Page 66 of Diary of a Biker Queen

And for once in my stupidly closeted life, I didn’t care. I’d already given my father the middle finger, this was just another one. If any of the bikers here didn’t like it, I didn’t give a shit. I doubted it anyway. I knew some of the guys here were in relationships with men, even if there was a woman involved as well.

And that was exactly what I wanted.

Her.

But him as well.

Fuck, he was a good kisser. It was barely moments before I wanted more.

Nyah’s breaths across the coffee table grew louder, and I smiled smugly over Lynx’s lips, knowing part of her getting close was that she was watching me and him together and liked it.

I glanced over at her, right as her eyes rolled back, and she let out a moan that went straight to my cock. Dax murmured something to her, the tone dark and sexy, but that was all I could make out.

It was all I needed. Nyah moans and the bucking of her hips was enough to give away her orgasm.

I reached for Lynx’s fly, and he let me drag down the zipper. He lifted his ass, helping me push down his jeans and his underwear enough to free his cock. It was thick and hard, and I wasted no time, dropping down to the floor, kneeling in front of him to take his dick in my mouth.

He groaned loudly, his hand falling to the back of my head. He didn’t put pressure there, but it was enough to know he liked it. He jacked his hips up, thrusting into my mouth, and I took every inch, Nyah’s moans behind me only urging me on more.

I heard Dax say something to her, but I was too lost in getting Lynx off and my own fucking erection demanding attention. I undid my zipper and shoved my free hand inside, palming my dick while my mouth kept pace on Lynx’s.

I felt more than saw someone settle on their knees beside me.

And when I took my next breath, I smelled the telltale scent of her shampoo.

I glanced up, my lips hovering over Lynx’s cock, one hand wrapped around his base, the other around mine.

My gaze met Nyah’s. Hers was so hot it blazed like a bonfire, bright and sparking in a midnight sky. She nudged me aside and lowered her mouth over Lynx’s cock head, putting her lips where mine had been seconds earlier and taking over my job.

Lynx looked like all his fucking Christmases had come at once.

She blew, and I stroked him from the bottom, the two of us working together. When she stopped to take a breather, I took over.

I stared at her the entire time I did it, and when it was her turn again, she did the same.

But this time, she reached her free hand for me, took over stroking my cock as well.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, settling back on the couch beside Lynx, letting her have the control she so clearly wanted.

She bobbed over Lynx’s cock, gazing up into his eyes while he stroked her hair away from her pretty face.

But her hand never let up on my erection. She pumped my shaft in perfect unison with Lynx’s until we were both breathing erratically and entirely under her control.

She was still wearing that fucking jersey.

I grabbed the hem and yanked it up. The panties she’d been wearing were long gone, and if there’d been a bra at some point, that was gone now as well. Her tits were full and heavy, and her nipples beaded at being exposed. She looked up for a second, a moment of self-doubt in her eyes as she glanced around the clubhouse.

Dax leaned over and caught her chin. “You’re fucking beautiful. Everyone should see you.”

She whimpered against his mouth and kissed him back.

But he gave her up quickly, settling back on the couch to watch again. She took Lynx back inside her mouth once more.

I couldn’t look at her, at least not in the eye, and yet I couldn’t keep my hands off her either. She jerked me, she sucked him, and I let my hands wander. Her ass stuck out because she was bent over Lynx’s lap to blow him, and I couldn’t stop my hands from sliding up the curve of her backside and over her hip. I wanted to play with her tits, squeeze and tweak her nipples, but they weren’t as accessible to me as the peach of her ass and the sweet pussy that pulsed between her thighs.

My fingers found her entrance, and I slipped two inside her, her pussy opening for me easily after Dax had already made her come once.

She moaned around Lynx’s cock, and when I glanced at him, I could see he was in a death match with his self-control and losing badly.