Pyro’s body relaxed.
“Jesus Christ, Clo! What did you get yourself into? You should have told him no. We are the guests!” Pyro hissed, leading him toward a fridge that contained a whole collection of local beers.
After the horrible experience three days back, Clover wasn’t sure how he’d feel about being touched by Pyro again, but now that his shoulders carried the weight of Pyro’s arm, he didn’t know how he’d survived without it. Where Tank’s force was controlled, Pyro was wildness with his crazy tats and unpredictable behavior, He always kept Clover on his toes.
“I’m sorry, I wasn’t sure what to do.” He swallowed, his moonshine-infused brain only now processing what had almost happened. He didn’t want other guys. He did want to feel like theirs, to belong to Tank’s crew. Maybe that was why Drake’s betrayal hurt so much despite their constant conflict. “He was just there, and he was big, and I tried to say no politely. He just… picked me up.”
Pyro rolled his eyes and grabbed someone’s half-empty bottle before downing it in a couple of gulps. “We ditched rubbers, right? You’re not allowed to fuck anyone else, or we’re gonna have a problem,” he said, pushing Clover at the wall and poking his breastbone with a single finger. For once, his gaze didn’t stray and met Clover’s, burning him with its intensity despite the glaze of alcohol keeping it cloudy.
When Pyro leaned toward Clover, resting his elbow above Clover’s head, a stream of phantom heat trailed down Clover’s body and made him curl his toes. He swallowed his disappointment. “That’s why I’m yours?” he whispered. “‘Cause we’re fucking bare?”
Pyro licked his lips, his eyes like two oxidized coins under the green flame tattoos. “No. But that would be cheating then… wouldn’t it? Nobody likes a cheater,” he said, touching Clover’s throat with his fingertips. Suddenly, swallowing was difficult.
Pyro considering them exclusive was a pleasant surprise, but a question still burned at the tip of Clover’s tongue. He put his hand over Pyro’s.
“Do you still even like me? After what’s happ—?”
Pyro descended on him with a kiss so intense Clover struggled with the lack of air, and when Pyro pushed him at the wall, Clover only realized what was happening when Pyro grabbed his thighs and picked him up without allowing their lips to part. Warmth exploded inside Clover, and he wrapped his limbs around Pyro’s strong body, holding on as the storm that was Pyro rolled over him, staking his claim with squeezes and rubs.
“That answer your question?” Pyro asked, breathless from the making out.
Clover’s heart beat fast, but he was feeling naughty and nuzzled Pyro’s nose. “No. Say it.”
Pyro’s breath was hot and fast on his skin, and made Clover’s liquor-soaked brain spark with a multitude of colors. He rolled his forehead against Clover’s without looking into his eyes. “I’m sorry. I was so rough. Didn’t know how to talk to you after what I did.”
Knowing Pyro was on his side made Clover warm all over, and he couldn’t wait to rekindle the fire with the wildest guy of the bunch. He grinned and stroked Pyro’s braid. “Heard you called me a unicorn,” he teased.
He hadn’t even realized how much he’d craved this. The raw intensity with which Pyro lusted for him was honey drizzled over Clover’s ego. Whether it was the casual groping around the house or lewd comments, Clover loved the sexual attention he got from Pyro. Not to mention the rim jobs. Just wow. Pyro ate ass like there was nothing else he wanted to do all day.
Pyro’s breath caught, and he grinned, pulling Clover even higher above the floor. “And I still haven’t gotten to come in that unicorn. I’m feeling left out.”
For a moment Clover thought Pyro would fuck him then and there, but his wide green eyes were focused on Clover, as if he were waiting for something.
“We’ve got to amend that, right?” Clover gave Pyro’s lips a teasing lick as the word ours still rattled in his head. He was desperately wanted. For once, he belonged.
Pyro’s smile widened, telling Clover he’d said the right thing, as if Pyro, despite his unruly nature, felt the need to be invited into Clover’s arms again. As if he too craved that confirmation that he was wanted.
The next hard kiss had him tightening his legs around Pyro’s waist, and he yelped into the hot mouth when they swung away from the wall, balancing in the middle of the floor full of people. But despite fear scratching at the edges of his mind, he trusted Pyro and wouldn’t break the kiss as the other man maneuvered across the large room, hands firmly squeezing Clover’s ass.
