Outlaws’ Property (Property of Outlaw Sons MC #1)

24. Jessica

24

JESSICA

I swallow hard. For a moment the only thing that exists is me and Tex, right up until I hear the girl on the couch across from us moan out loud, "Fuck. Deeper. Cum in me, baby."

"Um… Let’s go," I say breathlessly. No judgment, but I think I’m going to stick to the fantasy of public sex for a while, not the reality.

Tex never lets me out of his lap, he just scoops me up and carries me through the church, right past the two strippers—who now only have a single pair of panties between them—and out the door.

He carries me right into the school building, stopping to push me against the wall and kiss me until I forget what we’re even doing. We break apart laughing when someone whistles and hoots at us. Then again, when we’re at Riot’s door, he kicks it with his boot instead of knocking so he doesn’t have to lose his grip as he slants his lips over mine and sucks my tongue into his mouth.

The door opens and I fall right into Riot. “Looks like you got started early,” he says with a chuckle. “Does this mean you’re up for a more private party?”

I nod, tangled in the both of them and not minding one bit.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Ghost stand up from Riot’s kitchen table and throw down a hand of cards. “Damn, I wish we’d been there to watch. Looks like a good time.”

“Harmony and Paris were on fire tonight,” Tex explains. “Our little innocent here likes to watch.”

Ghost looks intrigued. “Is that right?”

"Apparently so," I whisper.

I'm still not sure how this will work, but just like our first kisses, I trust them to show me. My shirt is the first to go, quickly tossed aside, followed by my bra.

Instinctively, I cross my arms over my chest, covering up.

"Honey, no," Tex says roughly. He takes my wrists and pries my arms away. "You're fucking beautiful. Never hide yourself, and especially not from us. We're never gonna hurt you. We'd keep you naked all day if we could.”

Riot runs his hands over my hips. “I love your body. Didn’t you get that earlier? He moves his hands up to cup my breasts, trapping my sensitive nipples between his fingers and making me draw a sharp breath in surprise. "If not, then I did something wrong, because I want to worship every square inch of your skin." Riot pushes my hair aside to kiss the back of my neck, just as Tex leans in to kiss my breasts. One big biker is nice, but being trapped between two of them is delightfully sinful.

Ghost peels his shirt up over his head as he watches Riot and Tex work me over. He throws it aside, revealing the patchwork of white scars and colorful tattoos that decorates his powerful torso and make sleeves on his arms.

"Stand up," Riot orders, his voice husky in my ear. With his big hands cradling my ribs, he lifts, helping me.

Tex unbuttons my mini skirt and I wiggle my way out of it, along with my underwear. Then he places a kiss on my belly and starts working his way down, his lips hot against my skin. "We've got a lot of things to show you."

Riot steps back to peel off his shirt and unbutton his jeans, watching as Ghost moves in.

Ghost slides one hand into my hair and another cups my breast. His calloused fingers are rough and possessive, demanding rather than asking for my pleasure. He makes a fist in my hair, tugging it until I have to look his way so he can kiss me.

And when he does, Tex spreads me open down below and flicks his tongue over my clit. I have to steady myself, bracing against Tex's head and Ghost's chest as tantalizing sparks light my nerves on fire. Cool on the outside, Ghost’s heart beats fast under my palm, as excited as I am.

"Come here." Riot takes control again, pulling me away from them and onto the bed.

He pushes me down to the mattress, leaving me on my back, looking up at him in all his naked glory. His thick length bobs above me hard and tempting. I smile nervously up at him as I wrap my fingers around it. His pulse races under my fingers. I start to stroke, like he showed me, eager to make him feel good again. His low groan is its own reward.

Ghost climbs onto the bed on my other side, now naked, and every bit as thick and hard as Riot. Tex joins the party, pushing between my legs and pressing my knees towards my chest to get himself full access with his tongue.

I don't really know how to handle one man, never mind three. I don’t want to disappoint them. "Y—you guys need to tell me if I’m doing something wrong, okay?"

"It’s the other way around tonight, baby. We’re going to make you feel so fucking good, so if something isn’t working for you, you need to tell us," Ghost growls. He takes my hand and wraps it around him, so that now I have one on each side. "Trust me, watching you enjoy yourself is half the fun. Just stroke real slow while Tex makes you feel good and we’ll make sure it all works out."

