Taken by Two (9 page)

“And, we’re all good. Plus, he reminded me that I have things to teach you, too. Things that I’m better at, like hand to hand combat.”

“What?” I nearly fell off the couch.

“We both agree that to keep you safe, we have to teach you the skills to take care of yourself. It’s tough out there, babe—we want to know that we’ve given you everything we have to give. It’s important, Penny.”

His words still rang in my ears…
Hand to hand combat
—
so much for my manicure!

That afternoon, after the guns were cleaned and Maria served lunch, I sat on the edge of Nate’s bed as the two men stood in front of me. I was nervous—the primal look in Rex’s eyes, the lustful need in Nate’s, told me they wanted me. “Undress, Penny,” Rex said with a snap of his finger. I stood, taking my new clothes off slowly and carefully laying them on the side of the bed. Rex loved the slow undress, and judging by the bulge forming in Nate’s jeans, he did too.

“I have a challenge for you, Princess,” Rex said. “Kneel in front of us.” I did as he asked. “If you can make us both come at the same time, using your hands and mouth only, then we’ll reward you with both of our tongues, at the same time, making you come.” Nate licked his lips and glanced over to Rex—he craved us both. “But,” Rex continued, “if we don’t come together, then you won’t be touched. Not by us, not by yourself. Do you understand?”

“Yes,” I gulped.

My hands shook as I reached up to open the button-fly of Rex’s soft jeans. Nate looked on lustily as I slowly pulled out Rex’s thick cock, hardening as I stroked it. Experience with these men had taught me that Rex was a slow burner, his passion building in intensity with time, whereas Nate was more of a firecracker—bursting into multiple explosions without tiring. Since the challenge was to make them come
at the same time
, I decided to pleasure Rex until Nate couldn’t take it much longer. The tip of my hungry tongue toyed with Rex’s shaft, running along the piercings that ran across it, as he lengthened.

Nate groaned, his fingers brushing across his hard cock, uncomfortably contained in his snug jeans. “It has to be all her, bro,” Rex said, nodding to Nate’s fingers. Nate bit his lip, his face lifting toward the ceiling in an attempt to not watch the erotic display of me licking Rex’s enormous cock. “Well played, Pen,” Nate grunted as he gave up on the idea of not watching—the pull was too strong. His lusty eyes fed on Rex’s cock being pleasured, my fingers stroking the swollen ridge emerging from the underside of his scrotum. Rex’s muscled legs braced in a V, he was getting close to release. I reached for Nate’s fly, unzipping his jeans and reaching into the soft cotton of his underwear to free his desperate cock.
“So ready,”
I mumbled. I wasn’t sure if I was allowed to speak, but technically Rex said using my hands and my mouth—he didn’t say in what capacity. I loved the physical differences between my two men—Rex was raw, natural, rough, whereas Nate was refined, smooth, groomed.

I kept my left hand grasped tightly to Rex’s throbbing cock as I turned my oral attention to Nate’s long, smooth cock—after a quick lick to his impeccably groomed balls. Nate was leaking salty fluid from his tip—it wouldn’t take much to send him over the edge. I sucked him in rhythm until he was on the brink before moving my yearning tongue back to Rex, sucking him quickly down my throat the way he liked. I felt Nate twitch in my hands, and I knew it was time. I pulled Rex’s cock, now hard as an iron bar, from my throat and let it rest just beyond my outstretched tongue. With both hands firmly stroking my two beautiful cocks, I let them both come all over my tongue—their orgasms so close they nearly rubbed the heads of their spewing cocks against each other.

I licked my lips before licking each man’s spent fluid from their tips, craving more of them, but desperate to be allowed to come. “Well done, Princess,” Rex’s deep voice said washing over me. “On the bed, legs open, up against the pillows. I want you to be able to watch.” I scurried to rest against the headboard, my neglected pussy dripping wet. Rex nodded to Nate, who crawled up to rest his head on my right thigh, his delicate nose sniffing at the scent of my arousal. “Go ahead,” Rex growled as he positioned himself on the bed, against my left leg. “She’s so fucking sweet,” Nate said after the first swipe of his warm tongue along the delicate flesh of my pussy, his words vibrating against my engorged clit. The two men were side by side, I struggled to open wide enough for two faces until they decided to toss my legs over their shoulders, mercilessly opening me to their assault.

