words barely made it out of her mouth.

The air was thick with silence as she stared at both of them, her question going unanswered. Finally, Joey’s shoulders relaxed seeing past her anger and straight to the fear behind her rage. “Layney, I’m not going to apolo⁠—”

“Shut up. Apologies aren’t what I need.” She plucked the taser from her hip and set it on the table before removing several knives that had been concealed underneath her clothes. The last item she drew was her firearm, the cool metal feeling comforting in her hand. Staring down at the semi-automatic, she shook her head wondering how her life had spiraled so out of control. Layne needed to snatch some of that control back.

Her eyes lifted from the weapon in her hand to the two men in front of her. “On your knees, both of you.” There was no uncertainty in her voice as she gave them both the order.

Slowly, Gage turned his head to Joey looking for some indication that his brother had heard the same thing as him. The way Layne was holding onto the gun made him wonder if she was planning on fucking shooting them both.

Joey didn’t take his eyes off Layne before he dropped down to his knees, his hands hanging down loosely between his thighs. He sat back on his feet seeming all too willing to let Layne do as she wanted.

After seeing Joey lower himself, Gage mirrored the action and stared at Layne trying to guess what was going on inside her head.

She walked around behind them and let them stew in their thoughts for a few minutes. Both of these bad boys could think about what they had done.

Setting the gun down quietly on the sofa behind her, she leaned over between them. Her hands grabbed them both by their sandy blonde hair and pulled their heads back so they were staring up at her.

“Dicks out,” she demanded.

Clear from the expression that washed over both their faces, it had been an unexpected turn of events. Being able to catch them both off guard by her request had Layne’s excitement at her core growing warmer by the second.

Complying, each opened up their pants and shoved at the waist of their underwear until she was greeted by the sight of both their cocks. Each thick length was growing harder before her eyes.

“Good boys,” she purred out in praise. Her hands shoved their heads forward roughly as she released her grip on them. “Now, I want you both to show me how you stroke your cocks when you’re thinking about me.”

She straightened and watched as Gage took his swords into his hand and began to work in long, slow movements. Her eyes glanced over at Joey and he was eagerly gliding his hand over his swollen cock at a slightly faster pace.

Layne leaned over and whispered into Joey’s ear, “You might want to slow down. If you come, you lose. And I plan for us to be here for a little while.” She smirked as he gave a quiet groan in response and pulled back on the pace of his hand.

Her teeth gave a light tug at the curve of his ear before she stepped between them, turning to watch their efforts. Layne’s desires were rising within her, prompting her to give a hard swallow to maintain her composure. She could feel her thong quickly getting soaked with her arousal as they both submissively followed her orders. Having them jerk themselves off because she said so unlocked something in Layne that she wasn’t even aware she enjoyed.

Gradually, her anger was melting now that she had them both finally listening to her. “Whose idea was it to follow me here?”

Joey piped up with a confession, “Mine.”

That wasn’t a huge surprise; her forever and always stalker. “Of course it was, you just can’t help yourself. Can you, Joey?”

She stepped in front of Gage. Her fingers settled underneath his bearded chin, tipping his head back gently to look up at her. “Looks like you’re up first.”

Barely touching his skin, she trailed her fingers down the center of his throat slowly. Her slender fingers wrapped around his silver chain peeking out of the collar of his tee, twisting it several times around two of her digits before tugging. “Up.”

His hand fell away from his inked cock as he stood. Layne used his necklace like a leash, leading him to the armchair within Joey’s sight. Turning Gage, she released his necklace and pushed him so he fell back into the chair.

Layne dropped down to her knees, shoving his muscled thighs apart so she could settle between them. Her fierce green eyes looked at Gage. “I want you to tell him how good I make you feel.”

It took an act of God for Gage not to push his luck and give Joey a cocky grin that he was going to get some action while his brother remained in the doghouse.

Layne took hold of his hard dick, her grasp at the base as she angled him toward her. Lowering her mouth over the rounded head of Gage’s cock, she sucked on him aggressively, refusing to be gentle. After taking several inches of his swords deeper into her mouth, Gage rested his head back against the chair and groaned out in pleasure.

