The Death Lords, Volumes 1-3: His Wild Desire, Her Secret Pleasure, Their Private Need (25 page)

Easy directs me to climb onto his bike and he hands me a helmet that they bought for me at the Harley store.

"We'll have this repainted for you when we get home."

I notice for the first time that both Easy and Michigan's helmets have the Death Lords logo as do their bikes. Swallowing past the lump of happiness in my throat, I nod. "That sounds good." My voice croaks a little and they both busy themselves as if they're afraid if they acknowledge the emotionalism of the moment, I'll start crying. And they might be right but I swallow back the tears of happiness and hop onto the bike.

Easy tugs my arms so that I'm snug against his back, my thighs hugging his. We ride down a street called American Boulevard. At times, Easy reaches down and squeezes my knee.

Back at the hotel, the guys dump my packages in the corner. Michigan drops into the sofa but Easy climbs onto the bed and crooks a finger at me.

"Come over and kiss me, Little Red. Shopping has made me horny."

"Everything makes you horny," Michigan snorts.

I don't care what makes him horny. I only appreciate his open affection. After I take my new boots off, I crawl onto the bed next to him and offer my lips up. At first our kiss is soft and lazy, more sweetness than lust. His big hand cradles my head as he explores the interior of my mouth, licking the roof, pressing against the sides of my cheeks and tapping my teeth with surprising strength. The squishy bed dips, signaling Michigan has joined us. His presence on the bed shoots our caresses from warm into red hot.

The rasp of someone's zipper is cannon loud in the quiet room and then I see denim-covered legs near my head.

Easy breaks away from my mouth and when I turn toward Michigan, his big hard penis is out. On the tip is a drop of milky fluid bisecting the flushed head. I want that and I realize with these two I can take what I want without judgment. Rising on my knees I lean forward and lick it off.

"Open up, sweetheart," orders Michigan hoarsely. When I do, the thick head of his cock is pushed between my lips. This time, he removes his hand, allowing me to set the pace, determine how much I can take. I'm only able to get half of his length inside my mouth before my gag reflex kicks so I mimic his previous actions and cup the base of the shaft in my hands. Between my hands and my mouth, I start sucking in long strokes.

Michigan twists a light hand in my hair making sure that his view of me swallowing him is unobstructed.

In the meantime, Easy is making quick work of my jeans and new lace panties. He fondles me between my legs with two sure swipes.

"Little Red must be horny too because, shit, you are dripping on my hand."

Another time I might have been embarrassed but I know by now this is a compliment. They love that I'm wet and ready for them. Boldly I shake my butt at him.

He wastes no time in entering me. I moan around Michigan's penis and the vibration must feel good because his grip tightens in my hair.

Easy has a palm flat on my low back and another on my hip as he thrusts into me. Each push of Easy's body drives me harder against Michigan. His hand in my hair tightens, pulling my head back and holding me firmly so I don't choke.

In my mouth, Michigan's shaft swells and thickens.

"I’m going to come, sweetheart," he warns. I don't care. I want to swallow his essence when Easy comes inside my sex. I want to be full up with their sperm until I'm overflowing. I suck harder, massaging the length I can't fit in my mouth, using my saliva as lubrication.

Easy reaches around to pluck at my clitoris. Delirium sets in. The onslaught of sensation sweeps me up as Michigan explodes in my mouth, spurting hard and hot jets of sperm all over my tongue. I swallow as much as I can but soon I feel Easy's orgasm as his strokes become wetter and jerkier. He falls onto his back and pulls me with him. I lie against his chest and his hips pump upwards. Michigan falls between our legs and sucks my clit into his mouth. He doesn't care that his face is close to Easy's penis and sack or that his mouth may come in contact with it. His only focus is on making sure I find my own satisfaction.

I'm helpless under their onslaught with Easy's still hard penis inside me and Michigan's mouth licking and sucking as if he hadn't eaten a dozen times at the mall. They are devouring me with their bodies and it is
perfect.
I scream out my own release, shaking and trembling as they force me over the cliff, holding my hands as we all jump into the vortex of pleasure.

• • •

I’m a noodle when they’re done with me and they offer to do their club business and come back for me but I’m curious so I muster up my reserve of energy and dress in the clothes they bought me. I wear a thong which feels weird. I guess the only thing I like up my butt is their penises. The thought makes me laugh.

