Chapter 23 Carmen #3
I shoot up from the seat and lead the way, and they follow, slow enough that Carter doesn’t get too far behind on his crutches.
“What’s this business with you and Carmen? Alone?” I hear Vex question behind me as we head outdoors. “You know the rules.”
Carter chuckles. “Then it’s a good thing our names weren’t on her ass cheek yet.”
Their names on my ass cheek?
As far as commitment goes, this is pretty big.
Tied to three men for the rest of my life? No thank you.
When you emotionally tie yourself to people, they always find a way to let you down. That’s what I came to learn over the years. But the bikers wouldn’t have saved my life and Otis’s if they were in this for the short term.
The tattoo parlor smells like old wood and antiseptic as I step in through the creaking door. Faded light filters in through blackout windows, giving the space a sense of privacy.
I kick off my shoes and shuffle onto the table as the bikers each take their positions around me.
“On my butt cheek?”
Their giant shadows surround me, sending me into complete submission. Suddenly, I’m a small woman in the presence of three mighty bikers. There’s no way out. No way for me to escape. I can’t stick out my chest and look big when the three of them are built like literal gorillas.
The thought of being vulnerable always shook me to the core. It’s why I wore heeled boots, and why I kept my spine straight, chin up, to command the respect I was desperately trying to earn. Being small like my mother in any shape or form meant weakness.
And weakness was bad.
But this evening, I welcome the vulnerability.
And I feel everything twice as much as a result.
“Out of this.” Vex signals to my pants. “Now.”
“Why should I undress myself when you guys can do that for me?” I lift up my arms and impatiently wait for one of them to remove my shirt.
It comes off in a flash.
They pin me to the flat surface. I arch my back and raise my legs as they remove my pants.
The bra and panty set I’m wearing has been on long before the warehouse incident. Preoccupied with Otis and Sadie coming over, I have not yet had the chance to shower.
That doesn’t seem to bother the men. They cut me out of my underwear using a knife abandoned on the tray table.
And then I’m naked in front of them. Again.
Skipper takes his time running his finger through my panties. He even brings the lace to his face and presses his nose into the material, moaning with satisfaction as he inhales what seems to be the best thing his nose has ever smelled.
“I love it when she doesn’t shower,” Skipper says to Vex.
I sit up and hook my finger under the hem of Carter’s shirt, careful to not interfere with his bandaged leg. He’s wearing shorts—that must be a first for him.
I already feel myself salivating.
“What are you gonna do to me?”
He grabs a tattoo needle from the metal surface and I let him manipulate my limbs however he wants to.
I’m flipped onto my front, the cool metal of the table biting my already hard nipples, making them even more sensitive.
I flinch as he lightly traces the needle over my ass cheek. He teases the needle closer to the in-between of my cheeks, eliciting a gasp out of me.
“Do you trust me?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I gasp.
The tingly needle ventures beneath me, running up alongside the lip of my pussy until it’s reaching an even more sensual area. My sensitive bundle of nerves.
He moves it gently over the nub, careful to not press too hard. His breath is hot on my butt. I have it raised for him so he has access to my undercarriage.
I press my flustered cheek into the metal table and glimpse the other two, silent behind him. They watch the needle with the intensity of two students taking notes from their teacher.
Carter flips me back onto my back, and I watch flabbergasted as he draws the needle carefully up my torso, outlining my belly-button, the curvature of my breasts. Eventually, after he’s decided I’ve endured enough teasing, he grazes the needle softly over the hard points of my nipples.
While he’s doing this, Vex thinks to check between my legs. “She’s ready.”
Little do they know I’ve been ready for fucking ages.
“Ah-ah. I don’t think so.” Skipper shoves Carter off with the force of a man who’s been waiting half a century to get inside.
I lift up my legs for him and watch the moment he plunges deep inside.
I collapse like the damsel in distress I am whenever it comes to these three, surrendering to the feeling I’ve always been fighting to ignore.
His dick fits inside of me perfectly, and we move together in harmony while the other two watch.
Now’s probably not a good time to mention the video recorder. About how I know how much they enjoy watching. Watching something you’re not part of is different to witnessing the event in person.
Now I come to think of it, I think Carter just gets a hit from using props in the bedroom.
Vex lifts my legs into the air and parts folds that haven’t been opened already by Skipper, to caress my bundle of nerves.
My toes curl mid-air. The orgasm isn’t far away.
Skipper spills himself deep inside of me and tags in his friend.
