Chapter 15 Sandra
SANDRA
Piston takes my hand and leads me up the metal stairs into the clubhouse.
I look around curiously as we head through the large common room.
The Screaming Eagles logo is up on the wall, flanked by two American flags.
We get a few looks, but we don’t stick around, heading instead down a hallway off the main room and up a flight of stairs.
“It’s like a dorm,” I say as we pass doors marked with different names. The hallway is mostly clean, but there are boxes of bike parts, muddy boots outside doors and other miscellaneous things strewn about to show that people actually live here.
“Same idea,” Zero says with a nod. “Probably a bit more room than most students get, but that depends on where you end up. The older rooms are small and kind of shitty. They mostly get used temporarily, or by the guys who live off compound and just need a place to crash sometimes.”
Beast points slightly farther down the hall. “This is me.”
His room is like a studio apartment. Zero’s right, it’s roomier and nicer than any dorm I’ve seen. It’s also neater than I would’ve expected from a guy. There’s a large bed, a black sofa facing a TV with some sort of game console hooked up, some shelves, and a small table with a few chairs.
I look around. He doesn’t have a lot of clutter, but I spot some framed photos that make me curious. You can learn a lot about a person from what they choose to surround themselves with. One is a picture that’s clearly of a younger Beast with two other kids. “Siblings?”
He nods. “My father kicked me out of the house when they were in middle school and we didn’t see each other for years, but we tracked each other down when they got a bit older. Can’t say we’re close, but hey, it’s a work in progress.”
“I know that feeling,” I say with a frustrated huff.
“Need to talk about it?”
I consider it for exactly ten milliseconds, then shake my head. “No. Talking is what I needed a break from.”
"Yeah? We could take you to the zoo." With a low chuckle, Piston steps closer, right up against my back.
“Um…” Stay safe and keep playing this flirting game with them? Or actually take a chance? "I think I’d rather stay a little more private."
"I like the sound of that," Zero says in a predatory tone. He steps in close, sandwiching me between him and Piston. "You going to be a good girl for us? Or are you in the mood to be bad?" The way he says it makes goosebumps rise on my skin.
"What’s the difference?" I ask, my voice a little breathy.
“A good girl gets what she needs, a bad girl takes it.” The implied promise makes me weak in the knees and I lean back against Piston.
His cock is already pressing against his jeans, hard against the small of my back.
My mind is whirling with the way Beast and Piston looked when they were boxing, the feel of straddling Zero as we kissed at the bar, and the moonlight glistening over their three bodies at the beach.
I glance down. Zero’s pants look a little uncomfortable, too.
Sure, I got a few glimpses, but I've yet to see any of them at full mast.
My mouth goes dry at the thought that I'm probably about to.
Beast watches us together for a moment before joining in, putting me at the center of all three of them.
He puts his hands on my waist and turns me until I’m facing him.
With a palm on the back of my head, he pulls me in for a kiss on his soft lips.
His beard tickles my skin as his tongue slides into my mouth and alongside my own.
Someone pops the fly of my jeans. I can't see if it's Piston or Zero, but the zipper goes down, and then my pants do the same. I kick off my shoes and wiggle free of my pants, leaving my lower half completely exposed except for what my panties cover. I sigh into Beast’s mouth as two pairs of hands caress my thighs and butt.
In my fantasies, I've imagined what it might feel like to be the focus of more than one man, but dreams never prepared me for this. Kissed senseless and surrounded by hard male bodies, it’s impossible to focus on any one part of what’s happening, let alone who's doing what.
Beast pulls back, and this time it’s Zero who turns me to him.
His ice blue eyes lock me down as effectively as any kind of restraint.
I stand in front of him, feeling both powerless and powerful as Piston’s hands skirt up my sides, to pull my fitted black tee with pink hearts up over my head.
I raise my hands to let it pass, and then only my underwear is left.
A soft grey triangle bra and matching panties.
They saw me naked on the beach, but this is different. This isn’t playful. This is sex.
