Their Private Need (Death Lords MC 3)

“That’s it, Little Red,” I croon in her ear. “Michigan’s going to pull off those jeans and then he’s going to place his tongue on your virgin flesh and eat you until your whole body erupts in flames. You’re going to come for us for the very first time.”

Michigan rips off her jeans and panties and then dives between her legs. He hooks one leg over the back of the sofa and the other one he slings over his shoulder. I caress her pretty nipples and lick at her neck and shoulder and ear while he busies himself with her pink untouched cunt.

“How’s that feel, Annie? His tongue on your pussy?” I whisper huskily.

“Good. So good,” she gasps out. Her hands are digging into my thighs so hard that her short nails are biting into my skin.

“You’re going to need to hold her.” His voice is guttural and rough, a sign of his intense arousal. I won’t be able to take my jeans off until I get the green light to plunge inside her body. It’s the only thing that is keeping me from making her wholly ours.

I reach down and clamp her hips still so that Michigan can attack her again, swiping his tongue through what I imagine are totally drenched lips—wet with her arousal and his saliva.

“I can’t handle this,” she moans. Her head thrashes to the side and the ends of her hair tickle my chest.

“You can, sweet baby. You just let go and Michigan and I will take good care of you.” Beads of sweat dot her forehead and every part of her body is glowing in the lamplight. The flush that so readily pops onto her face is coloring her neck and chest and even the upper parts of her tits. “You’re so fucking beautiful right now. I wish you could see yourself. You’re blushing all over. Is she red down there?” I ask Michigan.

“Yeah, man, red, swollen and beautiful.” His mouth is muffled but I make out his words. And I can tell from the way Annie’s shaking and moaning and thrashing that she’s near to coming.

Michigan’s going to pop her cherry when she does and then stroke her G-spot until she comes again. Once she comes all over his dick, it’s my turn. It’s hard being patient but I know sliding into her wet hole will be as close to heaven on this earth as I’ll ever experience. I’ve got no problem waiting for that.

I angle my head around to claim her mouth again. She’s inexperienced but she’s eager. We eat at each other as her tentative tongue becomes bolder during each encounter with my tongue. Soon though, the attention Michigan is paying to her pussy is so distracting, her kisses become moans and then pants and then pleas.

“Please, please, please,” she begs. I reach down and squeeze her clit between two fingers. It’s all she needs to detonate. Her legs freeze up and her mouth falls open. A cry of surprise escapes. Michigan rises up with his hand delving between her legs, looking like an angry god.

His mouth is slicked with her come and envy beats hard in my chest. I want to taste her juice and have her coat my tongue with her orgasm. I know the precise moment when he eases his finger inside her. She gives a panicked gasp and clutches me tighter.

“Shhh,” I whisper, straining for control. As her sharp nails dig into my thigh, I can’t help wanting to feel those on my shoulders as I’m pounding into her. “How’s it feel?”

“How do you think? Tight as hell. Juicy as fuck.” Michigan practically snarls at me. I don’t take it personally. He’s anxious to get inside her. He bends forward and takes her tit in his mouth again. She arches up and I capture her other tit, palming and pinching until Michigan and I work her into another orgasm.

He rises and wipes the finger he had in her cunt on his jeans.

I place my thumb at the corner of her mouth and press. She opens, like magic. “You want to put a cock in your mouth?”

She nods, glassy-eyed, and watches as Michigan unzips his pants. His cock is a big, mean angry-looking thing but Annie’s looking at it like it’s the best thing she’s ever seen.

She licks her lips and Michigan jerks in response. A spot of come appears on the end.

“Michigan is ready for you. Just open those lips. See how he fists his cock. He’s not going to move his fist. Your lips stop at his fingers. It’s easy peasy.”

I hitch her up higher on my lap and reach between her legs for the first time. Her cunt is soft, wet and swollen. “Oh, Annie,” I groan. “Your pussy feels amazing.”

She lets out a whimper. “You guys are the amazing ones. I didn’t know it could feel like that.”

“This is only the appetizer,” I assure her and then ease a finger inside her very tight sex. The walls of her cunt grip my finger like a greedy mouth. “You hurt at all?” I ask.

