by Lane Hart
“I want to watch you suck his dick again while I fuck you.”
“Oh,” I say in surprise. “Okay. But, um, he just finished, so…” I don’t want to embarrass the other man. Some guys need more than five or ten minutes to recover.
“Soft or hard, just fucking suck him,” Abel demands urgently.
“Okay,” I agree. “Cory?”
“Don’t worry, babe. I didn’t drink like a fish tonight, so I’m good to go again,” the ginger says as he walks around to the side of the bed where my head is close to the edge. His eyes are on Abel’s, waiting for his reaction to that jab, but Abel is busy staring at something lower, so I don’t think he even noticed the insult.
Cory steps up to the bed. Grabbing my shoulders, he pulls me toward him until my head is hanging off the side. Then he steps forward until his balls are right in front of me and his long, slender dick is being slapped against my lips. I open wide for him to plunge inside deep enough that it’s hard to breathe with my nose pressed against his sac.
“This what you wanted?” the ginger asks, but I don’t think he’s talking to me since I can’t speak.
“Yes,” Abel grunts before a hand squeezes one of my breasts. A tongue – Abel’s, I assume – then flicks over one of my nipples before he covers it with his mouth and starts sucking on it. A jolt of need shoots straight from my chest down to my pussy he’s still filling.
I moan around Cory’s pumping shaft, making him curse above me.
“God, you’re really fucking good at that,” Cory says when I take him deep into my throat. His hands wrap around my neck, and then he starts thrusting in and out of my mouth, fucking my face in one of the dirtiest ways ever.
And I love it.
Dubois was not a man who liked to share. I hardly ever had his full attention unless I was on my knees. The rest of the time, sex was quick and over, and then he left me or went to sleep.
Being with two men at the same time is even better than I thought it would be. Having both use my body at the same time to make them feel good has got me so hot and wet…
Abel’s mouth leaves me. Pressing my knees to my chest, he pulls his cock nearly all the way out and then slams back inside, stretching me, hitting the deepest part of me again like he’s twice the size he was before. It feels so good I whimper around Cory’s cock on each forceful stroke.
“Sounds like you’re hard again,” I think the ginger says, but there’s so much going on I can’t keep up.
“I am,” Abel replies. He pulls all the way out of me to rub himself over my swollen clit, making me squirm.
Chapter Twelve
Abel
Thank fuck I got my hard-on back, or that would’ve been goddamn embarrassing.
Lately, it’s been harder to finish when I’m alone with a woman. Sometimes I just give up and pretend I’m done, then eat her out before she notices.
Right now, I’m having the opposite problem – trying not to come while watching Cory’s cock disappear down Selina’s throat.
Her tight little body is squirming between us as she struggles to take us both at the same time. Her nipples are both perfect pink points in the center of her perky tits. I can’t even see for sure from this angle, but Cory’s balls must be slapping her in her upside-down face every time he pumps his hips toward her mouth. The cocky grin on his face says he’s loving every second of her sucking him off too. His huge naked body is so close I could touch him if I wanted.
And fuck, I do, but for now, just being able to look at him is really fucking nice.
Hell, if his dick bounced up from Selina’s mouth, I’m close enough to lean forward and lick it.
But if I keep up those thoughts, I’m going to explode before Selina gets off. Her moans sound like they’re getting louder, but it’s hard to tell since they’re muffled.
“Sounds like you’re hard again,” Cory remarks, his grin widening as if he knew I got soft with her and needed…more to rev me up. I could pretend it was the alcohol, but we would both know I’m lying, so I don’t.
“I am,” I agree.
Holding most of my weight off Selina, I plant a palm on the mattress next to her head and pull my cock out with the other. That’s right – I stupidly want to show it off to him. Holding the base, I rub my crown back and forth over her clit, slap her a few times with it until she’s squirming all over with need.
Selina’s mouth is still full, but her hands aren’t. She reaches down and grabs my cock to try and put it back inside of her.