Vex enters me with a different warmth. His thrusts are slower than Skipper’s but equally as deep. Grabbing hold of my hips, he slides me to the edge of the table and leans over me to plant a tender kiss to the side of my neck.
The masculine scents of grease and oil lay thick in the air, bringing me even closer to orgasm.
Vex slides his hot tongue into my mouth and kisses me with just the right amount of tongue for it to feel good. His warm lips slide over mine. The kiss is sloppy, hot, domineered by him. I open my mouth and let him have me, allowing our bodies to mold into one.
The orgasm crashes over me. It’s huge and powerful, but it also leaves my body feeling light…
And still hungry.
Because there’s one more biker left to devour.
Carter slots his dick into me, filling me again with a different type of warmth, but one that is just as comforting as the rest.
I allow myself to part around him, still coming down from the previous orgasm. My walls are still tender, but my burning throb starts again the second Carter puts it inside.
“Oh my god.”
“I could live inside of her forever,” Vex comments.
He and Skipper are already working on their second climax of the night.
I wink open an eye and see them massaging their erect dicks in the shadows of the room.
My vision is impaired from the desire that’s threatening to knock me unconscious again, but seeing the hazy network of veins straining through their cocks is enough for me to shut my eyes and yield.
Carter swings my body around to the side of the table and lifts one of my legs.
He places it over his shoulder and fucks me deep.
The man is a fucking Greek God. I stare up at him as best I can.
He’s vertical over me, staring down from his impressive height with eyes dark enough to eclipse the whole world.
We make eye contact, and I suddenly feel him everywhere. My stomach flips with an emotion I haven’t felt before. My chest contacts, not with sadness, but with a type of complicated that feels good. One I don’t feel like running away from anymore.
I glimpse his bandaged leg, but he pinches my chin and steers my face back up to his.
Don’t look at that, I feel him telling me.
He grabs my hand and places it above my head, lowering to capture me in a kiss.
I don’t know why he feels the need to lock me in place as he kisses me—I couldn’t run away in this state even if I tried. But I welcome the masculine gesture.
“God, I fucking love you,” he mumbles in that perfect sandpaper voice.
The biological father of my child, I tell myself as we kiss.
His hands interlock with mine as we fuck and kiss. And climax. He finishes inside and withdraws, struggling to catch his breath.
I collapse back onto the metal table, defeated in the best way possible.
“We better get started on the tattoo before nature calls again,” Vex says, rolling my body over.
I’m back where I started—on my front pressing my squished cheek into the table to watch them move behind me. Zip flaps go back up, belts clink.
The sweat starts to dry on my back but I feel far from cold. How could I be when I’m alone in a tattoo parlor, about to receive the next best thing after an engagement ring?
Hopefully that will come later.
Skipper wipes excess sweat off my ass cheek, and Vex goes in with the needle. The fizzling vibrations zap through my veins, doing something magical to me that is starting to make me crave a second round of fun. Already.
Will I ever get my fill with these men? Time will tell.
I relax on the table and allow the needle to penetrate my skin. I hiss when it first dips beneath the surface, and use the edge of the table to anchor myself before Carter notices and offers me his hand.
“Keep still,” orders Vex, passing the needle over to him.
Had this happened the night I first came back to theirs after the auction, I probably would’ve run for the hills after the fun ended, and questioned why I let them do such a thing…
Looking back, moving to New York would’ve been a terrible disaster. I was doing it for Otis, but I probably would’ve dragged the poor boy back and forth across the country and found a way to be selfish all the way from the East Coast.
But I realize now that this isn’t selfish.
Selfish was keeping Otis away from his father, just to avoid the heavy feeling that came with me introducing the man into his life.
Carter releases my hand and is the last to write his name on my ass cheek.
Once done, they cover the area in plastic wrap and pick up my clothes.
I feel pathetic wincing in pain as I sit up and accidently catch the tattoo. Carter is directly opposite me with a bandaged leg and a whole lot of pills to pop tonight in order to ease the pain.
“It hurts. You can be in pain. I’ll give you permission,” he snorts. “Just this once.”
I throw my clothes on in a hurry and head to the exit. I can’t be here all day. Sadie needs me in preparation for her date.
“What’s the rush?” Skipper asks, following me out into the evening. “Don’t think you can get away from us that easily.”
“I have a nanny back at mine who’s in need of my help.”
The men narrow their eyes in confusion. “Congrats?”
“I gotta get her ready for a date.”
I skirt around the clubhouse and catch one last look at them before I disappear around the corner. “I’ll ring you when I’m done. And then you can all come over.”