Page 69 of Texting the Wrong Bikers

But Trigger doesn’t even look at him. His gaze is focused on me.

I open my mouth, unsure what I’m going to say, but then he wraps his arms around my waist, pulls me close, and kisses me.

It’s so unexpected that for a moment I don’t react. But then my body does, responding with that same, caution-to-the-wind energy of the first time. Trigger kisses me passionately enough to take my breath away, and I feel a deep ache in my pelvis.

He finally breaks away, and his voice is thick as he tells me, “If I have to share you, Sadie, so be it, but I’ll be damned if I let you go.”

I’m not sure I fully understand, but it seems that Dash does. As Trigger kisses me again, Dash circles behind me, his hands on my waist as he kisses the nape of my neck, his breath warm, sending ripples of excitement through my body. It’s only then that I realize exactly what Trigger means. Surprise and arousal flood me, and before I can think too deeply about it, emboldened by the alcohol I’ve consumed, I simply allow them to guide me.

Strong, calloused hands explore every inch of my skin as they peel my clothing off, layer by layer. I tear at their clothes too, hungry for more, hungry to see them, and my eyes practically pop out on stalks at the sight of them, naked, both hard for me. Trigger’s cock is even more impressive than I remember, and Dash looks even hotter naked; his body puts gym-obsessed Tyler’s to shame.

Trigger lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist as he strides over to the pool table in the corner and lays me down on it. The balls clack together as we push them out of the way. Dash drops to his knees between my thighs, shooting me a wicked grin as his tongue darts out to taste me.

His sure, confident movements tell me he’s no stranger to going down on a woman, and I can see why he’s so popular with the ladies. Not only does he have the confidence, but he has the skill to back it up.

“Fuck,” I moan, biting my lip and burying my fingers in his hair.

Trigger tweaks and sucks on my nipples, his eyes dark with hunger as he watches me. I reach out, taking his erection in my hand, slowly stroking the length of it. He doesn’t take his eyes off of me as I move to take him in my mouth, twisting slightly, which gives Dash deeper access to slide his fingers into my soaking wet pussy.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” Trigger growls as I take him deep in my throat, gagging a little as he stretches my mouth as wide as it will go.

I always imagined a threesome would be clumsy, but this feels natural and easy, each of us moving in sync. The situation is so arousing, so taboo, and unexpected that I can already feel the orgasm building inside me. Dash’s tongue teases my asshole, his fingers working inside me, caressing my G-spot.

“Oh God, I think I’m gonna cum!” I moan.

“I want you to cum on Dash’s cock,” Trigger says, his voice thick and commanding.

I don’t know why, but I somehow expected that actually having sex with Dash in front of Trigger would be a step too far, that somehow, he wouldn’t want to see that, even though he’s the one who initiated this. In my confusion, I hesitate.

“Don’t you want Dash to fuck you?”

I bite my lip and nod.

“Say it,” Trigger purrs.

“I want Dash to fuck me,” I pant.

They flip me over onto all fours, moving so Dash is behind and Trigger in front so I can continue to suck his cock which is growing harder with each stroke. Dash grips my ass, stroking it and spanking it lightly as he rubs his cock along my soaking wet slit, teasing me without putting it inside. Trigger looks at Dash, nodding, and then I feel the pressure as he thrusts inside me, fast and deep in one sure stroke, as if he was worried Trigger might change his mind if he waited too long.

“Fuck, Sadie,” he groans. “You feel so fucking good.” There’s no joking around or insincerity, not now.

He starts to thrust, slowly at first but then faster, his hand snaking around me to play with my clit. I moan, unable to cry out with Trigger’s cock in my mouth. He too starts to move his hips, slowly fucking my mouth.

They fuck me hard and fast, and I completely forget that we’re in the middle of the clubhouse where anyone could walk in and see us. All I can focus on is the almost unbearable pleasure as every nerve ending is on fire from their touch.

“Does Dash’s cock feel good? Do you like us both fucking you?” Trigger asks as he pulls back enough to let me speak.

“Yes, God yes,” I moan as Dash plunges deep inside me.

“You’re mine, Sadie. If you want to fuck Dash, fuck Shadow, and fuck Chief, that’s fine, but don’t forget that you’re mine too.”

It’s huge what he’s asking, but also what he’s giving me. He’s giving me the freedom to explore my feelings with his friends; he’s saying he will share, but the one thing he won’t do is let me go. That should be concerning, but instead, it feels as if all my concerns, all my doubts, have been solved. I don’t have to break Trigger’s heart or ignore my feelings for them all. Can I really have them all?

Any further concerns I have are pushed aside as I feel myself getting closer to the edge again. “Fuck, I’m so close,” I moan, pussy tightening around Dash’s cock.

“You gotta wait, baby, let’s all cum together, I wanna fill you,” Dash says, the dirty words unbelievably hot and unexpected.

I can taste Trigger’s precum, and I know he’s holding back. The thought of us all climaxing together is undeniably hot and feels like an apt way for us to finish this unexpected threesome, with no one left out. I nod as I lick and suck Trigger’s cock even faster. He reaches down to play with my nipples, pinching them hard and sending an explosion of pleasure right down to my clit. I’m so wet that I can feel my juices running down my thigh as Dash plunges in and out, his thighs slapping against my ass.