29. Melody
MELODY
Mad Dog pushes himself up into a plank position over me. “What do you want tonight, baby?” I’ve never seen such a focused blend of concern and lust in someone’s eyes before.
“I…” I feel like a prisoner being offered their last meal. How do you pick? “I want everything.”
“This won’t be the last time,” Riptide rumbles next to me, like he can read my thoughts and doesn’t like what he sees. “We’re not gonna let you stay away from us long, babe.”
I don’t like it either. I reach out to touch him, and he covers my hand with his. “I wish you could promise that.” Reaching in the other direction, I find Rebel. “But… since it could be a while…”
Mad Dog pushes himself up onto his knees so he can tear off his shirt and throw it aside. The corded muscles in his arms and torso ripple as they move, making his tattoos almost feel alive. “Only had to ask, honey.”
Rebel makes me look at him with his strong hand under my jaw. “Do you want gentle?” He places a soft kiss on my lips. “Or do you want us to make you feel it for days to come?”
The words send a wash of heat to my core. What I love about them is their wildness. Their strength. Their ability to drive me crazy. And that I can trust them to know what the limits are. “The second one. I want to remember what I have to come back to. I mean, if you’ve got it in you.”
Maybe I shouldn’t sound like I’m daring them.
Riptide grabs me from behind and flips me around. I land on all fours, facing him. “Yeah, is that what you want?”
“If you’re going away, I’m gonna fucking take all I can get, honey. Hope you’re ready for that.” Mad Dog presses up against my ass, reaching around to undo my pants.
Rebel chuckles as he starts taking off his shirt. “You okay?”
“Stop asking,” I whine. “I want you, all of you. And I need you to drive me so crazy that I forget about everything that’s going on right now. Can you do that or not?”
Mad Dog smacks my butt. “You bet your fucking ass we will.”
Never imply bikers aren’t moving fast enough unless you’re willing to get tossed around like a rag doll.
I laugh as my clothes go flying piece by piece. It’s hard to tell whose hands are doing what. All I know is that a few moments later, I’m completely naked, and surrounded by three equally naked men.
I reach for Riptide first, but it’s Rebel who picks me up and carries me to the end of the bed, where he drops me with just my butt on the edge.
He drops to his knees between my thighs and pushes them wide.
Riptide grabs one knee while Mad Dog takes the other, taking up positions on either side of me and holding me open.
Rebel’s deep brown eyes look up at me from between my legs. “Hold on, baby. This might get messy.” And then he buries his tongue in my pussy.
“Fuck!” I gasp as he slides through my folds in a bold swipe from bottom to top, flicking my clit at the end.
“That comes afterward, if you’re a good girl,” Riptide teases while he strokes himself.
I can’t wait.
Having sex with three men at once gives a girl the chance to compare and contrast in a way that isn’t usually available.
They’re all skilled, but they have slightly different techniques.
Rebel works more with his fingers, using his tongue to tease me while he spreads my pussy lips with one hand and slides a thick finger inside.
I buck into his mouth, and one finger turns to two.
Slowly but surely, I inch my way closer to my first climax.
Sliding the thick of his tongue against his own fingers, I feel it stretch me just a little more and I whimper in need.
“I fucking love your tits,” Riptide says as he lets go of my knee and presses a hand to the center of my chest, throwing a leg over my rib cage and blocking my view of Rebel.
Rebel looks up just long enough to say, “Nightstand drawer,” and then dives back in, making a sinfully unholy wet noise as he works his fingers into my pussy.
“Here.” Mad Dog grabs a little bottle from the nightstand and tosses it to Riptide.
With a grin, Riptide opens it and pours a few cool, thick drops into the space between my breasts before capping the bottle and dropping it on the bed.
When he squeezes my breasts together, his cock is trapped between them.
As he slides freely through the valley he’s created, it spreads the lube across my skin.
I’ve heard about this before, but didn’t see the appeal. Not until I realize that with each stroke, the head of his cock comes out the top, glistening and pointing right at my face, all while his thumbs are teasing my nipples. The whole experience is way more intense than I thought.
“Up!” Mad Dog orders.
We all adjust as he slides a dense pillow underneath my shoulders, and when I lie back down, my head tilts back. Having played this game before with Riptide, I open my mouth for him.