He could hear more voices now, but he only opened his mouth when Pyro leaned forward, depositing him on a hard surface that had a broad edge, which dug into Clover’s hip. When he opened his eyes and saw the blackboard, his dick got so stiff the pressure of jeans became hard to stand.
He looked up at Pyro in shock, head so hot and buzzing with alcohol blood could be drizzling out of his ears and he wouldn’t feel it. “Here?” he whispered, glancing over Pyro’s shoulder at all the people staring.
“Yes, here. For everyone to see who you belong to.”
Clover had gotten accustomed to being watched by his chosen men, but this was something completely different. He was both afraid and excited, shy and bold. Pyro pushed his boundaries and challenged Clover to things he would have never considered before they met. Would he be okay with others seeing him fucked? Spread open and drilled by Pyro in that frantic way that communicated insane lust? Even women would be watching, he had no doubt about that. His head spun at the images his mind provided.
He couldn’t make a decision, so it was made for him. Like through a blurry lens, he saw Mina approach the blackboard and write his name at the bottom of the list. Heat spiraled into his skull, but he didn’t protest when Pyro dragged Clover’s pants down in a series of impatient movements. He was back between Clover’s hips within moments and grabbed Clover’s cock, pumping it with a distinct twist.
“Someone get me a Sharpie,” Pyro shouted through the music that made Clover’s head thud, and tore off Clover’s T-shirt. His chest was bare too, falling and rising rapidly, and he twisted his own nipple, watching Clover with a hunger that could only be satiated one way.
Clover sat bare-assed on the edge of the pool table, still dazed by what was about to happen. He knew he shouldn’t allow this, but he wanted to. This was who he was—living life to the fullest, adored by the wild, tattooed man between his legs, and ogled by strangers. Nothing bad could happen to him as long as Pyro was around, fulfilling Clover’s most illicit fantasies.
His cock drizzled pre-cum over Pyro’s hand, and he couldn’t even get a word in, too busy gasping for air and kneading the Ted Bundy face inked on Pyro’s pec. This was insanity, but Clover wouldn’t have had it any other way. Pyro pulled him closer, once again taking ownership of Clover’s lips. His tongue was so long Clover was starting to feel like there was a cock probing at his throat, but before he could have entertained this fantasy even further, Pyro pushed him to lie on the table, a black Sharpie in hand. Spectators formed a circle around the pool table, anonymous faces eager to see the fresh meat tenderized, and when Pyro spoke louder, he had all their attention.
“This boy here is not for free use. He’s ours! You better remember this,” he said, and the smooth tip of the marker tickled Clover’s chest, leaving behind bold lines that made up five letters.
T-A-K-E-N
Never before this crazy ride with Tank’s crew had anyone wanted Clover so badly. He was dizzy from the excitement of belonging. He craved it with all his heart, and judging by the blackboard, public sex wasn’t an out of the ordinary occurrence in this clubhouse, so why would he stop himself? He’d get his ass creamed, and he’d love it.
Clover looked up at Pyro, pulling him even closer with his legs. “Yours,” he said to the accompaniment of a few howls and whistles.
Pyro’s eyes glinted, as if Clover’s words cleared them of the alcohol haze, and he grabbed Clover’s hips, poking his dick at
his dry entrance. “Mine. Ours. My dirty, beautiful boy,” he whispered, frantically opening a packet of lube
Clover’s breath hitched, and he squeezed his buttocks on the cockhead when it prodded at him again, this time all slippery and ready. If someone told him he’d be doing this a month ago, he’d have told them they were fucked in the head, yet now he didn’t mind the strangers watching his naked body splayed on the pool table and a cock drilling its way into his hole. This was the confirmation of his status, and it needed to be public.
He wanted to dirty talk right back at Pyro, but a harsh thrust made him moan instead.
“Even his nipples got hard,” someone commented from the side, but Clover found it difficult to focus when Pyro’s thick dick stretched his tender ass.