“No.” She shakes her head. “A little bit at first, but now it feels good.”

I give Michigan a nod and stroke a few sweat-soaked hairs away from her face. Her mouth opens a little wider and then Michigan sticks his cock there.

She rubs her tongue across the tip which rends a loud and long groan from Michigan. I slip a second finger inside of Annie.

“Shit, man,” I laugh in envy and excitement. “Tell me what’s going on.”

“She just licked the tip. Felt danged good.” His eyes are slits and his grasp around his cock is white-knuckled from the effort it’s taking to keep from plunging inside her hot mouth.

“Look at that. You’re making him weak-kneed with just a small lick. How much more can you take into your mouth?”

She draws back and Michigan frowns. “I’m getting him all wet.”

“Yes, you are, and that’s making him hotter and harder. Wet is good. Good sex, Little Red, is messy, loud and dirty—and that’s if you’re doing it right. Nothing you do or say is going to turn us off. Nothing your body does is going to be anything but a fucking turn on. I promise you. Look at Michigan. Is that the face of an unhappy man?”

I tuck my free hand under her hair and squeeze her neck. Her mouth opens again and Michigan’s dick disappears another inch inside her. He’s not going to come like this. Not deep enough penetration but by the heavy-lidded stare there’s no doubt he’s enjoying the hell out of the sensations her mouth is wringing.

This time I’m working her pussy with my fingers and hands. Her tight passage is welcoming and I insert a third finger because she’s going to need to stretch to accommodate my girth. I’m not as long as Michigan but every woman I’ve been with has said that my dick is the thickest cock they’ve ever had inside them. At times it’s been a struggle to find a woman who can take me but as Annie’s cunt swallows my three fingers, the confidence I have that she’s the right one solidifies.

“That’s perfect, sweetheart. Your mouth feels so good.” Michigan gives her encouragement through half-clenched teeth. She moans her approval and Michigan’s eyes flick to mine in half panic and half surprise. “Shit, sweetheart, I’m going to come.”

I brace her neck and tell her, “You don’t have to swallow, ever.”

She shakes her head and grabs Michigan’s hip, bringing him to her. Her small aggression sets him off and he throws his head back and releases the load he’s been holding back.

Come dribbles out the side of her mouth and I wipe it away with my fingers, cleaning off the sticky residue on my jeans. Michigan pulls out and then leans down and claims her mouth. The heat between the two of them is enough to ignite a forest fire. He finally withdraws and she slumps against me.

I watch as he steps out of his jeans and walks bare-assed into the kitchen. We both hear the water turn on. He returns with a glass of water and hands it to Annie.

“Drink,” he orders.

She takes the glass and gulps down the entire contents.

“You ready for more?” I ask when she’s done drinking.

A look of delight enters her eyes. “I was ready yesterday.” Her bold words set us all off and we laugh long and loud.

“Let’s take this into the bedroom.” Michigan is ready for more.

He carries her because my cock is so hard it’s difficult to walk. I half hobble, half limp into the bedroom behind the two. It’s a relie

f to shuck my jeans.

“Are you both going to take me?” Annie asks after Michigan tosses her onto his bed. We’ve both got king beds but I can see that if the three of us plan to sleep together for any length of time, we’re going to need more space. Michigan and I are big motherfuckers and Annie, while slender, isn’t a small girl.

“Not at the same time. Michigan is going to fuck you while I watch and after he’s made you good and ready, I’m going to fuck you. Then we’re going to give you a bath so you can still walk tomorrow.”

“Do I go home tonight?”

“No,” Michigan barks out. I send him a warning glare which he ignores. “You’re spending the night.”

“We’ll get you home in time.” We all know that until Annie’s ready to confront her dad that we’ll need to step carefully. If we push her too hard, she may run and hide herself behind the parish doors. Running interference with her dad for a few weeks isn’t going to kill us, I silently remind Michigan. He still gets caught up in his ugly memories. Even if Annie’s dad is the prick that he ran into years ago, Michigan isn’t a punk ass seventeen-year-old with no protection.

Plus we got to watch out for Annie now. She’s our number one priority.