40. Willow
40
WILLOW
Despite there being four of us, somehow we make it work in the shower by the guys taking turns with me in there. It’s pretty clear they’re comfortable with each other naked, but apparently there are lines. I'm not going to complain. It gives me hard bodies to press against, big dicks to wrap my fingers around and big hands that are everywhere, whether they're insisting on washing me, or just copping a feel.
By the time I come out of the shower to find three bikers dressed in nothing but scars and tattoos, holding up a towel to dry me off and ready to drag me off to my bedroom, I might be clean, but I'm feeling decidedly dirty.
I don't get to keep the towel for long.
“Alright, I'm just gonna ask you before shit gets real,” Dragon says, turning me his way, where he's kneeling on the bed, his huge dick proudly erect and pointing right at me. “We just went through some crazy shit. If you don't want this right now… well, I was gonna say something clever, but that's it. We process shit differently, and this is too much, we get it.”
I'm just trying to picture platonic cuddling with the three of them butt naked. That would last all of ten seconds and I’m not sure who would break first.
“Please. I think I could actually use a little fun physical contact right now. I want to feel connected to you.” I cup my breasts like I'm offering them to him. “Just make sure it takes enough time for the hot water to fill up.”
I've barely got the words out when Skyhigh presses up against my back, his thick hardness against my spine and his hands sliding in underneath mine so that he can be the one to hold my breasts instead. “Sounds like a fucking deal.” His deep, sexy voice holds a promise that makes my knees weak. “But I’ve gotta ask. I know you’re on the pill, but are you cool with not using condoms, or…?”
I hesitate just for a second. I’ve already trusted Dragon, but… “Only us?”
“We’re yours, and you’re ours, baby,” Skyhigh says solemnly. “Fucking swear it.”
Blackout nods. “Always.”
“Then yes, I want to feel you exactly like you are.”
They waste no time. Dragon and Blackout close in on me from either side, so I can easily reach both of their cocks at the same time. When I bend forwards a little, I can swirl my tongue around Dragon's nipple. They pulse in my hands, thick, already getting slick from the precum that I spread around with my fingers.
Dragon pulls me up into a rough kiss, his tongue teasing my mouth open before he explores me, taking charge while I try to remember to stroke both him and Blackout. He lets up, but only long enough for Blackout to tug me his way instead. I barely get time to draw a fresh breath before I'm lip-locked again, being kissed absolutely silly.
There's something frantic about our need for each other. Today was a stark reminder of how fragile life is, and we're eager to celebrate that we're still alive. That we're here, touchable, strokable, lovable. That we can drive each other wild, until we collapse in a sweaty, sticky mess. At least that's my goal right now.
“Fuck, I love these,” Skyhigh breathes into my ear while he hefts my breasts and slides his rough thumbs over my almost painfully erect nipples. While Blackout devours me, Skyhigh nibbles my ear and kisses down my neck, the brief touches of his lips giving me sexy chills.
I come up for breath just long enough for Dragon to take over again. As Skyhigh slides a hand down my side and over my hip, Dragon captures the free breast, and then both he and Skyhigh are teasing me, their touches in sync and distinct at the same time. Blackout, meanwhile, starts caressing my thighs, exploring with his clever fingers closer and closer to my core.
As much as I love fooling around with them one on one or two on one, nothing beats having all four of us together. I can drown in sensations, not even always knowing who is doing what because there are hard cocks and hard bodies no matter which way I turn.
“I'm so fucking glad you're in one piece,” Skyhigh whispers in my ear. “Otherwise I couldn't do this.” He slides his hand from my hip down to cup me, gently teasing me open, where he finds me already so wet for him. He slides his fingers through my slickness, spreading it over my lips and up to my sensitive little nub, that's swollen at attention. The first time he passes over it, just barely touching, I let out a throaty moan right into Dragon's kiss.
Two fingers together, he pushes them slowly into me, always making sure they're slick and sliding smoothly over my skin, right up until they're as far as they can go. When he pulls back out, he curls them and strokes me from the inside, sending a flood of endorphins and dopamine racing through me.
Blackout pulls me back to him, plundering my mouth with his eager tongue, burying a hand in my hair while the other slides over my hip and back to the top of my ass. I'm struggling with remembering to stroke him and Dragon, because it’s all too easy to get distracted by everything I'm feeling.
It’s not fair because I'm pretty sure they're trying to distract me on purpose.
To make me come apart between them.
Skyhigh withdraws his fingers, only to be replaced with Dragon's. He fucks me with his thick digits in a slow, steady rhythm, cranking my engine until it's threatening to overheat. Blackout pulls back, and I see Skyhigh make a show of sucking his glistening fingers clean. He looks me in the eyes as his tongue flicks over the tip of his index finger, knowing what I’m thinking when I see him do it.
“Please,” I whisper.
