Barred (5 page)

Kimberly stands in front of her mirror in the fourth outfit of the evening. This round of wardrobe consists of a red silk dress that fits her like a glove.  It has a slit in the back, coming to rest about mid-thigh to help her walk around easier. The stomach has ruching to hide any imperfections. The top has a sweetheart neckline to accentuate her bust, which is safely tucked in a Bombshell strapless bra from Victoria Secret.  The dress is so tight that wearing underwear is not an option, but she feels like a goddess in the dress so she chooses it for the evening.  She pairs the dress with a pair of black heels.  After she is satisfied, she looks at the clock. 
Shit.
  The guys will be here in five minutes.  She undoes the rollers in her hair and runs her fingers through the curls.  She takes one more look in the mirror before making her way down the short hallway to the living room.  The doorbell rings as if they knew she was just now finished. 

She opens the door to reveal both Emerson and Jonathon standing there, smiling.  Emerson looks every bit of tall, dark and handsome in his black suit with gray shirt.  Jonathon looks every bit of the guy next door with his brooding shoulders hidden by the light green button up and jeans he is wearing.  Both men look at her as if they could devour her where she stands.  She can’t help but smile, feeling like the prey.  The looks on their face show her that not only is she in control, but they want her just as much as she wants them. 

“Good evening, Kimberly.” Emerson says with a lift of his mouth.

“Good evening.  Thank you for my roses.  They were beautiful.” 

“You’re very welcome.”

“Jonathon.” 

“Hi milady.” He says swooping her up, bending her back and kissing her.

“Well.” She replies, trying to stand on her, now rubbery knees. 

Emerson grabs her hand to help steady her before guiding her to the car. He opens the door for her as Jonathon chuckles, sliding into the backseat. Kimberly gingerly slides into the seat, trying to make sure she doesn’t expose her non-clothed lady bits. 

“I like that you aren’t wearing panties.” Emerson leans in and whispers before shutting the door.  She watches in shock as he walks around the car, climbing into the seat beside her. 
How did he know?
  He gives her a boyish grin, which she finds rather pleasing.  He is always the more serious one of the two and she likes that he has some mischief in that personality. After a twenty minute drive, they arrive at a very nice restaurant.  Kimberly had been wanting to try the Habachi place out for months but there was always a huge waiting list to get into the door.  Jonathon walks her up to the door as the Maître d’ opens it to allow them access. 

“Nice to see you again Mr. Phillips.”

“Like wise Paul. How is the wife?”

“She’s great!  She wanted to thank you both for the crib set you got Gabe.” 

“Of course.  You both deserved it.”

Kimberly watches the exchange in awe. These two men, who were so secretive and kept out of the papers unless it was about winning a case, were saints.  They helped people who obviously needed it, and never once asked for recognition for it.  They walk through the Japanese themed foyer to a table in the back with a smaller hibachi table.  Emerson pulls out her chair, offering for her to sit as she looks around the room.  There are people all over the place but it’s still an intimate setting for a dinner. Kimberly is so in awe of the amazing architecture around the room, that she doesn’t notice when the waiter places a glass of wine in front of her. 

“So Kimberly, we don’t really know how to tell you this.” Emerson states, picking up his glass of wine.

“Tell me what?”

“Well, we both have looked over your case and we aren’t so sure we have a case.”  Jonathon replies.  Holding his hand up when she starts to protest.  “We aren’t going to give up, but we are just saying there is a pretty big chance that the outcome may not be in your favor.”

“So what am I supposed to do?  Go to jail because I cannot pay that type of money.  I would lose everything.”  She cries out before picking the wine glass up and slamming the contents down her throat. 

“No, we won’t let that happen.” Emerson retorts, ordering from the waiter before sending him on his way.

“I don’t understand.”

“We had a deal.  You continue to hold up your end of it, we will as well.”

“Emerson… I have no idea what you mean.”

