Viking
The heat of Logan’s tight cunt in my hands as I fell asleep behind her is something I’ll need more of in the future.
Even now, I can feel that she’s awake between us.
Her breathing grew rapid a few minutes ago, but she hasn’t moved much beyond opening her legs a little wider for me.
I don’t know if it’s because she wants me to move my fingers and give her pleasure or because she needs to use the bathroom. I suspect it’s me.
Squeezing my fingers over her pussy, I draw her back tighter into my body, pressing the full length of my erection into her ass. Her gasp, followed by a moan, makes me grin. I ignore the tight pull of my scar because it feels damn good to have her body against mine.
“You want something, hellcat, just fucking ask for it,” I grumble in her ear, making her jump and turn slightly. She’s hesitant, but I don’t give a fucking inch, not when I know she’s capable of sparring with me.
Priest feels differently, however, as he rolls them both over and into my chest, his hard dick pinning my hands against her hot pussy.
“She’s shy, Vik.” His mouth finds hers as he uses me to keep his weight off her chest. His tongue flicks out, lapping at her lips.
“She needs a little persuasion.” Gripping her thigh, he opens her more, and we all groan.
“Fuck, she’s hot.” Nothing I love more than a sopping wet pussy. I’ve got a big dick, and she’s a tiny thing; we’ll need the leverage.
“Yeah, our little sprite is going to be wild in the sack once she finds her voice.”
Her wide, sky-blue eyes fill with lust.
“You in heat, hellcat?” Fuck, what I would give to get inside her right now. So many reasons we shouldn’t, but one big reason we should. She wants us bad. I can feel her tiny hole clenching, trying to grab hold of something and failing each time.
Priest groans into her mouth as my fingers spread, freeing the heat emanating from her core while he glides up and down, each stroke pressing my palm into her clit as he moves faster.
“Got a nice big load for that tight hole and can’t do a damn fucking thing about it.” My friend’s torture makes me chuckle.
“You want it, don’t you, hellcat? You want to be filled up with our spunk until it’s leaking from your snatch and marking you as ours.”
Her gaze flies to mine, glazed over, as she chews her lip.
“I’ve never done that before.” Fear and lust mix; her eyes are wide as saucers, and I sense there’s more she’s not telling us when I notice tears spring forward.
“Good thing we have.” Her eyes narrow on me with a glare.
“Don’t get pissy with me, hellcat. We’ve got nearly two decades on your little ass.
” She fucking pops that bottom lip out in a pout.
“Fuck me.” Groaning as I lean forward, I bite it until she hisses before fucking my tongue into her mouth like I want to do to her pussy.
She leans into me as much as she can with Priest’s body topping her. Our tongues tangle, and she whimpers as we work her pussy into an orgasm. Something I can tell takes her by surprise because she starts sobbing into my mouth as her body fights the pleasure.
“Don’t fight it, sprite, embrace it,” Priest murmurs at the side of her lips, his hot breathing invading our kiss before he licks the side of our lips, sending a zap of something to my groin that I’m not ready to examine.
“Ah, fuck yeah, there it is,” he moans into us as I make room for him in our kiss.
What the fuck is happening, and why is it so fucking hot?
Logan whimpers against us, her back bowing, and her pussy flooding my hand with the heat of her release while I feel Priest’s dick pulsing on top of my hand. “You just come in your pants, brother?”
Red tinges the tips of his ears. “Not a fucking word, man,” he groans against Logan’s mouth, and somehow our tongues touch hers at the same time, leading to more confusing feelings.
Priest moves to draw back, likely assuming I’m about to fuck him up.
Instead, my body moves without permission as I grip the back of his head and slam my lips across his, biting his bottom lip harder than I could Logan’s before sweeping my tongue into his mouth and fucking him with it the same way my cock dies to get inside of our woman.
“Oh my.” Her soft gasp pulls us apart, and the expression on her face, like she’s ready to come again, is a bit of a relief because that was impulsive as fuck. Her teeth sink into her lip as Priest and I stare at each other. “You haven’t done that before, have you?” she asks.
“Nope,” we respond at the same time.
