I could feel Gareth’s fingers on my slit, tracing the dripping bare folds, and I hummed around Foster’s cock, waiting for him to plunge in. I moaned loudly around Foster’s shaft, eagerly slurping on him and swirling my tongue around his fat cock-head as Gareth slowly pressed his head against my hot center. He grunted as he slid inside, and I moaned like a madwoman around the cock in my mouth as he slowly drove every insanely thick inch of his big cock deep into my tight pussy.
My hands gripped the side of the metal tub with white knuckles, my breath coming in rasping hitches as Gareth began to fuck me in slow, steady strokes. Foster’s hands went to my hair, tangling in it and guiding me up and down his cock as I hungrily slurped at him.
Gareth’s fingers clutched at my hips, digging into the skin there as he slid in and out of my freshly shaved pussy with powerful thrusts. His grooved hips hit my ass with every thrust, and the pulsing throb of his cock so deep inside of me drove me wild. He reached down between my legs and let his fingertip flick gently back and forth over my aching clit, making me shudder and moan.
Foster’s head was thrown back as he groaned, reaching down to play with my nipples as Gareth’s thrusting brought me down on Foster’s cock again and again. I could feel him growing even thicker in my mouth, somehow even harder, and I knew he was as close as I was.
Gareth’s thick cock was deep in my pussy and his finger on my clit. Foster’s fingers on my nipples sent shivers of pleasure through me and the two of them together were pushing me quickly towards the edge. I felt so damn sexy, and slutty in the best possible way with my shaved little pussy and two gorgeous, hung men fucking me in ways I’d barely conceived of before.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come, Cassandra,” Gareth groaned, fucking me harder and faster, his balls slapping my clit on every thrust.
He drove in deep, hitting some amazing spot just inside, and suddenly, I went off like a shot. I pulled back from Foster and cried out, my whole body seizing and trembling as I went tipping over the edge and fell deliriously into my orgasm. I could feel Gareth tense behind me and suddenly plunge in all the way, and then I moaned again as I felt his huge shaft tremble and throb deep within me as he unleashed rope after rope of hot cum deep into my pussy.
In front of me, Foster grunted and pulled me back to his cock. I sucked him inside hungrily just as he groaned loudly. His hot, sticky cum filled my mouth, and I moaned as I swallowed every thick jet of it .
Slowly, Gareth eased out of me. The two men helped flip me around and gently eased me back into the tub before they slid down into the water themselves.
“Holy fuck, girl.” Gareth whistled lowly, dropping his head back against the edge.
I giggled. “Oh, that? Yeah, I do that with all my kidnappers.”
He grinned as he threw an arm over my shoulders and pulled me close.
“Zane’s going to be pissed Mitch had him running errands today,” Foster said with a chuckle. “I know he’d have loved to be a part of that.”
Something shivered wickedly inside of me at the thought of not just two of them, but all three of the tattooed outlaws taking me at the same time.
I thought about it later that night, after they’d brought me back to my cell, both of them kissing me fiercely and making sure I knew they’d be there in the morning with more information and plans on how they were going to get me out.
But that’s all I could think about as I laid awake on the cot.
Not one, or two of them.
Three of them.
Three big, gorgeous, dominant, bikers having their complete way with me all at the same time.
God, how was that even possible?
As it turns out, I didn’t have long to wait to find out…
Chapter 13
It was cold later in the small cell. I think that’s what woke me.
I let my eyes adjust to the light, pulling the one blanket I’d been given up over myself. Foster and Gareth had given me hospital-style scrub pants and a tank-top to wear after my bath earlier — an improvement from the shift-dress, but still not exactly warming.
What was warming though, was thinking about earlier. The thought of the two men and what’d happened in that tub earlier was enough to get me much warmer, but there was also what they’d said before they left.
They were going to get me out of here.
I didn’t know how, and I actually didn’t think they did either. But knowing someone was on my side and wanted to help was keeping me going.
Even if I still didn’t know what was happening to me here.
There was a click of a lock, and a squeak of a doorknob, and the door to the cell opened.
Zane stepped in.
“Hey,”
I smiled, sitting up a little on the bed. “Hey yourself.”
“Brought you a blanket.”
“Oh my God, thank you.”
He came and sat on the edge of my cot, unrolling the big, thick blanket and draping it over me.
“Thank you.”
“Not a problem.”
He leaned over me, propped up on his arm and looking down into my face. “You smell nice.”
I grinned. “Thanks.”
“Heard you got quite the scrub down earlier.”
My face went red as I pulled the blanket up over it. Zane just chuckled though, pulling it back down and grinning at me. “Me and Foster and Gareth share everything.”
“Everything, huh?”
His eyes burned into mine, glinting wickedly. “I think you know a thing or two about that by now.”
The flush came back to my cheeks and I sat up. “Zane, can you…” I trailed off and looked away. “Never mind.”
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
“Yes.”
I glanced back at him curiously. “Yes what?”
“Yes, I can sit and stay with you awhile.”
I smiled. “I don’t need you to.”
“No but you want me to.”
“You kidnapped me,” I shot back. I meant it as a joking jab, but I could see his face harden.
“I’m not going to pretend we’re nice guys.”
“Nice guys don’t kidnap people.”
“Look, we had no idea it was you, Cassandra.”
“That matters?”
He looked me over for a second, nodding slowly. “I’d like it to.”
“And what if you’d known, would you have said no?”
“After meeting you?”
I nodded. “Yeah. Would you have still taken a job of kidnapping me?”
He shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine.
“Not a fuckin’ chance.”
I smiled.
“C’mere, you still look cold.”
He suddenly pulled me tight against him, wrapping the blanket around us as he pulled me up and almost into his lap. Broad, muscular arms surrounded my much smaller body, hugging me close and making me feel protected.
God, he smelled good. He smelled masculine, and the scent of him somehow brought back everything that’d happened that first night with him and Foster. I felt my whole body tingle as I nestled into him, feeling much warmer against his hard, chiseled body.
I grinned as I felt his lips brush my ear.
“What are you doing?”
“Keeping you warm,” he growled.
Yeah, I was warm alright.
I took a shaky breath as his lips trailed across my ear, and I could suddenly feel the hot bulge of his cock pressing against my back as I sat against him between his legs.
“Is that the only thing you’re doing?” I whispered shakily, my breath catching as his lips dropped to my neck.
“Nope,” he growled. “That’s not the only thing we’re doing at all, Cassandra.” His hands slid down my arms and over my hips, pulling my ass back tight against his cock.