“Baby, your mouth around my cock feels so good.” His hips pushed up towards her with increased need. His hand slid onto the side of her head as her lips sealed around his swollen length. Resisting the urge to grab her hair and force her head forward, he clutched tightly with his other hand on the arm of the chair he was in. “Fuck, I love what you can do with your mouth.”

Watching as Layne began to blow Gage had Joey’s need for any part of her body skyrocketing. His hand started to move faster over his dick until he remembered Layne’s warning, forcing him to painfully ease up. God, he knew just how good her throat felt and he would have done anything if it meant she would stop what she was doing and come suck his dick.

She continued to lower her greedy mouth down onto Gage, her tongue taunting the underside like a velvety snake. With each bob of her head, his hips pushed up to get rewarded with the tightness of pushing beyond her gag reflex.

His hand began to clutch harder onto Layne’s head. “Fuck, Layne, yes. Make me come, baby.” The desire was dripping off of Gage’s words as his pleasure began to shift into a frenzied need.

The feeling was taken away all too soon after he mentioned coming. Layne slid off him, her hand gliding up to the end of his cock that ached for release. Her thumb rubbed over the head, mixing her saliva with the precum leaking from his tip.

Gage whimpered, “Come on, don’t leave me hanging.”

Layne smirked as she removed her hand. “I’ll let you come when I decide you’ve earned it. You’re still in trouble for going along with Joey’s idea.” She pushed herself onto her feet, leaving him there wanting the one thing she refused to give him. His balls ached as she brought him so close to satisfaction only to rip it away at the last second.

For a split moment, Joey felt smug that he wasn’t the only one being toyed with by their girl. When Layne turned and approached him, he was certain that it was his turn in her mouth. However, when he started to get off his knees, she pushed him right back down again.

Lightly, she scolded him, “I didn’t tell you to get up. You have work to do.” His chocolate eyes stared up at her, begging so loudly for her touch he didn’t need to verbalize it.

Her hands tugged her shirt up over her head, dropping it at her feet. Next, she shimmied out of her jeans until all she was left standing in was a blush pink bra and panty set.

Without looking behind her, she gave Gage his next order. “Gage, back as you were on your knees for me with your hand back on your cock.”

Following instructions, her Daddy was behaving so nicely for her even though he was never the one in their relationship taking orders.

“Looks like someone is finally getting a taste of how it feels to be the sub,” Joey smirked as he glanced over at Gage who was no longer asserting himself as the Dom here.

Grabbing Joey’s jaw, Layne turned his gaze back towards her. “And you’re going to learn what happens when you run that bratty mouth of yours.”

Taking two handfuls of Joey’s hair to balance herself, she draped a leg over his shoulder while she balanced on the other. Layne gave a giddy grin. “My turn to feel good.” She urged his face towards her waiting pussy.

More than happy to get a taste of her, Joey shifted the crotch of her thong to the side and dove into the sensual buffet that waited for his mouth. His tongue immediately lapped at her sweet arousal. If he ever ended up on death row, he’d want Layne to be his last meal.

She moaned out at the first contact, her hips grinding up against his lips. Each movement was a mix of sensations coming from the coarseness of his stubble, his punishing lips, and the firm flexing of his tongue. “Oh God, yes…” Her head tipped back as the sinful vibrations of pleasure coursed throughout her body.

Gage was left to watch and listen as Joey got to indulge in Layne’s body, while he only imagined what it would be like to be balls deep in her while she made those delicious sounds. His hand squeezed his cock tighter at the thought.

Joey’s hands came up to hold her steady, his fingers digging into her ass cheeks while he reveled in the taste of her cunt on his taste buds. Every moan she released drove him to taste even more of her.

The sensation of a groan of approval from Joey had her body beginning to shake as her release queued up. Gasping for air between her pants she started to slip off that delicate edge. “Joey! Don’t stop!” Her hands fisted his hair tightly to make sure he didn’t draw back from her.

Taking advantage of her current state, Joey took it upon himself to inch one of his fingers into the tight hole of her ass only far enough to send her careening into her orgasm.

She screamed out as she came, feeling her heated core bear down while her cum got devoured by Joey.

His scalp was nearly on fire the way Layne’s hands were tugging on his hair, and it only fueled his need for her. She could ride his mouth like a fucking pony if it meant hearing her orgasm ricochet throughout her body like this.

