Chapter 11
I should be ready to pass out after the day we had, which was topped off by my brother’s insanity. And while part of me was tired, I knew there was no way I would be able to sleep in this condition.
Breezy and I spent a solid hour after Jess left talking together.
The men had left us alone. She cried. I cried.
We hugged and vowed to support each other.
She’d gone to bed an hour ago, barely able to keep her eyes open.
Before she did, she surprised us. She hugged me and Stryder, no big deal.
But then she turned and hugged Stalker and Predator.
I heard her murmur to them a thank you for being our defenders.
Then she kissed their cheeks and went to bed.
They’d stood there dumbstruck for a long time.
Stryder had remained with us after Jess left.
After Breezy went to bed, he told us to get some sleep, and he’d see us sometime tomorrow.
He and I hugged hard before he left. With him gone, the three of us sat down, and my men comforted me.
I was wrapped in the arms of two muscular bikers who whispered sweetness into my ears.
At some point, the sweet had triggered my steamy side.
We’d come to our room, as they referred to it.
I was left to take a bath. They excused themselves to use the shower down the hall, the one Breezy used.
I wanted to ask them to stay, but I let them go.
As I soaked, I realized it had been a mistake to let them do it—a mistake I planned to rectify now.
I’d dressed in a silky camisole and shorts set.
The bust and hem were edged in soft lace.
It was a pale reddish-violet color. The guys were done and in the bedroom when I walked out of the bathroom.
I watched their faces as I traipsed in. Their eyes widened.
I knew desire when I saw it. They were leaning against the headboard, in their loose lounge pants, on either side of the bed, leaving the middle for me.
The top sheet and quilt were folded to the bottom of the bed.
I stood there, saying nothing. Predator cleared his throat, but his words came out hoarse.
“Dolcezza, come over here.”
Smiling, I exaggerated the sway of my hips.
The camisole barely contained my tits. I’d bought it, but when I tried it on at home, I discovered it wasn’t enough to contain them while I slept.
I wore it one time, and by morning, they were both uncovered.
However, tonight, it would be perfect. That was why I packed it before Breezy brought more of our things.
I intended to seduce Stalker and Predator.
It might be too soon in a lot of people’s opinion, but not in mine.
I was ready to dive off the cliff with them. They made me feel free and brave.
When I reached the foot of the bed, I bent over and put my hands, then my knees, on the mattress.
I crawled sensuously up the bed. I heard the groans they let out.
As I trailed my gaze from their feet up their bodies, I couldn’t miss the bulges growing in their pants.
Tonight, I’d do more than touch them under the fabric.
As I drew even with their shoulders, I gasped as I was grabbed by Stalker and flipped onto my back. He rolled, hovering over the right side of me. Predator did the same on the left. Both were breathing heavily as if they’d exerted themselves.
A sense of power rushed through me, intensifying the dampness between my legs. My nipples were tight buds pushing at the silk of my top. They’d have to be blind to miss them. Seconds later, after staring at each other, they lowered their heads to my ear. Warm breath whispered over my ears.
“Looks like our baby wants to play. Is that what you want, Melyster?” Stalker purred.
Right after him, Predator murmured, “Do you want us to touch you, Dolcezza? To make you feel good?”
But that wasn’t all they did. Their fingers found my tight nipples, which they tugged and twisted, heightening my lust. I moaned and thrust my tits deeper into their hands. This signaled them to do more.
My neck was kissed, licked, and even nibbled on as their hands massaged my tits and plucked at my nipples.
I didn’t know how long that lasted, but I was in a hellish heaven.
I wanted more, yet I also wanted them to move on.
My shorts were soaked in the crotch. I gasped when both tits were popped free of their confines and were sucked into their hot mouths.
I writhed and whimpered as my men made love to them.
The dual sensation was incredible. Just their ministration to my upper half had me racing toward my first orgasm from breast play.
I jerked when their hands skimmed down my ribs to my hips and then to my shorts.
They wiggled their hands underneath the thin fabric.
They’d fingered me before, but not like this.
My legs were thrust apart by their legs, making room for them both to delve between mine.
Less than thirty seconds of touching and I was a goner.
I cried out as my body shook and I released more wetness.
They sucked and fingered me faster, extending my release until I was barely able to catch my breath.
Finally, they slowed everything down and lifted away from my red, tender nipples.
“God, you have no idea how good it is to hear you cry out like that. Your tits are perfection, Daya. The perfect handful and so responsive,” Stalker murmured.
