Her Possessive Bikers

41. Jacoby

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JACOBY

W atching Indy finish Tres off has me harder than i've ever been in my entire fucking life. The way she moves, the sounds she makes—damn near hypnotic. Tres leans back in the chair, already stroking himself again, like he can't get enough. I can relate.

"Jacoby," Indy calls, her voice like a velvet rope pulling me in. She lays back on the bed, legs spread wide, inviting. It's a sight that'll be etched in my mind forever.

I peel off my clothes, each piece feeling heavier than it should. "You sure you want me next?" I tease, trying to keep things light despite the fire burning in my veins.

"Quit stalling," she smirks, her eyes flicking down to my growing hardness. "Or I'll start without you."

Kyler's standing at the head of the bed, biting his hand like he’s trying to keep from losing it. Poor guy looks like he's about to combust.

"Don’t worry, Kyler," I say as I kick off my jeans. "You’ll get your turn."

He grunts but doesn’t say anything, his eyes glued to Indy. I step closer and she pulls me down, her hands cool against my heated skin.

“Ready?” she asks, her breath hot against my ear.

“Always,” I murmur back.

Indy’s body responds to me the moment I enter her. She arches her back, letting out a moan that sends a shiver down my spine.

"Fuck, Jacoby." She says as he eyes roll back in her head.

"I'm here baby, all for you." I tell her.

Tres watches us from the chair, eyes dark with intensity.

“Take good care of her,” Tres says, his voice low and commanding.

“It would be my pleasure,” I reply, my breath hitching as Indy clenches around me.

Her moans grow louder, filling the room with a symphony of pleasure. Tres smirks, his hand still working his own shaft. “You like his piercings, don't you baby?” he asks Indy, his voice dripping with amusement.

She nods frantically, unable to form words. I lift her leg over my shoulder, opening her up even more. Her cries echo off the walls, a mix of pleasure and desperation.

“Jacoby,” I hear Kyler’s strained voice. “She needs something more.”

I turn my head slightly and nod towards Indy. “She needs you.”

Kyler doesn’t need to be told twice. He bends down, capturing her lips in a heated kiss, swallowing her moans as he trails kisses down her neck. His hands roam over her body, caressing and teasing every inch of skin he can reach.

Tres groans from his chair, his eyes locked on us as he pumps himself harder. “Fuck, you three are something else.”

Indy’s nails dig into my shoulders as she rides the waves of pleasure coursing through her. Kyler’s lips move from her neck to her ear, whispering sweet nothings that have her writhing beneath me.

“Goddamn,” I mutter, feeling the heat building between us all. The room feels like it’s on fire, every touch and sound amplifying the intensity.

Kyler’s hands find Indy’s breasts, kneading them gently while his lips continue their assault on her neck. She whimpers into his mouth, her body trembling with need.

Tres lets out a guttural growl from his corner of the room. “Make her scream, damnit.” he commands.

I thrust deeper into Indy, feeling every inch of her tighten around me. Kyler’s fingers work their magic on her nipples, sending shockwaves through her body.

“Fuck!” she screams, the sound music to my ears.

Kyler pulls back just enough to look at me over Indy’s shoulder. “She’s close.”

“Then let’s push her over the edge,” I reply with a wicked grin.

The three of us work in perfect harmony, mine and Kyler's touch, and Tres' filthy fucking mouth designed to drive Indy wild.

Indy's cries reach a fever pitch, and I feel her tightening around me, her entire body trembling. "Jacoby, oh God," she screams, and I know she's right on the edge.

"That's it, baby," I murmur, thrusting deeper. "Come for me."

She arches her back, fingers digging into my shoulders as she falls apart on my dick. The sight is enough to make my head spin. Her moans echo in the room, and Tres watches us with a satisfied grin.

"Good girl," Tres praises from his chair, his voice a deep rumble that sends shivers down my spine.

Kyler's hand is in her hair, holding her steady as I continue to move inside her. The look of pure ecstasy on her face is almost too much to handle. My own release is building fast, and I grit my teeth against the onslaught of sensation.

"Indy," I gasp out, barely holding on. "Where do you want me?"

She looks up at me with hazy eyes, her voice breathless but clear. "Inside me," she says. "From here on out, you all come inside me. Mark me because I'm yours, all of yours."

The words push me over the edge. My body tenses as I spill into her, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. "Fuck, Indy," I groan, feeling her walls milk every last drop from me.

As if on cue, Tres lets out a guttural moan from his chair. His hand works faster until he finds his own release, his eyes never leaving Indy's face. "Fucking perfection," he mutters through clenched teeth.

Indy collapses back against the bed, panting and satisfied. Kyler's fingers trace gentle patterns on her skin while I catch my breath.

"Well," I say with a chuckle, pulling out, "that was something else."

She smiles weakly at me, then looks over at Tres who’s still recovering from his own climax. "Glad you enjoyed the show, old man."

Kyler shifts on Indy's other side. He’s still wearing that look of quiet awe like he can’t believe this is real. I applaud him at this point because there ain't no way I could have watched all that and not came in my pants.

I look at Indy, her body still trembling with the aftermath of pleasure. "Hey, why don't you go take good care of Kyler?" I suggest, a smirk tugging at my lips. "Show him how much you love him."

She glances at Kyler, who's been standing there looking like he's about to bolt any second. "Yeah," she murmurs, her voice soft but determined. "Kyler, join me in the shower?"

Kyler's eyes widen, but he nods. "Absolutely."

Indy gets up from the bed, her movements fluid and graceful despite what we've just done. She walks over to Kyler, grabbing his hand and leading him toward the bathroom. I watch them go, feeling a weird mix of pride and longing.

Tres leans back in his chair, still looking smug as hell. "We'll set this one out," he says with a chuckle.

"Agreed, the kid deserves it" I reply, plopping down on the bed and stretching out.

The sound of water running suddenly fills the room.

That is until Kyler shuts the door.

"What a little bitch," I say with a laugh. "We're going to have to talk to him about sharing is caring."