Page 20 of Sold to the Bikers
“Maybe because I am one!”
The men surround me, radiating testosterone. Quickshot shakes his head. “Emily isn’t the only one that’s going to have questions if you can barely touch us. Prez will let some of the officers know what’s going on, but if this is going to work, you need to do your part. When people see you? Inside or out of the club, they need to think you’re in here riding us fucking dry every chance you get.”
Eep! People will think that? I know he’s probably right, but I don’t know how to fix it. “Maybe I can just stay in here?”
“Nah, too many fucking questions,” Animal says. “There’s one quick way of loosening you up around us, though.”
Badass chuckles and slides a hand onto my back, fingers playing with the ties at the back of my corset.
“What do you mean?” I shiver, and it’s not with fear. I think I know what he means and my overactive imagination’s already spinning up some pretty wild things that has me heating up.
“He means you need a crash course in what it would be like to have all three of us. Do you think you could handle that?”
They guide me towards the bed while I try to wrap my head around it. I sort of knew it was coming, but this is so sudden. “I don’t… I’ve never…”
Animal smirks, and his deep brown eyes flare. He tugs his shirt over his head, revealing the expanse of his muscular chest, the kind of chest any red-blooded woman would want to run her fingers over. “Then you’re in for a fucking treat, because we know exactly how to make you feel fucking amazing.”
“I…” What do I want exactly? The thought is both terrifying and terrifyingly tempting. Last night, I was ready to just go for it. I wet my dry lips, letting my eyes trail over the sexy skin that’s being exposed as Badass and Quickshot pull their shirts off too. They get on either side of me.
“Relax. This is about making you comfortable, not popping your cherry.” Badass presses a kiss to the side of my neck. It sends tingles racing down my back and right into my warming core. I look at the bed and squeeze my thighs together.
This is the kind of fantasy I barely dared have until I got here. Do I dare to live it, even if it’s just practice to make everyone think this is actually what we’re doing. But if we’re actually doing it, are we even pretending. My mind spins, so my hormones make my decision for me.
“O—okay.” I sit on the mattress, and Quickshot gives a little push. I fall back and hold my breath as the three of them climb on with me.
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NATALIE
Whether they realizeit or not, we're quickly moving into new territory for me. I'm both terrified and excited. No matter how I got here, being undressed by them is a fantasy made real, and I almost don't want to blink in case it all goes away. With three rough, hot men preparing to worship me, it's surprisingly easy to forget this is all pretend.
I draw a sharp gasp as Badass finishes undoing the laces and my shirt falls open, exposing my breasts. My nipples could cut glass.
"Jesus fuck," Animal whispers reverently. "They look just as good as they feel." He leans in and for the first time in my life, a man puts his mouth on my nipple. It's hot and wet and when his tongue flicks over my sensitive bud, I nearly arch off the bed.
"Oh my God," I whisper.
"No gods here," says Badass, cocky and commanding. "Just us. Now lift your hips."
He's about to see parts of me that no man ever has. What if he doesn't—no. I do as he says before I let myself think too much about it. My stretchy skirt is gone in a blink as he shimmies it down my thighs and all the way off.
“Thong, nice, but I liked it better when you were bare.” He grabs the sides with his hands and snaps the thin material like it’s nothing, tossing them aside before putting his big hands on the insides of my knees so he can push my legs open.
I resist at first. I can't help it. No one's been between them like this before, and…What if there’s something wrong with me? Or they don’t like what they see?
He pushes firmly, not taking no for an answer. I draw a nervous breath, then relent. It's what I want, even if it terrifies me.
As if to distract me, Quickshot nips my skin, sending a sharp zing of pain through me as he kisses his way from my neck, past my collarbone and onto my free breast. I hiss through clenched teeth as he latches onto my other nipple.
Before today I was completely untouched. Now I have a guy at each breast and a third between my legs. What has my life become?
Animal traps my nipple between his teeth and tugs, sending a tingly shock straight down to my core. Quickshot swirls his tongue over my areola, rubbing it against my nipple all the way around. Every time the guys do something new, my breath catches. I knew my breasts were sensitive, but it’s like there's a direct connection from their teeth and tongues, straight down to my slickening pussy.
Tentative at first, I touch the tops of Quickshot and Animal’s heads, growing more confident as they growl in encouragement and stroke my body with big, rough hands.
My fingers sink into their hair. Quickshot's unruly curls are easy to hang on to, while Animal's hair is straight and soft, sliding between my fingers like silk. Closing my eyes, I lean my head back into the sheets and just enjoy the sensations.
Is sex always like this? Or is it different because there are three of them? This is amazing.