Bed of Roses (12 page)

“Fuck, Rose, that’s it. Juice up my dick,” he growled, holding her head still while he thrust upwards, fucking her face. Before he got too close he pulled back, smiling at her swollen lips and hungry eyes. She licked her lips, smacking them together.

“Mmm. You taste good,” she mumbled.

“Damn, woman, you kill me.” He loved hearing her talk dirty. It seemed so wrong coming from someone so pure, and made him want her that much more knowing he turned her dirty. He picked her up under her arms and laid her chest down on the bed with her legs hanging off, and parted them wide.

Once she was in position, he dropped down behind her and shoved his face in her crotch, licking up and down her slit from her ass to her clit. “Aaaaah!” she hollered. “Yes! Tonto! Yes!” He paused at her words. “Please!” she begged. He had never thought enough to tell a woman his real name and hearing his road name fall from the lips of the bitches he fucked was natural. But Rose wasn’t a bitch…at least not yet. It didn’t sound right coming from her.

“When you scream my name, you call me Tony, not Tonto. Do you understand?” he barked gruffly. He hadn’t intended on sounding like such a dick. She stilled under him, halting her wiggles for contact. He smacked her ass. “I asked you a question. Do. You. Understand?”

She nodded, and whispered, “Yes.”

“What’s my name?” He rubbed his palm over her heated cheek.

“Tony!” she yelled as he smacked her other cheek.

“That’s right. I want you to know who’s fucking you. Who this pussy belongs to.” He thrusted his fingers deep into her, finger fucking her until she exploded, clenching down on his hand so violently he struggled to continue moving while she rode it out. Her orgasm gushed down his hand, coating him with her cream. He pulled his fingers out, placing them to his lips where she could see, and sucked them clean in front of her. Just the naughty act alone had her teetering back on the edge of release. Before she could float back to earth he released her wrists, rubbing the blood back down into them intently before flipping her over.

Tonto crawled up her body and settled atop her, grinding her swollen folds with his throbbing cock. She arched her back slightly and he grinned. “Mmm, so eager. You’re not in charge, baby. Just because I took the cuffs off doesn’t mean you have a say so in anything I do to you tonight.” She groaned, wiggling against him in a tease. “It killed me seeing you in that man’s arms tonight. You coulda been hurt. What do you think I should do about that?”

“Fuck me?” she asked, earning a bite to her right nipple before he licked it soothingly. The sharp sting had her grinding against him.

“Mmmm. Your teasing will only cost you, baby. I have all night.” He used his hand between their bodies to line the head of his dick up with her hole and pressed in until just the tip breached her channel. “You.” He shoved in a little more. “Are.” He moved a few more inches, giving her half his length. “Mine!” And with the last word, he shoved all the way inside her, slamming against her cervix. Both of his hands rested beside her head as he pulled out slightly. “Now eyes on me. I want you to see who is fucking you when I make you explode on my dick over and over until you beg me to stop.”

Her eyes locked with his, seeing the same desperation she felt. He pumped in and out of her, fucking her hard and deep until she felt another orgasm blossom. As the heat spread through her womb, mounting higher and higher, he kissed her lips gently in a perfect contrast. In that kiss, he said all the things left unspoken between them, and she opened her heart.

Rose’s body thrashed underneath him as he hung on and rode her orgasm out, fighting his own release. When the tremors eased, he slowed his tempo, keeping at a painstakingly infuriating rhythm that had her body begging for a little extra something to send her back into the throws of passion. It took every ounce of his concentration for him to take the time to enjoy the sweet sensations her body created with every little clench and squeeze her body gave to his cock. Her eyes were heavily hooded and full of emotion that words couldn’t express. How had one woman sunk under his skin so badly? He leaned down and brushed his lips to hers, groaning when her hands grazed down his back to his ass. Her fingernails dug in his flesh, encouraging him to take what he needed.

“Please, Tony.” Her words came out on a whisper against his lips in a desperate plea. He couldn’t take it. A low grumble rumbled out of his chest and he leaned up on his knees, raising her hips with his hands.