“You won’t go to jail.  We won’t let it happen.”  He then leans into her, close enough to where she is the only one who can hear him.  “We both like fucking you too much to have you in jail.”  He pulls away, winking as he takes another sip from the glass. 

Their conversation is stopped when the man comes out with the tray full of food. Everything looks amazing, even if it hasn’t been cooked yet. He is wearing a red chef’s jacket and matching red hat.

“Good evening Mr. Phillips, Mr. Stanley and beautiful lady.”  He smiles as he shakes hands with Emerson and Jonathon.  He takes Kimberly’s hand and places a kiss to the top of it. 

“Hello Jeff.  How are the kids?”

“Getting big. Let’s get this show on the road.” He winks to take the sting out of the words. “Have you been here before miss?”

“No.”

“Well… well… well… you are in for a treat my dear. I’m the owner and proud to assist you tonight. If your food is not to your liking though, that guy over there owns the place.”  He winks, pointing to another man cooking a couple tables away.  Kimberly laughs as the man starts to cook their dinner.  She smiles and shows appreciation as Jeff works his talent on the stove top in front of them.  Jonathon watches her in fascination as Kimberly watches Jeff cook the foods. She claps as he makes a volcano of onions. Who knew someone could find it as appreciative as she did. Once the food has been cooked and each of them has caught a piece of cucumber in their mouths, Jeff leaves them to their food.

They eat in silence, but both men are growing uncomfortable listening to Kimberly groaning and moaning over how amazing the steak and chicken are. Jonathon squirms in his seat, trying to find a comfortable position to ease his straining cock.  Emerson on the other hand has another idea. 

“If you don’t stop all those sexy little noises coming from your mouth, we both will have you right here.  I don’t give a fuck whose watching.”  He says, grabbing her hand, placing it on his erection. 

“Sorry.”  She gasps before sliding her bottom lip between her teeth. 

Jonathon laughs while continuing to eat his dinner. This woman is a breath of fresh air. The day he met her in that elevator, he knew she would be trouble.  Now that he’s had her, he knows for sure that trouble could very well be her middle name.  They have light conversation as they finish up their meals.  Jonathon takes the check, paying as Emerson speaks with Jeff. 

“Would you like some dessert, Kimberly?” 

“Yes.  That would be nice.  Thank you Jonathon.”

“We can get some ice cream.” He says aloud but leans into her.  “I’d much rather have you for dessert.  Emerson got to taste you last night.  I didn’t.  I want my turn.” 

His eyes blaze with lust as Kimberly is instantly flooded with wetness between her legs. He lets out a chuckle, knowing that his words got to her. 

“Would you like that?” He questions, taking her hand, and guiding her through the crowded restaurant.

“Yes.” She lets out in a breathless whisper. 

“Well, let’s go make that happen.” 

She can’t help but laugh as a huge grin engulfs his face, revealing two dimples she didn’t even know existed, on his face.  They all talk on the way home, about Kimberly’s job, about the guys work.  Kimberly is surprised at just how easy the conversation flows between them all.  Before she even realizes it, Emerson has stopped the car in her driveway.  He comes around to let her out of the car. Climbing out, she looks at his face. 
Come on Kimberly just ask already.

”Would you two like to come in?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.” Jonathon replies from the back, opening the door. 

Emerson just smiles as he picks Kimberly up, bride-style, making his way to the door. 

Looks like my night just got way more interesting.
Kimberly thinks, handing Jonathon her keys.

Emerson walks Kimberly to the couch, sitting her down softly.  She doesn’t even have time to blink before Jonathon is between her legs, hands sliding up her thighs as Emerson slowly undresses in front of her.  She watches Emerson slowly take off his cuff links and unbutton his shirt, revealing the beautiful six-pack that adorns his abdomen. Just as he starts to slide the shirt off of his broad chest, she feels warm breath on her bare pussy.  She turns her gaze to Jonathon’s eyes, which are dilated with lust.  He leans in, inhaling her scent. 

