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Her cry of pleasure and the buck of her hips against my face was the most satisfying thing. My tongue parted her lips and took a long, decadent lick from her opening to her clit. Her sweet, musky taste flooded my mouth, and I couldn't hold back the indulgent moan. She was ambrosia on my tongue, driving me wild with the need to fill her.
Someone unzipped me and freed my cock, thank fuck. I felt T-Bone stroking a moment later, easing some of the ache. His sliding grip on my length matched my tongue thrusts into Kyrie's pussy, the two sensations contrasting but equally pleasurable.
T-Bone only allowed me another moment of feasting on her before yanking me upright by my hair. “I want to taste her on you,” he growled before attacking my mouth in a rough kiss.
I stroked my tongue into his mouth, much like I was doing to her cunt moments before. The moan he let out was feral, his tongue surging for more as I fumbled blindly for his cock. My other hand remained on Kyrie, finding the hard swell of her clit and the rolling of her body underneath as I rubbed that spot. When I peeked one eye open to see how Grudge was faring, well, I had not a damn thing to worry about.
Kyrie had one arm up and wrapped around the back of his head. Her other hand linked with his as it moved reverently over her body. Like a work of art, they were beautiful to look at, almost painfully so. Grudge dwarfed her with his bulk—all muscle, tattoos, and scars, while she—fragile and soft with unblemished skin, directed where his hand moved. His eyes were rapt on hers, entranced, like he was under a spell. Their faces were close, nuzzling but not kissing. Not until he dropped a kiss to her shoulder, then ran his mouth up to the sensitive part of her neck.
Kyrie’s soft whimper reminded me of my task—making her come with my mouth.
Turning away from T-Bone and back to her, I pushed her legs up higher, knees nearly to her chest as I sank down and devoured her. I loved sucking as much of her lips into my mouth as I could, running my tongue over her folds and flicking her clit until she cried out. As I felt T-Bone lean in next to me, it was clear I wasn’t the only one obsessed with her taste.
“Give me some of that,” he groaned before diving down.
“Oh my, what are you…fuck, what?” Kyrie’s moans and babbles were ragged, mouth open and eyes hooded while she watched us both go down on her.
We held her legs high and secure, probably with Grudge’s help, and messily alternated sucking her clit, her folds, kissing and licking her beautiful flesh.
“How did…did you guys plan this?” Her voice was high, her breaths tight.
We didn’t plan anything, she was just that addicting. Come to think of it, I’d never tag-teamed going down on a woman like this before. I was pretty sure T-Bone hadn’t either. The thrill of sharing something new with them sent a fresh surge of pleasure through me and I palmed my cock, aching for another hand or a mouth on me.
Eating pussy with a partner was messy, clumsy, and too fucking hot to comprehend. Our tongues frequently ran into each other, turning into greedy kisses to share her taste before we turned attention back to her. Kyrie’s orgasm came on faster than we all expected, surprising even her. A few tongue swipes of her clit had her shaking, shivering, and whining for release. I latched on to that bundle of nerves and sucked until the release shuddered through her and she pushed us away.
T-Bone and I wore matching grins as we came upright, her juices shining in his beard. “I take it you enjoyed the show, little lady?”
Kyrie still couldn’t talk. Her chest heaved with ragged breaths, eyes unfocused and lids heavy as she floated back down from her high. “Uh-huh. Really hot.”
“So are you.” I stepped away so her legs could come down and wrap around T-Bone, fitting snugly around his waist. She was far from done, and the look she pinned him with was hungry. Because I couldn’t resist being a distraction, I grabbed her neck and pressed a quick kiss to her mouth. “Grudge,” I said, releasing Kyrie to kiss the man sitting behind her. “You good, or do you want to change positions?”
“Hm.” He shook his head and tightened his arm that was wrapped protectively around Kyrie’s stomach.
“You sure?” I smirked at him, idly stroking myself while enjoying the sight of him acting so possessive over her. “Kinda hard to reach your cock with you sitting behind her.”
“Mm-hm.” He shrugged like it was no big deal. He knew someone would take care of him before we were all done.
“Suit yourself. Guess I’m a free agent.” I walked in a circle around the motorcycle and my three lovers, letting my hand run indulgently over each person. “None of you are off-limits to me.”
THIRTY-FOUR
KYRIE
Dyno’s expression was a mixture of playful and predatory as he walked around us, one hand trailing over our skin, the other stroking his cock. “None of you are off-limits to me,” he said with a thrilling kind of glee.
Oh Lord. As if him and T-Bone going down on me at the same time wasn’t crazy enough. Who knew what he was about to do?
In front of me, T-Bone’s gaze was heated, glued to my spread-open center. His calloused fingers dug into my hips, erect cock rubbing over where he and Dyno had just devoured me. My flesh was still sensitive from my orgasm, pulsing under his heavy length.
Behind me, I felt Grudge’s solid chest against my back. He held me up, stable and supportive as a castle wall. His erection pressed against me through his jeans, though he made no move to take it out.
I wanted him too, this big, quiet man I still had so much to learn about. He seemed content to just hold me though, touching me with such care and affection. Every second was a battle to not kiss him.
He kissed me though. Sometimes gently, sometimes with teeth and rough pulls on my neck and earlobe. I never knew what was coming, always at his mercy and gasping at the explosion of sensitivity along my skin. Part of me wanted to flip around and face him, to see his face as I took his length in my hand and rode him. The other part was content to stay right here on my back, spread between these men to do what they wanted with me.
“Fuck, little lady,” T-Bone said in a rough whisper, hips pulling back to notch his head at my entrance.
“Big gentleman.” I laughed at how silly the words sounded.