Layne’s breaths came out hard as she tried to reel herself back in from the ecstasy attempting to lull her into a sedative state. It was Gage’s groans as his hand twisted along his cock that brought her mind back to dealing with these two. They both needed to learn their lesson of how to listen to her.

Her fists slowly unfurled to let go of Joey’s locks of hair, pushing his hands away from her ass. Carefully, she removed her thigh from his shoulder and stepped back from him on shaky legs.

With the satisfaction still saturating her eyes, she looked down at him and tried to bite back her smile. “I didn’t give you permission to touch my ass like that.”

“It was worth it,” he responded with a sly grin before he sucked off the taste of her from the finger he had used on her back door.

“We’ll see if you still feel that way in a few minutes. Both of you, strip and get on the bed.” No sooner had she said it than they were both rushing to shed all their clothes and wait for her in the bedroom.

Ditching her bra and panties so she was equally as naked, she followed them to the edge of the mattress and took a moment to enjoy the sight laid out before her. Both men lying there ready for her with their cocks harder than steel in anticipation. All of their tattooed images on display across their flesh for her to admire.

She crawled onto the bed between them with a mischievous sparkle in her green hues. “For both of you not listening to me earlier tonight, neither of you will get to come. Joey, since you couldn’t be a good boy, you get to watch me fuck Gage since he knows how to keep his hands to himself.”

Before Gage could settle in and gloat, she issued her warning to him. “I’m fucking you for me, not for you. I’m the one in charge tonight. Do you understand?”

He still couldn’t help but grin like a fool as he cheekily replied, “Yes, Mistress.”

Layne straddled Gage’s hips and roughly grabbed his arms, shoving them above his head. She looked over at Joey, “Make sure his hands stay right where they are.”

Joey should have been a lot grumpier that he wasn’t the one getting fucked, but at least he got a front-row seat to watching Layne take Gage’s cock without the intention of giving him a happy ending. Seated near the headboard above his brother’s head, he grabbed Gage’s wrists and tightly restrained them.

“Damn, ease up asshole, you don’t need to hold them that tightly,” Gage complained as Joey intentionally went above and beyond the call of duty.

Before Gage could continue to bitch, Layne guided his thick tattooed cock into her tight pussy. He gave a husky groan as he felt himself disappearing into her.

She echoed the same level of pleasure, her face shifting as she felt the fullness deep within her. Rocking her hips she began to ride him, beginning the chase for her own climax.

“That’s it, baby. Show me how you can tame my cock,” Gage moaned out.

With one hand planted on his firm chest, she clamped the other down over his mouth. “Mmm, Gage, I don’t want to hear your filthy mouth right now.”

Gage’s restraint was slowly crumbling as he pushed his hips up to get his cock further up into her. His hot and heavy breaths got trapped under Layne’s palm.

Wrapped up in her cloud nine of pleasure, Layne missed the exchange of looks between the guys. Just as she was finding her rhythm, the dynamics shifted hard and fast.

Joey released Gage’s wrists, allowing him to roll over and use his weight to pin Layne underneath his body. She shrieked out in surprise at the sudden change of position. Taking advantage of her surprise, Joey captured her wrists, holding them in his firm grip as he kept his front-row seat at the head of the bed.

Not waiting for her to begin to yell at either of them, Gage began bucking his hips, ramming his cock into her. Each hard thrust jostled her body against the mattress as she moaned out, her full tits bouncing on her chest wildly.

“Did you really think I was going to let you dictate when I get to come, baby?” Gage huffed out between each of his movements as his dick slammed its full length into her repeatedly.

Her loud moans were strung together as she writhed and squirmed, her narrow wrists engulfed in Joey’s hold that prevented her from gaining any leverage after this sudden mutiny.

Layne shook her head at Gage, “No.”

With his Dom voice dropping a register, Gage dragged his lips over hers. “No, what?”

“No, Daddy!” she cried out as her orgasm was preparing to violently erupt inside of her.

“You better sing my favorite fuckin’ song while you soak my dick with your cum, Layne.” Gage firmly ordered her as he pounded into her body, their flesh smacking together. The tip of his cock was relentless as it jabbed at the especially sensitive spot inside of her.

The closer she got, the more she fought and trembled against Joey’s restraint. Her toes curled as her legs began to kick at the mounting pressure that she was unable to escape.

