Raw: The Ultimate Mc Collection (83 page)

“Lay down.” I was so thankful to hear him say that, knowing my pretense wouldn't have lasted long. Lying back on the bed below him, I looked up and for the first time noticed the mirror hanging on the ceiling above his bed. How ironic, I thought. I would get to watch, too. It was perfect.

River took the bottle of whiskey from the table, and I watched, mesmerized, as he tipped the bottle over my naked breasts and poured the cold, amber liquid onto my bare skin. I gasped and shivered, but in one swift movement, River put the bottle back on the table and then descended on my waiting body, his full lips and soft tongue working over my tender flesh, licking up every trace of the intoxicating concoction. His mouth felt magnificent, and I shuddered against him, pushing my fingers into his soft hair, pulling his head and mouth and flesh against me.

My legs wrapped around his torso as he kissed my nipples and chest, his tongue trailing up my neck and cheekbones, until his mouth demanded mine, his kiss flaming with heat and whiskey and passion as his tongue entered my mouth, seeking a connection. My entire soul melted beneath him as I succumbed to his desire. I softened below him, submitting to his kiss, his body, his fire.

His kisses turned rough and demanding as he sensed my submission. The hardness between his legs pressed into my naked center, my juices bathing his throbbing cock as he ground his hips into me.

Pulling my mouth from his, I whimpered quietly in his ear.

“Please...”

He pulled away from me, his eyes hungry and devilish.

“Please what?”

“Please fuck me, River...I want you inside me.” I whispered, barely getting the words out.

He pulled away farther, his hair falling around his face as he looked down at me.

“Say it louder, Dixie. Say it loud enough for Colby to hear.”

Colby. I hadn't forgotten about him, but I had been so overwhelmed by River's delicious mouth that I simply hadn't been able to think about him. But he had been right there watching the whole time. My pussy clenched at the sound of his name.

“Fuck me, River! I need your cock. I want you inside me while Colby watches you fuck me. Please. Please!” I said it loudly, looking at them both, the yearning filling my eyes.

River smiled down at me and Colby tipped his head to me.

“My pleasure, Dixie. Fuck her hard, River.”

River pulled back, lining up his huge cock with my waiting, slick pussy and sank into me in one smooth thrust. My head fell back, his fullness overtaking every ounce of my being as he began sliding into me, slowly at first, and then quickening his long, hard thrusts until he was hammering into me quickly and roughly. I wrapped my legs around him tightly, holding on for the ride. My hands clawed at his rippling back, and I thrust my hips up to meet his powerful hardness.

When I opened my eyes, I gasped in pleasure as I saw the mirror overhead. Each time River sunk his cock into me, his ass clenched and moved with such grace and deliberation - it was poetic. The mirror only served to turn me on even more and my pussy clenched onto him, quivering around him tightly as I watched him fuck me.

My gaze traveled over to Colby and I smiled when I saw that he had taken off his clothes and was now sitting in the chair stroking his massive hard cock. His black eyes were intense and full of animalistic passion as he watched River's cock disappear into my wet pussy. I knew it wouldn't be long before he was joining us on the bed. I licked my lips as I watched his cock throb in his hand.

River pushed into me roughly as he began kissing my neck. I moaned against him, his flesh covered in a silky sheen of sweat as he pounded me from above. He captured my lips in his as he kissed me deeply again.

Pulling back, he pulled out of me, grabbed my curvy hips and turned me over, sinking his hard cock into me again from behind. Holding on to my swaying hips, he began pounding me with raw abandon and strength, causing me to hold on to the wooden headboard of his bed and submit to his delicious assault. His fingers dug into my soft flesh as he fucked me savagely.

My body was on fire with unbridled passion and I melted into the bed, opening myself up to his vicious and delightful needs, letting him use my flesh in whatever beastly ways he desired. And I loved it. He brought me to the edge over and over, sensing with expert intuition when I was close to going over it and pulling back and stopping me every time. I had almost given up trying to find any release, happy to enjoy the journey without any hope of a destination, when I felt movement beside me.

Colby.

His cock was a beautiful specimen of thick, throbbing manhood and when I looked next to me and saw it standing at attention inches from my face, I opened my mouth eagerly. His soft flesh caressed my lips and traveled over my tongue, at once both hard and soft, rough and delicate. I twirled my tongue around his shaft, his faint musk filling my senses as I tasted him. Slowly fucking my mouth, his hands pulled my head into him, his hips thrusting against me.

The moans of both men swirled above me as they used my body, filling me up with their masculinity, hammering into me faster and harder, showering me with their raw, savage desires. Over and over they pushed and pulled at me, fucking me with a ferocious strength until the pain and the pleasure mingled together and became indistinguishable. Passion flowed over us as we exploded together simultaneously. Colby pushed his cock deep into my mouth, his thick juices coating my throat with his warm deliciousness. River's cock swelled inside of me, his juices spilling into my spasming pussy, searing me with his scorching heat.

Spent and ravaged, the three of us fell onto the bed together, the two most sensual men I had ever seen lying on either side of me. We looked up into the mirror together, smiles on our faces.

“So,” I whispered, “that's what it feels like to be watched. I liked it.”

Laughing, they pushed up against me, their hardening cocks wet against my thighs, ready to devour me once again.

CHAPTER EIGHT

“Without obsession, life is nothing.” ~John Waters

I could hear the birds chirping outside and feel the sun on my naked skin, but I was afraid to open my eyes, afraid to find out last night had been a dream, and I was really just laying in my warm, boring bed at my warm, boring house. I didn't want to be there, and my memories of last night were so amazing, that before I could open my eyes to witness my reality, I said a little prayer that what I remembered had in fact not been a dream. A wonderful, delicious dream.

