“Move,” Wasp demanded, pushing Ranger out of the way.
“You’re always so bossy, Wasp,” Clash chastised. “Maybe someone else wants to fuck her first?”
“Too bad,” he growled, his massive hands gripping my hips as he pulled me down until his cock was seated deep inside me. “Snyder, come get your dick sucked,” he encouraged. “Both of you assholes need to make love to her tits; give those beautiful mounds the attention they deserve.”
I loved how Wasp took over our foreplay. The way he commanded in the bedroom was exhilarating and so damn sexy.
My hand wrapped around Snyder’s length as I pulled him into my mouth, groaning when I felt both Clash and Ranger take hold of one of my breasts just as Wasp started to move.
This... this was the reason I cheated. The power that came with being touched by multiple men was fucking everything to me.
Wasp’s thrusts were hard and powerful, he didn’t stop until his body and mine crashed into one mind-blowing orgasm, one that had me screaming in ecstasy.
“Oh no, it’s not over yet, little minx. It’s time for the others to get a turn.” He moved away, taking a seat in the chair facing the bed, his cock still hard as hell.
“You’re not gonna play?” I whined, watching him stroke himself as the other three men turned my body so they each could have a hole again.
This time, Ranger took my ass while Snyder positioned himself between my legs and claimed my pussy.
“Sometimes,” Wasp said, stroking his cock slowly. “All the fun comes in watching.” He gave me a little wink, reminding me of that time I stood in the hallway and watched him fuck Keelie.
But as the other three men took my body, my eyes kept drifting over to Wasp, catching his dark gaze that was devouring me from afar. There was so much about that man I couldn’t quite explain, all I knew was that I didn’t want to take my eyes off him. I had to see that he was pleased with me.
When his head dipped back and streams of cum shot out of the head of his dick, I found myself falling victim to another orgasm myself, wanting to cum for Master just like he came for me.
Damn, these men really have ruined me.
What the hell am I going to do?
Chapter Six
Skid
Tiffani was clap free. Which meant that Warrant didn’t have it either. The club was in a frenzy while we waited for all our results, and she was chastised for fucking someone outside the club. It almost got her ass kicked out for it, but Sabbath decided otherwise when she said that she was raped after coming home from the store.
Instead of being angry with her, he invoked a new rule, that all females were to be accompanied by a club member when out in public. The Crows were still out there somewhere, just waiting for the right time to strike.
Their disappearance had left us wondering who in the club was stupid enough to turn against us. Fox’s execution should have been enough of a warning to ward any rats from continuing their ratty ways.
My mind drifted back to the only man who consumed my thoughts—Warrant. It was like I couldn’t stop thinking about him. Since Tiffani’s results, he seemed lighter than usual, but I also couldn’t help but think that maybe it had something to do with the other day. How he gripped my cock and fucking owned it with just his punishing grip alone. Was I the reason he was walking on air? Or was it the clap free lifestyle he could live, knowing he was STD free. The scare had the guys rethinking the no condom rule, and I had seen quite a few of them strapping up before fucking sweet butts now.
The idea of fucking anyone but Warrant made me sick to my stomach. Fuck, I was so fucking close to having him. Why didn’t I just let him take me right then and there?
My stupid thoughts were so fucking exhausting that I had to wash them away, turning to the only thing that could make me forget about everything... cocaine.
Sabbath was on another one of his benders as well. It seemed we had similar tastes when it came to washing our demons away. My drug of choice was the one I snorted up my nose, his was a mixture of alcohol and heroin.
“We shouldn’t be dipping into the product, Sabbath,” I argued.
The club didn’t know about our little side hustle. We kept it a secret. It was something Sabbath and I started when we both realized that our addictions needed to be fed. Priest came in on the back end, but for the life of me, I didn’t know why.
“You would never cross me, would you Skid?” he asked, high as a kite.
“Of course not.”
“Because I feel like this club is going to shit and everyone is double crossing me. Well maybe not Warrant, you, and Priest over there.”
Priest looked up from the book he was reading, as quiet as ever. The man was a secretive as they came and I wondered what made him so important to the club, why Sabbath always kept him in his back pocket? There was something about the silent man that made my skin crawl. A dead look to his sincere eyes. A lack of emotion that most people of the cloth possessed.