“I think she’s close,” Cory remarks with a chuckle as I slam inside of her again. He glances down to where he’s pistoning in and out of her mouth. “I am too.”
He pulls out, and then I can’t help but watch as he grips his cock that’s slick from Selina’s mouth, tugging on it from root to tip, back and forth. I’ve never watched another man jerk off before. Well, not in real life. It’s hot as hell.
Thankfully, Selina starts rubbing her own clit when I nearly forget about her. Her pussy soon starts to clench around my shaft. Her back arches, and she cries out with her release. I’m close, so once her body stops trembling, I pull out, yank the condom off, and then finish myself off with my hand while Cory does the same.
I want to look at his face to see if he’s watching, but I can’t lift my gaze, afraid I’ll see that damn knowing smirk on his face and feel ashamed. I even start to soften a little.
“Fuck!” I exclaim in frustration.
But like some sort of lifesaver, Selina comes to the rescue, moving to her hands and knees to take me in her mouth.
My eyes close on a groan, and I throw my head back. And in my mind, I pretend it’s Cory’s mouth on me while he jerks himself off.
I explode like a fucking geyser down Selina’s throat, nearly apologizing for the lack of warning. When I look down, though, she’s still greedily sucking me off.
Then, Cory kneels on the bed and slides his dick between her raised ass cheeks three times before he comes on her backside.
If I hadn’t just come, I would’ve right then and there watching that.
Chapter Thirteen
Cory
Abel and Selina cuddle down together, giggling for about two minutes before they both pass out.
Unlike most guys, after I get off, I’m wide-awake.
Instead of turning on the television and waking them, I slip off into the bathroom to take a quick shower.
While the spray warms up, I look over at the counter and notice my watch is gone.
Son of a bitch.
It was here after housekeeping, and Selina hasn’t even been in the bathroom, which means…Abel?
What the fuck would the Savage King want with a Cartier watch?
He’s an odd one.
And if there’s one thing I know, it’s that closeted guys are so repressed they can be crazy as fuck.
Once I dry off, I leave the bathroom with just a towel around my waist.
Since Abel’s snoring again, I go over to his discarded jeans to reach my hand into the front pocket. First, I touch something silky and pull it free. Oh right, he caught Rita’s garter. The idea of settling down, marrying a woman, could’ve been what pushed his buttons earlier. I slip my hand back down in the denim pocket and feel the thick, heavy silver band of my watch and his cell phone.
The watch was a gift from the professor I told Selina about, so other than looking nice on my wrist, there’s no sentimental value.
Fuck it. I’ll let the biker keep the damn thing.
But I do take out his phone. There’s no password or even face ID. I mean, who would be stupid enough to try and steal a Savage King’s phone?
I’m not planning to steal it. No, I just add myself to his contacts and then call myself, letting it ring just long enough for my phone to buzz across the room where it’s still in my suit before ending the call.
There. Now I have his number, and he has mine in case the biker decides to grow a pair and ask for what he really wants.
&
nbsp; To let him know my number is there, I send him a text from my phone, one that says,
HAVE FUN PRETENDING YOU DON’T NEED MORE THAN WHAT ANY WOMAN CAN GIVE YOU. WHEN YOU CHANGE YOUR MIND, THIS IS MY NUMBER.
Now, I’ll just have to wait and see what happens.
As I climb into the empty bed, I decide to sleep for a few hours before hitting the road instead of pushing my luck with Abel in the morning when his decisions the night before will all come flooding back to him.
Yep, I want to be long gone before he decides to really fight me.
I almost feel bad for the guy. He’s at least in his midtwenties, maybe older, and I doubt he’s ever given in to his urges. The Kings are a big, masculine bunch of guys. Maybe they wouldn’t care if he’s into men, but they might. Abel wouldn’t want to take that chance, not after all he probably had to go through to get patched in.
And that sucks for him. Living with this kind of secret, not being who you really are, is the worst thing ever.
