Page 26 of Protected By the Bikers Next Door
I force myself to look in the mirror again. Okay. So, let me think of three positive things. What do I like? I suppose I like the color of the lingerie against my skin; it’s a kind of forest green that makes me look more tanned than I am and brings out the green in my hazel eyes. I like the lift that the bra gives me, making my generous breasts seem gravity-defying,and the garter belt makes my waist look smaller, even if it does accentuate my hips.
It’s now or never. If I don’t go downstairs now, I’ll chicken out. Jenny is a heavy sleeper; I’m not worried about us waking her. I muss up my hair and apply a slick of cherry lip balm before taking a deep breath and opening the door.
I can hear the murmured voices of the guys chatting downstairs as I try not to trip, walking down the stairs in the heels I’ve opted to wear. They’re discussing something related to the club, possibly an issue with a rival club. It sounds important, and I almost decide to turn around. The creak of a stair betrays me.
“Harper, is that you? We were wondering where you’d got to,” Bear says.
The last thing I want is for them to come to check and see my ass scurrying up the stairs. So, steeling myself, I walk the few paces to the living room door and push it open to reveal myself. Their shocked yet aroused expressions melt away the last of my self-consciousness. I want this.
Wolf gets to his feet slowly, confidently walking over to me. “I take it this means you’ve decided to take us up on our proposition.”
I gulp, nodding, my voice comes out barely above a whisper. “Yes.”
He comes behind me, nibbling my ear gently before whispering. “Say it.”
“I want you. All of you.”
Bear rises and comes over to stand before me. “I’ve been waiting too long to hear those words, baby,” he murmurs, kissing me deeply.
Behind me, Wolf kisses the nape of my neck. “We can go slow, if you want.”
“What if I don’t want to go slow?” I reply breathlessly as Bear teases my nipple through the lace of my bra, making my pussy wet with eager anticipation. I can feel Hawk’s eyes on me, watching intently.
Bear grins at me. “That’s our girl.” He moves away, closing all of the curtains; we don’t want an audience.
“Go sit on the couch,” Wolf commands, and I do as I’m bidden, sitting beside Hawk, who kisses me passionately.
I have no idea what I’m supposed to do, so I’m glad that Wolf is taking charge. From my exploration into group sex porn, it seemed that the woman manages to juggle all three cocks with expert ease, taking all three for the whole process, so I’m surprised when Wolf and Bear take a backseat, allowing Hawk his time to shine. I’ve not been with Hawk yet, and just like how Bear was different from Wolf, Hawk is uniquely brilliant, too.
He turns that intense focus onto me, studying my body like a tactical map and touching me in all the right places with expert precision. He works his way down my body, teasing my nipples and caressing my breasts first before venturing lower. I feel his warm breath through the fabric of my panties, and I ache for his touch there. Instead, he kisses the length of my inner thighs before tasting me through the thin lace. I mewl as his strong hands remove my panties, exposing me to my audience. I’m already so wet just at the thought of what’s to come that when his tongue laps at my clit, I see stars.
In the bliss of Hawk’s touch, I’d almost forgotten we weren’t alone until Bear comes to join us. He pulls the side of my bra down to expose my nipple, catching it in his mouth. I moan as Hawk’s long, slender fingers dance along my clit, like a pianist hitting every note, before they slide inside me while his tongue continues to play.
Bear’s mouth catches mine as I cry out, kissing me deeply and tenderly. The sensation of Hawk pleasuring me while Bear kisses me is so unusual, so erotic, yet so right. With practiced ease, he reaches around to unclasp my bra, freeing my breasts, which tumble out.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, looking into my eyes before he resumes teasing my nipples. Combined with Hawk’s expert mouth and fingers, I feel as if every nerve ending is firing at once.
And this is just from two of them.
I look over at Wolf, who’s sitting, watching us. He’s removed his clothes and is lazily stroking his erection. Just the sight of his strong, naked body and how aroused I’ve made him turns me on even more.
“Join us,” I say through breathy moans.
He shakes his head. “Not yet. I want to watch you sucking Bear’s cock.”
The request excites me; the thought that he truly gets off on watching me, that he wants me to do this, is thrilling. I giggle, lightly tugging Bear’s beard to get his attention from where he’s enjoying nuzzling between my breasts. “You heard the man. Do you want me to suck your cock or not?” I tease.
“Wicked little thing,” Bear says with a grin, moving away to remove his clothes.
Perhaps feeling that if I can talk, he’s not doing a good enough job, Hawk increases his efforts, his tongue moving faster as his fingers delve quickly in and out of me, making me cry out with pleasure. It feels incredible, and for a moment, I forget everything else, focusing just on the sensation as he brings me closer to the edge.
When I open my eyes again, Bear is standing there in all his glory. He comes over beside me, kneeling on the sofa so his dick is in line with my head. I wrap my hand around his shaft, stroking the length of him and feeling him get even harder before I lick the tip of his cock, tasting the salt of his precum.
“Fuck, yes,” he moans as I take him as deep as I can in my mouth.
I moan in pleasure as Hawk brings me closer to the edge, the vibrations only serving to turn Bear on more as they ripple along his cock.
Wolf moves over to join us, and I take his cock in my hand, working the shaft while still sucking Bear.