With a playful smile, he aims himself in between my lips and I close my mouth around his thickness, teasing him with my tongue. He lasts about five seconds before he starts to move, thrusting deeper and filling my mouth properly. I reach over my head to brace against his powerful thighs.
Rebel intensifies his assault on my pussy, focusing more on my clit and making me gasp and moan around Mad Dog, whose cock is pulsing against my tongue and nudging at my throat.
Riptide pinches my nipples while he squeezes my breasts tightly together.
I’m being used from head to toe, and while it’s impossible to focus on any one thing, it also makes it impossible to get too in my head about it.
I have no choice but to let go and experience everything all at once.
Mad Dog reaches for my neck, capturing the side of it and stroking my throat with his thumb while he slides in and out between my lips. It feels possessive. A little dangerous. I grip his thighs tighter.
Rebel adds the hint of a third finger, and after a moment of letting me adjust, he thrusts, faster and faster while his tongue drives me crazy.
The first orgasm hits without much warning.
The only reason I don’t launch off the bed is that I’m basically pinned to the mattress in three places.
I thrust up into Rebel’s mouth as I mumble nonsense around Mad Dog’s cock and ride it out.
Colors burst over the backs of my eyelids as I dig my fingernails into his thighs, clinging to him for dear life.
For some amount of time, and I don’t even know how long, I’m gone, but when I come back, Mad Dog has pulled away so I can gasp for air.
Riptide has rolled off me, slowly stroking himself and watching me intently.
And Rebel is still sliding his tongue over my sensitive skin, but he’s slowed down and he’s watching me carefully.
“Oh my God,” I breathe. “That was amazing.”
Rebel pulls back and stands up. He’s already wearing the condom. “Ready?”
“God yes.”
His hips spread my thighs wide, and he pushes into me, thick and eager. His fingers have me wet and ready, so he slides right in, pushing the air right out of me with a fierce thrust. I groan, a long, drawn-out “God” brushing my lips on its way out.
“You wanted rough?” he asks in a teasing voice, as he pulls out and plunges back into me, faster and harder. My hips dip into the mattress as he buries himself. “Think you can take it?” Again, harder.
“Stop talking and fuck me,” I snap at him.
It makes him laugh. “You asked for it.” Grabbing the backs of my thighs, he bends me almost in half before he fucks me for real.
Holy shit.
Thrust after hard thrust rocks me into the bed.
This time there’s no finesse, just power, and each thrust slaps against the backs of my thighs like I’m getting a spanking at the same time.
It’s primal, it’s rough and the fireworks that just went off inside me are quickly lining up for a second salvo.
He pulls out.
“What? No, you can’t—ooh!”
Riptide takes his place and drives himself into me.
Hard, furious thrusts have me shaking beneath him.
I reach for his inked-up chest, clawing for grip as he fucks me silly.
Throwing my head back, I let out a throaty moan that I swear has traveled all the way up from my core.
The switch between them only gives me a moment’s pause, and now my orgasm is building back up, faster and faster.
And just when I think I’m almost there?
Riptide pulls out with a groaned, “Fuuuuuck,” and then Mad Dog is there, pressing his thickness in between my slick folds. He stretches me so good. I can feel every pulse and twitch as he moves powerfully. His breathing comes almost as quickly as mine does, as he fills me over and over.
I grip the sheets, hanging on for dear life. Can you die from coming too much or too hard? At least then I wouldn’t have to worry about tomorrow. No, don’t even want to think about that. Not now, not here. Not when I’m getting the most amazing sex of my life.
He pulls out and Rebel takes his place again.
It becomes a blur as they figure out how many rotations I can take before there’s nothing left of me.
And they don’t leave it at that. Whoever isn’t fucking me is caressing me in some other way, playing with my hair, my neck, my breasts.
Whatever they can reach until the game continues and they get their turn.
But it’s always my turn. Now that I know what that feels like, it’s going to take a lot to make me give it up.
I moan in dismay when Rebel steps away, leaving me horribly empty.
“Don’t worry. We’re nowhere near done.” Riptide stretches out on the bed, pulling me on top of him. “Come on, cowgirl,” he encourages with a sexy smirk.
Mad Dog gives my ass a smack. “Show him how good you ride, baby.”
I do my best.