I would know.
Selina
Morning comes way too soon, sunlight peeking through the curtains and a knock on the door. It’s followed by a woman saying something about “Housekeeping.”
Oh shit.
I sit up to find the second bed empty. It’s after eleven, so I guess Cory has already left.
The naked man next to me is still sound asleep, though, so I give his shoulder a shove.
“Abel, wake up. We have to go.”
“Huh?” he mumbles.
“Time to check out of the hotel,” I explain to him as I jump up to start getting dressed. “Just a minute!” I yell to the person on the other side of the door.
This wasn’t how I wanted things to go down. I was hoping we could get up, shower together, and have some of the free breakfast downstairs before I had to leave. It would’ve been a chance to try and get to know Abel and win him over with the hope that he would want more than a night with me.
Not that it probably would’ve worked, but maybe.
“Why are you getting dressed?” Abel mumbles as he rolls to his back, sheets tenting as he watches me with hooded eyes. “I need some more of that pussy and that ass…”
“I wish,” I tell him honestly with a bark of laughter. “But um, you need to get up and dressed too. Housekeeping is outside. I think checkout time has passed. Cory’s gone…”
That last part seems to wake him up. Abel sits up, sees the empty bed, and looks to the bathroom.
“He’s gone?” he asks as he tosses the bedsheets off and strolls out of bed naked, not the least bit shy as he peeks in the bathroom to double-check. Not that he should be shy because, wow, he’s even hotter in the light of day with his giant back tattoo and muscles covering nearly every inch of him.
“Yeah, I guess he left early and let us sleep.”
We both get dressed quickly after that. Well, sort of. Since Abel’s shirt got trashed, he’s looking like a wet fucking dream in nothing but his open leather cut and worn jeans, showing off his tan, those sinewy arms, and washboard abs. I think I could get off just from rubbing my pussy on his taut stomach.
In the hallway, I give the poor woman waiting on us an apology as we head toward the elevator, but the way she eyes Abel like the droolworthy god he is and flushes, I think all is forgiven.
“Fuck,” Abel says as he slaps his hands over his thighs and then his cut, then slips his hand into his jean pocket.
“What?” I ask.
“Ah, nothing. It’s just, I think Hugo took the key to my motorcycle last night.”
“Oh, so you need a ride home,” I say in understanding, glad that we won’t be going our separate ways just yet.
“If you don’t mind?” he asks.
“No, it’s fine. But, um, just to warn you, the truck is a mess.”
Abel smiles. “I don’t mind messes.”
I’m not sure if he actually understands what I meant about the mess until we walk up to the truck. His boots come to a complete stop about three feet away from the window. Turning around to face me, he asks, “What the hell is all this?”
“Pretty much everything I own.”
He stares at me silently, waiting for me to give him an explanation.
Embarrassed, I pile my thick hair up off my neck. “I…I don’t have anywhere to go,” I finally admit to Abel, not because I want his pity, but maybe I wouldn’t mind a little bit of mercy.
“Yeah?” Abel asks, his green eyes softening when he takes another look inside the truck window.
“Yeah. I, ah, I recently lost my job,” I lie. “So, I couldn’t pay rent.” The truth is that Dubois didn’t pay me to bartend. Instead, he let me crash with him every night and gave me cash to buy food for us both or the whole MC.
“Hell, baby girl, get in the truck and drive us to my place. You can stay with me a few days. I, ah, I know what it’s like to be homeless.”
“You do?” I ask in surprise.
“Yeah. I was sixteen and…anyway, I get it. Not knowing where you’re going to lay your head at night sucks. You can crash at my and Hugo’s place as long as…” He pauses and then looks at me. “Wait. Is that why you fucked around with me and Cory last night?”
I shrug. “Sort of maybe. But being with you both was definitely better than sleeping in my truck.” I pat the hood of the run-down machine.
Abel turns around, putting his back to me and rubbing his hands over his short hair. “Great, now I feel like even worse shit.”
