My 3 Rockstar Bosses

But Will’s got other things on his mind, shooting me a wicked grin.

“Naw honey, we’re just getting you ready first. You’re new, baby girl, you can’t ride the dick wall without some hard-core prep. So that’s what we’re doing,” he says, dipping one finger down to rub sensuously against my aching clit.

Instinctively my eyes fall closed, hips arching as I moan his name. Oh god, oh god! Electricity sizzles through my cunt, pussy gushing wetly into his palm. The big man watches me the entire time, licking his lips as I cry out sensuously, gyrating my hips. Oh god, this is good.

But the pie has to be split seven ways, and too soon, Will passes me to his twin.

“Take it easy,” he warns. “She’s ready to spill,” he grunts, licking his palm of pussy juice. I color, still dripping between my legs. Because it’s true. Any more clit stimulation and I was going to explode like Fourth of July fireworks right here in the basement, screaming and moaning.

But Tim just grins slyly.

“No prob, we’ll do legs then,” he rasps. “Would you like that little girl? A little leg play?”

I color. Because this is the craziest thing that’s ever happened in my life. I’m in a darkened rec room with seven naked men, all of them gods. Their dicks are out, and I’m being passed down the line like a precious jewel, petted and fondled. What’s coming next after this? But I’m too wrapped up in sensation to think things through.

Besides, Tim’s dropped to the floor, massaging and kissing my ankles, calves, and thighs. The alpha knows every erogenous zone and I cry out once more as he suckles the backs of my knees, everything going weak at once. Who knew this was a pleasure center? I nearly come from the sensation, there’s a jolt of electricity straight to my clit, making my pussy vibrate.

But Trent’s gotta get his slice of the pie too. He steps forward as Tim works down below and seizes my mouth in a deep, soulful kiss. The liplock penetrates the haze of my brain like lightning through fog and I moan sensuously, clinging to those broad shoulders.

“Open for me, Macy,” Trent rasps harshly.

In a trance, I obey, and immediately his tongue slides inside to meet mine, rough and smooth at once, sweeping my inner cavity. It’s so personal that I almost faint from the intimacy, even as Tim continues his exploration of my legs. Oh my god. How will I handle more?

But more it is. After enjoying my body, Trent and Tim reluctantly give me up to older brother Smith’s ministrations. And Smith’s blue eyes gleam as he takes in my flushed, sensuous body.

“I think you know what I want,” he growls, stroking one finger slowly down my curves. It bounces over my nip, making me squeal, before dipping lower to my waist, and then into the vee between my legs. Oh yeah, the alpha rubs my slit slowly, torturing me.

“Wet, aren’t you?” he chuckles harshly, those eyes on fire. “You’re a wet little slut, huh?”

I can’t say yes or no. All I know is that I want him, and my hips buck a little, trying to catch his finger inside.

Another harsh chuckle.

“Oh no, sweet thing. It’s too soon. This is just gettin’ you ready to go.”

And I mewl again as he teases, spreading my sticky wet nectar all over my clit and down to my asshole, tapping that rusty star as I gasp, pleats clenching. No matter. Smith grins lazily.

“Now for Fordie.”

There’s no time to catch my breath because Ford spins me roughly around, making my head whirl. One giant hand is on my lower back, pushing me down.

“Grab your ankles,” he grunts. Nothing’s too depraved for this man. He probably fucks girls on his motorcycle going sixty miles an hour, the alpha’s that type of guy.

So I do just as asked, baring my ass to him. A drift of cool air wafts over my brownie, and I whimper slightly but then Ford slaps my butt, hard. Got it. No noises and no movement. Stock still, my form trembles as the big man runs a finger along my crack, stopping at the winking, blinking hole. Oh god, is he going to? Is he going to do it?

And of course he is. This is Ford after all, dirty bike mechanic cum lawyer. With a nasty growl, the man dips a finger in, just slightly. I jump involuntarily, asshole clamping even as prickles run down my spine.

“Ford,” I pant, craning my neck to look at him over my shoulder, eyes wide. But Ford ignores me, smacking my ass again before pushing his finger in further, loosening my rim before worming up my anus.

“Unnh!” I scream from shock more than anything. Holy shit, my ass is being fingered by a much-older man in front of an audience to boot. And betrayingly, my pussy drips heavily then, slippery hot nectar coagulating at the hole before sliding down one thick white thigh.

“Ohhhh,” comes my moan. “Oh oh oh.”

“Careful,” grunts one man. “She’s too excited.”

And evidently Ford agrees because he pops his finger out of my anus, giving it one last smack, before passing me to Sam.

Oh god, Sam. The eldest. The most charismatic, the one I haven’t won over yet. For a moment we do nothing but stare at one another, my brown eyes wide and dazed, his blue full of fire. Live electricity crackles between us.