Page 96 of Diary of a Biker Queen

“Oh!”

The orgasm came out of nowhere. I’d been wanting it but I hadn’t been on the edge, but with both of them inside me, there was no holding it back. It took over my body as the two of them moved agonizingly slowly, Luca studying my face at every drive and retreat of his hips, making sure I was okay.

I was so more than okay.

The stretch was new, I’d never had something so big inside me, and yet it wasn’t painful. It was the opposite. I felt so full, but it was exactly what my body had been demanding. Like it had known that one wouldn’t be enough tonight, it had primed me for both of them.

The orgasm had me clenching and pulsing around them, and Luca swore, his jaw tense.

“You are so fucking tight. There’s no way I can hold on.”

But I wanted them to. Wanted to ride them both at once. “Not yet,” I whispered.

He groaned like I’d just asked him to hold back Niagara Falls. But he gripped my hip and kissed me hard, losing himself in that instead of the feel of my pussy gripping him like a vise.

I rolled my hips, encouraging them, and they both responded in time, thrusting up while I rocked down, and then vice versa. My clit ground against Luca’s pubic bone, and Lynx skated his top hand down from my tits to play with my ass.

He didn’t press inside, I doubted he would have even been able to, but I liked the feel of his finger there, rubbing me, all of my areas so stimulated a second orgasm wasn’t even a surprise. It barreled into me, knocking the first one out of the park.

Lights flashed across my eyes, and I was sure I was making the most indecent noises I’d ever made in my life, but there was nothing else for it.

“I gotta come, princess,” Luca muttered.

All I could do was nod.

He groaned, and he and Lynx picked up the pace, fucking me faster and faster, guiding me through the orgasm until I wasn’t sure if I was having a third or if it was just the mind-blowing effects of having two so close together.

It didn’t matter. I just wanted them to feel as good as I did.

I writhed between them, taking every inch, every thrust, kissing them, touching them where I could, moaning their names, and encouraging them with the roll of my hips.

“Fuck,” Lynx groaned behind me, pushing in hard and then staying there, spilling himself inside me.

Luca came instantly, deep, and with a groan that flipped my stomach. They both pulled out, then one at a time, they drove back in, riding out their orgasms until they were too soft not to.

Luca tilted up my chin, and I blinked at him sleepily, my entire body so relaxed and well fucked that I was completely boneless. There were unspoken words in his eyes, ones that made my toes curl and my heart clench.

But they were ones I knew he wouldn’t say, even if he felt them.

Instead he whispered, “Good girl.”

And I took the praise for what it was, and for the words he couldn’t force past his lips.

I didn’t need his I love yous.

Not when I could feel them.

He stood and gazed out the window, and I did a double take when I realized it was dark outside. I had no idea how long I’d been writhing between them. It felt like days and seconds all at once, but the sun had definitely set while we’d been preoccupied, and my stomach gave a loud rumble, one that had all three of us staring down at it.

Luca sat up and grabbed a towel from the bathroom, running it under hot water and bringing it back to me. I tried to take it from him, knowing I really needed to clean up. I could feel both their cum between my legs, and my entire body was a mess of sweat and massage oil.

But he wouldn’t let me do it myself. He ran the towel over every inch of me, rinsing it out once then putting it between my legs.

He got fresh ones for him and Lynx, and he cleaned off while he watched me. “What do you want to eat?”

I didn’t say “nothing” because my stomach had made it obvious I was starving. “Anything in the kitchen is fine.”

He shook his head. “You just took both of us at once. You get whatever food you want. Chinese? Indian?”