His words make me groan. These men don't know that I have been dreaming of their dicks since before I was old enough to. If there was any question that they were going to live up to my fantasies, it is gone now.
Scar pushes my knees out to the side and settles himself on the bed, after a moment he pulls one of my legs over his shoulder and my foot rests on his back. His hands massage the inside of my thighs, and he slowly drags his tongue through my folds. My heel pushes down into his back, and he does it again, this time pausing to dip into my opening, he moans against me and his tongue inside me vibrates with the sound.
My hand that’s not holding Bell’s trails Pyro's arm and then fists in his hair, I raise my mouth to meet him and for a split moment, I have control of the kiss. I suck on his bottom lip and drag my teeth across it as I let go, the next time that our lips meet he pushes his tongue into my mouth and my head back onto the bed. My hand tightens in his hair and his hand that had been on my breast moves up to my throat.
Instinctually, I stretch my neck out and sigh into his mouth, he chuckles into mine.
Bell lets go of my hand and trails the tips of his fingers along my forearm. If I thought that the sensation of Pyro and Scar was too much, the slight tingles from Bell’s fingers make me feel like my brain is going to explode.
“You should breathe, doll. We are only getting started.” With Pyro’s hand around my neck, I can't turn to look at him, but Bell’s voice sounds strained.
He is enjoying this but only, just.
I curl my leg into Scar’s back and much to my dismay he pulls back, “As much as I want to continue, I feel like I should give someone else a turn. I can spend all fucking night between your thighs, and it still wouldn't be enough.”
Scar slides off the side of the bed and stands up. I had been expecting Pyro to move but Bell is the one that stands up and moves to stand beside Scar. The way he looks at me has me shifting and kind of wanting to cover myself, it is so intense. Pyro puts a hand on my lower stomach to hold me still, the look in his eyes when he pulls away from me clearly says that I am not allowed to cover myself from them.
Bell’s eyes are intense on mine as he crawls onto the bed where Scar had been. Without breaking eye contact he lays on his stomach and slowly licks me from one end to the other. My clit has had more attention in the last 20 minutes than it has in the last several months so when he flicks his tongue on it, I hiss and move the leg that had been around Scars back, to his. The move pulls him closer to me and somehow, he manages to keep his eyes locked on mine.
“That might have been the hottest thing that I have ever fucking seen.” Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Pyro looking back and forth between the two of us, but Bell has some kind of spell on me, and I cannot take my eyes off of him.
My back arches when he pulls on my clit with his teeth and for a moment, I think about how weird it is that his mouth is on my pussy, and he hasn't kissed my lips before.
When he slips a finger inside me, I don't care anymore. The hand that was still on the bed goes to his hair and I pull it hard, he adds a second finger, and I am so close to my orgasm that I don't fight the urge to start bucking against his face, he curls his finger inside me and flattens his tongue against my clit, he closes his eyes and moans again and I am finally free from his look. Scar is standing behind him, one hand rubbing at the bulge in his pants.
When he catches me looking, he huffs, “My eyes are up here, sugar.”
Slowly I raise my eyes from his groin and when I make it to his eyes something in his look breaks me, I keep locked on him as I come on Bell’s face. His finger stills and he slows his tongue to leisure licking, chasing me all the way through the orgasm with skill.
“Jesus, it gets sweeter when she comes.”
Bell pulls up his shirt and wipes his mouth on it before going back to his perch on the end of the bed, all three of them just stare at me as my breath returns to normal.
“As much as I enjoy oral, someone better put a fucking dick in me,” I meant for the words to sound strong and sassy, but I am still strung pretty tight, so it comes out more desperate than it should have.
“You don't have to ask me twice,” Scar pops the button on his pants, and I am pretty sure I drool when his dick springs free and he prowls toward me like a lion on the hunt. Pyro doesn't move away but he pulls his hands back and just lays on his side on my left, watching me.
Scar plants his lips on mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth at the same time that he pushes his dick into me. My body is still tense, but he doesn't stop until he is seated completely inside me. His dick is good in size, slightly longer than average, when he grinds his hips into mine sparks run out across my body and my clit tingles with anticipation.
The damn thing is going to be swollen and bruised by the time we are done here.
Scar takes his time, his movement slow and intentional. He caresses my insides with long deliberate rolls of his hips, matching each thrust with the domination of my mouth.
“So fucking tight.” He grunts the words into my neck and then he is attacking my neck. His mouth enough that it might leave a public claim on my skin, I am so past caring that I don't stop him.
Every time that he slaps against my clit, I feel that electricity through my body. He picks up the pace, slapping against me harder, one of his hands slips behind my back to the back of my neck as if he is trying to get as close to me as physically possible. When he starts thrusting harder and faster again, I claw at his back, digging my heels into his ass and curling my hips to get to that perfect spot.
Before long I am coming again. When my body clamps down around his, he cusses in my ear and his thrusts become erratic. Right about the time that I am coming down from my orgasm, his thrusts becomes shorter, still just as hard, and his shaft starts to pulse with his orgasm.
He holds most of his weight with his elbows but relaxes on top of me, tucking his face into the side of my neck, “I fucking knew you would be perfect.”
I try not to think about his words too much, I might regret my decision to sleep with them in the morning. I had hoped that this would help me move on but they are all so caring and attentive I don't think it's going to work as I wanted. These men are supposed to be rough and mean and big bad bikers, not… well not, this!
He kisses me one more time, this one soft, sweet, and sensual.
Fuck me and my goddamned feelings.
I don't know what about them changed from the dangerous and bloody bikers that I know to these caring lovers, but I think it's going to break me in two.