Page 45 of Single Mom's Bikers

“I want to see all of you,” she demands, tugging at my belt. Her fingers make quick work of the leather, the sound of clinking metal mixing with our heavy breathing. While she works my zipper, Chase strips off his shirt, revealing the ink I helped design across his chest.

Evie can’t resist touching him, tracing the lines of his tattoos while she strokes my cock through my boxers.

“These need to go,” she says, releasing me to turn and pull at Zane’s jeans. He helps her, kicking them off while she explores newly exposed skin. The sight of her on her knees between my brothers, touching both of them while looking up at me with hungry eyes, nearly undoes me.

Chase tangles his fingers in her hair, guiding her mouth to his cock. She takes him eagerly, humming around his length while her hand works Zane’s. The wet sounds of her mouth and the groans she draws from Chase are almost enough to make me explode.

“Fuck, baby,” Zane hisses when she turns to give him the same attention. “Your mouth feels amazing.”

I can’t just watch anymore. Dropping to my knees behind her, I slide my hand between her legs, finding her soaked. When I press two fingers inside her, she moans around Zane’s cock, pushing back against my hand.

She alternates between my brothers, taking turns sucking and stroking them while I work her with my fingers. When my thumb finds her clit, she pulls off Zane with a gasp.

We’re all achingly hard, cocks straining as she touches and tastes. But there’s no rush, no competition between us. We learned early that sharing her pleasure only heightens our own.

Chase finally lays her out on the bed, taking a moment to admire her before settling between her thighs. He starts slow, pressing kisses to her inner thighs, making her squirm with want. When his tongue finally finds her center, she gasps, fingers clutching the sheets.

“Watch him,” Zane murmurs in her ear. “Watch how much he loves tasting you.”

She lifts her head, meeting Chase’s heated gaze as he works her with his tongue. The sight makes her moan, hips lifting to meet his mouth. He takes his time, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on her clit, learning what makes her shake.

I capture one nipple between my teeth while rolling the other between my fingers. Her body arches, caught between sensations. When Chase slides one finger inside her, then two, curling them just right, Zane muffles her cries with his hands.

“Shhh, you’re going to wake the girls up,” he whispers.

“That’s it, baby,” Chase encourages against her sensitive flesh. “Want to feel you come on my tongue.”

Zane swallows her moans with his kiss while Chase works her higher. His talented mouth and fingers find the perfect rhythm, building her pleasure until she’s trembling on the edge.

“Please,” she begs, though she’s not sure what she’s begging for. “Chase, please…”

He increases his pace, sucking her clit while his fingers press deeper. When she finally breaks, her whole body convulses.

But we’re nowhere near done with her. As she catches her breath, I move between her thighs.

“I’m going to fuck you now, honey,” I whisper to her.

I slide into her slowly, savoring how wet and tight she is. Chase moves up to kiss her breasts while Zane positions himself by her mouth. She takes Zane’s cock eagerly, moaning around him as I thrust deeper.

We’ve done this enough times to find our rhythm. Each of my thrusts pushes her further onto Zane’s cock while Chase plays with her sensitive clit. When she comes again, she takes Zane and me with her.

But the night’s just beginning. We take turns with her body, learning new ways to make her scream. Once we’ve all reached multiple orgasms, we curl around her like protection. No one speaks for a long moment, just breathing together while rain drums against the windows.

“That was…” She trails off, sounding dazed.

“Yeah.” Zane presses a kiss to her shoulder.

“Definitely,” Chase agrees from her other side.

I stroke her hair, watching candlelight play across all our skin. “You okay?”

“Perfect.” She stretches like a satisfied cat. “Though I think you broke me.”

“Give us ten minutes,” Zane teases. “We’ll break you again.”

Her laugh vibrates through all of us. Outside, thunder still rolls, but it sounds distant now. Like the storm’s moving on, leaving us in our warm bubble of aftermath.

“This should feel stranger.”

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