“Don’t, Abel,” I tell him as I grab the belt loop of his jeans, urging him to turn around and face me. Finally, he does. I want him to see the truth on my face when I say, “Last night was incredible. I got to be with two hot guys in a nice hotel room instead of sleeping in a hot, cramped truck. I had so many orgasms I lost count. What single woman wouldn’t prefer that?”
He stares at me silently, his intense green eyes warming me. “Are you sure?” he asks. “Because I don’t want you to think… You can stay with me until you get back on your feet. That doesn’t mean you have to fuck me or I’ll throw you out on your ass if you don’t.”
“Trust me. I want to fuck you as often as possible.”
He grins at that admission a second before his face falls. “I, um, I just need to check with my roommate to make sure it’s cool with him. I’m sure it will be, though. Hop in. I’ll give you the directions as we go. Then we’ll see what Hugo says before you bring anything inside.”
“Okay. Thank you, Abel.”
“No problem,” he replies before he opens the door and lifts several boxes like they weigh nothing to put them in the bed, making room for him to sit down.
Chapter Fourteen
Abel
Selina’s just pulled up in the driveway when Hugo comes out the front door with a black backpack slung over one shoulder. He starts to lock up before he does a double take and sees me getting out of Selina’s truck. Keys still in his hands, he comes down the porch steps toward me.
“Glad you didn’t end up wrapped around a pole last night as drunk as you were.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t stupid enough to try and drive,” I say, even though I think at the time I had considered it and it was Cory and Selina who had insisted I stay in his hotel room for the night. Fucking ginger. “I crashed with some friends.” I nod my chin toward the driver’s-side where Selina eases out of the cab with a huge smile on her face as she checks out Hugo.
Too bad for her, my best friend just recently decided he was done with threesomes, so her efforts are about to be wasted on him.
“Hey, I’m Selina.” Coming around the truck, she holds out her hand to Hugo, who takes it.
“Hugo.”
“You headed out?” I guess based on the backpack.
“Ah, yeah. Should be back in a few days, but I told Roman you’ve got my proxy vote in case it’s longer.”
“You don’t think you’ll be back for Thursday night’s meeting?” I say in disbelief. “Jesus Christ, she’s only four or fi
ve hours away, not on the other side of the country!”
“If she’s still there. Anyway, take care of yourself.”
Apparently, he’s in a hurry to get on the road since he starts to his bike.
“Hugo, wait!” I call out as I jog over to catch up. “Do you mind if Selina stays with us until she gets back on her feet?”
He lifts a dark eyebrow and glances at her over his shoulder. “How long do you think that will take?”
“I don’t know.”
“You trust her?”
“I guess so. I’ve only known her a night, but um, she doesn’t have anywhere else to go.”
“Keep the guns and valuables locked up in the safe and pray she doesn’t go psycho and kill you in your sleep.” There’s a hint of a grin on his lips, mostly hidden by his black beard.
“Fuck you,” I tell him with a chuckle. “Now I won’t be able to sleep for thinking about that.”
“She didn’t kill you or rob you last night when you were near blackout drunk, so that’s a good sign.”
“Yeah, I actually did pass out in the hotel room, but they didn’t fuck with me.”
“They?” Hugo asks with his brow raised in question.
“Yeah, her and one of the waitresses from the reception,” I lie to him in a hurry. If I admitted it was Cory’s room I slept in, he would call me a traitor after what the asshole did to Nolan.
“Nice,” he says coolly as he turns away and walks to his bike, making me think he doesn’t believe my lie.
“Be careful out there on your own,” I tell him, wishing he wasn’t insisting on leaving me behind. “Some assholes see a lone Savage King on the highway and might try to start shit.”
“You know I can handle anything.” He climbs on his bike and gives me a pointed look that makes me think he’s referring to something else entirely.
“Yeah, I know,” I reply.
Neither of us says anything else as he helmets up and cranks the bike.