by Skyla Madi
“It’s easy,” Creed tells me, his irises darkening, his lids growing heavier. “You just gotta let him in.”
He pushes on me, easing me back against Judge, who remains steadfast and strong, like a concrete pillar, and I inhale through my nose. Creed’s push slips Judge deeper, and I exhale as he pulls me back, lessening the amount of tension deep within me. He hums his encouragement then pushes me again, harder this time, and Judge swears as I take him deeper. More cold, soothing liquid hits my heated flesh, and Creed pushes and pulls me quicker, more frequently, moving me up and down his friend’s thickening length. When I’ve adjusted, when my tension has mostly dissipated, Creed pushes his way inside my body, and I feel…I just feel so full.
When both men are fully inside me, neither insist on thrusting. Instead, they rub me, their hot, damp hands massaging my muscles, their mouths skimming my flesh, their tongues tasting, and their teeth biting. In the span of an hour, they fulfill every fantasy I’ve ever had about having multiple men at the same time, but I don’t think I’d do it again. It’s a strange phenomenon…Creed is as close as he can possibly be—he’s literally inside my body—but I’ve never felt so far away from him. While Judge makes my stomach flutter, it’s Creed who makes my soul sing.
Our breaths heat and quicken, all three of us, and the sensation of having two cocks inside of me, both throbbing and pumping at alternate times, moving like a well-oiled machine, is overwhelming. It dawns on me then that they’re perfectly rehearsed and I’m the only one here who has no idea what’s going to happen next. I cut my eyes at Creed, who grips the back of my neck and squeezes, holding me as close as he possibly can.
“You’ve done this before,” I say, matter of fact, and Judge laughs darkly as Creed’s lips quirk.
“Creed loves to share his women with me.”
“This is the only time it’s ever meant something. Promise.” Creed’s eyes sparkle with amusement, his face slack with his pleasure. “And never again after tonight. You’re mine. Only mine.”
Judge thrusts hard, and I gasp as pain and pleasure dance in the pit of my belly.
“Maybe she’ll get a taste for it,” Judge teases, snaking his fingers through my hair and over the back of my scalp. He tugs on me, pulling my chest from Creed’s and pressing my back against his. He wraps his large arms around me and rubs my body all over, touching and caressing, pinching and pulling. “Maybe she’ll want this every weekend.”
I shake my head and feel him smile against my ear. I close my eyes.
“Or maybe you’ll want me,” he adds, keeping me away from Creed. “Only me.”
A thumb slides between my creases, circling my clit, and my eyes shoot open as I groan my disagreement. I could never want Judge the way I want Creed. It’s been Creed from the beginning, from the moment I saw him sitting atop his bike, looking dangerous. He has eyes that make my heart beat quicker than anyone has ever made it beat and lips that send every muscle in my body coiling with desire. Judge is hot—impossibly so—but Creed is the sun my universe revolves around. I watch Creed as he rubs me, his dark eyes not leaving mine for a second.
“You’ll want him?” Creed asks, and I shake my head, pressing my lips together to hold back a moan that vibrates in my throat.
“She’s so hot, so tight,” Judge groans, his breathing labored. He continues to thrust, moving Creed inside me also. “I think she’s lying.”
“I’m not lying,” I snap, but my aggression quickly melts under the stroking of Creed’s thumb. My head sags forward, and I can’t take my eyes off the veins in his manly hands. Perfect. “Shit.”
I move my hips, each flex controlled by the friction his tough thumb generates against my sensitive flesh. I barrel toward my climax and clasp my hand over my mouth. Creed flicks his stare over my thighs to where he fills my pussy. I pulse with need around his length, and he can feel it.
“You’re gonna come on him again?” Creed says, smirking wickedly. “Maybe you do want him.”
I don’t want him. I clench Creed’s thick wrist and squeeze, trying to pull him away so I don’t orgasm, but my strength is no match for his. “James, s-stop it.”
Creed looks at Judge and flicks his chin, gesturing for something. Smirking, Judge reaches around me and snatches my wrists, and I inhale sharply as he pulls my arms behind my back and grips me behind my elbows.
“James…” I protest pathetically, quivering as my orgasm builds and builds. “Damon…”
I grit my teeth, fighting off the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me, but Creed isn’t giving up without a fight. Creed rubs me harder, faster, and talks dirty to me. He teases me about Judge, about how needy and dirty I am. He makes me feel like a whore without letting the word leave his mouth, and I…I love it. He thrusts his hips, so does Judge, and I inhale, but I can’t fill my lungs.
