As he stood up, her gaze locked on his massive cock. She'd felt that big member in her mouth only moments ago. She remembered the feel of his hot semen filling her. Now her intimate muscles clenched, demanding the feel of that monstrous member driving deep into her.
Steele walked to the side of the room and sat on a faux leather couch, spreading his arms wide and resting them on the cushioned back. His impressive cock stood straight up.
He smiled. "Are you ready to ride?"
The words sent heat washing through her. Rip kissed her shoulder then pressed her forward. She drew in a breath and walked toward Steele. She sat down beside him, aware that the others were now gathered around watching them.
When Steele made no move to touch her, she realized she was supposed to drive. She reached out and grasped his big cock and stroked. Her vagina clenched at the intense yearning for another big cock inside her. She arched her leg over him, straddling his thighs.
"Oh, fuck, stay like that for a second." Steele stared at her breasts. With her perched on her knees, they were right in front of his face. He captured her nipple in his mouth and suckled deeply.
She moaned at the exquisite sensation. He released it, then licked the other. When he sucked that one, she grabbed his cock and rubbed the head against her vagina.
As she lowered herself onto him, he cupped her cheek with one hand and pushed her long hair back from her face. His glittering granite eyes locked with hers and he kissed her as his thick cockhead pushed relentlessly upward, stretching her opening with its girth. His hand cupped the back of her head and he held her to him as his lips moved on hers purposely, and with passion.
Once his whole cockhead was inside her, she stopped and sucked in a deep breath.
He smiled. "Great job." Then he nibbled her lower lip. "Now go all the way," he murmured.
He grasped her hips and pressed her downward, keeping her moving at a slow, but steady speed. His cock was so immense she ached as he entered her. Filling her fuller than she had ever been.
Oh, God, it was incredibly exciting.
Once his cock was fully immersed in her, he drove his tongue deep, mastering her mouth with possessive strokes. Her heart pounded in her chest. He released her mouth and wrapped his hands around her hips.
His gaze locked with hers. "Ready?"
She nodded.
He guided her up, his cockhead caressing her sensitive passage. Then down, his thickness stretching her. He guided her up again, then down.
She continued moving on him, taking his thick cock deep each time. Pleasure rose within her, filling her with heat. She moved faster, riding his cock with smooth, long strokes.
"That's right. Fuck me."
His arms came around her and when she drove down on him, he lifted his pelvis to push deeper inside her. She whimpered at the intensity of the pleasure. She rode him faster and harder. Her body hummed with electric sensations. He cupped her breast and squeezed. She moaned.
"You better hang on, because I'm about to- Fuck!" His pelvis rocked against her and he groaned. She gasped at the feel of him erupting inside her, then pleasure burst through her and she catapulted to heaven.
He kept her body moving in rhythm, pumping her joy higher and higher. She grasped his shoulders, her head lolling back as she wailed in ecstasy.
As the orgasm waned, she squeezed his big cock inside her, milking every last drop of pleasure she could.
Finally, the orgasm subsided, and she collapsed against him.
His big hand stroked her hair from her face, then he cupped her head, holding her close to his muscular chest. She could hear his heart pounding against her ear.
She felt as warm and protected in his arms as she did in Rip's.
God, what was wrong with her? She'd just had sex with four big, rough bikers. Men whom she meant nothing to.
Except she'd felt a connection with each of Rip's friends.
Especially Steele. There was something about the way he kissed her, and a tenderness in how he brushed her hair from her face that touched something inside her.
She could imagine riding with these men. Being a part of their group.
Having sex with them, like this. Regularly.
Her heart pounded at the thought.
"Did we tire you out?" Steele asked, stroking her hair.
She sat up and smiled. "Nothing another drink won't cure."
She pushed herself up. His big cock slid from her body, leaving her feeling empty. Shock had gathered her clothes and handed them to her. She glanced around for the washroom and headed for it. Tina followed her.
