Clover rubbed his burning cheeks into the green surface and stiffened when the sharpie danced over his back again. But then he focused on the letters, and his smile widened.
T-A-N-K. And then, B-O-A-R.
Eat your heart out, Drake.
Clover looked over his shoulder at the two men, and licked his lips while reaching back and pulling his ass open. “Want a piece, Daddy?”
The hollers were too loud to recognize what Tank answered, or what the people around them were saying. He didn’t care. Only what his men thought mattered.
After Pyro’s overwhelmingly long, intense fuck, Tank sank into Clover with ease, creating a strange sensation deep inside him, one of supreme relaxation and an arousal that somehow built from within. The hand in his hair was recognizable as Boar’s, and Clover’s men took turns fucking him for everyone to see. The spectacle seemed to go on for hours, and by the time four lines appeared on the tally board next to Clover’s name—because Pyro came inside his ass twice—he was so exhausted and overwhelmed with languid pleasure, he didn’t even think about protesting when Tank gathered him into his arms and carried him to a corner seat where the four of them rested with a couple of the bikers.
Clover had never felt calmer than sitting in Tank’s lap, not caring about his nakedness, about Drake’s shitty attitude, about the people watching him. Tank stroked his back, and no matter what others might’ve thought, Clover was proud to be their dirty boy. Full of cum, with bruises on his arms where Pyro had held him too hard, he loved being their prized possession, and didn’t feel at all embarrassed to display it on his skin.
Right now, he’d even get their names inked.
Chapter 14 – Clover
Clover awoke to a warm, hairy chest against his back. He stuck his head under his other lover’s chin, enjoying the heat of being the filling in a three-man sandwich. Boar slid his arms under Clover’s and pulled him back, showering soft kisses all over his jaw, neck, and shoulder. Each was followed by the tickle of his thick beard that made Clover arch in pleasure. He pulled Pyro closer with the one leg he had slung over the other man’s hip and let himself enjoy the cuddling. Nobody had ever touched him with the kind of tenderness he now experienced on a daily basis, and he drowned in the two pairs of strong yet careful arms.
He usually slept with Tank, but after last night’s debauchery in Boar and Pyro’s bed, he’d had no energy to leave.
They’d spent two weeks with the Steel Horde, and Clover was amazed by just how little he missed the internet or the city when there was so much interesting stuff to do. The nature around the fenced-off village owned by the club exploded with life, and he’d even spotted a bear during a hiking trip with Boar. He couldn’t live down the excitement of that encounter for the rest of that day.
The club grounds were massive, and the people who lived within their bounds—mostly self-sufficient, with vegetable gardens by every cabin and a large group of rabbits and chickens kept for meat. While Clover and his mercenaries were treated as guests and didn’t have to dedicate their entire days to the everyday tasks required to keep the settlement running, some help was expected of them, so Clover had learned how to collect eggs, milk a goat, and had polished some bikes. But that didn’t mean fun was hard to come by. Bonfires were a daily occurrence, and they typically involved more moonshine and sex than Clover had associated with such events. Many of the inhabitants, of what was in essence a small village centered around the biker club, had little shame, which culminated in Twink Wars, a spontaneous fuck-off between Clover and Travis, the only other guy listed on the blackboard.
Clover had never been a blushing flower, but that event had taken his shamelessness to a new level, and not a single person in attendance seemed to think there was anything out of the norm about the contest. Clover had done his best trying to make Tank come before Travis’s partner, but Travis had won that battle fair and square. Clover was somewhat disappointed, but he didn’t mind the play-spanking he got for being a loser, since it was more about pleasure than punishment. Funishment, so to say.
What Clover did mind was Travis inviting Tank for a sampling of his superior blowjob skills. What kind of bullshit was that? So the guy was fit. And probably sucked more cock per year than Clover had in all his lifetime—whatever—but he should’ve known when to keep his hands off someone’s man. He chose not to bother Tank about it, since they were soon to leave this nest of temptation.