Licking my swollen lips, I opened my eyes and smiled with relief.

The first thing I saw was the mirror over the bed. It was definitely not a dream.

The mirror was marvelous. It had proven to be quite the accessory last night as I watched River mount me, his sculpted ass flexing gracefully with every stroke. His ass was like a damned artist, all on its own. The muscles moved like a perfectly choreographed ballet. My ass wasn't bad, but it wasn't anything like his. But I had the distinct pleasure of watching it dance, and the brilliantly mounted mirror above his bed provided me with the best view in town. I didn't mind one bit. Who needed the ballet when you had River, the president of the local motorcycle club, The Outlaws, sinking his cock into you over and over at the same time that his vice president watches from the sidelines to teach you a lesson? Not this woman.

At first I was afraid. Shaking in my boots, about-to-pee-my-pants terrified! But last night, when I woke up tied to River's bed after he found me spying outside his window in his most private of moments and seeing the look on his face as his emotions drifted from anger to lust, not to mention the growing package between his muscular thighs, well - my fear disappeared.

And then I was hungry. Once I realized I was safe, and they weren't going to chop me up into a million pieces or brand me by tattooing their logo on my ass, the only thing left to do was enjoy myself. I took everything they had to give me throughout the whole night, and it wasn't only the lips on my face that were pleasantly bruised and swollen this morning.

Colby was just icing on the cake. I knew I had hit the jackpot when he showed up. I had fantasized about this moment for months, watching them both from across the street, standing there biting my lip, and thrusting out my swinging hip, twirling my hair and daydreaming about how it would feel to be naked and pressed up against the leather jackets of the men across the street at Outlaw Repair.

Mostly, I wondered what they would smell like and what those tattoos looked like up close.

And now I knew. Smiling up at the mirror, I took a mental picture to remember forever. I had no idea what the day held, but right now, lying here in this huge four poster bed sandwiched between two sleeping giants...two incredibly dangerous, yet handsome, giants with monstrous cocks, rippling muscles and the ability to fuck that is on a level that should be outlawed....right now, in this moment, everything was perfect.

River was on my left, his thick thigh thrown over mine and his arm draped across my chest. Colby was lying on my right, completely uncovered. He was sleeping deeply, they both were, but Colby's cock was swollen and hard. I was surprised. We had been fucking all night but obviously neither of them were lacking in testosterone. They were masculine and rough, raw, yet skillful, as they both devoured my tender flesh, leaving no inch of skin untouched, fucking me throughout the night in each and every way that they pleased. I had never experienced sex like that before. Raw, unabashed, wanton passion unleashed in the most savage of ways.

Colby's eyes burned into me, breaking me into a million pieces and putting me back together all at once. All these years, I had been watching people, when I truly just wanted to be seen. I shuddered when I remembered the feel of his gaze raking across us as River first began hammering into my tender pussy.

It was the most amazing night of my life. And by the looks of Colby's sleeping, yet growing cock, it just might be a pretty good morning, too. I rubbed my legs together as I felt the wetness seeping down my legs, smiling up at the reflection of my good fortune. How did I get so lucky?

My stirring woke the sleeping giants and they came to life simultaneously. Coming at me from both sides, their mouths moved over my skin as I smiled and pulled them into me. Colby crawled on top of my sleepy body, his need obviously urgent and strong. He didn't waste any time, his hardness driving into me quick and rough, my bruised pussy clenching around him tightly.

River's rough hands caressed my curves, lifting my heavy breasts and pinching my nipples hard. My body responded as if I had never been touched before. His touch was electric, and every bone in my body was begging for more. Covering my lips with his own, he kissed me lightly at first, his gorgeous blue eyes flashing as he leaned back and smiled at me, his gaze meeting mine for the first time since we woke up.

He was stunning, even more so than last night, if that was even possible. In those first few moments, his face was veiled in anger and today that was replaced with pure, hungry lust. His lips were swollen, my partner in the kissing battle, and he pressed into me, our lips familiar and yet meeting once again for the first time. It's funny the effect sleep has on lovers. The dark of the night unleashes a different person, one that you won't find there in the morning.

Colby rocked into me, our bodies melting into each other as he moaned, his massive cock sinking into me, filling my hungry center roughly. River's hand trailed down my stomach and his fingers pressed into my throbbing clit, caressing me, circling me, as Colby sped up, pounding into me harder and harder, until we both shuddered, our tension climaxing to an explosive release. Pulling out of me, his wet cock erupted, his seed spilling out onto my quivering stomach as he cried out, his voice gruffly echoing throughout the cabin.

As soon as his orgasm subsided, he fell onto the bed beside me, spent and exhausted. River climbed between my legs, his morning cock ready and engorged, lining up perfectly with my quivering center and entering me swiftly in one smooth, slick move. Colby watched, his fingers pinching my nipples hard as he encouraged River.

“Fuck her hard, River. This little voyeur loves it hard, don't you Dixie?”

His gruff voice in my ear pushed me past my own boundaries, my hips rising to meet each vicious thrust of River's immense cock. Wrapping my legs around him, I tried to pull him deeper inside of me, feeling completely insatiable and savagely fucking back at him harder and harder until the spasms flushed over me, and my slick pussy clenched around him. Slamming into me, he seed coated me with white hot heat, his swollen cock pulsing as he threw his head back and howled with lustful pleasure as his spasms overtook him, pleasure and pain washing over his face in a deliciously stunning show.

I was in heaven and I never wanted to leave this bed, these two amazing men had woken me up to pleasures I didn't know I could experience. They fulfilled needs I didn't even know I had. My entire body was sore and bruised, and I wouldn't have traded it for anything.