“I’m gonna fill your tight little cunt with my cum, baby.” He pulled her ass up higher, angling her just right where he got the maximum penetration and he gave in to the need that raged inside. Over and over he pounded inside her, matching her moans with grunts of his own. When her pussy clenched down on his dick, he exploded. Her body milked him greedily as spurt after spurt of his seed shot into her. Her orgasm rolled on, lost in the screams of his name as he let her ride it out before falling on top of her exhausted.

Rose couldn’t catch her breath. All of the worry and troubles were momentarily silenced, allowing her to just…feel. The secure heaviness of his body atop hers, protecting her. The rise and fall of his chest against hers. His warm breath against her neck. The hard press of his still semi erect dick inside her, twitching. Despite the intense orgasmic rollercoaster he had just given her, her body tingled still from the sensitivity and she felt herself wanting…no, needing…more. From the lack of limpness going on inside her, she couldn’t help but wonder if he did too.

The dip of the bed beside them subsided all of those thoughts and feelings, scaring the shit out of her. “Eeeeek! What the fuck!” She fought to get free, unsure what was going on. Fear gripped her throat. Wild scenarios flooded her thoughts, making her buck and twist to free herself. Had someone been watching, waiting for a turn? Did they expect her to make the rounds and fuck them all now? God, what if Tonto had told them he was bringing her? She knew how the other girls were, but she couldn’t ever be like that. Sex may just be sex, and no matter how much she hoped deep down that this had been more than that, the realism of it was, there wasn’t much of a chance of her being more than a piece of ass to him.

“Dammit, asshole!” Tonto growled. He moved where she could turn her head to see who their uninvited guest was and her fright eased.

“God that was hot, baby.” Sandman sprawled out beside them. “You got my dick aching to get inside your pussy.”

Rose tried not to panic. She glanced over to the door, noticing for the first time that it stood wide open for all the world to see. Who else had watched? Hell, who else was standing in line? All of the good feelings she had were gone. She needed to get out of here, and fast.

“I don’t know h-h-how things work, but I’m not into the whole gangbang or train shit so I’m sorry if that was the plan. I need to go. Now.” She twisted under Tonto again, using all her strength against his massive weight. When he arched an eyebrow and didn’t budge, she felt the tears welling up in her eyes. Had she been wrong? She suddenly felt like nothing more than a cheap gutter slut whore.

“Let her up.” Sandman didn’t move, but was curious if she would run. He had seen the difference in Prez, and if what he suspected to be true, it was time to test her himself. It didn’t take him verbalizing what he was thinking. The two had been friends long enough, he could tell without them discussing it. Tonto looked at him knowingly and nodded. He rolled off and let her free, waiting. If she wasn’t open to being with them both, there was nothing to decide. They had made an agreement long ago that if they ever decided to claim a woman, it would be together. He had been waiting, watching. Rose had been on his radar since the first day he had seen her in the diner but she didn’t seem like the hot little sex kitten she turned out to be.

Rose jumped up, unsure what to do. She didn’t have a ride home. Sandman didn’t force himself on her, and there wasn’t a crowd at the door like she had expected. So, what the hell was going on? She looked first at Tonto then at Sandman and lowered her gaze. She fought the trembles that arose, reaching for her strewn clothing. As she reached down to pick up her bra, regret filled her. Truth be told, she didn’t want to leave. Before she straightened back up with the under garment in her hand, Tonto sat up, his naked body fully exposed. “Stop. Come here, Rose.” Tonto’s command turned into more of a request, one she couldn’t quite wrap her brain around. He sounded almost afraid she’d walk away. But, why?

Rose dropped her bra and found herself walking back over to him. He patted the bed between them and she crawled up, not sure why or what to expect but knew if she didn’t, it would be something she would forever regret. Her emotions were a hurricane, erratically changing and jumbled but the pull they had on her was undeniable. They didn’t attack her, or push themselves on her. Instead, Sandman only looked at her…and looked…and looked… From her toes to her nose, he got a full intake of her in all of her naked glory. Instead of grabbing for the covers to hide, she felt somewhat exhilarated by it. If his expression was any indication, he liked what he saw. When his eyes finally met hers, the fire in them was undeniable. None of them spoke about the elephant that weighed heavily on the room but then again, Rose didn’t take either of them for ones who would discuss feelings or emotions. They probably didn’t know how. It was obvious by their reluctance that this was new to them too. Was she reading them wrong? She went from one extreme to another, trying to figure out what they wanted…or what to make of the bigger picture. They were bikers. From all she had seen growing up from the different men that frequented her mother’s bed weekly, none of them were capable of anything more than a quick lay. She couldn’t stop the words before they flew out of her mouth. “I’m not my mother. I don’t want a meal ticket, and I won’t sleep with everyone in the damn club.” Her face heated immediately at her out burst. Neither of them spoke, but she noticed the small smile that played at the corners of their mouths in unison. The silence made matters worse. She wanted to crawl in a hole and hide. When she finally got the courage to move and get the hell out of there before it was a total mess, Sandman gently grabbed her by the hand.