Pyro didn’t take his time, eager to bury himself whole in the heat of Clover’s body. His face was red, eyes focused, and strands of blue hair that had escaped the braid stuck to his forehead. And whatever was happening next to them, Pyro was clearly beyond caring. Between one thrust and the next, he took his time petting Clover’s chest until his hands reached the neck.
“Mine. And you will take my load every time we fuck.”
Clover nodded, unafraid of the squeeze to his throat. Pyro had hands like a miner, yet he wouldn’t hurt him. Someone might have pulled out their phone to film what was going on, but Clover didn’t even care anymore. Pyro’s dick rammed into him time and time again, balls slapping against Clover’s ass as if he were being fucked and spanked at the same time.
Clover stroked the arm holding his neck with both hands. The muscles tensed under Pyro’s tan skin, dark hairs bristling as if to invite Clover’s touch. He was so strong that if he’d wanted to strangle Clover, he could’ve done it with ease. He could squeeze Clover’s throat until he crushed it. But instead, the hands were there for pleasure.
The world spun around him, but between the thrusts that made him utter the most embarrassing of sounds, and Pyro’s handsome form above, Clover let himself relax and the wave of lust carried him. He was starting to feel the familiar pull in his cock when Pyro made him turn and bend over the pool table, but once his dick was back in Clover’s ass, the unmistakable smell of the Sharpie became prominent in the stuffy air.
Holding him still with one hand, Pyro read out loud what he was writing, “Property of: Pyro.”
Clover wanted to ask what about the others, but Pyro started a brutally fast assault on his ass as soon as he was done marking him, and thinking went to the backburner.
He moaned, suddenly faced with Drake, who watched him from the crowd. His black eyes sharp as razors, but the flush on his cheeks betrayed a weakness he wasn’t proud of.
Watch me, Clover thought. Look at what you’re missing out on.
His ass throbbed with heat when Pyro’s dick twitched inside of him, but Clover kept staring at Drake even when he spoke to his lover.
“Yes. Cream me. I wanna be dripping with your spunk.”
The provocation must have gotten to Drake, because he stepped back, leaving Clover to face a phone that recorded him the moment Pyro’s dick exploded deep inside his hole. It was still rhythmically pulsing in Clover’s ass when Pyro pulled him back, kissing his lips while his hand tugged on Clover’s helpless cock.
The inevitable happened after only a couple of jerks, and Clover shook with a violent orgasm, held by the man who wanted him so desperately, and watched by lusty strangers who could not have him.
“So good,” Clover panted while the cock still rocked inside him. The fuck might have been for everyone to see, but those words? —those words were only theirs. Reconnecting with Pyro was what Clover needed to find peace. He wouldn’t be walking around on eggshells anymore and instead, he’d be anticipating Pyro’s dirty comments and invitations into a whole world of filth Clover loved.
His lover didn’t let go of him for a while, showering kisses along Clover’s shoulders, but once he pulled away, Clover felt the warm seed trickle out. He shut his eyes when Pyro wouldn’t let him close his legs, and not only pushed them wider instead, but even spanked the buttocks to provoke Clover into rocking back and forth on the table. His face burned when he heard Pyro speak.
“Look at that beauty. It’s all ours. Nobody else gets a piece.”
Clover rubbed his burning cheeks into the green surface and stiffened when the sharpie danced over his back again. But then he focused on the letters, and his smile widened.
T-A-N-K. And then, B-O-A-R.
Eat your heart out, Drake.
Clover looked over his shoulder at the two men, and licked his lips while reaching back and pulling his ass open. “Want a piece, Daddy?”
The hollers were too loud to recognize what Tank answered, or what the people around them were saying. He didn’t care. Only what his men thought mattered.
After Pyro’s overwhelmingly long, intense fuck, Tank sank into Clover with ease, creating a strange sensation deep inside him, one of supreme relaxation and an arousal that somehow built from within. The hand in his hair was recognizable as Boar’s, and Clover’s men took turns fucking him for everyone to see. The spectacle seemed to go on for hours, and by the time four lines appeared on the tally board next to Clover’s name—because Pyro came inside his ass twice—he was so exhausted and overwhelmed with languid pleasure, he didn’t even think about protesting when Tank gathered him into his arms and carried him to a corner seat where the four of them rested with a couple of the bikers.
