Chapter 27 Dakota
DAKOTA
The guys all but carry me back towards the front doors. We stop a moment as Lash eyes a door.
Jackal grins. “How do you feel about being a little bit risky?”
“I… how risky is a little?” With bikers I feel I need more details.
“The choir loft.”
“Um…” Do I dare? “Okay.”
We sneak up the curved staircase, popping out in a cluttered entryway full of dusty boxes.
A door leads to the balcony area, which runs the back of the church and is split into two sections by what’s left of a neglected looking pipe organ.
Stiff takes my hand and they lead me over to the far end.
From the look of it, people do come up here sometimes, but not very often.
The floor is divided into wide terraced steps so if there were chairs, you would end up with a sort of stadium setup.
Stiff grabs what might be a blanket or a curtain and spreads it out on the floor at the lowest level so we can move around without everyone below getting a look.
The lights are off up here, but there’s plenty of ambient light from the rest of the church to see what we’re doing as all around me, Lash, Jackal and Stiff strip naked.
Inked-up skin is revealed around me in record time, baring washboard abs, muscular arms, hard asses and lastly, but definitely not least, three long hard cocks, giving me a three cannon salute.
I wet my lips when they finally kneel fully naked before me, letting my eyes drag over the three of them, taking in the view.
Three beautiful men, despite their scars and roughness.
This is my first time seeing all of Jackal, and I trace a finger over the pucker of what must be a bullet wound on his arm. “What was this from?”
“I took a hit in the job where we found Jessica and Anne.”
I press my lips to the scar and he sucks in a harsh breath.
Lash’s snake tattoo wraps itself all the way around his body before coming up his neck and ending at the side of his head.
I learn the entire path as they watch. And last, I kiss my way along the scar that almost killed Stiff.
How did I ever look at men like them and think they were all the same?
Every inch of their bodies is their own unique story.
“You’re overdressed,” Jackal notes calmly, even if his cock is so hard it’s almost vibrating, which doesn’t feel calm at all.
“Shh. I’m enjoying the view.” I capture my lower lip in my teeth as I take my time looking him up and down.
He runs out of patience, pressing his lips tight against mine in a fiery kiss that has me tingling all the way down to my toes.
Stiff loosens my skirt and lets it fall down around my ankles.
Jackal places kisses all over my thighs, closing his way in on my center, where only the feeble coverage of my panties is keeping him from getting at all of me.
There’s so much to keep track of, and it all feels wonderful.
The idea of only ever having one man again seems ridiculous when this is an option.
Rough hands slide up underneath my top. Lash, it has to be, because Stiff is working my panties down over my hips now, baring me to his hot mouth and I’ve already got Jackal right where I want him.
My bra goes slack, and then Lash is up underneath it, cupping my breasts in his big hands and teasing my nipples hard, like they weren’t ready to cut glass already.
Stiff pats the insides of my thighs, wanting me to open for him.
I do. Jackal winds his fingers into my hair, making sure I’m going nowhere while his tongue chases mine, kissing me senseless.
Lash runs his rough fingertips over my sensitive skin, leaving heat trails and goosebumps in their wake.
And then Stiff kisses me right on my clit, sending an explosion of sparks rushing through me.
He might not have Lash’s long tongue, but he’s making excellent use out of the one he’s got, flicking it through my folds and making my knees weak.
And all the while, the party rages on beneath us.
“Please…” I gasp out on a quiet exhale. “I need you. All of you.”
“Come here,” Jackal orders, steadying me as he pulls my shirt and bra up over my head, leaving me as naked as they are.
“You want all of us, we’re gonna make sure you get it.
” But even saying that, like he can’t help himself, he cups my ass and holds me against him so he can press another kiss on me before reluctantly letting go.
Lash stretches out on the blanket and flicks his tongue at me. “Have a seat.”
Oh God. I’m a little self-conscious straddling his head like this, but when his tongue slides deeply through my folds, I forget all about it.
“Here,” Jackal says, kneeling in front of me both steadying me and presenting his big cock in front of my face.
