The Last Riders: Winter's Touch Part 1

Winter's Touch.

The Last Rider's.

Jamie Begley.

1.

The room was silent as the four men and one woman stared at their cards. They sat at the kitchen table, each concentrating on their hands. Crash, Moon, Rider, and Viper studied their cards with grim intensity, determined to win this hand. A mound of chips lay in the middle of the table.

With two aces, two kings, and a queen, Winter was about to push her remaining chips into the pile, when a loud moan had her looking toward the large room off the kitchen.

"Harder..." A brunette head fell back against Train's shoulder as he f.u.c.ked the woman from The Last Riders' Ohio chapter.

He was sitting on the couch, and Sasha was facing forward on his lap, her legs spread, providing a view for anyone to see. The diamond piercing in her p.u.s.s.y glinted as she lifted her hand to Train's thigh, bracing herself as she went up and down on his c.o.c.k.

Since they were sitting on the long side of the couch, Winter couldn't miss the two f.u.c.king. Neither could Viper, who was sitting on the side of the table that faced the television room.

"Mm... do that again," Sasha moaned.

Train brought his hand to her breast, playing with her nipple that was also pierced. Winter guessed Train hit the spot when her moans sounded louder.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Viper take his eyes off his cards.

"You in?"

At his question, Winter laid her cards down. "I'm out."

Taking a sip of her water, she watched as the men finished their game. She wanted to get up, but she didn't want to leave Viper to watch Sasha getting f.u.c.ked.

Winter played with one of her chips, rolling it back and forth between her fingers.

They had been married long enough for her to know what could get a rise out of his d.i.c.k, and Sasha was pushing all of his b.u.t.tons. Not to mention, her husband thought p.u.s.s.y piercings were s.e.xy.

Crash dropped his cards on the table. "I'm out, too. If she tells him to f.u.c.k harder one more time, I'm going to give her something to really moan about."

As if on cue, Sasha's next moan had Crash standing up and pushing his chair back.

"I guess that's an invitation." He strode across the room, unb.u.t.toning his jeans, and had his c.o.c.k out before he reached the couch.

Sasha leaned forward, greedily opening her lips, sucking Crash's c.o.c.k into her mouth.

"You in?" Viper asked Moon, who had turned to watch the threesome.

"I'm in. I can f.u.c.k her after I win the last of your money," Moon boasted.

"You sure she'll have enough left for you? Train and Crash look like they're going to wear her out." Viper's amused glance went toward the three f.u.c.king, who were enjoying everyone watching.

Winter didn't miss Sasha looking toward Viper as she slid another inch of Crash's c.o.c.k into her mouth. The woman was determined to f.u.c.k Viper and wasn't shy about letting everyone in the club know it, including his wife.

"Sasha has enough stamina to do all the men in the club. h.e.l.l, she'll even offer seconds."

Winter dropped the chip onto the table. "I'm going to bed."

"I'm ready to call it a night, too." Viper showed his cards, and Rider and Moon groaned, throwing theirs down.

"Son of a b.i.t.c.h! Just once, I want to beat you or Winter." Moon watched his chips slip away into Viper's hands.

Viper grinned, reaching down to tug Winter to her feet. Slinging an arm over her shoulders, he joked with the men while Rider counted out the money he owed.

Winter wanted to leave the room, but she was held in place as the men talked about who was the better player.

"d.a.m.n, woman, you're sucking me dry!" Crash groaned, as Sasha's mouth tightened around his c.o.c.k.

When he took a staggering step back after he finished, Winter saw the triumphant glimmer in Sasha's sultry eyes as she licked a drop of Crash's come off her bottom lip.

"Never mind," Rider said, no longer caring about the money Viper had shoved in his pocket. His eagerness was apparent when he rose, the bulge behind his jeans unmistakable as he moved toward Sasha.

"You ready?" Viper raised a brow at her, holding the swinging door open.

Winter rushed forward, sliding out from underneath Viper's hold.

"What's the hurry?" His amus.e.m.e.nt had her wanting to knock him down the steps as they went upstairs.

"Nothing." She wasn't about to admit that she didn't like watching Sasha. She had no problem with Viper watching any of the other women in the club. It had taken time to admit that she found it erotic, it wasn't the only hard truth she had found out about herself since she had married Viper.

The other members would occasionally join them in their bedroom. Anytime a member wanted to invite others in, they only had to open their door, and then the person inviting them in would tell the others where they wanted them.

Viper knew she didn't want any of the men touching her, so the men or women only watched as she and Viper made love. Only one time had another man touched her, and that had been Knox. Winter still shuddered when she remembered the ecstasy of feeling his tongue ring on her p.u.s.s.y.

She entered the bedroom, slipping off the high heels she had worn to school as the princ.i.p.al of the alternative school in Treepoint. She then took a step forward, intending to go to the bathroom to shower, but she found herself pressed face first against the wall next to the open door.

"Want to tell me why you threw a winning hand?"

Winter stubbornly firmed her jaw. "I was tired of playing." She pressed her hands flat on the wall beside her head, trying to gain leverage to push herself away from Viper's hard body. However, Viper kissed the flesh behind her ear as she felt his hand slide up her leg, bunching her dress to her waist.

"You're never too tired to play," Viper contradicted. "You didn't look tired." He took her earlobe into his mouth, nibbling on it until she used her b.u.t.t to try to push him away. She only found herself pressed flatter against the wall.