“And to feel how slick and hot your pussy gets as we tease you is amazing. Do you want us to call it quits? We don’t have to do more,” Predator said. I heard the strain in his voice as he offered.
I shook my head vigorously. I wanted no doubt that I was consenting to more, much more. Tonight, I would give myself to them more fully. I would have both their cocks by the end of the night.
“Please, I need more. These clothes hurt,” I enticed.
“You want to be totally naked?” Stalker verified.
“Yes, everything has to go,” I whimpered.
I pushed at the waistband. In a second, my hands were forced out of the way.
Their hands slid back up, snagged the waistband, and dragged my shorts down.
I pressed with my heels to lift my ass so they could clear it.
When my shorts reached my knees, I used my legs to work them the rest of the way.
I used one foot to fling the material away. Now, they were both on their knees.
“Daya, may we remove the top piece?” Predator asked.
“Yes, please.”
With practiced efficiency, they had it up and over my head, then gone within moments.
Both of them moaned, then lowered their heads to suck on my nubs, bite lightly, and then kissed them.
I was panting as they walked themselves on their knees further down my body until they were even with my hips.
Their hands were callused and sent shivers through my body as they pried my legs wider apart. Cool air hit my heated core.
“We’ve got to taste you. Licking our fingers clean last time wasn’t enough. We want to taste straight from your pussy. Are you alright with that?” Predator asked hoarsely.
“God, yes, please, yes,” I wailed.
A growl ripped from him. I was gently dragged until my legs were hanging over the edge of the bed. Predator kneeled on the carpet. He inhaled and groaned.
“Christ, do you smell her, Stalker? She’s ambrosia. And so damn beautiful. Look at these pink, puffy lips guarding the juicy middle. And not a single hair in sight to prevent her from feeling every damn lick, suck, or bite,” he muttered.
He buried his face between my legs and flicked his tongue up my center.
I shuddered. His moan made me wetter. As Predator grew more and more aggressive in how he ate my pussy, which was perfection and made me push closer to a climax, I glanced up.
Stalker was on his knees watching his friend hungrily eat me.
The bulge in his pants was massive, and a spot of wetness marred the front. He was leaking precum.
“Riggs, please,” I whimpered.
“Please what, Daya?” he asked hoarsely.
“Give me your cock. Let me suck it. I want to make you feel good, Ladykiller. Fill my mouth up with your cum,” I taunted.
He shuddered. “Jesus, are you sure?”
“Oh, I’m very sure. Hurry,” I moaned.
In the blink of an eye, he shoved those pants to his knees.
His cock bounced and slapped his lower stomach.
The head was fiery red. Precum coated the tip and was even running down his shaft.
Stalker fisted the base and held it above my mouth.
I lifted my head and stuck out my tongue, running it up the underside of his shaft to the head.
I hummed when the tang of his precum hit my tongue.
Stalker’s head fell back, and he moaned loudly.
Impatiently, I pushed his hand away and took over gripping him.
His cock was thick and long. The heat coming off of it was intense.
Then, I began slowly pumping it as I licked and sucked all over his length and balls.
But I avoided the head. His hands fisted on his thighs.
I was racing toward an orgasm from what Predator was doing.
Unable to wait, I tugged until Stalker was on his hands and knees over my head.
I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth.
His groan was low and long. I went to work.
I wanted him to come, and I wanted it to correspond to my climax, if possible.
I sucked, licked, nibbled, and stroked like I was desperate, because I was. I fondled his sac. It wasn’t long before I felt myself tightening. I hummed, causing Stalker to jerk as the vibration ran up his shaft. I tightened my grip and sucked him deeper as I thrashed the head with my tongue.
“Daya, baby, shit, I’m close already,” he moaned.
Predator paused to speak.
“How does it feel?” He asked Stalker.
“Fucking out of this world. God, she sucks cock like a fucking dream,” Stalker muttered.
I heard Predator groan, then he was back to feasting.
It was less than a minute later that I crested and cried out.
My cry was muffled by my mouthful of cock, but it was alright because it caused Stalker to tip over the edge.
He growled, and his cock and hips jerked as he pumped his cum down my throat.
I eagerly drank down every bit of it. Predator kept edging me as my orgasm kept coming.
By the time Stalker and I were done, I felt limp.
Stalker hovered over me, gasping for breath.
His softening cock was in my mouth. I laved it, making sure to clean him well before I moved away. I floated there in a sea of bliss.