Page 17 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
The suggestion…just the suggestion. An orgasm rips through me, and suddenly I’m screaming without sound.
“There you go, baby. Yeah, just like that.” Hyena laughs as I climax, my entire body shuddering.
A flash of Des-E grinning as he rears up with my essence glistening on his beard.
Then Hyena lifts me and turns me around in a feat of gymnastics that somehow puts me sideways on the bed underneath him with my legs on either side of his waist.
He’s no longer smiling. Over the years, I’ve noticed that his eye color seems to change. When he’s flirting and laughing with me, they’re a swampy green, like the wetlands where he grew up. When he’s frustrated or angry with some other biker, they go hard and brown as chestnuts.
But under the light of the setting sun outside the windows, his feverish eyes are a light, light brown. So intense they almost seem to be glowing.
There’s an animal in the bed with me now, and I should be afraid.
But I lick my lips, wanting like I’ve never wanted before.
“Aw, fuck, baby, don’t do that. Don’t lick your lips. I can’t handle it. I’m already close to blowing before I take this sweet gift.”
Yes, I’m a virgin, but I don’t feel like one with him. He makes me feel powerful. Like some kind of dormant goddess who was smart enough to put these warriors in charge of my long-overdue awakening.
“So glad Des-E got you ready for this. I don’t want to hurt you, baby—not after you saved yourself for us. But if you knew how hot you looked taking Des-E’s mouth….”
He kisses me deep again, drinking me down. Then his hips punch forward, and he groans roughly into my mouth.
Oh God…Oh God…it doesn’t hurt. I’m slick and wet, almost sluicing. But the thickness of him, the way he makes me stretch…. I helplessly kick at the back of his thighs and scratch at his back.
“So good,” I cry out, my voice small with awe. “You feel so good inside me. Better than you promised.”
It just a little compliment. A tiny truth blurted out. But for some reason all three guys let out rough groans. And then, Hyena just loses it on top of me.
He ruts me like an animal. I’ve tried to shake my family’s terrible cursing habit. But suddenly I understand the meaning of fucking. Of why that lewd word is used to label such a pleasurable act.
“Any idea how good you feel?” Hyena demands, thrusting deeper and deeper. “This sweet cunt. This sweet body was made for us.”
To my disbelief, I can feel another orgasm barreling down.
“How am I fixing to come again?” I ask him, my voice full of wonder as I stare into the tsunami.
“Ah, fuck, baby, you’re so perfect.” The slap of his hips gets faster and louder.
And then, the tsunami hits.
I’m going to apologize.
That’s the only coherent thought I can make. The next time I report into the roadhouse, I’m going to apologize to the other servers for making fun of their biker books.
Because I’m choking on pleasure. I’m drowning in it. I’m dying, I’m dying, and I don’t even care.
But I must still be alive somehow. I come back to consciousness just in time to feel Hyena’s hips go sloppy. Then he pushes in one last time, rocking my entire body upward as he releases into the condom.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“Thank you,” I whisper back.
I have never in my life felt so amazing.
But wait, there’s more!
Hyena rolls away, and Vampire fills up my vision. Just for a few eyes blinks.
He rolls over my boneless body and says, “Des-E.”
My cheeks part, and then Des-E’s tongues take me again, this time delving into my puckered hole.
I’m shocked at first, then weirdly turned on. The feel of his tongue as my vagina quivers against the sheets makes naughty sensations hum down my inner thighs.
“That’s good,” Vampire says.
And then Des-E’s tongue is replaced by a small pool of cool gel. I somehow instantly know it’s not Des-E smearing it into the hole even I’ve never touched for pleasure.
No, it’s Vampire who lubes me up. Vampire who sits me back on his cock, instructing me to breathe as he slowly stretches my most forbidden hole over the thick bulbous head of his cock, then grips my hips tight to feed me the rest, inch by inch, until he’s all the way in.
It stretches and it burns. But it doesn’t hurt, I realize. It just feels weird and foreign as I shift my hips to adjust.
“Give Des-E your virgin mouth," he instructs from behind me.
And Des-E appears in front of me again, this time standing at the edge of the bed. His dick is the shortest of the three, but also the thickest. And he’s wearing a condom, bless him. Most women wouldn’t require it. But most ob-gyn’s definitely would.
