ink was forgotten.
I fell on Axe’s first. His was the thickest and it had a gorgeous kink in the middle that did things to my insides that should have been illegal. I worked up some spit and trailed my tongue down the underside of his shaft, moistening his length in preparation for sucking him off. He gathered my hair in his hands as I pressed the tip to my lips, and within seconds, he took control.
I’d expected this, but fuck, it had been a long time since I’d gagged on a cock. Ryan had been a gentler lover. That wasn’t to say I hadn’t been fucked, and fucked hard over the years. I’d had bruises from sex, bite marks and all kinds of yummy soreness to contend with in the aftermath, but nothing like these guys who’d fuck me until I couldn’t remember my name, and in the morning, I’d be so sore I’d need a bath of Epsom salts.
Somehow, they fucked me rough enough to make me feel whole again. Bringing together all the broken pieces of me until everything was right in my world once more.
I let him fuck my mouth, knew to expect the same treatment from the others. When he pulled back, I felt the tears on my cheeks as he crouched over me, his back arching, and he grabbed my chin so he could kiss me. It was sloppy, wet. His tongue thrust against mine until my hands were gripping his thighs and between my legs, I felt like I was burning up, like I was going to die if they didn’t touch me soon.
Then, he pulled back, grabbed my hair and tipped my head backward. When I saw the long strand of spit being aimed my way, I opened my mouth and accepted his offering. Deep in his eyes, I saw the glint of satisfaction and wasn’t surprised when he whispered, “Mine.”
Shakily, I nodded, and he smirked down at me, nipped the tip of my nose, and let his tongue trail over my tears, collecting them and tasting them as he went.
“Love you, baby girl,” he ground out.
I whimpered. “Love you back.”
With a shudder at the move, I wasn’t shocked when he dropped his hold on my hair and pulled back with his junk in both of his hands, one on his cock and the other twisting his balls. I knew what that meant—time to change direction. Focusing on Flame now, I gathered the spit in my mouth and focused on the tip of his shaft, coating it then slurping up and down his length how I knew he liked it.
He didn’t touch me, didn’t need to. When I said I knew what he liked, I knew what they all loved. Flame liked me to fuck my own throat, and fuck if I didn’t love the fact that even though I was in control, he held the reins more so.
I swallowed his shaft, sucking as I went. Blowing him wasn’t easy considering his size, but it was such a turn on to be housing all that power in my mouth.
Unable to stop myself, I spread my legs and slipped my hand between my thighs. As I touched my clit, fire shot through my system and I whimpered around his dick, the vibrations making him swear.
Satisfaction filled me as he grabbed my hair and dragged me off his dick. There was a delicious fury in those amber orbs of his as he stared down at me with eyes that were loaded with bloodlust.
Fighting fire with Flame was like going into battle with a medieval knight. He’d been made for a broadsword, not a gun. I could see him on horseback, charging into battle, uncaring if he died, living only for the glory.
Some men weren’t made for modern times.
Some men were forged from iron rather than steel.
Flame was such a man.
He rode a bike instead of a horse, carried a gun instead of a sword, but he needed the welcome embrace of MC life. Only here could his baser instincts, his true nature, be accepted. Only here would he be respected instead of feared…. Okay, he was feared here but in a good way.
At least, I figured as much.
“Bad girl,” he grumbled, staring at me with that delicious rage in his gaze. “You almost made me come.”
I hummed in delight, knowing not to speak, knowing he was both rewarding me with his words as well as chiding me.
“That fucking mouth hasn’t lost its power,” Axe agreed.