Vicious Punks
Breathing hard, I straighten from my crouched position over Larry's body and blow the hair out of my face with a grin as blood trickles down my cheek. Pure bliss shoots through my body at seeing the strange way Larry’s leg is bent, the odd angle of his arm, and his face bleeding… I took my rage out on them.
It felt fucking fantastic.
I glance up and see the two horrified gazes of Gary and Stan hugging each other as they stare in shock at the blood surrounding me.
I probably look crazy but couldn’t care less.
Tey doesn’t seem to know where to look, his gaze going to the blood I’m covered in and flickering down to Gary and Stan whimpering at my feet.
Nicky keeps eyeing my bat, his fists clenched at his sides, but his gaze stops at the scrap of lace between my legs like he’s going to rip it off of me with his teeth.
I notice Logan next to him, his chest heaving up and down as he tries to hold himself back, but the passion in his darkening gaze makes my thighs squeeze together to release the pressure building there.
“Nicky,” I absently say, making eye contact with Dalton, his whole body vibrating like he’s seconds away from grabbing me.
“Tillie,” Nicky growls, his voice deep and oh so dangerous.
“It’s your turn.” I glance at him and hold out the bat, waiting for him to take it.
He needs an outlet too. It could have been his sister in my place in the locker room, and I know how much he cares for her.
He doesn’t say anything as he grabs the baseball bat and swipes my hair off my shoulder to caress that tender spot between my neck and shoulder as he walks by.
Stan whimpers as he tries to crawl away, but Nicky grasps the back of his collar and slams him to the ground just before he lifts the bat.
Screaming pierces my ear, and the sound of more bone crunching fills the space as Nicky beats the shit out of Stan, but I can’t seem to focus on anything.
I feel anxious and jumpy, like I need to run and keep going until I can’t breathe.
“Get down on your knees, little bitch,” Dalton says in a gruff voice, his violent eyes heating as they trail over my body.
I tilt my head, not understanding why he’s suddenly bossing me around and wondering what exactly he’s up to, especially when he grins that stupid smile. Stupid dimples.
“On your knees and crawl.” He points to his boots, his hard tone telling me to not bother arguing with him, and I better listen.
I hesitate for a split second and slowly sink to my knees, my breathing coming out easier once I’m kneeling on the carpet.
My whole life I’ve been told what to do.
I craved freedom, but having that moment of control actually scared me.
I don’t know how to handle these feelings.
Fear of the unknown sneaks up on me, and I need something to ground me back to reality.
Eyeing Dalton’s boots, I get on my hands and knees and do something that really lets me know I’ve gone off the deep end.
I crawl over to him, my hips swaying, and I know the guys are getting an eyeful of my ass and the wet line right over my pussy lips.
Stopping at his feet, I stare down at his biker boots and slowly drag my gaze up his tall, built body until I’m looking into violet eyes that are enjoying every moment of this.
“I think we’ve allowed you enough freedom, don’t you think?” Dalton mutters, resting his hand on the top of my head… Is he petting me?
He is! It’s strange, but I’m kind of loving it.
His fingers keep sliding through my hair, pulling slightly at the locks, making my scalp tingle, and my eyes try to slip closed at the feeling.
I’m trying not to lean into his touch as his expression turns arrogant, like he knows what’s going through my mind, and it’s hard to keep my cheeks from flushing with lust.
“Kiss my boots.” His voice gets gravelly, as if he likes the idea a little too much.
I can only glare up at him and turn my head away with a scowl.
I notice Nicky has stopped beating Stan with a bat, his white shirt covered in blood, but he’s actually smiling like he’s enjoying himself.
He puts his messy hair into a bun and helps Tey drag a passed-out Gary over to my feet, face down.
“Don’t look at them; look at me,” Dalton orders, placing a finger under my chin to direct my gaze so I’m staring up at him. “I did promise you something, didn’t I?” He shifts his eyes over to Gary and then looks at me again… It suddenly clicks what he is referring to.
I did, after all, admit my fantasy to Dalton in the dark closet that day, and now he’s making it come true.
