Page 7 of Mile High With the Bikers
“So,” Shrapnel says with a cocky grin. “Exactly what are the rules for the mile high club?”
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RORY
“It’s sex, right?”My whisper is so quiet that it barely carries over the table between us, like someone might hear me all the way at the front of the plane.
A wide, predatory smile spreads on Bull's lips. “Oh, my darling little angel. What counts as sex?” Taking my hand, he pulls me around the table to him and hooks his finger under my chin to make me look up at him. “Fuck, you're beautiful.”
“What? No, I'm just?—”
He shuts me up with a kiss.
Holy shit.
Nothing in my past could’ve prepared me for the way his lips lock to mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. He shifts his big hand to cradle the back of my head, his fingertips hard against my scalp as he draws me close. His body moves against mine, naked skin burning hot as he devours me.
Adrenaline floods my veins, and then I just can't get enough of him. My hands slide to his waist and I cling to what I can grab,doing my best to kiss him back. I feel like an amateur trying to play pro sports, but it feels so good that I don't even care. The way his hardness presses into my belly, I think I'm doing okay.
He finally lets up. I'm lightheaded, clinging to him as I draw a deep gasp of air and steady myself against him. “Oh my God.”
“We might be close to heaven, but I’d rather hear my name on your lips.” Diesel pulls me eagerly out of Bull's arms and into his. Making a fist in my hair, he guides me to his mouth. His kiss is different from Bull's, rougher, needier, if that's even possible. His other hand explores my hip, right above my ass, the tips of his fingers slipping into the top of my panties.
“Is this sex?” Bull whispers.
I shake my head.
A third hand settles on my bare waist, callused fingers making little circles while a bare chest presses against my back, sandwiching me between two hard men. Diesel and Shrapnel. If nothing else, I can tell by the nipple rings. And while Diesel is keeping my mouth busy, Shrapnel nibbles down the back and side of my neck, right up to behind my ear. Two men at once is making my brain fizzle.
When my bra suddenly goes slack, I don’t even know who did the honors. I don't know who's where anymore and all I see is the backs of my eyelids while Diesel plunders my mouth. The bra straps are eased down my arms, and I let go of Diesel just long enough to let them slip off my hands. The only thing keeping me from flashing everyone is that my breasts are mashed right up against Diesel's chest. At least until he takes a step back. The bra hits the floor the same moment my eyes pop open to look.
This is going so fast. I should be terrified, trapped in here between three men I barely know. But I'm not actually afraid. It feels like I’m someone else. Not boring old Florence Whittaker who spends too much time with her nose in her laptop, but Rory, the feisty stewardess. Pheromones? Adrenaline? Or just knowing that life is too short and chances like this don’t come around every day. Why not take it all the way?
Join the club.
Shrapnel spins me around and then his lips are on mine. The wiry hair on his chest teases my nipples as he holds me close. His tongue gives chase to mine while the feel of six hands on my body makes my knees go weak.
Kisses dot my shoulder. There are fingers sliding down my spine, the shivers making me arch my back. My ass is squeezed. Two hands slide in between Shrapnel and me to cup my breasts. My nipples are trapped between fingers and rolled, sending delicious sparks of sexual energy rushing into my core.
With all three of them close, I can't keep track of them. Just sinful sensations, touches, nibbles… Did someone just lick my shoulder blade?
“I could fucking play with you all day.” Bull pulls me backwards, disconnecting me from Shrapnel, guiding me towards the corner couch at the far end of the lounge. He lays me down on it, kneeling on the floor next to me and leaning in. “But we don't have all day, so I'm moving this party along.”
With a solid grip on my breast, he presses his lips into mine, taking his kiss, then chasing it with a nibble on my lower lip, giving just a tug before letting go. Someone captures my free nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. Fingers hookmy panties and start tugging them over my hips. It only takes me a moment's hesitation before I lift to help them. As the last vestige of my modesty slides past my ass and down my thighs, I'm fully exposed to all three of them.
Three!
My heart was racing before but when rough hands press my thighs apart, exposing me fully, it goes into overdrive. Bull must notice me stiffen, because he slides his fingers through my hair. “Easy, girl. We're not gonna hurt you. You're in charge. Say stop, and we're done, but I think you should at least give us a chance to show you how good we can make this for you.”
He kisses his way down my jaw towards my throat. Shrapnel is the one latched to my breast while he teases his fingertips over my hips. Skin brushes against the insides of my thighs, so it has to be Diesel who just got between them. Something thick and wet slides across my pussy, parting the lips all the way up to my clit, where it flicks up, firing a surge of pure pleasure straight through me. I moan into Bull's mouth, finding his thigh and Shrapnel's arm to cling to so I don't launch right off the cushion. Heck, I might launch right out of the plane at this point.
“What about this? Is this sex?” Bull asks again.
It’s so much harder to shake my head this time, and I’m not even sure if I believe it. This is already more intense than anything else I’ve experienced.
When Diesel does it again, I can't hold back a throaty moan. No one's ever made me feel like this. I thought I was getting pretty good at making myself feel good with my fingers and toys, but nothing compares to the hard shocks of sexy delight coursingthrough me with every swipe of Diesel's extremely talented tongue.
Shrapnel pulls my hand from his arm to wrap my fingers around his thickness, and I can hardly believe how much there is of him to hold. It's not easy to concentrate while someone slides his tongue through my pussy and someone else kisses me senseless, but I do my best, sliding my fingers up and down as much as I can get my fingers around. He wraps his hand around mine and helps me along, showing me exactly how he likes it.