Zero slides his strong fingers into my hair, while his thumb caresses my jaw. "Fuck," he hisses.
He makes a fist, twisting my hair just enough to make me tilt my head the way he wants it.
I'm in his power, and it has my pulse racing. They’re all dangerous, but Zero is the one with deadly control, and it’s all focused on me right now.
He leans in, his mouth claiming mine in a bruising kiss.
It’s almost too much, but when he finally lets up, I still find myself chasing after more.
"Undress me," he commands.
Oooooh. Where to start?
He must've taken off his cut when we came in, so I slip my hands underneath the hem of his T-shirt, pressing my palms against his rock hard abs, then slide them upwards, taking his shirt with them. I look up, watching his eyes as my hands slide over his chest. He lifts his arms to help just like I did, but I have to stretch to my toes while he bends just a little to actually take his shirt off. Up close and personal is very different from seeing someone naked at a distance. Now I know the sensation of his skin under my hands, and the way his muscles move as he shifts. It’s going to be burned into my memory forever, no matter what happens.
"Keep going."
I slide his belt free and work his fly open, wiggling the button until it pops out, then pull down the zipper and tug.
A little gasp escapes me when I get his jeans over his hips, revealing the huge bulge that's making his boxer briefs strain for dear life.
As I pull his jeans down, I get down on my knees on the soft rug. From below, it looks even bigger.
“I haven’t—it’s been a while since I’ve—” I wet my lips, nervous.
Zero’s hand tightens in my hair. “Stop. I think we need to make some shit crystal clear. Okay?”
I nod.
“Do you want this? If you say yes, we figure out how that’s gonna look. If you say no, we stop until that answer changes. No harm no foul.”
I’ve never really played with BDSM or power stuff, not on purpose anyway. Is this what it feels like? I think I want to find out. “Yes. I want this. I just might not be what you want, or—”
“Sandra, relax. We’re not here to get off, we’re here for you,” Piston interrupts.
“Is there a safe word or something?” I look up at Zero, his cock is still outlined in staggering detail under the thin cotton.
He smirks, his cool blue eyes half closed as he looks right back. “It’s ‘no’ or ‘stop’ or anything like that. If you’re feeling kinky and wanna roleplay a little, that’s for when we know each other better, got it?”
“And if my mouth’s full?”
“Fucking tease,” he says with a laugh. “Smack someone. Nobody’s tying anyone down today. You got any more questions? Or are you going to suck my dick like a good girl?” The crude words pour out of his mouth and wash over me like pure heat.
I stick out my tongue. “No. I’m going to do it like a bad girl and take what I want.”
Gripping the waistband, I gather my courage and yank downwards. His cock is so hard, I worry about hurting him, but he springs free so hard I swear it's vibrating. The tip is already glistening, smeared with precum. It’s good to know I'm not the only one who's ridiculously horny.
Zero’s briefs fall to his ankles and then it's just me, on my knees in front of him with his oversized cock staring me in the face. I do the only natural thing. Leaning in, I swipe my tongue across the head. The sharp hiss and the way his fingers twitch in my hair is its own reward.
"Fuck." It's a harsh whisper.
I wrap my fingers around him in wonder, marveling at the heat beneath my fingers. His pulse thrums through the shaft, steel hard and waiting.
Something moves at the corner of my eyes, making me glance left.
Beast has flicked open his jeans, and another cock enters the playing field.
This is the first time I’ve ever had the chance to compare multiple cocks at the same time.
He’s a little thicker, and the color is darker, but every bit as tempting.
Without letting go of Zero, I wrap my free hand around Beast’s shaft and press a kiss to his crown. My lips come away salty.
Piston watches, hand pressing the outside of his pants as I handle both of his friends with long, languid strokes.
Alternating between them, I kiss and lick first one, then the other, back and forth, tasting both of them, learning their flavors, while I use their precum and my own spit to make them slippery all over.
