Page 8 of Mile High With the Bikers
It doesn't take long before I'm pressing my shoulders and ass into the couch, arching into a tight bridge with shaking thighs as the first explosion is about to take me out.
“What about this?” Bull growls into my ear.
It hits me just as Diesel drives his tongue right into my pussy, thick and forceful. With a tortured groan that I pray doesn't carry through the door, I come apart between the three of them. The mouth on my breast, the fingers in my hair, the touches… touches everywhere. Six hands explore my naked body, all conspiring to drive me right over a cliff into the wild blue yonder, and the plummet leaves my head spinning. When I shut my eyes, I see fireworks and when I open them again, I'm still blinded by the spots. I come hard, clinging to them until I finally collapse back onto the couch.
“Y—yes? No? I don’t…” Okay, so maybe deciding exactly where the line is drawn is harder than I thought.
No one would ever believe this if I told them. Not that I think I ever could bring myself to. Heck, I don't think I believe it myself. This is some kind of wild fever dream, but when I open my eyes, they're all still there, looking smug, sexy and hard as steel.
I resume my stroking on Shrapnel's amazing cock, and reach for Diesel's when he climbs up the couch to hover over me. The pulse of his blood rushing through his cock presses against my palm as I grip him.
“Fuck,” Diesel moans.
“That's fucking perfect,” Shrapnel adds in a lust-darkened voice.
I'm so absorbed in the feel of them that it takes a moment before the sound of plastic tearing registers, but then I look up at Bull, who's just rolled on a condom.
This is insane. I’m on my father’s private jet, only two unlocked doors from where he's having a meeting about a program that could upend so many lives, about to have sex with three bikers I barely even know. I couldn't have made this up in my fantasies, never mind believe it's about to happen for real.
Bull raises a questioning eyebrow at me while he settles back between my thighs. He strokes himself with long, lazy strokes. “What about this? Is this sex?”
I nod, forgetting about everything but this. The feel of them in my hands and his warm, strong weight between my legs.
A sexy smile forms on his lips. He gets right up close so he can nudge the thick head in between my folds. Not entering me, just sliding the tip up and down, getting himself good and slick with my juices.
I moan and throw back my head, arching to capture more, but he pulls away.
He tsks. “Good girls get cock when I'm damn well ready to give it. Don't be greedy.” With a little laugh, he slaps the inside of mythigh—not hard, but making sure I know who's boss. Diesel and Shrapnel chuckle.
Oh, he wants to play? I can do that, too. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I wet my lips with my tongue. It's quick, but it gets his attention. “What if I want to be a bad girl? Isn't that something guys like you want?” I wiggle my hips.
“You want it like a bad girl, angel?” Putting his huge hand on my belly, he explores my skin, making me tingle. “I don't know if you can handle it like a bad girl. You look like a good girl to me.” He rubs his tip across my clit, back and forth, making me draw a sharp breath. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”
No, but as long as he keeps rubbing me like that, I want any experience he can give me. And he's right, I do feel greedy. “Yes,” I gasp.
He chuckles at my eagerness, then nestles his thick tip right at my entrance and pushes. I close my eyes and try to relax, to let him in. I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as he fills me with long, slow thrusts, opening me to him. He pauses and I think this has to be it, but then he slides even a little deeper.
Thank God they have me so slick, but even then it's like my first time all over again as I’m stretched around him. When his hips finally press against mine, there's no more room. I'm full. And it feels amazing.
I force my eyes up from where we're joined to lose myself in his deep, black eyes.
“You alright?”
“Mmhmm,” I moan and nod. “I'll never walk straight again, but wow.”
He laughs, and it makes his cock twitch inside me. And then he laughs again at my surprised gasp. “Ready?”
Absolutely not and yes please at the same time.
He pulls his hips back, sliding out until I feel like an empty husk before he thrusts back inside, filling me completely. Oh my God, I'm not going to survive this. But what a blissful way to go. I reach for Diesel and Shrapnel on either side of me, and cling to their dicks for support.
Pushing my knees towards my chest, Bull opens me completely, giving him even more leverage to thrust deep and fast. If we were making love at first, now he's downright fucking me into the cushions, and if this is the bad girl treatment, I’m not sorry for teasing him. Especially when he puts his thumb on my clit and presses down rhythmically in time with his thrusts.
“Wait! I'm going to—” is all I get out before I go tight around him, every muscle in my body clenching as an orgasm rips through me before I’m even ready. Through it all, he fucks me, drawing it out until his fingers become clamps around my thighs and he groans deep, deep in his broad chest.
“I can't—fuuuuuck…” He swells bigger and I swear I feel every pulse of his heartbeat through his cock as he comes. I'm glad he thought about protection, because if we got this far without, there's no way I'd have the brainpower to remember. Holy crap.
When he finally does slip out, I feel empty, like something's missing. Until I open my eyes and remember what I've got in my hands. That was only round one.
