Page 47 of Eight Bikers' Heir

Heat coursed through me as my hand slipped up her body, curving over her stomach and reaching one of her breasts.

I could already feel that she wasn’t wearing a bra, able to feel the stiff peak of her nipple through the thin material. I twisted her nipple between my fingertips, making a gasp break from her.

“That sensitive, huh? We’re going to have fun with you,” I told her.

“You sweet, naughty thing. I can’t believe you’ve been sitting in here reading your dirty romance books when you could’ve been getting fucked for real,” Cameron chuckled as he teasingly rubbed her center through her shorts.

Aisling tensed, moaning into Claude’s mouth from the friction. She leaned into my hand as I cupped her breast, her back arching. She reached out to me, brushing her fingers through my hair before her kiss with Claude broke. Her lips met mine, and I indulged in her sweet taste.

“Get these off. I’ve been dying to take a look at this body,” Claude said, slipping his fingers in the waist of her shorts. He and Cameron ripped them off her hips, followed by her light grey panties.

I brushed my fingers into her hair, adopting a light grip at the base of her head to tilt it back. Her wide, dark eyes met mine.

“Lie back. We’re going to make your fantasies come true, baby,” I told her.

Aisling nearly let out a whimper as she lay on her back, placing her hand on Cameron’s thigh as he hovered over her.

Claude moved out of the way so that I could lay down on my stomach between her thighs. He knelt next to her, helping her slip her tank top off. His mouth immediately latched onto one of her nipples, sucking firmly to draw a moan from her.

“You sound so sexy,” Cameron hummed before cupping the back of her neck and melding his lips with hers. He dominated the kiss, his teeth grazing over her bottom lip in a sultry bite.

My lips fluttered up her inner thigh as I pulled her legs over my shoulders, desire swirling low in my stomach. I wanted to bury myself inside of her, but this was all about her and making her dirty fantasy come true. Truly, her pleasure was ours.

I dragged my tongue through her folds, flicking the tip across her clit and feeling her body jerk in response to the sensitivity.

“So sweet,” I murmured before pressing my mouth flush against her center, sucking at her folds and lapping at her clit.

“Oh… fuck…” Aisling whimpered as she fisted Cameron’s and Claude’s hair. She parted her lips just as Cameron’s tongue brushed against hers, her cheeks flushing with beautiful, aroused color.

“That’s it, baby,” Claude praised her as he rolled one of her nipples between his fingertips.

I could tell that she was eating this all up, reveling in the pleasure and the attention. She pushed her hips up toward me, chasing my tongue as I trailed it from her entrance to her clit. Over and over. I wanted to taste all of her.

Claude switched to the other nipple, taking the stiff peak between his lips and dragging his teeth across it to make her gasp. He chuckled and flicked his tongue across the top, intent on tormenting her deliciously.

“Feels so good,” Aisling breathed out, turning to kiss Claude as Cameron took his place. “I won’t last.”

I wasn’t going to edge her or tease her. I wanted her to fall apart for us, to come so hard that she couldn’t breathe. As my tongue returned to her clit, I pushed two fingers into her, curling them deep to press against that spot that doubled the pressure.

And the pleasure.

“Come for us. I want to hear it,” Cameron ordered her.

Claude’s hand slid up to rest on the base of her neck, putting enough pressure to nearly make her eyes roll back.

Aisling’s body tensed as her orgasm neared. She tugged on Claude’s and Cameron’s hair, arching her back and moaning our names as our mouths took her over the edge. With one more thrust of my fingers and flick of my tongue, she came undone, letting out a pleased cry that probably could’ve been heard outside.

The other guys missed out.

“Oh… woah,” Aisling gasped as she collapsed back on the bed, trying to catch her breath. A lazy smile crossed her face as she peered at all of us. “Well, cross that one off the list.”

I chuckled before playfully nipping at the inside of her thigh.

“If you have any fantasies, you have eight guys to call,” I reminded her. We would wait in line to fulfil just one.

Aisling sat up and glanced around at us as we moved to relax on her bed.

“Wait, I can do something for you guys,” she said, seeming embarrassed that it was all about her.