Page 42 of Sweet Revenge for the Bikers

“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.”