He’s also messing with me, just like the garage all over again, and he expects me to actually kiss his biker boots.
Logan’s leaning against the wall right beside us, silently watching me with that intense, cool, honey gaze to see what I’ll do.
I decide to play along, but on my terms. I’m taking control of my body, and right now, I want to use Dalton for my own personal gain.
I start to lean down towards his boots, making sure my back is arched enough for Tey and Nicky behind me to see how wet I am, my thighs parted enough for them to make out the line of my pussy lips through my panties.
Just when my breath is fogging the tip of his boots, I quickly straighten and have Dalton's belt unbuckled in seconds before he can try to shove me.
back down. He groans low in his throat with desire, wanting me, craving this, as I unzip his jeans and reach in to grasp his big, hard cock.
My fingers don’t wrap fully around his girth, the texture smooth and velvety soft.
When I finally take him out, his chest heaves up and down as his fists clench by his side, trying to stop himself from shoving me down on his big cock.
His dick really is so large that I’m pretty sure a lot of women can’t handle him, but he’s lucky because I’m not like most women.
I can’t help leaning forward to feel the warmth of him on my tongue.
I lick him leisurely from base to tip, my tongue dragging along him and making him groan again as he tilts his head back in pleasure.
“This is what you wanted, right?” I purr, wanting him to beg for it.
I pause around the tip of him as a drop of pre-cum leaks out, my mouth wide open, but I don’t take him in. My hot breath fans the underside of him, and his breathing deepens as he stares down at me, running his tongue along his upper lip.
“I love it when she gets sassy, but I love it more when she’s covered in blood,” Tey mumbles absentmindedly behind me, running a finger down my spine.
“I think she’s using you, Dalton.” Nicky says in a deep, throaty voice, and he gives a swift kick to Gary’s ribs just because he can.
“Why don’t you tell him what you really want, baby girl?” Logan muses, crooking an eyebrow at me as he draws my head back by fisting my hair.
This view allows me to see all four of them towering over me, making me feel small and surrounded. I’m back on my knees, but I can see the difference this time. I’m fucking wanted… desired, but I can stop this at any time and walk away.
“Say it,” Dalton demands in a growly voice as my neck strains at the position.
“I want you to fuck me. Make me feel good; numb my mind,” I admit in a raspy voice.
I’m yanked to my feet and spun around before I can blink.
With my back flush against Dalton’s front and his cock grazing my lower back, he slides his calloused hands up and down my sides, giving me goosebumps.
Logan tightens his grip on my hair and controls my movements, making me bend over until my eyes are level with the front of Tey’s pants zipper.
Glancing up, Tey gives me a sinister smile.
He wipes something off my cheek with his thumb and brings it into my line of sight so I can see the blood.
“I did tell you that I’d fuck your mouth next time when you’re covered in blood.” Tey nibbles on his lip ring as he unzips his pants and pulls out his cock.
I can only stare and stare some more. I’m pretty sure my mouth is wide open in shock.
He lifts his shirt off over his head, giving me a view of his six-pack of hard ridges that shift as he moves.
He starts stroking his hard, steel cock in front of my face, his long length growing bigger the more I stare.
My eyes widen as his fist moves away from the tip of his cock, the shiny metal making my mouth water.
I want to see what it feels like sliding against my tongue, see if it’s cool and smooth as it looks.
His cock is pierced with a barbell. I understand the term "big dick energy," but these guys really don’t mess around. Long and thick, big enough to make me choke, especially with his penis pierced. I wonder how it would feel while it’s moving inside me, in and out, hard and fast. The thought makes my pussy flutter, and I kind of hope to find out soon.
“Damn, Tey,” Dalton whistles as he, too, stares at Tey’s cock. “Did you and Nicky go together or something? You get a piercing while he gets his cock tattooed?” Nicky reaches over and slaps the back of Dalton’s head with narrowed eyes.
“Shut the hell up. Make her moan, and I’ll stab Gary each time she makes a sound. Oh, and she likes her ass spanked. That should get her going.” Nicky grins as Dalton glares at him. Nicky goes to sit at our feet, pulling out a knife.