“We don’t want you to sleep with anyone. Just us.” Sandman’s lack of verbal skills only confused her more. What was he saying?

“And only us,” Tonto added. Before she could over evaluate the situation more than she already had, he pulled her down on top of him and kissed her. His lips were gentle, unlike before. He took his time, tasting every inch of her mouth. He nipped her lip playfully, showing her another side to the big bad biker. She was totally oblivious to the fact Tonto was watching them until she caught him out of the corner of her eye and tried to jerk away. Tonto’s hand fell on her back, rubbing up and down reassuringly.

“Mmm, that’s so fucking hot. Now it’s my turn to watch, baby.” Tonto scooted over close enough he could reach her better and ran his hand up her thigh, tracing soft little circles up to her bare ass. What she didn’t expect was the smack that came down on her derriere. She jumped, only to be stilled when Sandman deepened the kiss. He took possession of her, pushing her against his erection. The rough material rubbed against her sensitized clit giving her a chill up her spine. Tonto spanked her again, this time peppering her ass like he had earlier. By the fourth smack she had fallen back into the same lust fog as before. “That’s it, baby. Now help Sandman out of his clothes. I wanna see him buried in you.” Her hands moved between them, clumsily disrobing him as much as she could and used her toes to shove his pants down to his ankles where he could kick them off.

“God, Rose.” He yanked his shirt up over his head, tossing it to the side. One hand laced in her hair, pulling her down harder. She dominated the kiss, taking it even deeper. The stinging on her ass only added to the fire that had sparked back to life. If he wanted a show, she’d give him one he’d never forget. The idea of being watched made her pussy gush down her thighs. Before common sense took hold, she moved along his shaft, sliding his huge girth between her folds.

“Mmm. Fuck that’s hot. You should see her ass, bro.” Tonto watched her rock against Sandman and reached for his dick, stroking with one hand while he gently ran his hand over her heated flesh with the other. She arched into his hand with each ascending thrust of her hips, reveling in the feel of both of them. Pushing it farther, she slowly led Sandman’s hands above his head and held them there, maneuvering herself where the head of his dick rocked against her entrance and sank down, taking all of him. He let out a growl.

“Uh, uh, baby. You can play, but I take the lead role.” He yanked his hands away and grabbed her by the waist, flipping her onto her back. “See? Tonto’s already hard again.” With that, he pulled out and shoved back into her, knocking against her cervix as another orgasm began to build in the pit of her stomach. Long and slow he took her, whispering, “You are fucking gorgeous, baby. This little cunt belongs to us now.” He leaned over and kissed her hard, pulling back abruptly. “These lips are ours.” One hand reached between their damp bodies, finding her pert nipple. He rubbed the rough pad of his thumb over it before pinching lightly, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. “These tits are ours.”

With every claim of her body he made, her desire rose. She tilted her pelvis up, meeting his thrusts. The slow, hard, intense movements and words had her teetering on the edge of another climax. “Does that mean I get to claim you both as mine…and only mine?” she said on a whisper, scared what the answer might be. Neither of them had offered her anything more than a night in their arms, but their actions spoke louder than words. Rose said a silent prayer she had interpreted the evening right and wasn’t making a total fool of herself.

“Yeah, baby girl. For now.” His voice was sweet, matching the movements that were more as if he were making love to her and not fucking her while his buddy watched. She released the breath she didn’t realize she had been holding and began to pant with need. In a sick twisted way, she knew right then that there was no turning back. She was falling in love with them both.