Page 25 of Vengeance (Ruthless MC 4)
I like to talk, but in this case, I’m in full agreement with Des-E. No words, just the sound of his hips slapping into me and the feel of his large hands on my butt cheeks as he yanks me into his violent thrusts.
He’s an animal, mindless with lust. And I’m even worse. My eyes roll into the back of my head, and I keen like something wild as I come all over the thick shaft buried inside of me.
My release pushes Des-E over his cliff too. He bellows like a bull, then collapses into me as his entire body earthquakes with his release.
It’s volcanic, him and me. But it’s still not enough.
A dark resolve takes over my mind when I see Hyena over the heavily muscled ridge of Des-E’s shoulder. He’s sitting at the table, palming himself through his gray sweatpants. Like he’s posing for a meme.
I slap at Des-E’s arm. And he looks over his shoulder at Hyena too.
Still no words, but Des-E seems to understand. What I want. What I need in this crazed moment. He pulls out and picks me up in his arms.
Maybe Hyena understands too. He’s got his long, hard erection out and sheathed with a condom by the time we reach him.
Des-E sets me down like I’m a gift he’s presenting to his brother MC. But instead of moving back, he uses his enormous strength to pick me up again—this time scooping me up with his large hands palming the back of my thighs, forcing my legs to fold as he spreads me wide.
He lowers me down.
Not on Hyena’s lap, but directly onto his pulsing dick.
And dear God…I immediately start convulsing with another orgasm as Des-E impales me on Hyena’s thick column. Des-E is filling me up again, this time with his brother MC’s throbbing cock.
I’m about science—not sci-fi. I don’t believe in dimensions that haven’t been proven to exist.
But I go somewhere else, somewhere beyond our realm for some unknown amount of space and time.
And when I come back to our space-time continuum, Hyena’s bouncing me on his cock. Insisting that I’m perfect.
And I’m sobbing without tears, “No, no, I’m not! I can’t come again…” Right before I explode a fourth time. This time with Hyena.
I’m climaxing again. I’m climaxing again so hard. I lose my grip on reality, and the world becomes a seascape of stars and static.
I can’t hold on to my plan. I can’t hold on to anything. Everything’s wild and out of control and moving so fast I can’t keep up.
I’m lost, so lost…until Hyena’s Deep South voice finds me in the starry dark.
“Oh, hell, that hit you just as hard as it did me. Come back, baby. Come back to us.”
I blink back to the present and find Hyena there, cupping my face.
And new plan, new plan, new plan. But it feels like he’s saving me, just like he did in Tennessee when I was all alone and thought my life was completely ruined.
And apparently, I’m crying. For real now. Even though I don’t do that.
“Sshh, sshh, it’s okay, baby,” he says, wiping away my tears with a teasing laugh. “You’re okay. You can handle this. You can handle us.”
I’m not so sure about that. Not anymore.
But he lifts me off his lap and stands me up. Like it’s a thing decided just because he declared it. “You wore me out, baby. I do not feel like making breakfast, so it’s cereal all around.”
He presses a tender kiss to my forehead. “Now go sit on Vampire, where it’s safe.”
I don’t realize Vampire’s there until I look over my shoulder and see him sitting at the same spot as yesterday when he told me about all the rules.
“Oh, I…”
Suddenly, I’m deeply aware of how I must look. Des-E…did we use a condom? I can’t recall for sure, and my core is a glistening mess.
I paw at my sex in a total daze, unable to answer the question for myself or form the words to speak it out loud.
“No touching yourself,” Vampire bites out. He pulls me down into his lap. “That’s against the rules.”
His words slice through my sex daze, and my annoyance from before seeps back in.
Safe was the right word to use for him.
His hands fall away from my body as soon as I’m seated. And he doesn’t so much as caress me, even though I can feel how hard he is underneath his black jeans.
Unlike Hyena and Des-E, he hasn’t switched to sweats for easier access. Not only is he all zipped up, he’s got a thick black belt wrapped around his lean waist, complete with a skull-shaped buckle that digs into my side.
As Hyena sets a bowl of cereal for me down on the table, I scoot my hips to get away from the belt buckle. And that’s when he suddenly decides to touch me.