I nod, and Tex buries his long tongue in my needy pussy, swiping greedily through my folds. I'm so slick with excitement that I can hear it. God, my fantasies were so tame compared to reality. "But I want to learn. Teach me something. How can I make you feel like Tex is making me feel?"

Riot grins and grabs a pillow. "Sit up a little, baby girl." I raise my head and shoulders off the mattress, which gives me a good view of Tex feasting between my legs. Mesmerized, I spread my legs wider to give him room while Riot slides the pillow under my shoulders. "Okay, ease back. Yeah, like that. Fucking perfect."

With the thick pillow under me, my head hangs back a little off the edge. It feels weird until Riot gets into position behind my head and guides his slick cock to my lips.

Oh. Now I get it.

He waits, letting me decide.

"Tell me if I do it wrong, okay?" I open my mouth for him.

"Watch your teeth. Other than that, I don't think you could do this wrong if you fucking tried," he groans, nudging the thick head between my lips.

I touch my tongue to him, tentatively. Exploring. He mostly tastes like skin, maybe a little salty. A drop of slick wetness touches my tongue as I swipe it over the tip, and I spread it around, exploring the shape and feel of him. He groans, letting me know I'm on the right track.

I love the way they make me feel, but it’s also fun to see how I can do the same to them.

I use Tex’s techniques as inspiration for my own trials around Riot’s cock. It’s obviously not the same, but exploring with my tongue, and using different speeds and intensity to see how he reacts as I explore. It's not long before his hips are moving, thrusting gently into my mouth. He must be eager to go deeper, but it’s a little scary.

“Put your hand around my base,” Riot suggests. “It feels good for me, and that way you can control how deep I go.”

I lose my grip on Ghost as he moves to straddle my chest. I can't see him in this position, but I try to reach for him with my free hand, to find his length again so I can make it feel good.

He brushes my hand away, and stops me with his commanding voice, "No, baby. Concentrate on the cock in your mouth and the feel of us touching your body. You’ve got everything I need right here." There's a little plastic pop, before something cool and slippery drips onto my chest. Did he finish already? No, too cool. He grabs both of my breasts and squeezes them together, wrapped tight around his cock. When he thrusts, he moves easily in the slickness he put there.

I gasp around Riot. It feels strange, but not in a bad way. My breasts are sensitive, and it’s a very intense feeling to have Ghost sliding against me, so close by.

Being surrounded by three naked men is deliciously sinful. After being so starved for touch, this is like finding an oasis in a desert. A week ago, I was afraid I’d die without ever experiencing life, and now I'm being worshiped by three hard, dangerous, drop dead sexy bikers.

It makes me feel safe. Seen.

Loved?

It's too early for that. I'm not sure what my future will be, and right now I can’t imagine having to choose between them. Tex, Riot and Ghost are all mixed up together in my head and in my heart. If it came down to it, I think I’d rather leave and have this memory than be forced to settle down with just one and see the others move on.

Jealousy I haven’t earned stabs me right in the heart. I shove it away and clear my mind. I refuse to spoil this moment by worrying about the future.

I grab Ghost's thigh, my nails digging into his skin as Tex's tonguing gets more intense. My back arches. If Ghost wasn't keeping me pressed down to the bed, I think I'd fly away. I close my eyes and hold on, remembering how it was with Riot, and feeling that same surge just out of my grasp, but even more intense.

After all, last time I only had one man pleasing me.

Now I have three.

I'm getting spoiled already. Maybe the biker sluts are onto something. If more women knew what they were missing, there wouldn’t be enough men to go around.

Ghost slides off my chest, disengaging my claws and leaving me to dig my fingers into the sheets instead, but he makes up for it by leaning in and capturing my nipple in his mouth. His short beard tickles as his tongue swirls around my nipple. He nips lightly, making my core clench. And then Riot eases away from my head, sliding the pillow away and sucking my other nipple into his mouth.

I'm not going to last long. There's no way with all of this.

Pressure builds inside me, like a volcano preparing to erupt. My breathing comes faster and faster. There isn’t enough air. My climax is… right… there.

“Oh Fuck! God!” I scream as my thighs squeeze tight around Tex's head and I come apart in a thousand pieces.

I'm drowning. I'm flying. I'm falling.

There are no words to fully describe that fleeting feeling of momentarily being one with everything in creation and flying among the stars, but it’s addictive. With the way they touch me, kiss me, lick me…

I’m going to crave this high every day for the rest of my life.

With a gasp, I collapse onto the bed, my thighs releasing Tex instead of trying to rip his head off. Do I pass out? I'm not sure, but when I open my eyes, they're all looking at me.