This time I ride behind Michigan and I get that they want me to trade off which makes sense. We arrive at a rundown house in a bad neighborhood. Decay shows in the peeling paint, the trampled grass and the black plastic bags taped over the window openings. Inside the house smells stale. Cigarette smoke, spilled beer and I’m not sure what else. Michigan looks like he wants to lift me up and carry me out.

There’s no actual show like at the granary but there are women here with short shorts and tight tank tops that have
Harley
across the top.

They are busting out and I’m feeling my own lack distinctly. Feeling quite shy and out of place in my tight new jeans and T-shirt. I have my leather cuff on each wrist though. One from Michigan and one from Easy and those pieces of leather provide a lot of comfort. No one else is wearing one so I wonder if this is just a Death Lords thing. Another girl is wearing a smaller leather cut which has a patch that says "Property of Can Can."

A guy about my age pops up when we step across the threshold. Easy taps the offered fist and nods but says nothing. Instead he and Michigan are taking in everything.

"Thanks for coming. Can I get you something?" the boy asks awkwardly.

"Beer’s fine," Michigan says.

"And for your…girl?"

“Beer’s fine for her too.”

A jerk of his chin and another guy, not wearing a leather vest, runs up with three bottles. Everyone else here has a plastic cup. I guess it's a sign of respect.

“You got this?” Easy asks. After Michigan nods, Easy disappears with the boy who greeted us. Michigan takes my hand and walks into the living room. Even the drunk people understand to step out of his way. We find an empty table toward the back and Michigan rests against it, placing me between his legs.

“What’s going on?”

“He’s going to talk to the club pres. He’s about twenty-five and inherited a bad deal. There are older men here that are too dumb to lead, but not interested in following either.”

The beer is cold but I’m not used to the taste so I set it aside.

Michigan chuckles.

“Are you laughing at me?”

“Myself,” he says. “I’ve all sorts of misconceptions and assumptions and you’re blowing them all away.”

“In a good way?”

“The best.”

He leans down and kisses my neck which makes me crazy. Someone cranks up the stereo and the bass thumps up through the thin floorboards. Once the music begins, the girls start dancing. They writhe together in sinuous and sexy forms reminding me of the strippers at the granary. It’s dark in here and it’s more shapes than anything, hints at eroticism instead of an outright display of flesh.

“Would you like to put on a show here?” Michigan whispers in my ear.

The thought makes me squirm. Seeing all those eyes on me? Feeling like the only hot thing in the room, hotter than the other girls with their big breasts and their tight booty-baring shorts? Yes, yes, I would like to put on a show. “There’s no shame in your body. You have a beautiful body.”

One large hand spans my belly and he moves it upward to cup one small breast, dragging my shirt up. His other hand is on my hip and his fingers are large enough that he can press the tips against my most sensitive areas. The denim bites into my flesh causing me to squeeze that spot between my legs that seems to throb whenever I'm within a twenty-foot radius of my men.

His mouth is doing naughty things on my shoulder. Behind me, nestled into the hollow of my bottom, is his huge erection.

My eyes flutter shut and in my imagination, I see myself dancing but it’s not a crowd in the audience, it’s just Easy and Michigan. They watch me with hungry eyes until their passion overtakes them and they grab me, throwing me on a magically appearing bed.

There’s a commotion in front of me. I open my eyes and see a man with longish hair, the exact color I can’t make out in the dark, staring at me with hot, hungry eyes. I know that look and it’s the look I’ve seen directed at those women. And suddenly the idea of being on display doesn’t excite me as much. I straighten and Michigan’s hand instantly falls away.

My sudden boldness is replaced by awkward discomfort. Michigan settles me into his side.

“You sharing?” the man asks.

Michigan places a hand on my neck. “No.”

No argument. No explanation. Just no.

The guy stands there and stares, his eyes taking off my new clothes and it makes me feel kind of dirty and not in a good way. Michigan takes a menacing step forward and he runs off.

“Sometimes fantasies work real well in your head and not so great playing them out.” Michigan continues to hold my neck, massaging me into a relaxed puddle of flesh. How he reads me so well continually is a surprise.

“How do you know which fantasies work and which don’t?” I ask. He hoists himself onto the table and pulls me onto his lap. I curl up like a kitten and rest my head against the broad wall of his chest.

“You test them out, just like we did here.”

