Free Taken by Two Bikers by Jasmine Black Page B

hum. In a split second, he’d kicked off his leather boots, removed his leather jacket, gloves and his white T-shirt exposing his broad, bare chest laced with muscles. He stepped closer to me, and his hands spanned my waist. The heat from his body crashed against me like an inferno and my heart began an uncontrollable pound.
    “I’ve missed you like crazy, Zoe,” he whispered. His gaze was so intense it shot shivers through me.
    “I missed you too,” I whispered back.
    Boy, did I ever. My gaze dropped over his corded chest muscles to the crisp dark hair that arrowed beneath the waistband of the tight leather pants he wore. I noticed the prominent bulge between his thighs.
    “May I undress you?” he whispered.
    Like he needs permission?
    “You can do anything you want to me,” I replied, surprised at how breathless my voice sounded.
    “Why are you suddenly so accommodating, Zoe? You do realize what I’m asking, don’t you?” Gil said in an ultra-thick voice. Curiosity twinkled in his eyes.
    “I want you, Gil. You and Joel.” I meant it too. I wanted to lose myself in their arms tonight. I’d think about reality in the morning.
    There wasn’t even a flinch of jealousy on Gil’s face that I admitted I wanted another man having sex with me. Heck, truth be told, I fantasized about sex with more than one guy many times even before he’d mentioned it.
    My co-worker and friend, Jean, who worked with me at the diner, had sex with two doctors whenever she went to their office. Their controversial stress release methods worked wonders for her. Having my car die on me tonight had been stressful, these two guys were going to make me forget all my troubles.
    My thoughts snapped to what was happening now as Gil swept his fingers along the side of my breast. The waitress outfit I wore was made of a light material and I could feel the heat of his touch permeating the clothing and melting into my flesh.
    I shuddered at his touch.
    “You sure are primed, Beauty.”
    Gil’s fingers swept ultra-light across the tight fabric over my chest. He stopped at the lace that held the bodice of my uniform together. With one pull, the string loosened. I wore no bra, mainly because not wearing one accented my breasts, allowing my nipples to be prominent against the cloth. I found it got me more tips from the male customers.
    I held my breath as he eased the outfit open, bringing the straps down over my shoulders.
    We both inhaled as my breasts sprang free. They were deliciously heavy and getting heavier as Gil stared at them. He licked his bottom lip, leaving a glistening trail.
    “So sweet,” he whispered.
    I trembled as I remembered how much Gil liked to suckle my nipples.
    Behind me, the door to room opened. I could hear Joel’s heavy breathing as he stepped into the room. To my surprise, Gil moved away and Joel came around to my front.
    Oh wow .
    Joel was naked. Toned muscles laced his chest and arms. His giant serpent of a shaft was fully erect. The mushroom-shaped head was engorged with blood, the stalk unbelievably thick — it looked like it was almost ten inches. I’d never seen a man so well-hung. A wicked fire ignited deep inside my pussy. I creamed warmly. I wanted him. I wanted both of them. I wanted them thrusting their cocks inside me.
    Now .
    As if Joel could read my thoughts, he smiled knowingly.
    “Easy, girl. Patience. Good things come to those who wait.”
    I nodded numbly. Joel moved in closer, but not close enough for his shaft to touch me. His breath smelled faintly of beer. His breathing was shallow and labored as his head lowered.
    Lightning streaked through me as Joel’s mouth covered my erect nipple, sucking me. I threw my head back, inhaling deeply at the forbidden sensations rocking me.
    Behind me, Gil grabbed my hands, his fingers intertwining tightly with mine. He brought my arms behind my back, allowing my breasts to thrust forward against Joel’s mouth.
    Moans and gasps swept past my lips as Gil