The bed to my left moves and Pyro gets up. He stands off to the side of my legs and starts to strip, and I am drooling all over again. He is covered in tattoos, I am not exaggerating, I don't see an inch of bare skin on him.
Even his dick is tattooed.
“I am curious to know who did those,” I tell him, nodding at the ink covering his hard shaft.
“I did,” Bell growls from my right, my head turns to him so fast that hair gets stuck to my face. “You know I am the club tattoo artist why are you surprised?”
“I guess I just didn't think that you would tattoo a brother's dick. I can't imagine you touching him like that,” as soon as I say the words my mind has other ideas and I get a very vivid image of Bell with his hand wrapped around Pyro firmly.
Weirdly enough I am not turned off by it.
“You pictured it now,” he growls. I start to say it's strange that he didn't deny it or tell me to stop but Pyro grabs my hips and flips me onto all fours.
“We can talk later, I have needs, and right now my needs are all about you and that beautiful pink pussy of yours.”
Pyro skates a hand down my back and then slaps me on the ass, hard. While I am still reeling from the sudden pain, he pushes inside me and my pain turns to pleasure. My breath catches and I reposition my hands on the bed to better hold myself up, with both of his hands on my hips I rock back into him. There is no soft and sensual build-up like I got from Scar, this is strictly a primal need to fuck, and he is taking everything, hard and fast.
One of his hands moves to my hair and he pulls me up onto just my knees, his chest against my back. I can't hold the position long before I start to lose my balance, he kisses my neck and pushes me back down onto the bed. When I land, he knocks my hands out from under me and my chest falls. He moves both of his hands to my lower back, making me arch as much as possible while he rams into me as if he is a man possessed. Because my head is turned toward Bell I see when he moves closer, his hand going under my hips to tease my clit between two fingers. His gentle touch is a stark contrast to what Pyro is doing behind me but together they drag me closer and closer to another orgasm. I think that Bell can see it on my face because right about the time I am going to fall over the edge he pinches my clit hard and I scream into the bed.
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“See, now you get it. Pretty much impossible to not come when she does, that little thing takes a fucking vice grip on your cock.” I had missed when Scar came back from the bathroom, but I don't think any of them would blame me.
When Pyro catches his breath and pulls out of me, my legs slide closed and my hips sink to the bed. My body is already on its way to being exhausted, but I want so much more of them.
“How are you doing, doll?” Bell is mostly behind me but when I turn just a little, I can see that he is still sitting on the edge of the bed.
“Fucking fantastic,” my body starts to relax from the bliss of three amazing orgasms. I stretch my arms out beside myself and give him my best ‘come get me’ look.
“You don't want to play with me, little girl. I will do things to your body that you couldn't have imagined in your wildest dream, things that you think will break you. I will fucking bask in the moment that you realize you can and will take everything I’ve got for you. I am excited at just the thought of the day you are begging for more than you ever thought was possible.” I know this man is dangerous–I have seen him in action–but I have never heard him say something that made me want to challenge him so much in my life.
Every nerve in my body is set on fire, my fingertips tingle and my heart starts to race.
I think that taking everything that he has is exactly what I need. Sure, Pyro fucked me hard and fast, but he wasn't exactly rough. I need Bell to break down those walls he is keeping himself behind.
I need to know just how bad things could be. It probably won't change anything but what if it did? What if it was too much and I didn’t want to do this again? That’s the plan, right? To get these men out of my system and go off to college, never thinking about them again.
Pyro and Scar have both made themselves comfortable in the chairs over by the door and I look at them quickly before I move to sit beside Bell on the bed.
Pyro reads my face like he always has and clears his throat, “You don’t want to do that, dear.”
“And why not?”
“There is a reason he has held back, he tends to go overboard, he doesn’t want to hurt you.”
I consider his warning but, in the end, it doesn’t stop me, I climb over Bell's lap—ignoring the mess between my legs—and plant my face right in front of his. I had messed up his perfect curls when I put my hand in his hair earlier, his burnt honey-colored eyes look back at me with so much intensity that I feel beads of sweat on my forehead.
I run both of my hands up his stomach, across his chest, and to the sides of his neck.
Obviously, if he wanted to look away, he could but I know he won’t. I lean in and gently press my lips to his, he kisses me back but allows me to set the pace. I take my time, our tongues dance beautifully, his hands move up and down my sides and I play with the curls on the back of his neck. When I feel like I know his mouth as well as my own, I kiss other parts of his face. His cheeks, his chin, his eyes, even his nose, before I turn his head and put his ear against my lips. I suck his earlobe into my mouth and drag my teeth across it, biting hard enough at the last minute that he hissed—but doesn’t move—and then I whisper in his ear.
“Do. Your. Worst.”
“Shit.”
The words come from Pyro, and I manage to catch the look on Scars' face as I am being moved.They are worried that I have pushed Bell too far. They know what he is capable of and they don’t think I can take it.
Bell growls like an animal before he flipped me off him, putting me back on the bed on my belly, only this time my feet are on the floor. He doesn’t say anything, but I hear his zipper going down, and then the head of his extremely thick cock is being pressed into me.