Taken by the Bikers (Screaming Eagles MC)

Something cool and slick squirts onto my ass, and then there's a finger playing back there too, tracing little circles and nudging gently at my asshole. Wild Child, of course. I won't claim I've never been curious, but right now it's just another sensation to overwhelm me.

The cork in the champagne bottle pops and I bubble over, moaning loud as I seize up between them. My world goes white as I lose all sense of who I am. I lose complete touch at some point, because when I come to, my breathing in heaves and my heart galloping away, I'm flat on King's chest, his heartbeat loud in my ear and my fingers buried in his chest hair.

“Jesus Christ,” I whisper.

King is still hard as steel inside me, and while he's caressing my ass with his rough fingers, there's a barely restrained eagerness there, like he wants to force me up and down on him, but knowing I'm not quite ready. But my oversensitivity is fading, and I'm not going to let these guys knock me out that easy. I push backwards, both of us groaning as he bottoms out, then slowly but steadily resume my ride. Fuck, it feels so good.

Wild Child's gotten impatient and walks on his knees over until his cock is at my lips. I suck him in greedily. As King pushes up into me, I moan deep in my throat, which makes Wild Child moan in turn. All one big chain reaction.

There's more cool slickness on my ass, and then it's Hero's thumb playing back there. He pushes it in, slowly but insistently, and the sensation of King in front and his finger in back gives me tingly, delicious, naughty chills.

Suddenly, King grabs my hips and holds me still. Wild Child strokes my hair. “Just relax.”

For what?

Then there's pressure on my ass again, and this time it's no thumb. Oh my God. Hero presses his slick cock against me, the thick head forcing me open around him.

It's so freaking tight. I can't say anything about it with my mouth full of Wild Child, only groan around him. I don't think that's discouraging anyone.

“All of us at once,” says Wild Child with a chuckle. “Love in all directions. Airtight.”

“It's okay,” Hero says, like he's calming an animal and pets my side. “I'll go easy. You can do it.”

Easy for him to say. He's not the one having to take his thick cock inside him, right next to King's already big dick. I do my best to relax, to let him inside. It hurts, but I want him. I want all of them. I want to be enough woman for all of them. I know I don't have to, but the thought is so sexy. So hot. And with the slick lube, it goes easier than I expect.

Inch by thick inch, he pushes forward, but right when I think I can't possibly take anymore, his hips are on my ass and he lets out a deep sigh.

I've done it. All three.

“I'm going to start moving now,” Hero warns, and then slowly draws back. The pain's already going away as I get used to him. Strange, sexy waves of sensation flood me from where we're connected. And then he pushes back in, and I find myself raising my ass a little to meet him. God, it's overwhelming, but feeling better and better as he does it again. And again. And again. And then King starts to move, and both of them are sliding in and out of me.

I'm on fire, and I'm shaking between them. They're moving faster and faster, sometimes separately, sometimes aligning so they both push into me at once, and I struggle to breathe around Wild Child's cock. I dig my fingernails into King's chest as I hold on, pushing back on them as they take me in every way I can be taken.

Hero's sweat drips onto my back and Wild Child's gone from stroking my hair to pulling it as his fingers tighten. They're getting close, and so am I. Every thrust, every touch, every kiss or bite or tug on my hair draws me to completion.

“Fuck,” Hero hisses. He's got his hands on my shoulders and his grip is tightening.

King pulls and pushes me between them, forcing me to move faster, for him to drive himself in harder.

Wild Child is swelling on my tongue as he groans.

But I'm the one who gets there first. The floodgates open, and I'm dragged off by the irresistible current. I'm floating, drifting, suspended between the three men who love me most in the world, my whole body shaking and writhing as I'm hit by the most toe-curling, mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm I've had in my life.

Through my pleasure haze, I sense King groaning and pushing himself deep, his iron grip holding me still as he starts to come. Only a moment later, Hero does the same, and I'm stretched between them as they fill me up. “Fucking fuck,” Wild Child hisses, and hot, slick cum fills my mouth. I'm too busy coming to do more than acknowledge it.