Rip stood beside the pool table and took a swig of his beer. He'd wanted to fuck Hayley so bad after she'd sucked Steele's big cock, then immediately moved on to Shock's. The intense arousal he'd felt had demanded satisfaction, but instead of driving into Hayley, he'd moved to Tina and fucked her instead. Wanting to do it right in front of Hayley. Needing to do it in front of her.
He didn't know if he'd been sending her a signal that it didn't matter to him if she walked away tomorrow. Or if he'd been making sure she knew that if she did join them on the ride, that he wouldn't be exclusive to her.
Maybe he needed to drive her away because he felt rejected by her.
But his gut ached at the thought he'd never see her again.
She returned from the washroom, now fully dressed. Tina walked straight to Wild Card and he took her hand. He murmured something in her ear and she smiled and nodded.
"Hey, we're heading out." Wild Card led her to the door.
Storm followed. "Me, too, man. See you tomorrow."
"Yeah, sure. I'll let you out." He followed them to the door and unlocked it, then locked it again once they were outside.
He walked behind the bar and grabbed a drink for Hayley. He wasn't in a rush to get back to the room. Or to have her tell him she wanted to go back to her hotel and spend the night alone.
He walked toward her and handed her the drink. She took a sip, then set it down and leaned against the pool table.
"So did you like that I fucked your friends, or did it make you angry?" she asked.
"You know the answer to that. I found it fucking awesome." But he could tell his sullen tone belied the words.
"But you're jealous."
"Why do you think that?"
She raised an eyebrow.
He tightened his fingers around the cold beer bottle. "Fuck, okay, yeah. But only because you looked at Steele like … I don't know. Like you were in love with him."
She frowned and pushed herself forward. "Let's get this straight. I'm not in love with anyone."
"Yeah?" he challenged. The words stung. It's not that he wanted her to be in love with him, but …
Fuck, maybe he did.
"No," she said, "it's too soon, but … " She stared at him speculatively.
Silence hung between them, grating his nerves.
"But, what, Hayley?"
She stepped close to him. She raised her hand and stroked his cheek with her soft fingertips.
"But that doesn't mean I might not fall in love."
His heart leapt.
God, what kind of an idiot was he? He wanted her to fall for him. Because deep inside, he knew he'd fallen for her.
Hayley watched the emotions wash across Rip's face. Joy swept through her as she saw his eyes glitter with happiness.
"With Steele?" he demanded.
But from the glint in his eye, she knew he was kidding.
"He is pretty spectacular. And what woman wouldn't fall in love with a cock that big?"
"Really?" He grinned. "That's all you care about? Because technique, and knowing exactly what a woman wants, can beat size every time."
"Yes, you've proven that." She stroked the coarse stubble on his cheek again. "But that's not what I care about." She pushed up on her toes and pressed her lips to his. "I do care about you."
His eyes grew fierce and he wrapped his arms around her and dragged her tight to his body. He kissed her passionately, setting her insides buzzing with need. Would she ever tire of wanting this man? When he released her mouth, she gazed up at him.
"I'm just worried," she said, "that if you get jealous when I fuck your friends, that we might have problems this summer."
His gaze intensified. "What are you saying, Hayley?"
She smiled. "I'm saying I want to come with you. If the invitation is still on the table."
"Fuck, yeah, it's on the table. And speaking of table, I plan to fuck you on this one right now."
He unzipped her jeans and stripped them away, then lifted her onto the pool table.
"If she's coming with us, why don't we initiate her right?"
At the sound of Steele's voice, Hayley glanced around to see him returning from the men's room.
She suspected she knew what the initiation was and glanced wide-eyed at Rip.
"I assume you've never had a three-way." Rip's eyes gleamed with anticipation.
She shook her head, a quiver dancing down her spine.
He leaned in and nuzzled her ear. "You up for it?" he murmured.
"Uh … yes." In fact, she ached for it.