Cash's Fight(108)

She gazed up trustingly at Cash, feeling Train’s finger splay open the fleshy lips of her pussy.

“Let’s see how well I did.”

While Cash’s hand swept down to her breast, the mirrored tiles held her attention as Train’s tongue explored her softly, barely making contact with her skin. Being trapped between two highly sexual males raised a carnality which had her pressing against him, asking for a firmer touch.

Cash lifted her slightly off her feet, holding her around her waist while Train lifted one of her thighs, placing it over his shoulder. He then slid his hand to her ass, clutching the fleshy globe.

Rachel gasped at his grip. He was the quietest of The Last Riders, but she had observed him. He always treated the women respectfully, but he never took the bullshit that others took. Crash had carelessly dropped Stori when he was goofing around and Train had flipped out, knocking Crash to the floor as payback. There was something attractive about a man who was so protective over women.

Cash’s knuckles teased her nipples while Train’s tongue played with her clit, delving into the bundle of nerves before sucking it into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth. Rachel was about to orgasm when Cash turned off the water, breaking the temporary spell she had let herself fall into.

When Train opened the shower door and grabbed a towel, Rachel wanted to wail, thinking she wasn’t going to come. The men soon disabused her of that thought.#p#分页标题#e#

Cash let Train dry her off before possessively taking her away and carrying her to the bed, laying her down. Then Cash climbed onto the bed next to her, leaning against the headboard.

“Come here.”

Tentatively, she inched closer to him, unable to miss his hard cock.

“You know what I like?” he inquired demandingly.

Rachel nodded, opening her mouth and going down on him.

She felt Train climb onto the bed behind her, positioning her ass in the air, facing him.

“Been teaching her a lesson?” Train asked, smoothing a hand over her pink bottom.

“Always,” Cash said between gritted teeth.

Rachel let her teeth glide over his cock at his arrogant behavior. Her action resulted in a rough hand in her hair, lifting her from his cock.

“Vixen, the next time you try to threaten me with those sharp teeth when you have my cock in your mouth, your ass will be on fire for a week. Got me?”

“She misbehaving?” Train asked, sliding his cock between her thighs.

Rachel stiffened.

“Yes, she is. And right now, she’s pissing me off. Look at me, Rachel. Train and every man in this club knows there is only one dick going in that pussy, and it’s mine.”

Rachel didn’t relax, still nervous, but Train scooted closer to her and began to move. His fingers parted the slick flesh, letting his cock slide across her.

Rachel’s hand fluttered against Cash’s hips as he slid his cock to the back of her throat as Train’s thick cock butted against her clit.

No sound escaped as Cash and Train both rode her hard, neither of them allowing her any leeway, driving her to an orgasm which flung her to the sky as both men stroked themselves to their own release.

Rachel lifted her head, giving Cash a final lick with her tongue, seeing him shudder at the erotic touch.

Train moved away to the bathroom, coming back with a clean cloth. Cash laid a possessive hand on her belly as Train cleaned her. When he was done, he took the cloth to the bathroom while Rachel lay satiated on the bed, refusing to let the full consequences of her behavior hit her yet.

“Going somewhere?” Cash’s voice stopped Train from going out the door. “You can stay.”

Rachel was hauled closer to his side as Train climbed back on the bed.

She didn’t know how she felt about sharing a bed with two men; her mind and body were both exhausted. She lay cuddled against Cash’s side with Train’s warmth at her back.

“Go to sleep, Rachel.” Cash’s groggy voice settled her nerves momentarily.

The night she had dreaded had ended differently than she had expected. She had promised herself to experiment with the part of herself she had always fantasized about, but not even her imagination could have taken her as far as she had gone.

She managed to doze off, only to be woken a short while later for another round with the two men. Afterward, Rachel lay on the bed between the two dozing men, running her hand through her new shortened length, still gasping for breath.

She waited until the men were deeply asleep before climbing out from between them, redressing in Sex Piston’s clothes. She searched for the underwear, but couldn’t find them. The woman was going to be furious with her since it was a matching set; she’d said it was one of Stud’s favorites.