21. Melody
MELODY
Riptide pulls me back to center, his hand cupping the back of my head. “You’re sure? Today’s been a lot.”
“This whole week has been a lot, and you’re all doing a really good job making me forget that. Don’t stop now.”
“Don’t fucking tell me what to do, bossy,” he says, his deep growl sending shivers through me and raising goosebumps on my arms.
His smirk doesn’t leave his lips as he backs off the bed, pulling me with him so I have to stand up, too.
He holds me in place with one hand, tilting my head back so I have to look down my nose to see what he’s doing, and with the other, he’s tugging my T-shirt up.
“I wanna see all of you before we play.”
Honestly, all he’d have to do is ask, but when they take control like this, it’s so much hotter.
It makes me feel owned, possessed. They’re such contradictions, going through the world like a big middle finger to what people expect from them.
Living outside the law and flirting with death, but loving and playing so fiercely at the same time.
Mad Dog reaches around from behind me, working my fly open.
As my shirt is pushed up under my arms, Riptide pops my bra strap and the support suddenly vanishes.
I raise my arms, giving Rebel the chance to pull my shirt up over my head.
When it gets to my wrists, instead of taking it all the way off, he twists and puts a knot in it so I'm effectively handcuffed.
“That’s more like it. Keep you outta trouble.”
I wet my lips nervously and pull at the knot. If I worked at it, I could get myself out of my impromptu bondage, but I’d rather see where he’s going with this. I have nothing to lose and a whole lot to gain by letting the guys do what they want with me.
“Oh, no. I’m trapped,” I say with a grin.
Mad Dog tugs my jeans and panties down together, just as Riptide slips his big hands around my torso and under my loose bra to cup my vulnerable breasts. It doesn’t take long at all before I’m totally naked, other than the shirt tied around my wrists.
Rebel hands my wrists to Riptide. “Here, keep her still.”
It’s not easy to concentrate with Riptide’s spare hand playing with my breasts and teasing my nipples, and Mad Dog kissing down my spine as he cups my ass and strokes my thighs.
Rebel grips the bottom of his shirt and pulls.
It clings to his ripped and tattooed torso like it’s just as desperate to touch it as I am.
And he doesn’t stop there. The way his muscles ripple as he unbuttons his pants and pulls them down has my mouth watering.
His powerful thighs flex as he steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but a pair of boxer briefs.
They leave very little to the imagination, especially the length of cock that’s straining to break free.
“You gonna be a good girl for us?” Rebel asks. His throaty voice is like the growl of a lion, sexy and lethal at the same time.
I nod. I’ll do anything they ask me to.
A sharp smack on my ass makes me yelp, more from surprise than any real pain. “Answer when he asks you a question, honey,” Mad Dog orders.
“Y-yes?”
“You aren’t sure?” Riptide gives my nipple a little squeeze and it sends lightning bolts of pleasure through me.
“Yes!” I repeat, sounding as sure as I can manage under the circumstances.
“Better,” Rebel growls, then pulls his briefs down. He’s thick, hard, and the tip of him is pointing right at me. I lick my lips.
“I think she likes what she sees,” Riptide says as he leans in next to my ear and nips it. “But does she know what to do with it?”
Rebel points at the rug in front of him. “On your knees.”
I kneel, supported by Mad Dog and Riptide, until I find my balance. Rebel steps forward, putting his glistening cock right in front of my face.
“Open.”
I do, but he stops me as I lean in.
“I just said open. I didn’t say anything else.” Even when bossing me around, there’s a hint of playful laughter in his tone, but we’re playing by rules I don’t know yet, and I think that’s the point. I part my lips, then wait for his next command.
The way Riptide’s holding my wrists, I’m forced to arch my back, pushing my breasts out on display. Mad Dog’s right behind me, so I can’t move away even if I wanted to. I’m trapped between the three of them, and there’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.
Rebel comes to me. The head tastes just a little salty as he pushes it into my mouth. He puts his hand on my head and then thrusts, just a little in and out, using my mouth. “Tighten your lips, Mel.”
I do. And inside my mouth, I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock, then tease underneath the head, tasting him right where the crown meets the rest. He doesn’t give me specific instructions, but he doesn’t tell me to stop either. I keep teasing, hoping that means he likes it.