“There you are, honey.” Tex's grin is wide. He's looking real happy with himself. And he has every reason to be.

"You're amazing," I breathe.

"And we're only getting started," Riot says, taking himself in hand and stroking as his hungry gaze rakes over my naked body.

But it's Ghost who moves between my legs. Instead of putting his mouth there, it's his cock. Not in me, just resting it on the outside, on the mound, but his intention is obvious. His gaze is lust-darkened, gray bordering on black. A nervous shiver races through me.

"Ready to learn something new?" he rumbles.

It's a big step, and I want it. I really do, but I'm scared too.

Apparently my reluctance is obvious. He strokes the outside of my thigh gently. Sparks trail his fingertips wherever he touches me, so I have to focus to listen. "Not gonna force you, baby girl." Ghost's voice is calm, soothing. Comforting. And underneath it all, there's a need aching to break out. "Nobody gets to control you anymore. Not even us. Not without your permission."

Freedom.

The idea is so unfamiliar to me, I almost have a hard time making my mouth form the word. But I want this. I really want this. "Show me."

He smiles, wide and genuine, without holding any of himself back. His fingers on my thigh spread wide, then he bends down and kisses my breasts, first one, then the other. His cock nudges the inside of my thigh as he moves, making me draw a soft gasp.

Riot tosses something that Ghost catches and opens with the tearing of plastic, before he covers himself. God, I'm so naive. I didn't even think about protection. No wonder Bonnie made that comment when I first got here. These men are dangerous in more ways than one.

Tex lies down next to me, taking my hand in his and wrapping it around his cock as he leans in to kiss me on the neck. "Hold on tight, honey," he says with a chuckle.

Riot drops on the other side, capturing my breast in his big hand. His thumb flicks over my nipple. “You look so fucking hot right now.”

I reach for his steel hard dick, giving it a squeeze before dragging my nails lightly over that soft skin. He hisses with pleasure.

Ghost takes himself in hand. He slides the thick head of his cock slowly up and down through my folds, spreading my slickness all around and over himself. The anticipation is killing me. I squeeze Riot and Tex. How many other girls have emotional support cocks to keep them busy while they wait for their first time? I struggle to keep a straight face, because I don't want any of the guys thinking that I'm laughing at them.

And then Ghost moves, and I forget all about it.

He goes slow, his hips moving in a sinuous wave as the pressure turns to an ache and I feel myself opening for him and around him. I’m so wet, and beyond ready, but it’s still a tight fit. Not pain, but an odd discomfort. The sensation of my body readjusting itself as it learns what I’m capable of.

Riot kisses my breast, then up my chest, over my collarbone, laying down a trail up into my neck. At the same time, Tex starts right behind my ear, then kisses his way in the opposite direction, towards the other breast. And all the while, Ghost works his thick length into me, inch by inch, letting me feel the stretch, and then pulling back before going a little farther. Each time I’m sure I’ve taken all I can, and each time he proves me wrong.

And then he's in. All the way.

"God yes," I moan, which turns into a little gasp as Riot nibbles my ear. "Don't stop." It's like he's made for me, like a lock and key. It's so tight that I can feel the blood pulsing through his length in a steady thrum as he just holds himself deep inside.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groans. "I'm gonna start moving now. Yeah?"

I nod eagerly. "Definitely yeah."

I thought I knew what to expect, but once he actually starts moving, it's a whole new world. The push and pull is so good that tears spring to my eyes. When he's all the way in, I feel stretched so good, and when he's out, I want him back. And as he settles into a steady rhythm, my hips move to meet him all on their own. I was worried I wouldn't have any idea of what to do, but instinct has that covered.

His thrusts grow harder, making my breasts wobble, but Tex and Riot are there to secure me with their talented mouths, and pretty quickly I fall into the rhythm. Stroking them while Ghost fucks me feels like a natural extension of our making love. I'm not sure I'm doing such a great job, but I get no complaints, and they do most of the work, setting their own speed as they thrust into my fists.

The four of us move as a unit, speeding together towards a finish line only we can see. Ghost’s thrusts turn short and ragged, the sound of his hips against mine loud in the bedroom. Riot reaches down, and when his fingers find my aching clit, it's all over for me.

