Page 5 of Mile High With the Bikers (Screaming Eagles MC #10)

RORY

“It’s sex, right?” My whisper is so quiet that it barely carries over the table between us, like someone might hear me all the way at the front of the plane.

A wide, predatory smile spreads on Bull's lips. “Oh, my darling little angel. What counts as sex?” Taking my hand, he pulls me around the table to him and hooks his finger under my chin to make me look up at him. “Fuck, you're beautiful.”

“What? No, I'm just?—”

He shuts me up with a kiss.

Holy shit.

Nothing in my past could’ve prepared me for the way his lips lock to mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. He shifts his big hand to cradle the back of my head, his fingertips hard against my scalp as he draws me close. His body moves against mine, naked skin burning hot as he devours me.

Adrenaline floods my veins, and then I just can't get enough of him.

My hands slide to his waist and I cling to what I can grab, doing my best to kiss him back.

I feel like an amateur trying to play pro sports, but it feels so good that I don't even care.

The way his hardness presses into my belly, I think I'm doing okay.

He finally lets up. I'm lightheaded, clinging to him as I draw a deep gasp of air and steady myself against him. “Oh my God.”

“We might be close to heaven, but I’d rather hear my name on your lips.

” Diesel pulls me eagerly out of Bull's arms and into his.

Making a fist in my hair, he guides me to his mouth.

His kiss is different from Bull's, rougher, needier, if that's even possible.

His other hand explores my hip, right above my ass, the tips of his fingers slipping into the top of my panties.

“Is this sex?” Bull whispers.

I shake my head.

A third hand settles on my bare waist, callused fingers making little circles while a bare chest presses against my back, sandwiching me between two hard men.

Diesel and Shrapnel. If nothing else, I can tell by the nipple rings.

And while Diesel is keeping my mouth busy, Shrapnel nibbles down the back and side of my neck, right up to behind my ear.

Two men at once is making my brain fizzle.

When my bra suddenly goes slack, I don’t even know who did the honors.

I don't know who's where anymore and all I see is the backs of my eyelids while Diesel plunders my mouth.

The bra straps are eased down my arms, and I let go of Diesel just long enough to let them slip off my hands.

The only thing keeping me from flashing everyone is that my breasts are mashed right up against Diesel's chest. At least until he takes a step back.

The bra hits the floor the same moment my eyes pop open to look.

This is going so fast. I should be terrified, trapped in here between three men I barely know.

But I'm not actually afraid. It feels like I’m someone else.

Not boring old Florence Whittaker who spends too much time with her nose in her laptop, but Rory, the feisty stewardess.

Pheromones? Adrenaline? Or just knowing that life is too short and chances like this don’t come around every day. Why not take it all the way?

Join the club.

Shrapnel spins me around and then his lips are on mine. The wiry hair on his chest teases my nipples as he holds me close. His tongue gives chase to mine while the feel of six hands on my body makes my knees go weak.

Kisses dot my shoulder. There are fingers sliding down my spine, the shivers making me arch my back. My ass is squeezed. Two hands slide in between Shrapnel and me to cup my breasts. My nipples are trapped between fingers and rolled, sending delicious sparks of sexual energy rushing into my core.

With all three of them close, I can't keep track of them. Just sinful sensations, touches, nibbles… Did someone just lick my shoulder blade?

“I could fucking play with you all day.” Bull pulls me backwards, disconnecting me from Shrapnel, guiding me towards the corner couch at the far end of the lounge. He lays me down on it, kneeling on the floor next to me and leaning in. “But we don't have all day, so I'm moving this party along.”

With a solid grip on my breast, he presses his lips into mine, taking his kiss, then chasing it with a nibble on my lower lip, giving just a tug before letting go.

Someone captures my free nipple in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it.

Fingers hook my panties and start tugging them over my hips.

It only takes me a moment's hesitation before I lift to help them.

As the last vestige of my modesty slides past my ass and down my thighs, I'm fully exposed to all three of them.

Three!

My heart was racing before but when rough hands press my thighs apart, exposing me fully, it goes into overdrive.

Bull must notice me stiffen, because he slides his fingers through my hair.

“Easy, girl. We're not gonna hurt you. You're in charge.

Say stop, and we're done, but I think you should at least give us a chance to show you how good we can make this for you.”

He kisses his way down my jaw towards my throat.

Shrapnel is the one latched to my breast while he teases his fingertips over my hips.

Skin brushes against the insides of my thighs, so it has to be Diesel who just got between them.

Something thick and wet slides across my pussy, parting the lips all the way up to my clit, where it flicks up, firing a surge of pure pleasure straight through me.

I moan into Bull's mouth, finding his thigh and Shrapnel's arm to cling to so I don't launch right off the cushion.

Heck, I might launch right out of the plane at this point.

“What about this? Is this sex?” Bull asks again.

It’s so much harder to shake my head this time, and I’m not even sure if I believe it. This is already more intense than anything else I’ve experienced.

When Diesel does it again, I can't hold back a throaty moan.

No one's ever made me feel like this. I thought I was getting pretty good at making myself feel good with my fingers and toys, but nothing compares to the hard shocks of sexy delight coursing through me with every swipe of Diesel's extremely talented tongue.

Shrapnel pulls my hand from his arm to wrap my fingers around his thickness, and I can hardly believe how much there is of him to hold.

It's not easy to concentrate while someone slides his tongue through my pussy and someone else kisses me senseless, but I do my best, sliding my fingers up and down as much as I can get my fingers around.