The two teased me, licking, flicking, penetrating, and sucking while I watched, being reminded more than once to open my eyes and enjoy the show. Rex’s undiscriminating tongue licked me from my top to my virgin bottom, toying with me before moving back up to brush past Nate’s tongue on my clit. Tongues together, as one, they licked at each side of my hard, swollen clit until I shook with pleasure. Still clenching, I begged them to fuck me—I needed to be filled. Nate’s always-ready cock slammed into me, driving me to endless pleasure as Rex’s tongue continued to mercilessly toy with my sensitive clit. When Nate was finished, Rex took over, fighting exhaustion to have me one more time.

We spent the week together, each night ending in three tangled, satisfied bodies sharing Nate’s bed. I was sad the following week as Rex got ready to go back into the jungle. “I’m gonna miss you,” I pouted as Rex gathered the last of his gear. He set down his heavy backpack, and turned to me. “I’ll miss you like crazy, sweet Princess,” he kissed me. “But I’ve got to work. Thanks to you, this group arrived flawlessly and happy—happy until I tear them down,” he winked. “Keep running the office for me, and I’ll keep in touch the best I can.” I nodded, “I have some ideas for the next group’s arrivals—I was thinking we could bring them to Medellin instead of Bogotá, save ground transport time and money.” He smiled wide—that was the sort of detail work he hated. “I thought of that a while back, but the arrival lounge at Medellin is a bit ghetto.” I grinned—I loved working with Rex. It kept my boredom at bay, and I felt useful, needed for the first time. And, I was actually good at it. “Yes, but you are going to rent your own arrival lounge—a plush one that I’ll help you put together affordably. It’s still far cheaper than bringing them into Bogotá.” He reached for my chin, lowering his face to mine. “You’re smart, Penny. How did I live without you?” We kissed goodbye as Nate walked in.

“Okay, Rex, Rodrigo has the van loaded with the gear, and the new recruits are headed to base camp. Kick ass and take names, man.” Rex pulled on his heavy backpack and walked toward the door as we followed. “Have fun, my babies, but her virgin ass remains untouched, promise?” Nate nodded with a smirk. Rex’s wide palm cupped the side of my face as he leaned in for one last kiss on my forehead. I expected him to give Nate his standard rustling of the hair and pat on the back, but instead he repeated the exact same gesture with Nate—palm of his hand to the side of Nate’s angelic face, a quick peck of a kiss on his flawless forehead. Before we could process what just happened, he was gone.

We stared at the closed door for several long minutes. Nate eventually spoke, his fingers still on his forehead in the place Rex’s lips had been. “Holy shit, did that just happen?” he asked incredulously. I nodded, unable to speak. “I’m never washing my forehead again,” he joked.

Nate and I spent the week having sex, playing Xbox, having more sex, and training for the new badass-Penelope that the men wanted me to be. I was bruised from Nate trying to teach me how to escape from restraints. Unlike the shooting, I wasn’t a natural at it in any way. Rex called twice, and it sounded like his week was going smoothly, without the complications I caused during his last survival course.

But, by the sixth day, I was bored. I decided to spend some energy preparing for Rex’s return—I talked Maria into making his favorite foods, and I wanted to show off what I’d learned in his absence. As I looked through my outfits, I found the perfect dress to wear for him. Rex loved my curves to be wrapped in soft, billowy fabrics, so a gorgeous emerald green silk gown would be perfect. Except…it washed out my pale skin. With an idea in my impulsive head, I searched the expansive house until I found Nate.

“I need you to take me into town—I want to buy some makeup for Rex’s welcome home.”

He stared at me—my attempt at sounding casual didn’t work.

He shook his head slowly from side to side. “No way—you can’t leave the compound.”

“Ugh!” I stomped my foot like a toddler. “Why?” I whined.

“You can’t be recognized.”

“Coolio—we’ll disguise me. C’mon,
please
?” I tried to work the pouty lips on him.

“Penny,” he sighed, “Rex will kill me.”

“He won’t know. I’m going crazy in the house! You both said I’m not a prisoner—I live here. I can leave here as I please, Rex said so himself.”

“I’ll go get you makeup, babe. The village isn’t very big, there aren’t many choices anyway.”

“No, I want to pick it out. If you won’t take me, I’ll go alone.” I crossed my arms. I meant it—I was getting out of the house for a few hours, no matter what.