I come hard around Ghost's thick cock, moaning and squeezing my eyes tight as my orgasm hits. Fireworks burst behind my eyelids, a rainbow of color in the blackness. And then Ghost groans from deep in his throat and pushes all the way in one last time, coming so hard I can feel the pulse down his full length. It’s so hot to think about his cock doing what I watched Riot’s do, but inside me. A tiny, and really stupid part of my brain wishes he wasn't wearing the condom so I could feel it, all of it, but this is amazing enough in itself.

I melt into the bed, my stomach muscles actually a little achy after coming twice so close to each other. It's like I've been doing crunches. In a way, I guess I have. I giggle.

"You better not be laughing at me, girl," Ghost growls. It only makes me laugh more, which makes my core tighten around him, and he definitely feels it. "Oh, Jesus fuck." He pulls out, making me let out a soft moan as his thickness leaves me. I miss it already.

"So…" Tex runs a finger down along my side, tracing my shape, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He's still hard as steel. "You worn out then?"

Reaching out, I slide my fingers gently over his swollen tip. He hisses as I trace a line around the pronounced ridge. "Maybe not quite," I tease. Feeling a little more confident now that I know how good it feels.

He laughs as he shifts to get between my legs. "Damn fucking straight." As soon as he's wrapped, he pours a little lube into his hand and gets himself extra slick before gently pushing in. I'm more ready this time, and Tex doesn’t have to start as slow as Ghost. He buries himself to the hilt in one long, slow thrust, watching me closely the whole time.

I close my eyes and moan his name as his hips hit mine. It’s similar but not, his shape not quite the same, filling me slightly differently than Ghost. Still breathtaking, just different. I'm amazed I can tell the difference.

"Fuck, that's good," he moans, as he starts to move. "You were fucking made for us."

I reach for Ghost and find his muscular thigh, digging my fingers into it. He brushes my hair out of my face and leans in for more of those soul-touching kisses of his. My other hand finds Riot's washboard abs, and I move south until his eager hardness is in my palm. I stroke him in time with Tex's thrusts. As natural as breathing, we’re moving together again.

I move my hips in time with Tex, drawing in all of him that I can, wanting him deeper, harder… just more. Maybe I’m greedy, but it feels so good. For the third time tonight, I feel the flames building. It’s different now. My nerves are raw and it almost feels like I’m going to come in spite of myself. Every thick inch of him is stroking me from the inside. He's right there with me, braced on his strong, tattooed arms, panting and groaning.

"You're too fucking much, honey," he growls, driving deep and hard until his dick pulses inside me.

I imagine him pumping it all out, filling me until I’m an absolute mess. That's almost enough to tip me all the way over, but not quite. Tex lowers himself in a slow pushup that makes the coiled muscles in his arms and across his chest tense. He kisses between my breasts, over my collarbone, along my neck and down my jaw, right up until he reaches my lips and presses close. God, he tastes good. When he pulls away, I run my tongue along my lips, wanting to keep tasting him that way.

Just him pulling out is almost enough to set me off, so when Riot takes his place, I grab him by the hips and practically force him inside me. He laughs. “Eager, baby? I can work with that.”

Riot pushes deep, and I'm glad Ghost and Tex got me warmed up. He's definitely the thickest. He's the broadest, too, so maybe there's a connection. It aches, kind of, but in a sexy way.

He hovers over me, his powerful arms penning me in with his hands pressed into the bed at either side of my head. Rolling my hips against him, I know he's going to take me that last bit, bring me to that final plunge, like going over a waterfall in a little barrel. I grip his strong arms and we lock eyes, as he drives me into the bed, over and over, with the powerful thrust and grind of his hips. Wrapping my legs around him, I hang on for dear life as he fucks the life out of me. He's the roughest by far, but right now, that's perfect. Exactly what I need as the grand finale.

"Almost there, baby girl," he says in a hoarse whisper. “Are you with me?”

"Yesssss," I hiss.

The pleasure spreads from my core through all of me, right up to where even my fingers and toes are tingling. I press up against him, seeking the last little push I need, and then we come together, him groaning as I scream out an orgasm that feels pulled from the bottom of my soul.

I go tight, every muscle clenching around his thickness. He throbs inside me, filling me up as I squeeze him dry. My fingernails dig into his back as he drives me through my orgasm, dragging it out longer than I could ever imagine. It's not until I lose my grip and drop to the bed, completely exhausted, that he eases up and lets himself relax.

"You three are going to kill me," I groan as I sprawl out on the bed, sweaty, satisfied, and not caring one bit what I look like. "But what a way to go."