Gage’s hands clamped down onto her thighs. He had her legs pinned wide open as he watched his cock shine with the wetness from her body every time he withdrew it before shoving it back inside of her.

It only took a few more strokes of his dick before her cunt spasmed around him and she ferally screamed out. Her release took her hard. It was taking everything Gage had not to unload into her right then and there.

“Fuck! Layne!” He groaned, continuing to try to hold his shit together, his own body on the verge of shaking. As Layne rode her burst of pleasure, her walls continued squeezing onto Gage’s cock. Grinding himself into her depths he tensed up as he yelled out as his seed flooded into her.

Panting heavily, Gage eased out of her and collapsed down onto his back at her side. Layne lay there blissfully like a well-used ragdoll. It made it easy for the guys to shift her so her back was on Gage’s chest with his half-hard cock nestled against her ass.

Joey took up the space between her legs, draping them over the crooks of his arms. He had enough of the taunting and teasing she had done earlier; it was his turn to get his fix of her. The sight of his brother’s cum slowly leaking from her pussy had his cock twitching as it felt like it was growing beyond the hardest he had ever felt it.

Breathlessly, she lay there with heavy eyes from the residual high her body had just surrendered to. “Both of you are shitty subs,” she teased while lazily smiling.

Smirking, Joey used the round head of his cock to collect some of the escaped white fluid from her pussy and push it back into her entrance. “Layney, don’t act like you don’t fuckin’ love it when we take any part of you the way we want.”

Feeling him barely inside of her, she whimpered.

Gage’s hands ran over her body, one traveling south to her clit and the other up over her stomach until he roughly grabbed her breast. He whispered into her ear from behind, “You’ve been a naughty fuckin’ girl, baby. The second I’m fully hard again, you better prepare your tight little ass.” His fingers pinched at her stiff nipple, causing her to let out a small yelp.

Seeing Gage’s fingers begin to circle Layne’s sensitive bundle of nerves, Joey slowly sank into her. Fuck, he loved how wet she was right now and he wanted nothing more than to add his own cum to the mix. “I’m going to fuck the good girl back into you even if it takes me all goddamn night, Layne.”

Between the two of them, Layne’s antsy movements got her nowhere as they both focused on different parts of her body. Her body felt on fire from the overload of sexual stimulation she was receiving.

The way Joey pulled his cock back out so incredibly and intentionally slow had Layne whimpering at the loss of being full.

“What was that, Layney?” He smiled as he held his hips still, letting her yearn for him a little longer.

Gage’s hand moved across to her other breast, twisting the nipple between his fingers. Everything they did to her body, left her barely able to find words.

“I need your cock,” she finally managed to let out in a heated whisper.

“You didn’t want it earlier,” he grinned as he gave her the shallowest little fuck as his hips made tiny thrusts at her opening.

She groaned desperately. Each tease of her body left her nearly in tears at the intense ache at her core. “Damn it, Joey, please!”

There was a rumble coming from Gage’s chest against her back as he quietly chuckled at how much she wanted things her way.

Joey leaned over and locked his lips against her mouth, kissing her roughly. Her moans soaked into his mouth as she still wiggled between the two guys.

Barely separating their lips, Joey gazed down into Layne’s eyes as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Layney, when are you ever going to learn? I’m always going to come for you. There is nothing you can do to stop me from making sure you always stay ours.”

With that declaration he drilled his cock into her, groaning out at how readily her body drew him in.

As Joey filled her greedy pussy and began to fuck some sense into her, Gage’s dick was rapidly getting harder being pressed against the warmth of her ass. It had his cock quickly recovering at the way she moved with each of Joey’s pushes into her body.

Gage growled from behind her, “How’s it feel when your bad boys take care of you, baby?” His fingers continued their massage of her clit. He whispered into her ear, “You’ll always be ours, Layne.”

Layne’s body was trembling as she watched Joey’s body take control of her own. No one could give her pleasure the way both of them did, whether they fucked her separately or together. As pissed as she had been that they could have fucked everything up today, a part of her deep down was glad they had.

She was theirs in every possible way. Now her job was to make sure it stayed that way. Up ’til this point, Layne had been doing things all wrong. Instead of worrying about pushing them away to keep them safe, she needed to keep them closer than ever.

The three of them were the perfect match, and together they would watch Liam’s world burn.