“Penny, you’re determined to get me into a lot of trouble. Come on, let’s find a hat. I think the gardener is small; his clothes might fit you. Keep that blonde mane of hair under the hat, and don’t take off the sunglasses.”

Half an hour later, with my disguise in place, Nate drove us to town in a pickup truck used by the landscapers. The village was small—I’d never seen anything like it. There were fruit stalls, vegetable vendors, a man selling live chickens, and a few small mom and pop type shops littering a dusty main road. “This is it?” I asked incredulously. “Yeah, we live out pretty remote, but it’s not that far to Medellin. That’s where the plane is, and if we need more supplies than the town can provide, that’s where we head. We also order stuff—delivery is pretty good. Your clothes came from Bogotá pretty quickly.”

We parked the truck along the side of the road and walked along a dirt path toward a small drugstore. “This is it, babe—all the makeup in the village.” We wandered the dusty store, the young woman behind the counter addressing Nate by name in English. “Juana, this is my cousin, James. Oh yeah, he’s here to go to Rex’s survival trek. Listen, we want to buy some cosmetics for a costume thing we’re having.” She smiled wide at Nate and scurried over, excited to have his attention and completely ignoring me. I pointed to a few things, and within fifteen minutes we were leaving the small shop with a paper sack full of drugstore makeup. I’d never been so excited about getting a ten dollar eyeliner in my life. In fact, I’d never actually worn a ten-dollar eyeliner.

“Happy now?” He slipped the paper sack into his rucksack. “Yes,” I nodded, leaning up to kiss him before he held his hand up to stop me. “Whoa, cousin James,” he reminded me. “Oops,” I giggled. “Let’s get some fruit salad,” he said, guiding me across the street to a fruit stand. “That sounds too healthy,” I moaned—I liked junk food. “Not this, you’ll see.”

“Do you speak much Spanish?”

“No, a few words here and there I’ve picked up. Rex is fluent, though.”

We walked up to the rickety wooden fruit stall. I wasn’t so sure I wanted to eat the food there. “Dos ensaladas de frutes, por favor,” he said to the vendor. The man put two large scoops of ice cream in two Styrofoam bowls, covered them in cream, added chopped fruit, and finished the concoction with some sort of creamy cheese. He put a plastic spoon in each and, after Nate paid for them, handed them to us. I was skeptical, but the treat was delicious. “I’d eat this every day,” I raved. “See? I’ll confess I’m not a huge fan of Colombian food, but there are some gems.” I took a big bite, and confessed, “I guess I expected tacos, margaritas, tortillas, and—”

“Penny, you do realize that Colombia is not in Mexico, right?”

“Yes, it’s just—I guess I’m not very well traveled when it comes to Central or South America. I’ve been to Europe, but my parents usually left me with nannies when they traveled.”

“I remember your mom,” Nate said, “she seemed like a decent lady. I’m sorry you lost her so young.”

“Me too,” I said with sadness. “Mom was amazing, but my father never really seemed to have much use for me, and as she got weaker with illness, he had less and less use for her, too.”

“That’s horrible. Listen, Penny, I don’t want to go into it here, but there’s stuff about your father that you’ll find out that will shock you. His business…Well, I’ll just say he’s involved in some pretty shady stuff.”

“Is that why someone wanted me kidnapped and killed?” I asked him pointedly.

“Yes. I don’t know the details, but I’m sure it’s tied into your father.”

We walked along the dusty road, eating our fruit salads and watching the kids play in the street. “What else is there to do here in the village,” I asked, kicking a rock out of my path. “Well, there’s a fight club up the hill.”

“A what? Like in the movie?” I was shocked.

“No, it’s more like a boxing gym, but they have a ring where guys will sometimes fight. The locals place bets, it’s great practice—and you’ll need practice soon.”

“I’m
not
fighting anyone, Nathaniel, no fucking way.”

He laughed and patted me on the shoulder. “No, cousin, of course not yet. I was teasing. Not as a boy, anyway. I wouldn’t mind getting a round or two in before we go back, though.”

I shook my head. “No, that’s a really bad idea. Let’s go on back…”

He grabbed my arm and tugged me to the end of the street, through a run-down fence, and down a long path strewn with garbage. At the end, a large metal building sat. It looked more like a massive industrial storage facility than a gym to me. “So you train here?” I asked nervously. “I’ve done some training with these guys, but I mostly come here to practice. A few quick rounds of bareknuckle, and back we go.”