Page 12 of Rider Daddies
“No,” she huffs. “Right here is fine.”
Ash frowns.
“Come on! You bikers are supposed to be trouble. Make me regret this. I want to wake up tomorrowsopissed that I don’t even have space in my mind to think about Tristan.”
Huh. That must be the ex. Shitty name for a shitty man.
Ash eyes Ryder, and then me. We must all have the same idea—one night focusing on her pleasure, not ours.
Let’s cheer this blushing bride up.
Ash closes in, bringing his chair closer so we’re all surrounding her. I bring my finger back to her clit, lightly drawing circles over it. While I do that, Ryder inserts his hands under her corset, tweaking her nipples.
Lacey cries, bringing attention to the scene. I don’t know how I feel about other men turning around to watch Lacey get aroused, but she certainly doesn’t mind.
If anything, it only fuels her desire more. She bucks her hips, spreads her legs to invite Ryder’s hands in too.
It’s late enough in the night for people to not give a fuck. The lights are low and everyone’s too drunk. Nobody else cares, so we shouldn’t either.
“God, darling, you are soaked,” I say.
“How does that make you feel?” Her hand reaches out to grab my cock through my pants. “Hard. You want to fuck me, don’t you?”
“All three of us want to fuck you, sweetheart, but tonight is about you.” I insert a finger inside of her wet pussy and curl it, her breath hitching even more. Her eyelids slam shut, a layer of sweat shining on her face. “You guys are old enough to be my papa.”
“Is that a problem?” I whisper in her ear.
She shakes her head. “No problem.”
Ryder inserts a finger inside her pussy too. Together, we pump in and out of her, focused on her orgasm.
“Her walls are trembling,” I say.
“Yeah.” Ryder looks up at her. “She’s close.”
“Have you ever done anything like this before?” Ash asks.
“No.” Lacey arches her back, rubbing herself up against our hands. “Come on. Less talk. More regret.”
Ash grabs her breasts while Ryder and I focus on pleasuring her pussy. It’s fucking torture, keeping my cock in my pants. It’s bad enough that she wraps her hand around it, stroking the tip through my pants to cause me even more pain.
“You’re gonna have to stop that, darling.”
“You’re all so big.”
Fuck, she keeps moving her hands between all three of us, touching each of our groins.
I withdraw my finger from inside of her and let Ryder take over so I can focus on rubbing her clit. Her entire body starts to tremble, cheeks flushed, legs shaking. Her cries grow in volume, eyes closed as she focuses on her impending climax.
I groan. “Fuck, you feel so tight, sweetheart.”
She cries out, body slamming back into the chair. It tips, the back catching against the bar. She doesn’t even notice, though, too busy riding the waves of her orgasm. When she comes down, she parts her pretty lips to draw oxygen back into her body.
My own thumping heart starts to slow down, resuming its original tempo. The music resumes. Some of the bikers give us looks, eyes looking straight at Lacey.
An urge comes over me to bring the skirts of her dress back down, covering her. It’s not in my blood to get territorial, but anger rushes through me when I notice that other men are looking at her.
I know Lacey only came here for gas, but I’m not prepared to refuel her car. Not yet.