Priest rolls to the side, leaving Logan wide open between us. Her shirt is pushed up, revealing the bottom of her tits and showcasing the bruising, which sends rage blasting through my system again.
“I like it,” she suddenly says, pulling our attention back to her.
“That so,” Priest murmurs, lifting her shirt the rest of the way so we can admire those perky tits we got a peek of yesterday. “I did too,” he says before leaning down and sucking a bright, creamy pink nipple into his mouth.
“Yeah, same,” I confess.
Pinching her clit distracts her from saying more on the subject as I take her other nipple. Suckling on her gives me time to think about what Priest and I just did. Whether we’ll do it again and go further next time.
Never been attracted to a man before, so I don’t think it’s anything other than an in-the-moment event. But it does make me wonder if it’ll happen again and whether we’ll be comfortable with that.
“Oh god!” Logan cries out, and I can feel her trembling body ready to combust again. Sliding downward, I drag her pants and thong down, exposing her pussy just enough to get my mouth on her clit.
Sucking the little bud between my lips, I nibble on her until she cries out her release, then flick my tongue gently to bring her down from the high as she moans and whines between us.
I kiss my way up her body and capture her lips, surprised when she turns to Priest and says, “Taste me,” then presses her lips to his.
Why is that so fucking erotic? I want to join them the way Priest did, but I sense he might need a minute. Hell, we both do.
Sitting up, I watch the two of them make out as I explore Logan’s body with my fingers. Testing where she likes to be touched, what tickles her, and investigating the bruises more thoroughly.
“I want his name,” I say once they’ve pulled apart, both breathing heavily. “He doesn’t get to get away with this.”
Logan sighs loudly before sitting up. Her shirt drops, and I growl at the loss of sight. “What are you going to do to him?”
I lift her shirt again, and Priest helps me take it off. “When we’re in this room, you’re naked at all times,” I demand. If I thought she’d go for it, I’d say she’s nude anytime we’re at the clubhouse. “Understand.”
“No. And you didn’t answer me.” Her arms cross, and she cringes as she rattles her body.
“I’ll answer you once you agree.” Her little growl is fucking adorable as she gets to her feet, wobbling a bit until Priest grabs her hips to steady her. Her pants drop, and she kicks them off the bed, her thong going with them. “Better,” I mutter as she sits back down.
“So, tell me then.” Her sass will earn her some spankings in the future.
“The fucking attitude on this girl,” Priest snarls, nudging her to lie back gently. Her eyes roll when we each grab a thigh and spread her legs open.
I slap her pussy twice. Logan jumps, and her breathing picks up, but she doesn’t protest. “I’m going to fucking kill him. You want the dirty details, too?”
Before she can answer, someone knocks on the door.
“Open that fucking door, and I’ll slit your damn throat and bathe in your blood!” I shout. No fucking way anyone else gets to see her right now.
“Prez needs you both,” one of the prospects—Neo, I think—speaks before bolting. He’s a good kid, but he needs to fucking grow a pair.
“Get dressed.” I collect Logan’s clothes, hand them to her, and wait while she puts them on, before taking her downstairs.
Immediately, she’s overwhelmed by the number of bikers gathered around the room. Booze flows, the music isn’t too loud, but it’s pumping, and the smell of something burning invades my senses.
“Fucking prospects,” Priest and I say together as we descend from the second floor.
Logan takes her time soaking everything in and halts in her tracks when she notices Trista entering through the back door with Amber and a drink in her hand.
“Fuck,” I groan.
Trista’s eyes laser in on Logan, and she looks fucking feral.
I didn’t want to deal with her bullshit just yet, but I stop her when she lunges forward.
Gripping her arm with one hand and the other on the back of her neck, I lean in and whisper, “One nasty fucking word to her, Trista, and I’ll end you here and now. ”
Her mouth gapes open like a guppy before sputtering, “Seriously? You’re going to defend her, a nobody who means nothing to this club, and threaten me? After all I’ve done. Fuck you, Viking.”
“Don’t fucking test me, not today.” I’m too fucking livid about the shit Logan’s been through already; she doesn’t need it from her fucking sister too.