Wild Ride (11 page)

He brushed his lips along her neck, then nuzzled, sending tingles through her.

“And for what I have in mind, you’re a little overdressed,” he said as he slipped one thin strap off her shoulder, then the other.

She felt the zipper glide down her back and he slid the dress down to her waist, revealing her strapless, black lace bra.  The dress was black with a tropical floral pattern, and she wore a pretty black lace panty and bra set with a pink ribbon trim that matched the bright flowers on the dress.  He slipped the dress over her hips and it fell to the floor.

“Do I have any say in this?” she asked as she curled her hands around his neck.

He pulled her tight against him again, the hard bulge in his pants pushing against her.

“None at all.”  He then turned her and pressed her toward the patio doors.

She opened the door and stepped out into the warmth.  She walked along the tiled patio, heading toward the hanging bed on the beach, but he stopped her before she stepped onto the soft sand.

She noticed that he’d taken down a string of paper lanterns that lit the patio at night, leaving the black metal rod that they had been suspended from bare except for a couple of strong-looking chains hanging from the center.  The rod had been hardly noticeable when the lanterns had hung from it.  Now it looked ominous, in an exhilarating way.

“Give me your wrists.”

She held out her arm and he picked up a thick, black band from the teak table and wrapped it around her wrist, buckling it into place.  Then he attached a band to her other wrist.  He drew her hand over her head and attached the heavy, metal clip on the end of the chain to the ring on her wrist, then did the same with her other hand.

Now she stood there with her hands chained above her head.

“I’m your prisoner.”

“That’s right.  And I can do anything I want with you.”

“And what do you want to do with me?”

He stood behind her and stroked her ass, bared by the skimpy thong she wore.  Heat started to build in her at his touch.  His other hand glided up her hip and over her stomach, then cupped her breast.  Her nipple peaked, thrusting against the lace.  She wanted to feel his hand on her naked breast.

He squeezed and she moaned softly.

“Well, right now,”—he nuzzled her neck—“what I want to do is…”  He nipped her skin and she sucked in a breath.

“Yes,” she prompted, wanting him to get on with it.  Wanting to feel his hands all over her.

“Talk.”  Then to her surprise he drew away and sat down in the chair by the table, gazing at her.

“About what?”  Her voice sounded a bit on edge.

He leaned his elbow on the armrest and leaned his head against his hand.

“Well, I’ve been thinking.  First, you were attracted to Rip.  Even though you didn’t know he was in a dangerous gang, you did know he was a biker.  Deep down you must have suspected something, but you went out with him anyway.”

“I didn’t—”

But he continued, ignoring her interruption.  “Then you came to this island and found yourself running away from him.  But who did you run to?”  His hand flattened on his chest with a smug smile.  “Me.  Now you had to figure I was a dangerous type.  I mean, the way I treated you…”

“What’s your point?”  She was feeling a little uncertain about where he was going with this, and right now, talking was the last thing on her mind anyway.

“The point is, you are attracted to bad-ass biker men.”

“Are you afraid when we go back and you’re no longer part of a gang, that I won’t be interested anymore?”

He stood up and walked toward her.  He stood close in front of her, staring down at her smugly.  “Not at all.”  Then he grinned.  “I know how to keep you satisfied.”

He stroked her hair from her face.  “But I do think there’s something we can tap into here, that could keep things very…”—his grin broadened—“exciting.”

“What are you thinking?”

“You’re attracted to Rip, you said so yourself, and he’s attracted to you.”  He stoked her cheek, his eyes growing serious.  “You are my woman.  Heart and soul.”

She nodded, but confusion soared through her.

“Since I’m so sure of that, I don’t see any reason that I can’t…”  He grinned broadly.  “Share you.”

“Share?  But… are you suggesting that you and Rip?  I mean both of you?”

“That’s exactly what he’s suggesting.”

She sucked in a breath at the sound of Rip’s voice.  She saw him standing on the beach just a few yards away.  She glanced up at Killer’s heated eyes, then back to Rip, her heart thundering with excitement.

“But I thought that you were involved with someone.”

“I am.  That’s why I wouldn’t do anything to make you think we had a chance together, but she’s on board with me sharing you with Killer.”

She frowned.  “Why?”

Rip grinned, that devilish grin of his that always made her feel special.

“Because I share her with the other men I ride with.”

Her eyes widened.  “Really?”

Killer’s hand slid over her ass, heating her skin.  “And just in case you didn’t believe him, he’s brought proof.”

A young woman with long, black hair, wearing tight jeans and a black camisole sauntered across the beach to the bed, then sat on it.  Behind her stood two tall, bare-chested bikers in jeans, their inked chests and arms well-sculpted.

“This is Raven,” Rip said.  “She was concerned you wouldn’t believe me, so she decided to come along.”

The two men smiled at Marissa, their gazes gliding down her mostly nude body.  A shiver raced through her.

“That’s Shock and Wild Card.”

“Hi,” Shock said, his eyes smoldering.

The man named Wild Card grinned at her with a crooked smile.  “Hey, there.”

“Don’t let us interrupt you,” Raven said as the two men stepped in front of her.

She stroked one hand over the front of Shock’s jeans as she unzipped Wild Card.  Almost in shock, Marissa watched as the woman reached inside and pulled out the man’s penis.  She leaned forward and took the tip in her mouth, then her cheeks hollowed.

Killer, now standing behind Marissa, cupped both her breasts and squeezed.  The man’s cock slipped from Raven’s lips and she stroked him while she unzipped Shock and drew out his cock, which was already growing rigid.

The woman sucked on both of them, switching from one to the other.

Marissa felt her bra release, then Killer drew it from her body and dropped it to the ground.

Rip’s gaze fell on her naked breasts, his eyes glowing with heat.

