Page 33 of Contracted to the Bikers

Cruz laughs softly; the sound isn’t careless. There’s an edge to it. The tension between them hasn’t yet dissipated, but I’m hoping that’s about to change. He steps in anyway, and the shift is immediate.

The air thickens as Boone arrives, his quiet, solid presence grounding the chaotic, aggressive energy that crackles between Rook and Cruz. He closes the door behind him with a soft, final click that settles my racing heart. That click feels like we’ve passed the point of no return. My first times with Cruz and Rook were chaotic and impulsive, but this is a deliberate choice.

My breath catches slightly as I pull back just enough to look at all three of them. Rook is dark and controlled, intensity simmering just beneath the surface. Cruz watches me like I’m a challenge he’s already decided to win. He grins at me, his eyes asking if I’m ready to play. Boone is as steady and grounded as always, but his eyes lock onto me with a look that speaks of something deeper, something quieter, but no less powerful.

“I meant what I said,” I tell them. My voice is softer now, but it holds steady and true. “I want all of you.”

Cruz steps closer first, of course, he does. His hand brushes my arm, his touch light and deliberate, sending a ripple of anticipation through me. “You’re sure you can handle that?” he murmurs.

I meet his eyes. “Try me.”

Cruz’s eyes light up, his grin widening at the challenge. Rook’s hand tightens at my waist as he wrestles between what he wants, what I want, and the possessive streak within him. Boone moves closer behind me, his presence a steady heat at my back, grounding and overwhelming at the same time. There’s no clean line where one ends and the other begins.

As their hands move, and the space between us disappears completely, the world narrows down to breath and touch and the steady, undeniable presence of all three of them, I realize something with absolute clarity. This isn’t complicated. Not here. Not like this. This is simple.

There’s no separation. Their touch is layered, distinct in their own way, yet working in perfect harmony. Rook’s grip is firm, anchoring me in place. To my surprise, he and Cruz allow Boone to take the lead. He stoops to look me in the eye, his hazel eyes are an autumn day, warm and familiar. Tentatively, I step closer, feeling the solid bulk of his broad chest with my fingertips and stroking the blonde hair on his chest as I pull his shirt up to remove it. He has the hard-muscled physique of a strongman rather than a bodybuilder; there are no clearly defined lines, but he oozes strength. His calloused hands gently stroke my cheek, tilting my gaze up to his face as he leans down to kiss me, his lips surprisingly supple, his beard soft.

Boone doesn’t rush. He isn’t a whirlwind of passionate energy like Rook or Cruz. He lifts me with ease, carrying me over to the bed and sitting me at the edge of it. Cruz comes behind me, his touch is sharper, intentional, like he’s testing reactions as he pulls my dress over my head from behind, his fingers tweaking my nipples through the lace of my bra. Cruz kisses my neck, his hands resting on my waist from behind, while Boone’s tongue entangles with mine. I can feel Rook’s eyes on me, searingly hot as Boone’s hands caress my thighs, his fingers dancing along my seam as he strokes my clit through my panties.

Boone’s fingers slip my panties aside, sliding into my slick pussy as Cruz removes my bra, fondling my breasts. My gaze shifts to Rook, and in his dark, hungry eyes I see only desire, no jealousy. He prowls over to join us on the bed, removing his clothes as I watch the contours of his body rippling with every step. I moan as Cruz guides me to lie down so Boone can lick my clit, his large fingers slowly gliding in and out of me.

Cruz’s mouth captures my nipple, licking and sucking it, while Rook kisses my lips, hungrily. I reach out to stroke his hard cock, familiar now with how he likes to be touched. I tentatively reach out for Cruz, hesitating before touching him.

Rook grunting, “Don’t stop,” is all the permission I need.

I take Cruz in my other hand, feeling the gentle curve as I run my hand up and down his erection. Touching both of them at the same time while Boone is going down on me feels wickedly bad in all the best ways.

Rook moves closer to my head so I can take him in my mouth. I circle my tongue around the tip of his dick, tasting the salty precum before taking him deep inside my throat. He’s so big that my jaw feels stretched. He groans my name as I pleasure him, allowing some of his control to slip.

I start to let go too, allowing myself to focus on the pleasure and sensations rather than worrying about the mechanics. I almost lose track of whose hands are where. Every inch of my skin is electrified under their touch. I didn’t know it was possible to feel as if you’re intertwining with another person during sex, body and soul, let alone with three at once. We move in perfect harmony, anticipating each other’s needs without needing to say anything.

My orgasm crests within me from Boone’s slow, methodical tongue, bringing me to a sweeter, more rounded climax. “I want you to fuck me,” I command him, needing to feel him inside me, to be with him as I have been with Rook and Cruz before him.

Boone is so much bigger than me. He must fear he’ll crush me, or that his presence will be too overpowering, too dominating with the others here, as he moves so that he can lie beneath me, guiding me slowly down onto him. It’s only as I’m hovering over him, his erection poised at my entrance, that I realize how massive he is. I’m grateful then that he’s handed over control, allowing me time to breathe and take him in slowly.

Cruz has moved behind me again, trailing his fingers down my spine before his hand cups my ass cheek. Rook contents himself with watching for the moment, his focus on my face as I bite my lip, moaning as I grind my hips, feeling Boone hitting deep inside my core. Cruz teases my nipples with one hand, kissing and biting my neck from behind, his other hand snaking around to circle my clit.

“Do you like Boone’s cock?” Cruz whispers devilishly in my ear.

“Yes,” I pant.

“Are you gonna take Rook’s cock in that perfect mouth too?” he challenges. “And then I’m going to play with your perfect ass so you’re completely filled,” he whispers.

The filthy promise makes me moan, hungry for something I’ve never even considered before. Rook stands to my side, and I take him in my mouth again, moving my head in time with the roll of my hips. Cruz moves away for a moment, and I hear the sound of liquid being squeezed from a bottle, and the smell of cherries fills the room. When his finger teases my ass, it’s slick with lube. I’m so turned on that it doesn’t take my body long to accommodate his finger. The sensation is different and intense, but not unpleasant. He was right, with every possible nerve ending being teased, touched, and fucked, I feel senseless with pleasure.

It should feel chaotic, three people all vying for my attention, but it doesn’t. It feels right. Like we were always going to end up here, together.

It doesn’t take long for my second orgasm to rip through me like a tidal wave, hitting me hard and fast and making my juices squirt out of me with force.

“Oh, fuck,” Boone grunts as he shudders underneath me, his cock pulsating as he cums hard, the pressure of my climax sending him over the edge.

I fall onto Boone’s chest, panting and smiling blissfully, taking a moment. He kisses me tenderly, savoring the moment before moving to one side to let the others in.

With his usual ferocity, Rook flips me onto all fours and drives inside of me. Boone prepared my body perfectly, warming it up for the onslaught of passionate fury that is Rook. He fucks me like a man possessed while Cruz comes to kneel in front of me and fucks my mouth.

The two of them move in sync, alternating thrusts perfectly timed so I’m never overwhelmed. Cruz grips my hair, falling loose from its bun, stray strands sticking to my face, and he tilts my head back so he can look me in the eyes.

“Fuck, you’re fucking perfect,” he says with a slow grin.