Clover had never felt calmer than sitting in Tank’s lap, not caring about his nakedness, about Drake’s shitty attitude, about the people watching him. Tank stroked his back, and no matter what others might’ve thought, Clover was proud to be their dirty boy. Full of cum, with bruises on his arms where Pyro had held him too hard, he loved being their prized possession, and didn’t feel at all embarrassed to display it on his skin.
Right now, he’d even get their names inked.
Chapter 14 – Clover
Clover awoke to a warm, hairy chest against his back. He stuck his head under his other lover’s chin, enjoying the heat of being the filling in a three-man sandwich. Boar slid his arms under Clover’s and pulled him back, showering soft kisses all over his jaw, neck, and shoulder. Each was followed by the tickle of his thick beard that made Clover arch in pleasure. He pulled Pyro closer with the one leg he had slung over the other man’s hip and let himself enjoy the cuddling. Nobody had ever touched him with the kind of tenderness he now experienced on a daily basis, and he drowned in the two pairs of strong yet careful arms.
He usually slept with Tank, but after last night’s debauchery in Boar and Pyro’s bed, he’d had no energy to leave.
They’d spent two weeks with the Steel Horde, and Clover was amazed by just how little he missed the internet or the city when there was so much interesting stuff to do. The nature around the fenced-off village owned by the club exploded with life, and he’d even spotted a bear during a hiking trip with Boar. He couldn’t live down the excitement of that encounter for the rest of that day.
The club grounds were massive, and the people who lived within their bounds—mostly self-sufficient, with vegetable gardens by every cabin and a large group of rabbits and chickens kept for meat. While Clover and his mercenaries were treated as guests and didn’t have to dedicate their entire days to the everyday tasks required to keep the settlement running, some help was expected of them, so Clover had learned how to collect eggs, milk a goat, and had polished some bikes. But that didn’t mean fun was hard to come by. Bonfires were a daily occurrence, and they typically involved more moonshine and sex than Clover had associated with such events. Many of the inhabitants, of what was in essence a small village centered around the biker club, had little shame, which culminated in Twink Wars, a spontaneous fuck-off between Clover and Travis, the only other guy listed on the blackboard.
Clover had never been a blushing flower, but that event had taken his shamelessness to a new level, and not a single person in att
endance seemed to think there was anything out of the norm about the contest. Clover had done his best trying to make Tank come before Travis’s partner, but Travis had won that battle fair and square. Clover was somewhat disappointed, but he didn’t mind the play-spanking he got for being a loser, since it was more about pleasure than punishment. Funishment, so to say.
What Clover did mind was Travis inviting Tank for a sampling of his superior blowjob skills. What kind of bullshit was that? So the guy was fit. And probably sucked more cock per year than Clover had in all his lifetime—whatever—but he should’ve known when to keep his hands off someone’s man. He chose not to bother Tank about it, since they were soon to leave this nest of temptation.
But this place was no free-for-all either. The man who’d approached Clover for sex on that first evening, kept his distance. No one wanted to accidentally cross the unspoken line surrounding Clover, who had been accepted as the sole property of the mercenaries.
He was more than fine with that.
Pyro’s mouth opened Clover’s, and when his burning hot fingers rubbed Clover’s nape, leaning in was the only option. It was still early, but Clover’s brain was already sinking into a cloud of absolute contentment.
“Slept well, Clo?” Pyro asked, resting his head on the pillow and smiling up at him. His blue braid was still intact, though somewhat frizzy, its wild color in place despite the stains left on the sheet. Clover had an intimate knowledge of Pyro’s temperament, yet the man looked cute with his eyes still puffy from sleep.
Clover ran his hand up Pyro’s chest. “It was very warm. I think Boar’s still asleep,” he whispered, waiting for a comment from behind his back.
“No, I’m not,” Boar mumbled and squeezed Clover’s chest so tightly breathing became impossible for a moment. He then leaned above Clover and gave Pyro a good morning kiss as well.
Pyro sighed, rolling to his back in the huge bed they’d been offered for the duration of their stay. Most of the inhabitants lived in simple log cabins like this one, with the only difference being size. After all, guests didn’t need as much space.
Four Mercenaries - The Complete Collection Page 16