Page 41 of Sweet Revenge for the Bikers

“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.”