“Oh, fuck,” I shout as I'm thrown over the edge of pleasure and left to crash into pieces on the other side. “I’m coming. I’m coming. I’m coming.”
I arch my back and bite back my cry as my orgasm slams into me. It overcomes me in merciless pulses, shaking me so hard I’m certain I’d fall and shatter into a million pieces if I weren’t sandwiched between the two men who force me to pulse and squirm around their lengths until I can no longer bear it.
Groaning, Judge releases me, and I collapse into Creed’s arms. I tremble against him, breathing heavily through my nose, on the verge of tears as my head spins. Judge grabs my hips in his bruising grip and pounds into me five times before his hips jar and he shoves himself deep and holds still. I feel him throb inside as his release shoots into the condom.
Then it’s Creed’s turn. He grips my shoulders and lifts me off him, pushing me back into Judge’s arms, who gratefully holds me to his torso and pulls me back a little further so Creed can see every private inch of me.
“Bounce on his cock, baby,” Judge groans in my ear, his length softening inside me, making more room. “Make him come for you.”
I roll my hips, but my movement is tired, and my breath is heavy. Nearly every muscle in my body feels like jelly.
“Help me,” I ask Judge, lifting my arm to wrap it around his neck, pulling his head closer to mine.
Judge grabs me under my thighs and lifts me, making it easier to move myself up and down on Creed’s bare, thick length. As my orgasm fades to memory, I find my strength, and Judge releases me, moving his hand to play with my hypersensitive bundle of nerves. I curse and close my eyes for a brief second. I open them as Creed grabs my calves and cranes his neck to watch me move on him. Then his grunting and groaning starts, and his lips part as he releases hot, thick ropes of his pleasure deep inside me. When he’s done, Judge eases me forward, and I rest in Creed’s arms once more. A few seconds pass, and they both pull out of me, leaving me empty. I release a sigh of relief I didn’t realize I was holding and lick my parched lips while I listen to the sound of Creed’s racing heart.
“I’m gonna have a drink, recuperate, then we can get started on round two,” Judge says, moving away from the couch.
Creed tightens his hold on me, but I heard the hint of playfulness in Judge’s voice. I reach out and grab the chocolate-colored throw blanket from the back of the couch and pull it over my body. In the distance, I hear the annoying squeak of the bathroom door.
“Get out,” I call out then yawn. “Done with you.”
“Ouch,” he shouts back. “I feel used.”
I lift my head to look Creed in the face and rest my chin on his chest. Smiling, he cups my face and kisses me tenderly. He keeps his tongue at bay at first then brings it into the mix, kissing me dizzy.
“You have to wash me,” I tell him when he breaks the kiss.
“All right.”
The blanket is lifted by my ass and cool air swoops in followed by wildfire as a bare hand slaps across my left cheek. I shriek and turn, making Creed grunt as I dig my elbow into his ribs. “What the hell, Judge?”
“Thanks for the good time, Blondie
.” He zips up his jacket. “Don’t be late tomorrow, Creed. We have an important meeting.”
“Yeah. I’ll be there.”
Creed rolls his large body, moving me to lay flat on the couch. He pulls his pants all the way up and adjusts the band on his hips. He turns as Judge makes his way to the front door, and I catch him by his hand, holding him back. Creed looks at me.
“Let him go. He’s big enough to walk himself out.”
He leans his big body over me. “Do you need me?”
I glance at his mouth. It’s amazing how quickly he can rebuild my sexual need for him seconds after shattering it completely. “I need you. Only you.”
I lift off the couch and kiss him. I keep kissing him until he lowers his body to mine and crushes me perfectly under his weight. I don’t know how long we lay on the couch, kissing, but eventually, he’s back inside me, thrusting, squeezing, pulling, pinching, rubbing. He brings me to the edge over and over until we come apart together, and I’ve never felt as close to him as I do now. Judge was a necessary fun to cement my life in the club, but it’s Creed who steals my breath and consumes my soul.
He’s the love of my life, my biker, my hero.
COMING SOON
Burning Daylight
A Devil’s Cartel MC novel
Book Two
About the Author
Skyla Madi is an Australian writer from Brisbane, Queensland.
Skyla started her writing career fresh out of high school and at 21 she is a giver of both real and fictional life.
She is an aquarian, lover of the written word and author of the #1 BESTSELLING Consumed trilogy.
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