“I wouldn’t want to share you and Easy with anyone but you’d be okay with me dancing nude in front of others?”

“Not really. I’d probably have to have one of the brothers sit on me, but these are your fantasies and I want you to enjoy yourself. Ultimately, you getting turned on would probably turn me on.”

“I was jealous of the attention those girls were getting, I guess. I’ve never been looked at like that.”

“Being watched is a turnoff for lots of folks and there are some, like Easy, that really get off on watching. Nothing wrong with either thing. But the only person I’d ever share with is Easy.” He rubs a hand down my back and continues thoughtfully, “I don’t even want a woman touching you. Having you dance? Having other guys look at you? If that made you feel good, then sure, but touching belongs to me and Easy, yeah?”

I like his possessiveness mixed with his willingness to see me satisfied but I really only would ever need their eyes, their lust and their attention. “Yeah.” I echo his words but put all my conviction behind it. Even in the dark, I can see the answering spark in his eyes. Our connection isn’t broken even when he pulls out his phone, and types something one-handed.

Easy appears as if Michigan conjured him.

“Ready?” he asks.

“Not staying?” says one of the men.

Easy takes one look at me and shakes his head. “Our girl’s worn out.”

“Thought you guys were Death Lords, not Bedlam Butchers,” jokes someone.

“Can you read?” Easy asks, his good humor gone.

“Yeah.”

“Then you know what club we’re with.”

The hecklers shut up immediately and don't say another word as we exit.

“Who are the Butchers?” I ask as I buckle my helmet on.

“Good club out of New Mexico. They’re into sharing. Do everything in pairs.”

“But we’re Death Lords.”

“You’re mine,” I say unthinking.

Michigan and Easy exchange a look. “Yeah, we are.”

When we get back to the room, Easy directs me to take a long bath. He walks in and tosses the leather chaps and a T-shirt on the sink.

“Why don’t you model these for us.”

After I dry off, I realize that the chaps have a waistband and legs but the front of my pelvis and my butt are totally exposed. I search around but find no panties, only the dark gold T-shirt. I don't believe this is a test but an invitation to play and so I screw up my courage and don the chaps and T-shirt. Straightening my shoulders, I walk out as normally as a woman who is totally exposed in her privates can.

In the bedroom, Michigan and Easy are sitting side by side on the sofa. Halfway across the room, the music starts and I catch on. This is my show, if I want to do one.

I start to sway, hoping I don’t look like a fool. Encouraged by their appreciate gazes, I run my hands along my sides and up to catch my breasts. I cup my breasts and then lift the T-shirt off so all I’m wearing is the leather chaps. I slink to the ground and then back up, turning, bending over.

I'm rewarded with swift intakes of breath and when I spin around I see their glittering gazes and the large ridges in their jeans. Their approval emboldens me and I fall into the sexy music. I touch my nipples, stretch my arms above my head, arch my back and then drop my hand between my legs where I'm already ready and wet.

“Place your hands on my legs here and point that ass toward Michigan," Easy orders. Michigan has resettled into the desk chair which he wheels over to the sofa.

I lean over, knowing my ass is entirely exposed. Michigan smooths his hands over my globes and then with a hard push directs me toward Easy's now exposed penis. I lick it from tip to base, tonguing the heavy veins. Michigan lifts me so that my knees are on his legs.

"Take him deep." Michigan's voice is dark and throaty but he has no more orders because his tongue is making long treks between my legs. I open my mouth and swallow Easy's thick penis until it hits the back of my throat. I'm stuffed full of them. Michigan's mouth is relentless, sucking me until I'm out of my mind and Easy's shaft is stroking down into the cavern of my throat. I drink him seed down and as soon as Easy's done coming, Michigan shifts and rams his long, hard rod between my legs and into my butt. Incredibly, Easy is hard again or maybe he never fully softened. I don't know anything anymore. Michigan stands and Easy grabs my dangling legs. He proceeds to work into my sex until I'm stretched and full on all sides. My body is burning and the only place I can quench the fire is through the touch of these men. Somehow we manuever to the bed where I straddle Easy while 
Michigan's big body covers my back. My breasts nearly suffocate Easy, and Michigan's hands almost break the headboard as we whirl inside the tornado of pleasure created by the endlessly thrusts and strokes, the mindless kisses, and the fervent promises to hold each other forever.