It’s so hard it looks painful, the tip slick and glistening with precum.
Bracing my hands on his thighs and leaning in, I take the head in my mouth, tasting him as I swirl my tongue around the distinct ridge around the crown.
I love the way he groans, and I love that it's me who’s making him feel that way.
Stiff reaches between us from behind, and caresses my breasts while he strokes himself.
Lash stiffens his tongue and literally fucks me with it, making my whole body quiver over him as Jackal slides his fingers into my hair and guides me up and down his length.
I’m floating in a sea of pleasure as we constantly move and adjust each other like a dance. Everywhere I touch, there’s naked skin.
I moan as Lash fucks his tongue into my pussy, the sound of them ringing loud in my ears, but drowned out by the noise from the party. I think this might be Heaven.
My fingers dig into Jackal’s thighs as the molten churn in my core is building.
Distracted, I wrap my hand around the base of his cock to control the depth in my mouth.
It’s hard to focus, so I mostly let my fist do the work as I lick and suck the head.
Stiff tugs my nipples, and each time he does, flares of excitement drive me just a little closer to completion.
Jackal’s hips jerk, thrusting through my fist and into my mouth.
My thighs start to shake, and I lose myself in the climax that’s barreling towards me like an oncoming train.
And then it hits. My moan comes out like a choked scream as my fingernails are close to drawing blood and my muscles pull tighter than piano wire.
I rear back to gasp for breath as I come all over Lash’s tongue, his rough grip on my thighs keeping me in place so I can’t get away from his exquisite torment.
My back arches, pressing my breasts harder into Stiff’s hands.
I have hardly any control over myself as I writhe between them until it feels like I might explode and float away as fluttery debris.
When it finally does fade, slipping out of me like a breaking fever, I slump against them, resting my face against Jackal’s hip, very aware of his hardness next to me, but not quite ready to deal with it yet.
Lash slides his hands up and down my thighs, placing soft kisses right around my most sensitive spots, letting me recover.
Even then, I sometimes jump as one triggers a little after-quake.
“Fuck, that was hot to watch.” Jackal’s lust-darkened voice is thick in my air. “I could watch you come for us, over and over.”
“Keep treating me like that,” I get out through deep breaths, “and you’ll get your wish. Holy crap.”
Lash slides out from underneath me after two final kisses on the insides of my thighs. Stiff eases me down onto all fours, then backs away, replaced by Jackal.
“You ready for more?” Jackal asks, the crinkle of tearing plastic tells me he thinks he knows my answer.
“God, yes.” I feel like we’re just getting started, and I want to please them as much as they please me.
He lines himself up, rubbing the thick head of him between my folds, making himself slick with my wetness, getting me ready for it.
I moan with need, because it feels like he’s taking forever.
“There it is,” he says with a confident chuckle, like he was just waiting for me to beg. Then he pushes himself in.
I groan as he sinks deep. I’m still tight from my orgasm, making everything more sensitive than usual.
I can feel myself clenching around him as he fills me in one slow, measured thrust. My moan is pure pleasure.
He’s so thick. I swear I can feel the blood pulsing through his veins as his hips press flush against my ass.
I look up to find both Lash and Stiff in front of me, hard with need. I open my lips and take Lash first, drawing him deep into my mouth, eager to return the amazing licking he just gave me. His pleased moan makes me smile around his shaft.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Jackal groans. He grips my hips tight, his strong fingers digging into me as he thrusts, rocking me back and forth between him and Lash, at least until Lash slides his finger into my hair for a good grip, then pulls me off and guides me onto Stiff instead.
“Good girls share.” Even if I can’t see it, I can hear the grin in Lash’s voice.
I’m fine with sharing, as long as it’s only them.
He pulls me back again to his own cock, falling into a rhythm of back and forth, just enough to tease them both.
I learn the different feel and taste of their cocks, until I think I would know them even with my eyes closed.
“Switch.” Jackal pulls out so suddenly, I whine around Lash.