He wraps his hand around mine and helps me along, showing me exactly how he likes it.

It doesn't take long before I'm pressing my shoulders and ass into the couch, arching into a tight bridge with shaking thighs as the first explosion is about to take me out.

“What about this?” Bull growls into my ear.

It hits me just as Diesel drives his tongue right into my pussy, thick and forceful.

With a tortured groan that I pray doesn't carry through the door, I come apart between the three of them.

The mouth on my breast, the fingers in my hair, the touches…

touches everywhere. Six hands explore my naked body, all conspiring to drive me right over a cliff into the wild blue yonder, and the plummet leaves my head spinning.

When I shut my eyes, I see fireworks and when I open them again, I'm still blinded by the spots.

I come hard, clinging to them until I finally collapse back onto the couch.

“Y—yes? No? I don’t…” Okay, so maybe deciding exactly where the line is drawn is harder than I thought.

No one would ever believe this if I told them. Not that I think I ever could bring myself to. Heck, I don't think I believe it myself. This is some kind of wild fever dream, but when I open my eyes, they're all still there, looking smug, sexy and hard as steel.

I resume my stroking on Shrapnel's amazing cock, and reach for Diesel's when he climbs up the couch to hover over me. The pulse of his blood rushing through his cock presses against my palm as I grip him.

“Fuck,” Diesel moans.

“That's fucking perfect,” Shrapnel adds in a lust-darkened voice.

I'm so absorbed in the feel of them that it takes a moment before the sound of plastic tearing registers, but then I look up at Bull, who's just rolled on a condom.

This is insane. I’m on my father’s private jet, only two unlocked doors from where he's having a meeting about a program that could upend so many lives, about to have sex with three bikers I barely even know.

I couldn't have made this up in my fantasies, never mind believe it's about to happen for real.

Bull raises a questioning eyebrow at me while he settles back between my thighs. He strokes himself with long, lazy strokes. “What about this? Is this sex?”

I nod, forgetting about everything but this. The feel of them in my hands and his warm, strong weight between my legs.

A sexy smile forms on his lips. He gets right up close so he can nudge the thick head in between my folds. Not entering me, just sliding the tip up and down, getting himself good and slick with my juices.

I moan and throw back my head, arching to capture more, but he pulls away.

He tsks. “Good girls get cock when I'm damn well ready to give it. Don't be greedy.” With a little laugh, he slaps the inside of my thigh—not hard, but making sure I know who's boss. Diesel and Shrapnel chuckle.

Oh, he wants to play? I can do that, too. Looking up at him through my eyelashes, I wet my lips with my tongue. It's quick, but it gets his attention. “What if I want to be a bad girl? Isn't that something guys like you want?” I wiggle my hips.

“You want it like a bad girl, angel?” Putting his huge hand on my belly, he explores my skin, making me tingle.

“I don't know if you can handle it like a bad girl. You look like a good girl to me.” He rubs his tip across my clit, back and forth, making me draw a sharp breath. “You sure you know what you’re asking for?”

No, but as long as he keeps rubbing me like that, I want any experience he can give me. And he's right, I do feel greedy. “Yes,” I gasp.

He chuckles at my eagerness, then nestles his thick tip right at my entrance and pushes.

I close my eyes and try to relax, to let him in.

I groan, my eyes fluttering closed as he fills me with long, slow thrusts, opening me to him.

He pauses and I think this has to be it, but then he slides even a little deeper.

Thank God they have me so slick, but even then it's like my first time all over again as I’m stretched around him. When his hips finally press against mine, there's no more room. I'm full. And it feels amazing.

I force my eyes up from where we're joined to lose myself in his deep, black eyes.

“You alright?”

“Mmhmm,” I moan and nod. “I'll never walk straight again, but wow.”

He laughs, and it makes his cock twitch inside me. And then he laughs again at my surprised gasp. “Ready?”

Absolutely not and yes please at the same time.

He pulls his hips back, sliding out until I feel like an empty husk before he thrusts back inside, filling me completely. Oh my God, I'm not going to survive this. But what a blissful way to go. I reach for Diesel and Shrapnel on either side of me, and cling to their dicks for support.

Pushing my knees towards my chest, Bull opens me completely, giving him even more leverage to thrust deep and fast. If we were making love at first, now he's downright fucking me into the cushions, and if this is the bad girl treatment, I’m not sorry for teasing him.

Especially when he puts his thumb on my clit and presses down rhythmically in time with his thrusts.

“Wait! I'm going to—” is all I get out before I go tight around him, every muscle in my body clenching as an orgasm rips through me before I’m even ready. Through it all, he fucks me, drawing it out until his fingers become clamps around my thighs and he groans deep, deep in his broad chest.

“I can't—fuuuuuck…” He swells bigger and I swear I feel every pulse of his heartbeat through his cock as he comes. I'm glad he thought about protection, because if we got this far without, there's no way I'd have the brainpower to remember. Holy crap.

When he finally does slip out, I feel empty, like something's missing. Until I open my eyes and remember what I've got in my hands. That was only round one.

“That definitely counted,” I say weakly.

Bull laughs, a deep belly chuckle as he moves out of the way.

Diesel grins, holding up a plastic packet of his own. “You ready for more, baby girl?”

I can't help smiling back. I still can't believe I'm actually doing this, but I nod eagerly. “Okay.”

“Nice.” He rips the plastic open with enough force to send a sharp boom through the whole plane.

Wait, what?