Page 40 of Sexting the Bikers (Ruthless Riders #2)
Every time he pushes into her, Katya shudders, her back arching, pushing her breasts into Bishop’s eager hands and lips.
Bishop feasts on her, mouth closing around her nipple, tongue swirling, biting just enough to make her whimper.
His free hand strokes her stomach, then drifts down to her clit, circling, teasing, never letting her settle.
She rocks between us, caught in the push and pull, her moans growing louder, her voice ragged.
My hand is in her hair, guiding her, watching her mouth open for me, her lips swollen and wet.
I can barely think, only feel—the heat of her mouth, the roughness of Reaper’s rhythm, the way Bishop teases and praises her with every touch.
But we’re just getting started. Reaper pulls out and rolls her gently onto her back, her hair fanned out over the pillows.
Bishop moves between her legs, spreading her wide and licking her, slow at first, then faster, drinking in her every sound.
She grabs fistfuls of his hair, urging him on, her thighs trembling as he works her with lips and tongue.
Reaper and I kneel beside her, kissing her, running our hands over her body, loving the way her breath stutters every time we touch her.
I lean in, kissing her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips, then move lower, licking and biting at her breasts while Reaper claims her mouth.
Bishop’s fingers slide inside her, curling and pressing, finding that perfect spot that makes her cry out.
I can feel her body tense, then release, her orgasm washing through her as she clings to us, helpless in the rush.
We don’t give her much time to recover. Reaper and I flip her easily, laying her across Bishop’s lap, her ass high in the air.
He whispers to her, stroking her hair, keeping her grounded while Reaper kneels behind her, sliding into her again, harder now. I kneel on the bed in front of her, guiding her mouth to me. She takes me eagerly, tongue swirling, her eyes locked on mine, her hands digging into my thighs.
Bishop strokes her back, kissing her shoulders, telling her how good she is, how beautiful she looks like this.
I watch the way her body moves between us, how she gives herself over to all three of us, trusting us to take her higher, to keep her safe even as we push her to the edge.
She moans around me, the vibration making me groan, while Reaper slaps her ass, leaving his mark. She gasps in response.
We shift again, moving her so she’s lying on her side, Reaper behind her, one of her legs thrown over his thigh as he thrusts into her, his hand wrapped around her breast, squeezing and rolling her nipple between his fingers.
I kneel in front of her, guiding myself into her mouth again, her tongue soft and warm, her lips tight.
Bishop spoons her from the front, kissing her neck, his hand sliding down to circle her clit, making her whimper and squirm.
We lose ourselves in her, holding her close, flipping her to her back so I can slide into her, her legs wrapped around my waist, Bishop and Reaper on either side, mouths on her breasts, hands everywhere.
She reaches for all of us, pulling us in, desperate for more, giving back as much as she gets.
The pleasure is overwhelming, the heat so intense I think I might burn up from the inside out.
Her body is slick with sweat, her hair wild, her lips swollen from our kisses.
Bishop lies back, pulling her onto his lap, her thighs straddling him, her chest pressed to his, their mouths finding each other again.
Reaper and I kneel on either side, kissing her, stroking her skin, our hands moving together down her body, over her stomach, along her thighs. She rocks her hips, riding Bishop, her hands tangled in my hair as I kiss her, Reaper’s tongue teasing her nipples, making her arch and cry out again.
The four of us move together, a mess of limbs and mouths and low, desperate sounds.
I can barely tell where one of us ends and the other begins.
Katya clings to us, her hands moving over our bodies, her voice breaking on a gasp as she comes again, her body writhing with pleasure, her head thrown back against Bishop’s shoulder.
I look up, catching Bishop’s gaze over Katya’s shoulder, then Reaper’s just past her tousled hair.
The three of us are caught in the middle of something wild and intimate, but there’s no awkwardness, no doubt.
If anything, it feels right. More right than anything I’ve known.
Katya’s body moves with ours, her pleasure spilling over into the space between us, but what surprises me most isn’t the heat or the hunger—it’s the quiet understanding, the trust we’ve built, the way we fit together like pieces that have been waiting for each other all our lives.
I grin, a low laugh rumbling in my chest as I look at my brothers. “Well, I’ll be damned,” I say, voice rough with satisfaction and something deeper. “Didn’t think sharing would ever feel this natural.”
Katya clings to us, her hands moving over our bodies, her voice breaking on a gasp as she comes again, her body writhing with pleasure, her head thrown back against Bishop’s shoulder.
The room drowns in ragged breaths and broken sounds as we each follow her over that edge, the four of us unraveling together in a blur of heat and release.
The aftermath is sweat-slick skin, trembling muscles, and the kind of silence that only comes when there’s nothing left to give.
“Well, I’ll be damn..”
I look at my brothers…
Reaper just nods, a rare soft smile on his lips, while Bishop squeezes Katya’s hand in silent agreement.
For a long moment, the world narrows to this—her body pressed between us, our hands tangled, sweat cooling on our skin, and the knowledge that this is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Getting to share her with them isn’t strange or uncomfortable.
It’s the most natural thing in the world.