Page 40 of Outlaws' Single Mom
“Don’t rush a master.” Lash grabs my hips and hauls my butt right up to the edge of the bed. With the cocky grin of someone in full control, he pulls my legs wide apart, so I’m completely open to him.
He flicks out his tongue.
Holy crap. My short history of exes doesn’t really include many who were willing to go down there at all, and those that did made me feel like it was a transaction. Something they did so that I’d be willing to do it for them. But Lash looks like he’s relishing the idea. Like he wants nothing more than to make me scream on the tip of it.
“I thought you were exaggerating about the tongue thing,” I say on a gasp.
“Never.” He leans in and starts with a kiss, right on my clit, then draws a long moan out of me as heslides the full thickness of his tongue between my folds and up over my clit again.
Closing my eyes, I ball my hands into fists in my sheets, lifting my hips in anticipation of him doing it again. A finger slides inside me, and his tongue starts undulating against my pussy. My head falls back and I moan, loud.
A mouth closes around my nipple, reminding me that there are three of us here. Stiff’s beard scrapes along my skin as he traps my hardened nub between his teeth. Meanwhile, he slides his hand up and down my side, his fingertips playing over my ribs, exploring over my belly, coming up to capture the other breast and teasing my nipples.
Lash slides his tongue into me, then back out, exploring me outside and in, learning how I react. His rough hands hold my legs open, pushing them back and out so he has complete access to me, and I feel helpless beneath him.
Stiff takes his shirt off, baring his broad chest and hard abs. I stare at the raised scar under his beard that continues down onto his chest and across under his left arm. I’m amazed that he survived whatever caused that. It doesn’t make him any less attractive,just more unique. It’s part of his story and one day I hope I’ll hear it all. His gray eyes stare into mine, and with a devilish smirk, he captures my hair and pulls it tight against the bed so my throat is exposed. He starts at my lips, then around them, onto my cheeks and over my chin, planting a whole trail of kisses, nibbles and licks into the hollow of my throat.
And then Lash rips my attention away, honing in on the specific moves that get the most response out of me, learning me like a skilled musician picking up a new instrument—already knowing what he’s doing, just figuring out the specifics of me in particular. And he’s a very, very quick study.
Being the center of attention like this is almost too much. I have to relax and let it happen to me instead of constantly trying to respond to everything at the same time. Like listening to an orchestra and letting the symphony wash over you. I’m going to explode, my pussy throbbing and my skin erupting in goosebumps, spiraling ever closer to something absolutely amazing. A powder keg about to go off, but in the best way. Every muscle goes tight as my whole body presses closer to Lash’s mouth, my toes curl and the most guttural moan escapes my throat.
“You look so fucking good right now. Show me how you come for him,” Stiff demands, his voice rough.
I don’t have a choice. Not when they’re driving me wild like that. I explode on Lash’s tongue.
White light flares up on the backs of my eyelids, and my back arches until only my shoulders and ass touch the bed. I cry out as waves of pleasure wash over me, one after another. Just when I think I’m done, there’s another waiting to pull me back under. One of my hands gets a grip on Stiff’s arm, and I dig my nails in just to feel like I’m not going to float away. When I finally fall back onto my bed, my breathing is ragged and every part of me turned to jelly. I’ve never felt so well used in my life, and no one else is even naked yet.
Lash chuckles, finally giving my sensitive folds a rest as he looks up from between my thighs. “You still with us, baby?”
I’ve never felt so completely boneless. Closing my eyes and resting my head on the mattress, I murmur, “Yeah.”
“We’re not done, you know that, right?” Stiff says as he lazily drags his fingers along the inside of my arm before hopping to my side and continuing downonto my hip. His jeans are still on, but can’t hide the fascinating bulge at the front.
I reach out and run a finger down his fly. “This would be a lot easier if you took your pants off.”
He grins. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” A moment later, he tugs off his jeans, along with his boxer briefs, and I finally get to see him in all his glory. Holy crap. A little more nervously this time, like I’m about to pet a dangerous animal, I wrap my fingers around his shaft. A soft hiss escapes him at my touch.
His pulse throbs in my hand, hot blood pumping through thick veins in a velvety smooth package. The slick head is already glistening with precum, a fresh drop just formed at the tip. “I need to tell you guys, it’s been a while for me. You might need to go slow.”
“I’m in no rush.” Lash crawls onto the bed. He undressed while I was paying attention to Stiff, and kneels on the opposite side so I can reach up with my other hand. And then I’m holding two of them at once.
Are all bikers hung? Because as impressed as I am with Stiff, Lash is right up there with him, thick,hard and pulsing with need. I stroke both of them, one in each hand, loving how their heat feels in my palms and how their breathing speeds in unison with my strokes. They play with my breasts, run their fingers through my hair, tease the insides of my thighs and when their fingers meet at my pussy, they slide through my folds at the same time. I groan and arch into the dual touch, wanting more.
“Inside me,” I beg, surprising myself with my own courage.
But with them it feels like I can be as forward and demanding as I want. I don’t have to blush and pretend to be shy. I’m new to this, but if there’s anything I’ve learned, the Outlaw Sons live their full, messy, dangerous lives to be honest to themselves. I know they’d never judge me for wanting this, or wanting more. It’s a really freeing feeling.
“Whatever you desire,” Stiff replies with a sexy grin. “Been fucking waiting for this.” He moves down my body until his length slides from my fingers.
I shift my focus to Lash’s cock, using both hands on it to his appreciative moans. It’s fascinating to watch, so hard and eager that I want to see when he finally comes. Stiff rummages through his jeans, comesback out with a condom that he tears open and wraps himself in. I’m so distracted I didn’t even think about protection. That could’ve been a disaster. Fun, but a disaster.
I look up at Lash with a grin as Stiff climbs onto the bed between my legs. “I want to taste you.”
He chuckles low in his chest as he grabs a pillow to put under my head. “We’ve created a fucking monster.”
“Isn’t that the point?” I tease.
As he straddles my chest and leans forward to aim his cock at my lips, he smirks at me. “I suppose you’re right.”