They laugh softly together. “Please what, baby girl,” asks Blackout.
“Someone lick me.” It's not as embarrassing to ask for now. I'm getting better at knowing what I want, and they're so determined to give it to me, whatever it is.
“I think you can get dirtier.”
Jesus. Fine! “Can one of you bastards eat me out until I come all over your stupid face?”
“That's more like it.” Blackout laughs.
Skyhigh is already on his way.
He slides down onto the bed until he's lying flat on his back, then pulls me over to straddle him so I'm facing his very, very erect cock. “Have a seat,” he says with a laugh, then grabs my hips and pulls me against him. When his tongue paints a wide swath between my folds, I have to brace my hands against his powerful thighs. My moan is loud, but I can't control it. That's exactly what I was begging for.
But after a moment, I can lower my front too, taking the tip of his thick cock into my mouth and swirling my tongue around the pronounced ridge under the head. I get a muffled, “Oh, fuck,” between my thighs, the air of his sudden exhale brushing over my clit. It makes me moan around him, and he groans in response. We build off each other, pleasure for pleasure.
Meanwhile, Dragon and Blackout are at my sides, stroking themselves, keeping their cocks hard as steel while they explore me with their free hands. Through my hair, down my back, over my sides and the outsides of my thighs. Just touched, constantly, everywhere. I'm swimming in a sea of sexy men, set on arousing me in any way they can.
I gasp as I come up for air, and find Blackout right there in front of me, his cock pointing at my face. Grinning at his eagerness, I take him in, teasing him with my tongue, sucking him like I want to make him come already. His groan comes from deep in his throat, as he thrusts his hips just enough to fuck my mouth without going too deep.
I get a disappointed moan when I let him go, but Skyhigh makes up for it with a happy noise as I take him back into my mouth. Like a reward, he dips his tongue deep inside me before sliding it back up and over my clit. I close my eyes and dig my nails into his thighs while he lures out the climax hiding just around the corner.
Blackout's dick bounces against my nose, eager for more attention. Speaking of logs. I hope they don't hear my giggle as I switch again, taking him into my mouth and tasting him. It's funny how they're so much the same and still so different. Skyhigh likes it when I swirl my tongue just so, but Blackout gives me the best moans when I trace the edge before sucking hard. He pulses between my lips, so powerfully I swear I can feel the blood course through his length.
“Fuck, make room.” Dragon, sick of being on the sidelines, gets behind me and pulls me back until my nipples hang over Skyhigh's mouth instead of my needy pussy. But then Dragon drives his whole length into me, so deep he pushes my breath right out of me. God, he's so thick. I curl my fingers, pulling the sheets into my fists as I hold on while Dragon and Blackout rock me between them. Getting fucked is exactly what I needed.
Skyhigh captures my nipple in his mouth, tugging me down until he can cover the whole thing with his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. Blackout has his hands buried deep in my hair, guiding me on his cock so eagerly that sometimes he bumps too deep and I gag on him. And I don't even care. Not while Dragon is fucking me like some kind of monster. Losing control makes it so primal, so… real. So incredibly dirty. If I could distill this feeling into a bottle and just pour it into my pages, I would sell more books than every other author in the world put together. I'm going to try, but mere words will never compare to this feeling.
Skyhigh rolls out from under me and suddenly I'm pulled right off Dragon and pushed down on my back.
“Hey!” Dragon yells with a laugh, but by then Skyhigh is already pushing himself deep between my thighs.
He lets out a primal groan as he sinks deep, rolling his hips as he fills me. “God damn you feel good, baby.”
“Lean back,” Dragon orders, and gives Skyhigh a shove so that he can straddle my ribs and settle that big cock between my breasts. He's already glistening and slick from having been in me, and when he grabs my tits in his big hands and pushes them together, he fucks them effortlessly. With each stroke, the big head pokes out, so close to my face that I can swipe my tongue over it. It tastes of him, me, and sex. So much sex.
Blackout disappears out of the room for a moment, but comes back with the jar of coconut oil I keep near the shower, already rubbing it into his cock. For a bit, he sits on the chair in front of the old dressing table and watches us, stroking himself slowly with long, languid movements. It's nice to look at, when I'm not watching Dragon's cock between my tits, or just losing myself in Skyhigh's powerful thrusts, but then he stands and comes closer.
“Can't just fucking watch from the cuck chair. Roll her over.” After a moment of obviously not wanting to relinquish my breasts, Dragon moves to the side. Skyhigh, grinning with lewd anticipation, rolls the both of us around so suddenly that I yelp in surprise, only for it to change to a howl of pleasure as I find myself straddling him with his big cock inside me and my hands braced against his shoulders.
Skyhigh’s big blue eyes drop to my still swaying tits. “Fucking amazing. You're so goddamn hot, Willow. Fuck.” He jams his cock up into me with a grip like a vice on my hips, filling me up from below. I moan, a raw primal sound as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.
