Their Private Need (Death Lords MC 3)

“And if I don’t want to rest?” I ask turning to look over my shoulder.

“What about your mom?” He bends forward and licks the base of my neck. I shiver.

“Nothing should come between us. It's important for us to be together, and what other people think shouldn’t be dictating what we do in the bedroom.”

He curls around my back, threading his legs through mine. His voice is a husky whisper at my ear. “Then we’ll have to be real quiet, won’t we?”

I learn that I’m only able to keep quiet when something’s in my mouth. Easy and Michigan take turns holding me down, covering my mouth, and whispering dirty things in my ears.

When Michigan rolls on his back, Easy settles between my legs. He strips away the panties and drapes each leg over Michigan’s hard thighs until every inch of me is exposed.

“We’re going to take you hard and long and you’re going to be quiet the whole time.”

Michigan wraps his hand around my hair and drags my mouth to his. Easy plunges two fingers inside me.

“Ahh, sweet girl. Your cunt is so hungry for us. It’s milking my hand like it hasn’t had cock in days.”

His filthy words make me arch up in want, reacting to the throaty desire in his voice. His hands curl around my thighs but instead of bending down, he lifts me up so that my sex is level with his mouth. Michigan’s tongue ravages my mouth while I hang suspended between the two men. One is holding me up and the other is holding me down. I struggle in their grasps, not because I want to get away but because I want more.

I moan the word against Michigan’s mouth. I thrust myself harder onto Easy’s devouring tongue. I twist and squirm and whimper until they drop me onto the bed. Easy strips and then pulls me to the corner of the bed. “I think she wants cock, brother.”

Michigan slaps a hand over my mouth to keep my high pitched, keening cry from filling the room.

“How tight is her pussy?” Michigan asks. He thrusts his fingers into my mouth and I suckle on them, wishing it was his hard dick.

“Real tight. She’s squeezing me hard.” Easy sounds like he’s strangling. His head is tossed back and his fingers are dug into my hips, bruising me in the best way. “You want ass or mouth?”

“Ass,” Michigan replies immediately. I whimper around his fingers and Easy laughs.

“Oh she wants that too. She’s clamped down hard.”

“You want that, sweetheart?” Michigan strokes my face. “You need my cock up your ass?”

I nod vigorously. “You sure this is okay with her pregnant?” Michigan unzips his pants and toes them aside.

“Yes, they said it was fine.”

“You asked them about ass play specifically?” Michigan raises his eyebrows. Easy slides his hands under my ass and lifts me up effortlessly. “No.” I shudder as the movement rubs me in a dozen different places.

“I did,” Easy says. He lies back and takes me with him, holding my cheeks apart for Michigan’s pleasure. “The nurse said it was all fine so long as you don’t switch it up.”

“What dumbshit does that?”

“Can we stop talking about it and do it already?” I pant.

They both laugh, no doubt taken off guard by my needy commands, but my body is aching for a release.

“Yes, ma’am,” Michigan says and his beautiful smile lights up his face as he readies me with his thumb. Even that small amount of friction has me crying out, a sound captured by Easy’s mouth.

Easy holds me still as Michigan works his way in. He’s so big and I’m already so full. The pleasure skates close to the edge of pain but he stretches me inch by little inch. He plants both feet on the floor and pushes forward until he’s fully seated.

And then Easy and Michigan begin their dance. It’s smooth and slow, one withdrawing while the other plunges in. The sensation of being surrounded by them, being immersed in their flesh, reduces me to the basest level. I’m just nerves, need, and heat.

They stoke my fire until I’m a spire of flame. I grip Easy’s shoulders, my nails digging crescent moons into his hot flesh. I feel Michigan’s mouth on my back and my neck. He sucks a bruise on the apple of my shoulder then one on my upper arm.

Their arms cage me and their bodies press me between them, grinding us together until we are one being, in perfect orgasmic harmony.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Easy

I wake up the next morning near dawn when Michigan kicks me under the covers. Annie’s curled into me, and Michigan, who usually spoons her, is raised on one arm waiting for me to come to attention.

When my eyes flick open, he jerks his head toward the door.

Getting up is a chore. Annie’s tits are plastered against my arm and her knee is slung across my thigh. Yesterday morning, when I woke up like this Michigan had already left. My hand wandered between Annie’s legs, found she was wet and I proceeded to fuck her silly before either of us got up. I want a repeat.

I shake my head and lift the sheet slightly to point at my morning wood. Michigan rolls his eyes and climbs out of bed.

I stumble out into the kitchen leaving the slumbering Annie hugging a pillow. She murmured something and rolled around looking for one of our hard bodies. I figure if she doesn’t have something tucked around her, the emptiness will wake her up. Not going to lie. It feels good to have her search us out even in her sleep. She's getting used to us, needing us.

“What’s up?” I ask. Michigan is fully dressed, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. I have my underwear on. He hands me a cup of coffee and opens up the slider.

I take a long gulp of the coffee and then step outside.

“She hit on me,” Michigan says. He stares at the tree line in the back of our property.

Good thing I wasn’t drinking because I probably would have sprayed coffee all over him.

“Mrs. Bloom?”

“That's right. Yesterday she told me that Annie wasn’t woman enough for two men and that I should try someone with more experience.”

I raise

my eyebrows. “So she thought you’d be open to it?”

“Shit, I guess. But I don’t understand why. I wasn't real welcoming when I came home and saw she was staking out the house.”

“You tell Annie?”

“No. At this point, I think Annie’s overwhelmed and I don’t want to bother her with this shit but her mom can’t stay around here. For one thing, I don’t want to be fending off her weak ass passes all the time. For another, we got shit in this house that she shouldn't know about.”

I give him a nod. We've got an arsenal of weapons, most of it unregistered with the no serial numbers. We’ve also got stuff that we shouldn’t have in terms of weapons. Most of that shit is at the granary but we’re not putting all of our eggs in one basket because if shit goes down, we want our own armory at the ready. “So either one of us has to be home with her at all times or she’s gone.”

“I don't even get why there’s an either or proposition. I don’t want her here. She's just causing Annie a lot of grief.”

“How do you propose we kick her out without causing Annie a lot more grief?” Michigan drains the rest of his coffee and leaves for the munitions plant.

I call Judge.

“Pretty early in the morning to be calling your prez,” he says. In the background I can hear the soft murmur of his old lady’s voice. They were probably getting ready to do what I wanted to with Annie.

“I wanted to run something by you before we have church tonight.”

“Lay it on me.”

I explain a few things to him. He listens silently until I’m done.

“I’m okay with that plan. You really think some hoity-toity commune chick is going to want to get down at a biker mash?”

“She’s a hungry cunt. This is a woman who is used to using her pussy to protect herself. And I don’t got a real problem with that. But she can't be around Annie because she’s bad news.”

“That’s fine with me. Talk to Abel if you need a third. It’ll be his initiation play.”