“I think that your cue dude.” I nod to the headboard right as I move her shirt up and over her head. It falls to the bed at her elbows, Pyro ditches his boxers and slides between her and the top of the bed, I wait until she is about to wrap her hand around him before I push one finger into her weeping pussy.
“Are you always this fucking wet, little devil?” She moans her appreciation as I slip another finger in, I don’t plan on teasing her long, but I use two fingers to gather up some of her slick, as soon as she seals her mouth around Pyro’s head, I spread that up to her ass. It might not be ready to take anyone’s dick, but it can take a finger or two.
I spread it around as I line myself up with her opening. I want more than anything to surge into her. To plunge into her opening until our hips meet and she is choaking on Pyro’s dick, but I can grit my teeth and fight that urge. I push in faster than I would have before, but I know how she likes the pain, the moans, and how enthusiastically she is sucking on Pyro tells me that the pain isn’t too much, and she is enjoying herself.
I watch her suck on Pyro, to distract myself from tearing her in two, though it doesn’t have quite the same effect as I was going for. I have never been with a man before, but I have always been able to appreciate a strong male form. Pyro has known that for as long as I have known him, it's why I was surprised when he asked me to tattoo his dick. I had never done a dick before, and while I have appreciated them, I had never touched anyone’s but my own.
Honestly, it had been a little erotic.
I don’t think I could sleep with a man, but I might be okay taking his in my hand and guiding it into our girl. I would 100% be okay with feeling it rub against mine through the thin peace of skin that separates her ass and vagina. I thought that trying to think about something else would help me control myself, but I picked the wrong topic.
When I bottom out inside her she lets out a struggled breath and pulls back from Pyro, stroking him with her hand while she adjusts.
“You are so beautiful with his dick in your mouth,” Pyro runs a hand through her hair and then looks up and winks at me. I think Pyro would be enthusiastic about being with a man, especially in front of Finley, but we have never talked about it.
“He likes watching you suck me off, dear. He just won’t admit it.” She pulls back and looks over her shoulder at me. I am barely moving inside her, short thrusts that I know are driving us both insane.
“Is that true, big guy? Are you a fan of Pyro’s dick?” The look in her eyes drives me wild. She props herself up on one arm and her other one disappears; I hiss and cuss loudly when it wraps around my balls. “Tell me.”
She is playing the same game I had, and it breaks me. With her hand still firmly around my sack, I pull farther out and slap into her. She lunges forward and screams. Pyro takes advantage and puts his dick back in her mouth. I know that she is rubbing her clit with the hand that’s still pulling on me—and while it hurts a little—I also like some pain with my pleasure sometimes, so you won’t hear me complaining.
“Yes, I like seeing you stuffed with it too, and one day I am going to love feeling him sink into your ass while you ride my dick.”
I had just been applying a little bit of pressure, but she is relaxing between us and letting us do the work, so I ease one of my fingers into her ass while I talk. As soon as it's inside her and I am working it around, stretching her while keeping it pleasurable. Pyro shoves her head down until she is choaking. His hand is fisted in her hair, and the other one is on her shoulder, keeping her body from rocking too much while I slam into her. She screams and gags as she comes.
Every part of her tightens and grips onto me with no mercy. I pound into her without slowing down, chasing her to her rough orgasm. When she stops writhing between us Pyro takes her by the hair and starts fucking her face, I add another finger to her ass and drag them against me through her, I can’t wait until we can put something bigger in there.
She lets out a little bit of a pained sound and it might make me terrible, but her pain pushes me closer to the edge. I imagine fucking her after a fight, or after having cut someone to pieces in the shed. To have us both covered in blood and going at it like monsters, would be awesome if it was our blood, but I would be thrilled no matter whose blood it was. The thought alone is enough to drive me nuts.
I have always thrilled at the sight of blood, even when I was younger, but it has become more of an obsession since joining the MC. I typically get to be the one to draw first blood, I get to be the one that gets the answers, which I get to do today. I might even get to torture someone.
***
“I thought you would be gone by now.” Scar is sitting at one of the tables with Banks, and a shit-eating grin breaks across my face.
“We should have been, but Pyro and I had something to take care of this morning, so we got a late start.” Finley turns beat red and prances over to perch in Scar’s lap.
“And I fucking missed it!” He growls and kisses her head.
“Yes, you did. Poor you.”
“Oh, fuck all of you. I don’t want to hear this!” Banks howls, for a moment I think he is going to pull his gun on us.
“I’m sorry, daddy. But you should have known that this would happen when you raised me around here. I grew up listening to people—including you—talk about sex like it was no big deal.”
“Fuck! You don’t call any of them that, do you?” We all howl with laughter, but Finley looks like she might be sick.
“I wouldn’t fucking call you that if I called one of them that. It would be fucking gross.” ‘daddy’ isn’t one of my many kinks, and that’s okay because all of us have lived the last 15 years listening to her call her father that. While I find it funny right now, I would never be able to stomach it in the bedroom and still feel okay about dating someone so much younger than me.
“On that note, we have to go. We have a man to follow and possibly take.”
***
“It appears he is finally fucking going home,” Finley is tired of following this man around and I don’t blame her. There is nothing fun about watching a man shop, eat tex-mex, and then shop some more. At one point I was sure that he knew we were following him, but Finley is surprisingly good at this. While we followed him, she shopped too. She bought a few things so that we would have bags to carry around with us, and when we sat down to eat, she ordered a small meal and a drink.
I would have just sat there with a glass of water and walked around the store with my face is my phone. She pointed out that it would draw attention.
“Good.”