“Smells so sweet.” Jonathon huskily says before leaning in, sliding his tongue through the slick folds in front of him. “Tastes fucking sweeter.”

She watches him as he devours her, acting like a man starved.  Just as she starts to reach for him to pull him deeper into her pussy, a hand reaches for her.  She looks up to see Emerson standing in front of her, his cock right in front of her face.  She looks at his face seeing the same amount of desire, that she is sure is reflected in her own eyes.  He grabs her chin, bending down, bringing his face close to hers.  She can smell the sweetness of the wine he had with dinner, on his breath.  She licks her lips, letting out a moan as Jonathon slides his tongue over her engorged clit.  Emerson smiles a mischievous grin before he slides his tongue over her now wet lips.  As she opens to grant him entrance, a breathy whimper escapes.  Emerson takes that as his cue and slides his tongue between her lips.  He grabs her hair in one of his hands, pulling her to him, dominating her with his lips. 

Jonathon slides his hands under her ass, pulling her towards the edge of the couch just a bit to grant him better access to her cunt.  She digs her nails into his hair while he slides a finger deep into her wet pussy. Just as she lets out a loud moan of appreciation, Emerson slides the tip of his cock into her mouth, muffling the noises.  She looks up into his eyes as she slides her left hand up his thigh to wrap around the shaft of his cock.  She flicks her tongue over the head, tasting the unique saltiness of him. He pulls her hair, making her take more of him into her mouth as he watches Jonathon devour her pussy.  Her hand strokes up the base of his cock while her mouth slides down to meet it. Before she can even decipher what his next step is, Emerson thrusts his hips forward, sliding his thick meat deep into her throat. 

She gags as he slides all nine inches into her mouth but that doesn’t stop Emerson from keeping her there.  His eyes locked on her own. Just as he pulls his hips back, letting her get her breath, she feels the stirrings of an orgasm brewing in her belly. She squirms underneath Jonathon’s attention. He slides another finger in, curling them up as she squirms.  Emerson keeps thrusting his hips, holding her hair, fucking her hot mouth.  She looks up at him as the sounds of her moans are muffled as she explodes around his cock.  Just as she is starting to come down from her orgasm, Emerson lets her hair go as Jonathon flips her over on the couch. 

“Hold on tight Kimberly.” Jonathon growls as Emerson grabs her hair again. He pulls her head up enough to look at her, lust brewing in his eyes.  She looks at the volatile look in his eyes and for a moment, she’s afraid she might be hurt, but then the look is gone.  She licks her lips wanting just what the two men in front of her can give her. As Emerson pulls her forward to his cock, Jonathon slams into her from behind.  A loud gasp escapes her lips before they are filled with nothing but Emerson.  The moans coming from both of them and the muffled sounds from her own mouth, send her into overdrive.  Her whole body tingling, watching the man before her thrusting into her. 

Jonathon slams into her like a piston as he watches her sucking Emerson. Most people would consider them crazy to even want to share a woman, but they both love it. It turns him on, being able to share this experience.  It makes it that much hotter.  Most women would say they wouldn’t want it but they are lying.  At least in his experiences, they are.  They act appalled until they get the real sense of the pleasure it provides them.  He slams into her again, over and over, both hands on her hips, pulling her into him harder.  He lifts his right hand and smacks the paleness of her ass.  Seeing his handprint starting to form is even hotter than he could have imagined.  She lets out a gasp around Emerson’s cock and Emerson smirks.  She liked it. 

“Like it rough do we Kimberly?” Jonathon asks, slamming into her again.  She shakes her head as he raises his hand again, bringing it down a little harder this time. As he does, her muscles clench around him, proving just how much she likes it.  He thrusts into her a couple more times before pulling out of her, knowing his release is coming.  He motions for Emerson as he moves to Kimberly’s head.  Emerson backs away and lines himself up with the opening of her pussy.  He grabs her hips and slams into her.