Lost in her.
She screams my name when I lean down and bite her nipple before sucking it better, her chest arching into my mouth before I straighten and, with a growl, flip her. Her hands twist in the chains, no doubt painfully as I drag her ass into the air and slam into her pussy, grabbing her hips to tug her back.
Moaning, she pushes back to meet my thrusts again and again, her pussy pulsing around me. She’s close, I can feel it, but I am too. I want this to last, to be buried in her all night, but I can’t fight it. My balls are drawing up, my stomach is clenching. Reaching between us, I rub her clit. “Now,” I snarl.
She whimpers, shaking her head as I impale her repeatedly, and then, with a roar, I come, my hips stuttering, my back bowing from the force of it. She screams loudly, shaking beneath me as she comes, clenching around my cock, only drawing my own release out until it seems to go on forever.
Eventually, it stops, and I collapse forward, half on her and half on the bed. Holy fuck. “Round one,” I mutter, making her laugh before she whimpers.
“That was one? Fuck.”
“That was just to take the edge off,” I mumble, before kissing her shoulder and rolling off her. She flips onto her back as we lie tangled together, relearning how to breathe.
Once my breathing has steadied, I look over at her with a huge smile. I did it, I let her touch me. “Thank you, baby,” I murmur.
Swallowing, she turns and grins at me. “You can make it up to me in orgasms, please.”
Laughing, I roll back onto her, and she giggles, which soon turns into a moan as I kiss her.
Chapter Thirty-Four
ROXY
“Diesel, what the fuck, man?” I hear Garrett mutter.
“Well, someone kept us all awake all night, so I figured if I came and cock-blocked I could sleep,” Diesel murmurs. Groaning, I bury my head further into the pillow.
Wait, Diesel?
My eyes flare open, and I roll onto my back to see him grinning down at me, Garrett still on my other side. “You know, you have an issue with watching me sleep. It’s creepy, dude.”
His grin widens. “That isn’t all I do when you sleep.”
I blink. “It’s too fucking early for your crazy,” I grumble as I stretch, and then wince when my body protests. My thighs are sore and so is my pussy, both well and truly used. Garrett doesn’t exactly have a small cock, and all the sex I’ve been having has taken its toll.
“Diesel, my pussy hurts,” I complain, and he and Garrett laugh.
“Good.”
“Assholes, both of you,” I snap. “Don’t even care that you and your big cocks have hurt my little vaj-jay-jay.”
“Uh-uh, didn’t you want it each and every time and beg for it?” He smirks.
I narrow my eyes. “I don’t like you anymore.”
“You liked me before?” He perks up.
“Crazy bastard,” I mutter. “I’m going to find Kenzo. He’ll care and look after me.”
They both laugh. “Probably, soppy bastard.”
I go to move, but Garrett hooks an arm around my waist, drags me back to his side, and closes his eyes. Diesel snuggles closer behind me, his cock hard against my naked ass. “Don’t even fucking think about it. You bring your little snake near me, and I’ll cut it off,” I snarl, as I close my eyes again.
He chuckles in my ear. “Little snake? Do I need to remind you how big it is?”
Garrett growls, “Shut the fuck up and sleep.”
“He started it,” I mutter, and wiggle closer to Garrett and away from Diesel, but two seconds later, he’s plastered against my back again, like a fucking Viper sandwich.
“I hate you all,” I grouse, and Diesel bites my shoulder, making me yelp.
Somehow along the way, my ‘I hate yous’ have started to mean something else, but I’m too tired to think on that, so I fall back asleep between my Vipers, and when I wake up, they’re still there.
“Don’t you have work?” I ask as I stretch again.
Garrett’s eyes flicker open, watching me as I do, his gaze heating, and I glare at him. “No, bad Viper,” I snap, smacking his nose. Diesel laughs while Garrett snorts and flips onto his back, stretching himself.
“Not today, it’s Kenzo’s and Ryder’s turn,” Diesel answers, as he pulls me back until I end up lying across his chest, my back to his front. Weirdo.
He hugs me like a teddy, and I try to wiggle free, but I stop when he groans. Dirty bastard. “So what are we doing today?” I inquire, hopeful it’s something fun.
“We can’t leave here, they took most of the guards. Sorry, Little Bird. We can find something to do though,” he offers, so I roll from him and the bed, landing on my knees and getting to my feet.
“Nope, I’m going to shower.” I turn and glare at them. “Alone, no dick time, go make me food and coffee.”
As I turn and strut away, I hear Garrett laugh. “She was a lot less demanding when she hated us.”
“I still hate you,” I call, as I flip him off over my shoulder. “I just like your dicks!”
After I’ve showered and feel more human, still on a self-imposed dick ban, which is harder than it sounds with two horny, hot as hell men around, I find them in the kitchen. They are busy cooking, but Garrett hands me a mug and turns back to carry on, but he hesitates before spinning on his heel, leaning over the counter, and kissing me hard.
My pussy actually clenches as he pulls away, grinning to himself. Fuck, ban? Maybe I should rethink that. He winks like he can hear my thoughts, and Diesel laughs. “Cure his dick, and now he’s fucking Sir Charming.”
“You’re just jealous.” Garrett snorts and Diesel narrows his eyes.
“Oh yeah? You call that a kiss?”
Oh fuck.
I try to get away, but he leaps over the island and grabs me, dipping me as he kisses me hard, his hands twinning in my hair. It’s over quickly, and he helps me stand as I pant. Screw the dick ban.
They can fuck me right here and now if they want.
He laughs and saunters away, asshole. “That’s a kiss,” he tells Garrett.
“I hate you both,” I mutter, as I sip my coffee. “Fucking Vipers, more like fucking children.”
They both laugh and ignore me. Finally, the food is ready and we sit at the island today, but I miss us all eating together. It twinges in me, but I push it away, knowing they are busy. They have a lot to do, it makes sense they can’t do that every day.
After I’ve finished eating, I sit back. “So what now?”
“I could tattoo you,” Garrett suggests, and I freeze.
“Really?” I grin, perking up.
He shrugs. “If you want. Didn’t you say you had one that needed to be finished?”
Diesel grins. “Fuck yes, let’s do that.”
“Why are you so happy?” I snort.
He grins, running his eyes down my body. “I remember our conversation, don’t you, Little Bird?”
I frown for a moment before it clicks. I gulp, fuck, I do. He found out I got wet during tattoos, that I enjoyed the pain…maybe this isn’t a good idea.