The bed shifts as Blackout climbs aboard, and I close my eyes trying to relax, knowing what's coming. God, I want it, I want all three of them at once, but getting started is a stretch.
He starts with a finger—his thumb, I think—spreading the oil around, making me all slippery. The sensation of him running his fingertip around back there has me already groaning in anticipation. Maybe I'm getting more used to the idea. Though I can't imagine I'll ever get so used to it that it doesn’t feel like a stretch. Most people never do this, but here I am, in love with three bikers who love to share me. He pushes his fingertip inside, drawing a sudden gasp. The tingles are still there, but more intense. And the deeper he goes and the faster he pulls out and pushes in, the lower I moan, the harder I clutch Skyhigh, and the closer I get to having my first orgasm already.
Look at me being spoiled. Before I met them, I thought of sex as something that felt good but was more for men, and now I'm waiting on my first climax, knowing there'll be plenty more where that came from.
A sudden second finger sliding into my ass pulls me right out of my musing, forcing me to pay attention. It's all slicked up like the first one, but with two, the stretch is more challenging. Makes me groan louder. And then, once I'm taking that easily enough, the fingers go away, and I know what's coming next.
Other than me, of course.
Blackout's thick cock opens me, stretching me around him, made even thicker by having Skyhigh in my pussy, who hasn't softened one bit while he's been waiting. I grit my teeth and push back against them as Blackout works himself all the way in. And then slides out, then back in, and out. Faster. And when I nod, Skyhigh moves again too, both of them rocking together, each at their own tempo and rhythm. Sometimes they rock me together, sometimes they’re opposite, one in and one out. All I know is that it's all amazing, and that they've got me mewling and panting like a thirsty kitten in no time.
“Give me your arms.” Blackout catches both of them by the wrist and carefully twists them behind my back so he can hold both in one hand. “Okay?”
I gasp out a “Yes.” I'm no gymnast, but that angle I can manage fine. And I know how he loves his women restrained in some way, even if we're not using cuffs or spreader bars. At least not this time. Maybe I need to do a little online shopping.
Dragon kneels in front of me, presenting his cock to my mouth, and I swallow him eagerly. For the first time ever, I'm taking all three of them at once, and it's a sensory overload. So much bare skin, hard muscle and so many curious fingers, exploring me all over while I do my best to satisfy all of them. And they do their best to satisfy me.
My core is on fire, my skin tingles all over, and my heart thunders like I'm running a marathon. I'm being fucked in three directions, and like a geyser getting hotter and hotter right under the surface, I finally boil over.
With a scream around Dragon's cock, I come, arching into Skyhigh as my whole body goes taut, flexing around him and Blackout both. I try to keep moving against them, but I lose control. My eyes roll back as that now familiar surge starts deep in my belly and erupts, pouring boiling hot lava into every little extremity. I swear my fingertips and tippy toes are coming. A sheet of pure white drops like a stage curtain over my vision and I struggle against Blackout's steel grip, going nowhere, even as I'm flying. And my orgasm refuses to stop as they keep fucking me, stimulating me everywhere they touch, right up until I collapse limp between them, completely, blissfully used up.
“Oh fuck,” Blackout groans as he swells in my ass and loses his own battle. He pulses, his cock flexing over and over. And he's not even done before Skyhigh follows. With the both of them filling me with all that is them, a series of aftershocks courses through me, making me twitch and moan. Blackout slips out and rolls off with a groan, with me following him, sliding off Skyhigh's thickness. We're all worn out, all except Dragon, who's watching us with his cock in hand.
I spread my legs and lick my lips. “You too,” I whisper, exhausted, but wanting all of them to finish in me. To make that connection with all of them tonight.
“You sure?”
“If you don’t think it’s gro?—”
He wastes no time fitting his hips between mine and driving home. “If sex isn’t at least a little gross, you’re fucking doing it wrong,” he whispers in my ear. I laugh, throwing my arms around his neck and enjoying being totally soaking wet, with my own juices and full of Skyhigh's cum. Dragon doesn’t care, just pins me down and fucks me, filling the room with the wet sounds of eager sex.
He takes it slow, mouth at my neck and heavy body pinning me to the bed as he coaxes a second orgasm out of me, and when he’s finally ready, he comes, groaning deep and pulsing as he fills me.
I'm completely, happily, fucked out.
For a while, we all just lie there, four of us in a bed meant for two at the most, breathing like we’re all drowning, just waiting for our will to move to return.
“God, I'm a mess,” I whisper. “A blessed, satisfied, absolutely exhausted, happy mess.”
“So now what?” Blackout asks. “Shower?”
“But showers always lead to sex.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I groan happily.
They’ll protect me from the rest of the world, but it might be this part of being in love with a bunch of dangerous bikers that ends up killing me. But what a way to go.