While Rebel takes his pleasure, Mad Dog lowers himself to the floor behind me and pats the insides of my thighs. “Spread ‘em.”
What? Not that I can exactly ask when my mouth is full of cock. Group sex seems to be a ‘trust the process’ sort of activity.
I obey, letting him scoot in underneath me. Grabbing my hips, he pulls me down just enough to bury his tongue in my soaking pussy.
I gasp around Rebel’s cock. Oh God, that feels good.
Mad Dog runs his hands up my sides, down my hips and cups my ass while he guides my pussy onto his talented mouth. I do my best to please Rebel while Mad Dog pleases me. He dips his tongue inside me and then all around, teasing my clit but never staying in one place long enough for me to focus.
Riptide moves to my side, guiding my hands down to his waist level.
I don’t know when he managed to strip, but I’m not going to argue.
Not when he takes my bound hands and slides his cock between them.
Being tied makes for an awkward angle, but I can just about wrap my fingers around him to feel the hot pulse under his skin.
“Any idea how fucking sexy you are, babe?”
I mumble a response, as much as I can. Rebel groans as I do. Vibrations? I try again, humming around him while he thrusts between my lips. “Jesus fuck, it feels good when you moan.”
It’s so hard to concentrate on what I’m doing that I’ll take any victory I can get. And it’s not hard to keep moaning as Mad Dog gets more and more insistent with his tongue.
He slides his tongue through my folds, teasing all the little nerves before swirling around my clit with enough pressure to turn my soft moans into a full chest groan.
My body has a mind of its own, my hips constantly moving to make sure I capture his tongue just right.
He smacks my ass again lightly, and then presses a thick finger inside my pussy, holding me in place so he can curl his finger on the inside as his tongue works the outside.
My noises get more desperate, loud, even muffled by Rebel’s cock.
I’m trying to keep up the squeeze on Riptide’s cock, but I’m losing control of everything.
All I can do is hang on and hope for the best. And just as the first orgasm hits me, Rebel pulls out of my mouth.
With a sucking gasp, I come all over Mad Dog’s face, my eyes squeezed shut and my head spinning.
“Fuck,” Rebel groans, and wetness spatters onto my chest and neck.
He runs a finger through it, then brings it to my lips.
In the moment, it’s one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced, being bound on my knees and sucking on his cum covered finger as the aftershocks of my own orgasm leave me in a warm fuzzy glow.
I slump, and Riptide steadies me so I don’t fall over, my bound hands clawing the air.
Mad Dog’s tongue is content to stroke softly, keeping the aftershocks going as they taper off.
My abs are going to be sore tomorrow, but for a good reason.
“Oh my God,” I finally whisper when I’m able to form complete sentences. “You guys don’t mess around when you mess around.”
“You think we’re done?” Riptide asks with a grin as he uses my bound hands to guide me up off Mad Dog. “We’re just getting started. Come on, this way.”
He guides me to the bed, arranging me so my shoulders are on the edge, propped up by a pillow, with my head hanging over it.
At the same time, Mad Dog climbs up between my legs and slides on a condom.
I try not to think too hard about how he either had it with him, or he just knows where Riptide keeps his condoms. I don’t care where it came from, as long as he’s prepared to use it.
Riptide stands at the end of the bed, aiming his cock down at my face. Mad Dog pushes my legs open and toward me, opening me up for his big cock. He nestles it into my folds, going so slow it’s agony.
I appreciate him being careful, but he did a very good job getting me ready with that tongue of his. Anything he wants to throw at me, I’m ready. “Just do it. Don’t tease.”
He chuckles. “Whatever you say, honey.” Then he pushes deep in one long thrust, filling up all of me at once. Holy shit.
I moan as I press my shoulders into the pillow and my hips rise up against him, trying to capture every glorious inch. He’s so thick inside me, so deep.
“Fuck, you feel so fucking good around me,” he groans, then rolls his hips, pulling out and pushing back in, slow at first but speeding up fast. I’m swollen from coming, making everything feel twice as good.
“Lean back and open,” Riptide orders.
I obey, my head upside down off the edge of the mattress.
