Page 44 of Mile High With the Bikers
I'm so hot right now that I'm not the one to start counting favors, but when he pulls me into a deep kiss while hands undo my jeans and pull them down my legs, along with my panties, I'm not going to complain. As soon as I'm fully naked, he drops me on the bed and slips a pillow under my hips, so he can easily open me for him. I shiver with anticipation as his hot breath brushes over my pussy.
The first swipe of his broad tongue nearly launches me off the mattress. I even might have, if Shrapnel and Diesel weren’t on either side, holding me down as their hands wander my body. When I look up, Shrapnel’s pierced nipples are hovering right above me, frustratingly out of range.
Waves of pleasure wash over me while Bull's tongue swipes through my folds, the tip dipping into me as it passes by. The broad plane of his tongue presses into my clit, and I bury my fingernails in Diesel's thigh.
“Ow! Pull the claws in, wildcat.”
“Sorry,” I gasp, but he just laughs.
“A little blood's a small price to pay to see you go crazy.” Blood? I glance over and see pink semi-circles where my nails were. Holy crap.
I take a deep breath and let my eyes flutter shut, focusing on Bull’s tongue and what we must look like, the four of us together. It shouldn’t feel this natural, but there’s no jealousy or struggle, just an effortless give and take. Everything clenches. “I’m so close,” I groan, and then I'm weightless, hurtling through space as the colony of butterflies in my stomach escapes, tickling my nerves with their rainbow colored wings, from my head to my toes.
I melt, boneless into the bed, and I have to open my eyes just to make sure I’m still where we started.
“Welcome back, beautiful.” Shrapnel grins down at me. “You're alive.”
“I… I think so.” I crane my neck to find Bull grinning at me, his face absolutely glistening, and I can only imagine that comes from me.
He licks his lips, slowly and deliberately. “Strawberries,” he says with a wink.
“Oh my God. I don't think I've ever come that hard.” I roll over and stretch my legs out. “I think I'm jello. I'm just going to lie here and wobble if you try to move me.”
“Good thing you’re already where we want you.” Diesel grins down at me, his jutting cock so hard it looks painful.
I reach for him and smile. “I suppose it is a little unfair. This is the second time the two of you have had to wait.”
Shrapnel laughs, not looking upset about it. “At least this time the chances of getting interrupted by something exploding are lower.”
“But not zero,” Bull says with a snort.
It sounds like there’s a sex joke there, but before I can ask, Diesel rolls on a condom and settles between my legs. He puts a hand on the center of my chest, and looks deep into my eyes as he pushes inside. It’s a stretch, but I’m more than ready. Shrapnel kneels at my side, and guides himself to my lips. I open for him, and for the first time, I have two of them inside me at once.
It feels like giving them a little part of me that nobody else will ever have. If the step from kissing to sex is a milestone, this must be one, too.
At this angle, it's easy for Shrapnel to bump against the entrance to my throat with each thrust he makes. I try to swallow and keep my reflex under control, but there’s a lot happening, and it’s hard to focus. When he catches me off guard, he backs up. “Easy, baby girl. If you want it rough, I’m happy to give it to you, but use your hand to keep things how you like it.” I nod, not letting him out of my mouth, but I wrap my hand around the base of his cock.
Diesel grips my hips, pulling me back onto his cock as he thrusts. My breasts bounce with the movement, at least until Bull’s hot mouth comes down over one of my nipples and I let out a low groan. I put my hand on his head, holding him to me.
I never really pictured how sex with multiple people would work. I think I assumed it would feel more like being passed back and forth and used. Maybe it can be, but this is more like a dance where I float between my partners. I’m being touched and stroked in so many places at once that my whole body has turned into one big erogenous zone.
Following some signal I missed, Shrapnel slips out of my mouth and moves down the bed as Diesel shifts forward, straddling my chest. Bull kneels at my shoulder. He strokes my cheek, turningmy face his way to guide his cock to my lips while Shrapnel fills the emptiness between my legs in one slick thrust. Diesel pushes my breasts together, watching me with those icy blue eyes as he slides his cock in the valley he created and I suck Bull into my mouth.
It's not long before we're all in a rhythm again. They work well together, but their techniques are different. Shrapnel moves fast and hard, and while Bull is the biggest, he seems to like taking his time. Diesel is playful, harder to predict, rawer, in a sense.
Just like before, right when I get to the point where my mind goes blank and I’m floating comfortably between them, they switch things up.
“Nooooooooo,” I moan. “I was almost there.”
Bull pulls out of my mouth and leans down to kiss me. “Get ready, angel.”
They get me on my hands and knees, and Diesel thrusts from behind, his hips slamming against my ass as Shrapnel feeds me his cock. The mood shifts, getting rougher, more insistent. We're coming up on the finish. I arch my back, groaning as Diesel fills me over and over while Shrapnel fucks my mouth. I brace one hand at the base of his cock, but let him push me to my limits. Every time he hits my throat, I clench around Diesel, who moans in response.
And the whole time Bull watches us, stroking his thick cock right beside me. We're all getting close and all the feelings are so intense, as we're all racing for the goal line.
Shrapnel goes over the edge first. He groans, and then his cum splashes onto my tongue, one big pulse after another. I swallow some, while the rest slides down my chin. Diesel leans forwardand presses his fingers between my legs, coaxing my throbbing clit into giving up one more nearly painful orgasm. When I cry out and my pussy clamps down, Bull groans and wet heat hits my back and shoulder, sliding down my arm.
“Fuck,” Diesel snarls, and then his cock flexes as his muscles contract, over and over, filling me as I shudder under him until he’s done.