He reached forward in awe and stroked her breast.  Heat rushed through her at his touch.

She’d yearned for his touch for a long time.  The feel of his fingers gliding over her hard, sensitive nipple sent exhilarating sensations fluttering through her.

She glanced at Killer, feeling a little guilty, but he just smiled and nodded.

Rip crouched down in front of her, until he was eye-level with her breasts, then he took one in his mouth.  She almost moaned out loud, but suppressed it, a little embarrassed by the situation.

But as he continued to lick and suckle her sensitive nub, she couldn’t help herself.  She moaned softly.

She glanced to the bed.  The men had dropped their jeans, their tight assess a sight to behold.  One had pulled Raven’s camisole strap down and bared her breast.  It was big and round, the nipple a deep, dusky pink, and thrusting forward.

Killer stroked Marissa’s nipple while Rip suckled the other.  Then Rip stood up and cupped her cheeks, then kissed her.  His lips pressed on hers warmly and his tongue dipped inside.  She melted against him, her naked breasts pressing against the cotton of his T-shirt.

He released her mouth and tugged off his shirt, then captured her mouth again, this time drawing her close to his body, crushing her breasts tight against him, her nipples thrusting hard against his bare skin.

“God, you feel so good,” Rip murmured.

“Stop.”

Marissa started at Killer’s voice, and glanced toward him, now standing by her side.  Had he changed his mind?  Was he angry with Rip, or with her?

He reached above her head and released first one wrist from the chains, then the other.

“Sit down,” he commanded, pointing at one of the chairs around the teak table.

She sat down as directed, her eyes lowered.

“Marissa, I want to watch you suck Rip’s cock.”

Her gaze darted to his face.  His expression was stern, just like always when he took charge.  But he was continuing this, and she could see the outline of his big cock in his jeans, stretching the denim.

Rip unzipped his jeans and dropped them to the ground then stepped in front of her.  He drew his big cock from his boxers and pointed it toward her.

Oh, God, it was huge.  Almost as big as Killer’s.

She glanced toward the bed to see Raven watching them.  The two men sat on either side of her while she stroked their erections.  Both men had a handful of breast in his hand as they all watched Marissa.

She felt a little embarrassed being watched by them, but she couldn’t see any sign of jealousy in Raven’s keen gaze.  More heated interest as her hands glided up and down the big cocks.

Marissa felt a little wicked, and daring as she tentatively wrapped her hand around Rip’s big, thick cock.  It was hot and hard in her hand.

“Stroke it,” Killer insisted.  He unzipped his jeans and she watched him take out his huge cock as she glided her hand up Rip’s cock, then down again.

“That feels so good,” Rip encouraged.

“Take it in your mouth,” Killer commanded.

She leaned forward and opened her mouth, then glided her lips around the big head.  Rip let out a moan.

Killer stepped behind her and placed his hand over her breast.  Her nipple spiked into his palm.  He stroked his cock.

She slid down on Rip’s cock, then back again.

“Oh, yeah,” Rip said.

She lapped her tongue around his tip, then suckled the end.

“Fuck,” Rip said in a strangled voice.

Killer’s cockhead brushed her cheek as he stroked it.  She released Rip, still holding his rock-solid shaft in her hand and turned to run her lips over Killer’s cock. He turned and fed it into her mouth, pushing inside, slowly, giving her time to take all of him. Then he drew back.

“Do both of us.”  Killer stepped beside Rip.

She grasped Killer’s thicker cock in her hand, too, then stared at both big members in front of her with a smile.  Then she kissed each of them and proceeded to suck each in turn, one after another.

She glanced toward the bed and saw that Raven was doing the same to Shock and Wild Card again.  Marissa hollowed her lips around Rip as Raven did the same to Wild Card.  Raven switched and so did Marissa, taking Killer deep into her mouth.

Almost in a good-natured race, the two woman worked on their fleshy toys, sucking and stroking their men to pleasure.  Killer and Rip were both getting close, their bodies tensing.

Marissa sucked Rip deep, then decided to concentrate on him, stroking Killer vigorously at the same time.  Rip groaned as she sucked him hard, then stroked his balls as she took him deep.  He tensed and she bobbed up and down more quickly.

“Fuck, yeah, baby,” he said as he clamped his hand around her head, pulling her close to his groin.  He erupted in her mouth, groaning.

Then he slipped from her lips and sat in the chair beside her.  She took Killer in her mouth as Rip stroked her naked breasts.  She sucked and squeezed Killer in her mouth and he drove deep a few times.  She cupped his balls and stroked them, as he stiffened and filled her with hot liquid.

She heard sound coming from the bed and glanced over to see Wild Card’s tight ass clenching, his cock deep inside Raven’s mouth.  Shock sat on the bed beside Raven, his cock clearly already emptied.

Killer stepped back, then pulled her to her feet and into his arms. He kissed her fiercely, then released her.

“God, that was fucking hot.”

He crouched in front of her and kissed down her stomach, then rested his cheek against her panties.  He turned and nuzzled, then kissed her through the fabric.

The feel of his raspy face against her stomach, and his lips playing through the fabric, sent her hormones raging.  He leaned back and stared at her, then with one finger, drew the fabric down a little.

She wanted him to tear them away, then sink his tongue into her.

But he stood up and tucked his hand around behind her and drew her toward the table.  He positioned her in front of Rip and sat in her chair, then drew the front of her panties down further.

“Isn’t that a beautiful pussy?” Killer asked.

“Absolutely,” Rip agreed with a grin.

“Well, then, do something about it.”

Rip chuckled and drew the sides of the panties down.  He glided them the length of her thighs, then dropped them to the ground.

She heard Raven moaning behind her.  She didn’t know what the men were doing to her, but she was certainly enjoying it.