He pushes himself into my mouth and I swirl my tongue around the thick head, tasting skin, sweat and sex.
He makes shallow thrusts, watching me with intensity, his blue eyes darkened with lust. Watching me like I’m the only thing that matters, and has ever mattered to him.
One man fucking my pussy, another fucking my mouth and the cum of a third still drying on my skin, leaving a cool trail down my neck and between my breasts as Rebel watches us from one of the chairs, lazily stroking his cum-slickened cock.
Holy crap, do I feel like a total slut right now, and knowing there’s no judgment is so freakin’ freeing.
Mad Dog slides a hand to my breast as he fucks me harder.
The sounds we’re all making are absolutely filthy.
Every thrust pushes me up the mattress and Riptide deeper into my mouth.
Just as Mad Dog bottoms out, Riptide bumps against the entrance to my throat, making me gag for a second before he pulls back.
I cough, my stomach flips, and Mad Dog groans as my whole body goes tight around him. A moment to draw a new breath, then I open my mouth for Riptide again. As long as they’re determined to keep bringing me over the edge, I’m not quitting on them.
A pleased smile curls up on Riptide’s lips.
He’s back, even a little more eager than last time.
His eyes are watchful. I’m pretty sure he’s a lot more controlled than he’s trying to make it seem.
Every time it starts to feel like too much, he backs off enough to let me recenter myself.
I’ve never felt so used and worshiped at the same time.
Especially when Mad Dog puts a finger on my clit, sliding it around in the slippery mixture of our juices and leaving it there unmoving for me to rock against.
We move faster, my breathing coming harder.
My jaw is starting to ache, but I can tell we’re all on the edge and I try to open even more.
This time it’s Mad Dog who comes first, driving himself deep and filling me with liquid heat, only barely contained by very, very thin latex.
The feel of him flexing and pulsing inside me sets me off.
I come like a freight train around him, while he works his barely softening cock in and out of me, stoking the still flaring embers.
I’m on fire, my fingers and toes tingling as the orgasm washes over me.
I cry out around Riptide, my bound hands clutching at Mad Dog’s chest. It feels like we just fucked through a natural disaster, and I’m honestly surprised I don’t hear sirens in the distance. Best I can do is ringing in my ears.
Riptide captures my chin and holds my mouth still as he groans over me. I swallow as fast as I can, but some of it escapes down my chin while I ride out the last swirls and eddies in my belly, the steady clenching and unclenching of muscles I didn’t even know I had.
Finally, I’m done.
Worn out.
The storms have passed, and I melt into the bed like a wet rag, just concentrating on my breathing.
Holy crap. And around me, the guys look just as ready for a break, though their cocks are still a tempting sight.
Relaxed, thick and glistening, as if all I have to do is give a signal, and they’ll be ready to go again.
Exhausted, I try not to give any signals. Maybe later. “Wow. You guys are going to kill me.”
“What a way to go though, right?” Rebel chuckles as he unwinds the shirt and massages my wrists to make sure everything is okay.
“Water?” Riptide pours a glass at the sink, looking sexily domestic doing it in the nude.
“Please.”
He brings it over, then goes back to pour himself one. Mad Dog, who’s still on the bed with me, props up some pillows and pulls me to his chest so I can lean against him while I drink and recover.
“Thank you,” I whisper. “That was pretty crazy.”
“Well, stick around and it’ll only get better.” Mad Dog traces my shoulder with a finger.
“I’m going to hold you to that, but not right now. I’m not sure I can even walk.”
Riptide grins. “Don’t have to walk anywhere as long as we keep you on your back.”
I wave him off. “One day you’ll get sick of me, and I’ll need my legs to get home.”
“No fucking way,” Rebel growls so convincingly that it doesn’t even occur to me to make a joke about it.
“Where am I sleeping tonight?”
Riptide tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. “You’re already here, seems a waste to put on clothes just to go to a different bed.”
Mad Dog laughs. “Not that anyone would complain if you did it naked. No walk of shame in an MC. But here is fine. Just don’t be surprised if I’m next to you when you wake up.”
“Okay, but I’m taking a shower first.” And as they all start to get up, I tack on, “Alone.”