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"Ah, ladies, sorry I can't-”
"You're not single anymore?" Colt suddenly piped up.
“No, no… still single…" Carmelo stuttered through a sharp intake of breath, as the brunette lady grabbed a handful of his shirt and yanked. Buttons pinged off.
"Oh fuck." Carmelo winced, aware of his swollen dick now digging into his trousers.
"Has it been a while, Sergeant?" Ash leaned in close to Carmelo’s ear.
Carmelo felt nimble female hands now undoing his trousers, the teeth of the zipper coming undone one at a time.
"Ah..." he had to focus to continue to talk, desire and heat colored his face. "Yes, yes... it has..." he wheezed, as the blonde lady planted a kiss right on his cheek. The brunette went straight for his lips and kissed him while the dark haired lady didn't hesitate to suck a hickey on his neck. Carmelo groaned.
"Too bad." Ash smiled mischievously. Carmelo closed his eyes, but then snapped them open when he felt his utility belt coming off.
"Ladies, this is dangerous equipment here-" Carmelo tried to express his concern, his thoughts going to his gun, his taser.
Colt shrugged. "The girls can handle that,” he said, nonchalant.
“Colt, at least take my gun, my taser, someone could get hurt-”
Colt shrugged again. “Maybe you’ll like it.”
"I’ll help you with your… dangerous equipment, sugar…”
"No, I'm not joking -" Carmelo tried to remain in control but it was as futile as holding a handful of sand on the beach. He felt grains of his resolve trickling out from between his fingers.
"So will I, baby, you think we don’t know how to handle that? You’re fully loaded, big, hard-"
"Oh fuck Christ," Carmelo breathed, eyes rolling to the back of his head.
He heard Colt’s voice in his ear now. “I told you, Ash is so good at punishment." Colt chuckled darkly.
Carmelo forced his lungs to breathe air in. He opened his eyes and stared at his reflection in the mirror behind the bar. He had a perfect pink lipstick kiss mark on his cheek, a smear of bright red lipstick all over his own lips and chin. A purple love bite shining strongly by his Adam's apple. His hat was on the head of a lady now licking down his chest, exposed as the tatters of his shirt hung off his shoulders. His pants were around his ankles, his dick hard and oozing a little wet patch of pre-cum onto his silk navy blue boxers. Fuck him. He heard a click and realized the blonde had clicked his handcuffs, one on his wrist, one on hers. The lady with the short hair took his utility belt off and flipped it over her shoulder. She handled the gun like she knew exactly what she was doing. She emptied the bullets out onto the floor. Carmelo sighed, the immediate danger removed at least, so he could relax and try to enjoy himself. The brunette yanked her top off and her full breasts bobbed in front of his face. Oh, he could relax and enjoy himself for sure.
"I’ll keep the handcuffs on when you fuck my throat later..."
"I'll let you fuck me, sugar, thrust that oh so dangerous equipment of yours in my hot, wet cunt..."
"While I lick your rim, have you ever had that, sugar?"
Carmelo reeled from the images flashing through his mind. This was wrong. Dangerous. But now he felt rising heat and tautness in his stomach, in his soul. Fuck. Things were about to get kinky.
Carmelo groaned, dragging his gaze over to Ash. "You dick, I’m going to fucking love this and I’ll never be happy with vanilla sex again after this, will I?"
"Nope," Ash chimed mirthfully. Ash reached up behind the bar and grabbed the bottle of whiskey Carmelo had been eyeing up earlier. He slapped it into Carmelo's open palm.
"Here, to wet your whistle after they've wet your..." Ash winked. Colt snickered and slapped Ash on the shoulder, congratulating him on a job well done.
"Ladies, take him up to a bedroom," Carmelo heard Colt's voice through his looming haze of arousal. "Sergeant, we don't want to see you this side of midnight," Colt instructed.
Carmelo gaped at them both as hands began to roam more freely and grope with purpose. "But it's not even lunchtime,” he wailed, half with despair, half with delight.
Colt shoved Carmelo on the back playfully, in the direction of the stairs to the bedrooms. "Welcome to the MC, pig.”