Instead of pushing a third cock in my face, he kneels behind me, pushing down the soft cups of my bra and capturing my breasts in his hands.
Trapping my sensitive nipples between his fingertips, he traces the sensitive skin of my areolae until my hips are moving, looking for more.
"Spread your knees a little," he orders, sliding a hand into my panties.
I obey, only to have him lie right down on the rug on his back and move until his head is between my knees.
He pulls my panties to the side and spreads me open.
"That's the prettiest, wet little pussy I've seen in my fucking life.
" He wraps his strong hands around my thighs and pulls me right down to his mouth before I even know how to respond.
A ragged breath punches out of my lungs as his tongue slides through my folds.
For just a moment Piston’s tongue dips inside me, then continues right up to flick over my clit.
The next time it happens, I have Beast in my mouth, and my throaty moan around him makes him do the same. Like we're all connected.
I think I could get used to this.
With Piston making me gasp and squirm, it's a lot harder to concentrate on Zero and Beast, but I do my best. At least until Piston slides a finger inside me and sucks at my clit, flicking his tongue so steadily I could set a watch by it.
My hips stutter, helplessly thrusting in his grip while I'm just holding on to the cocks for support.
“Look at you,” Beast says as I come, like he’s watching a sunrise.
Zero’s hands steady me, and Piston's grip on my thighs keeps me upright until the aftershocks leave me feeling wrung out and exhausted.
"Fucking perfect." Piston makes a show of licking his lips before standing.
I laugh. "But you guys haven't—"
“The day is still young, babe,” Beast says with a chuckle. He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.
Zero nudges my knees apart with his foot. “Close your eyes. Hands behind your back.”
I can feel the order down to my toes, and it doesn’t even occur to me to do anything but listen. I hear them moving, and soft caresses brush my skin as they arrange themselves in front of me. Holy crap, this is hot.
A hand squeezes my jaw and I open my mouth.
A hard cock slides in. I wrap my lips around him immediately, savoring the masculine flavor and running my tongue around the pronounced ridge behind the crown.
He groans, stroking the base of his cock as he thrusts between my lips.
To either side, I hear the wet sounds of the others getting themselves off at the same time.
Another hand. The cock in my mouth vanishes and my head is turned. Another cock.
There’s nothing stopping me from opening my eyes or moving my hands, but it feels so good to sink into the feeling of being alternated between them. Being the center of their attention is the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.
"Fuck," Beast hisses just before slick heat spatters against my shoulder and neck, where it slides in a wet trail down towards my breast.
I can’t help it, my eyes open. The look of satisfaction on Beast’s face sends a new jolt through my clit. This time he’s the one that kneels behind me, holding me up as Piston and Zero continue to use my mouth. And this time I can watch.
It's as sexy as I imagined.
Beast presses one hand to my pussy and the other lightly cradles the base of my neck, holding me against his firm chest. Piston is the next to come, thrusting between my lips as I grind my pussy into Beast’s palm.
Piston’s thick cum coats my tongue in pulses, which I swallow instinctively, every drop until he's empty, my lips tight around the sensitive head.
Zero pushes Piston away, holding me by the hair as he groans deep in his chest and paints my breasts, his heavy cum mixing with Beast's as he strokes himself to a finish.
As he starts to fall back, I lean in and capture him between my lips to suck the last drops off him.
The pleased moan he lets out is almost as good as when he tells me, "Good girl."
And then Beast's fingers come to life, sliding over my clit, faster and faster while all I can do is sit there looking up at Piston and Zero, my body covered in their cum.
“Let go,” Zero whispers.
I can't hold back any longer. My body jerks in Beast’s arms as I scream deep in my throat and come apart. I stare at the ceiling, seeing nothing. Every nerve in my body fires at once, like my skin is on fire.
"Oh my God," I wheeze as I finally come back to Earth. "Who are you again? Where am I?"
Beast's laugh vibrates behind me.
Zero looks down with a grin. “What a good little bad girl you’re turning out to be.”