was my boss, my friend, and a pain in my ass.” My eyes widen when I say that, realizing how these assholes will take that literally.
“Not, like, in the ass with his dick, I’ve never done that. Not that I’m against it, but I’ve never really met someone I wanted to try it with, you know? So, to clarify, Derek’s dick has not been in my ass or any other hole of my body for that matter. I’m just going to stop talking now.” I shake my head, feeling my cheeks flush as Saint snorts from beside me.
Christ, what is wrong with me?
“Hmm... all this talk of fucking your ass is making me hard,” Priest mutters, pulling me closer so the steel pipe masquerading as a dick presses against me.
“After feeling the size of the cocks you and Saint are packing, I can honestly say you are both out of luck. There is no way I’m letting those things anywhere near my ass. So, unless Bates has a micropenis, my ass will forever remain an exit only.”
I turn when I hear the sound of the door close to find Bates’s deep blue eyes staring back at me. He slides the tray of food he’s carrying onto the dresser near the door, before taking a step toward me as he pops the top button of his fly open. I watch as he slowly lowers his zipper, opening my mouth to tell him to stop, but snapping it shut just as quickly with an audible click when he reaches inside his jeans and pulls out his dick.
A dick I just stare at in equal parts horror and wonder because that thing has to be fake, right?
I turn to look at Saint, who grins at me from ear to ear. “That is not a micropenis. I take back everything I said. Give me all the micropeens. I want them itty bitty,” I tell him before turning back to Bates, who watches me with amusement as he just stands there, casually stroking his cock, you know, as you do.
“Holy fuck, stop touching it, the damn thing is growing!” I yell.
I feel Priest laugh beneath me as Bates takes a step closer.
“No. Oh, hell no. Get that thing away from me. I don’t know if I should call a priest or an exterminator.”
Bates laughs at that, his hostile demeanor melting away. Shocking really. Give a man a few cock strokes, and all is right in the world again.
“Well, this has been fun, but you can fuck right off with that thing. No wonder the redhead was walking funny,” I muse.
He keeps walking until he is standing right beside me, his eyes on mine, all while he continues stroking himself.
I turn to Priest with confused eyes. “What is happening right now? Is this some kind of initiation? Does this happen a lot?” I fire off. “I mean, should I expect to find a dick in my face on a regular basis while I’m here? If so, I might find myself swearing off meat and becoming a vegetarian,” I tell him, turning back to Bates, who thankfully is tucking himself back in his jeans.
I don’t moan at the loss, but it’s a close call. The only thing that stopped me is knowing Bates would have taken it as a sign of approval, and then I would have ended up with a dick in my throat.
“Well, at least we know what to do when you need a distraction.” Saint laughs, proving there is more than one giant dick in the room. He climbs off the bed and collects the tray Bates carried up, while Bates just fucking stands there watching me.
I hit him with my death stare, but it’s not very effective from Priest’s lap, so I climb to my feet and then resume my glaring.
“You are creeping me out. What. Do. You. Want? And so help me God if it involves your dick I’ll make you a eunuch—”
He shuts me up by deadlifting me like I weigh nothing and sliding his mouth over mine.
I freeze, shocked to shit for a minute, but eventually, he wears me down. I refuse to judge myself for being weak. Who in their right mind can say no when they find a hot biker attached to their face? Even if he’s a fucked-up asshole. It kind of adds to his whole bad boy vibe and I will take that information to the grave with me.