"Maybe I was tired of watching Sasha look at you like it was you she was f.u.c.king," she snarled over her shoulder.

He gave a low chuckle. "Does it matter, as long as it's not me f.u.c.king her?"

"Yes, dammit! It does! How would you feel if Train was staring...? Never mind. I know how you would feel. You'd think it's hot."

"It is hot when I f.u.c.k you." He burrowed his finger beneath the tiny strap of her thong, her wet p.u.s.s.y arching into his touch.

She clenched her hands into fists on the wall, having no willpower where Viper was concerned. Instead, she rose on her toes, trying to move his fingers where she wanted them.

She felt one finger enter her as his thumb rubbed the hood of her c.l.i.t. She began to pant, trying to hold on to the o.r.g.a.s.m building inside the walls of her p.u.s.s.y. Her eyes widened when Train came through the door. His dark eyes met hers before she lowered her lashes. That was when she saw the woman coming in the door behind him.

Her o.r.g.a.s.m stalled.

"You can take the couch."

Viper's deep voice had her wanting to jerk out of his grasp, but then she felt herself melting when he added another finger to the one that was stroking her into a frenzy of need.

Winter didn't turn her head to see what Train and Sasha were doing. She couldn't, not when Viper had lowered his mouth to her shoulder, pinning her in place.

His dominance made her wetter, making her crave the next movement of his fingers. She started to sink down to her knees, but her husband lifted her, turning her to face the couple lying on the couch.

Winter's dress was still around her waist, but as he turned her, the front fell forward, giving only the fleeting glimpse of p.u.s.s.y with the small sc.r.a.p of fabric covering her. Helplessly, she saw Raci and Moon take a seat on the couch as Train stood.

"I told Train you wanted to give him a going away present, something to remember until he gets back. Raci can only watch. She's not allowed to touch anyone. Her punishment isn't over."

Raci's punishment had been decided by the members. None of them had wanted to throw Raci out of the club. They were too attached to her. Still, they had wanted her punished for betraying them. She wasn't even allowed to pleasure herself, and they'd made her share a bedroom with Jewell until her punishment was over.

Sasha was naked now. Moon went to his knees between her thighs, burying his face in her p.u.s.s.y. He had his back to her as Raci watched him work on Sasha.

Winter's attention was ripped from them when she saw Train coming to stand in front of her. Viper's fingers were still slipping through the wet folds of her p.u.s.s.y.

"Can I see?" The rough timber of his normally quiet voice had her hesitating before nodding.

With a flick of his wrist, Viper lifted her dress so Train could see him finger-f.u.c.king her.

Winter almost came from the look on Train's face.

"Do you want to give him a little taste?" Viper whispered, pressing her harder into his chest, while holding her dress at her waist and ma.s.saging her quivering abdominal muscles.

"Yes." Winter couldn't believe the word came out of her mouth. She wanted to take it back, but before she could, she looked down to see Train dropping to his knees.

He didn't go down on her the way Moon was doing to Sasha. Train slid the tip of his tongue under her thong, delving into her folds, as Viper pulled his hand away, giving Train access to her writhing body.

"It's not too late to change your mind," Viper offered huskily, as he reached inside her dress to pull out one of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, pinching the nipple into a hard bud.

Train groaned in pain at Viper's offer of reprieve. He still swirled the tip of his tongue in her juices, one of his hands going behind her knee to lift her leg over his shoulder.

Winter's head fell back on Viper's chest, and she saw Sasha staring at her enviously.

"I'm sure," she croaked, dismayed by her acceptance of Train as he brought his hand to her b.u.t.tocks, clenching her flesh to pull her closer to his eager mouth.

"She tastes like moonshine," Train groaned.

"Nothing tastes as good." Winter didn't miss that Viper had addressed his comment toward Sasha, which had the woman lowering her eyes.

Winter hissed when Train sucked her c.l.i.t into his mouth. His tongue pressed up, letting him taste the treasure underneath.

Viper ground his enclosed c.o.c.k into the crack of her a.s.s Train had exposed.

She felt as if she were being consumed by the two men, twisting and turning where they wanted her. She was laid down on the bed as she watched Train lower himself onto the foot of the bed while Viper undressed.

Every thought of Sasha and Raci watching fled her mind as Train slipped off her panties then placed her thighs over his shoulders.

"I could come just watching you f.u.c.k her with your tongue," Viper said, as he kicked his jeans out of the way before lowering himself beside Winter, kissing her pa.s.sionately. "I love you, pretty girl."

Train delved into her p.u.s.s.y as if it was the last one he would ever taste. Gently pulling the lips of her p.u.s.s.y away, he licked at her opening, going inside in tiny increments until he had gone as far as he could.

"Doing okay?" Viper broke the kiss long enough to ask.

"Yes..." she mumbled, breaking out in a moan.

Viper's hand was on his c.o.c.k, rubbing the head on her nipple. He pulled both b.r.e.a.s.t.s out of her bra, plumping them in a deep V.

Winter shifted to her side without moving her lower half to position his c.o.c.k between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. This time, it was Viper who hissed when his c.o.c.k slid across her silky flesh.

Winter wished the lights weren't on, so she could blame what was going on in her bedroom on a dream. The problem was that not only was it not a dream, but her body was one big ache that the men had created and weren't ready to extinguish.

Winter was focused on Viper, as Train teased and tempted the lower half of her body. Train might be the one arousing her core, but as she stared up in Viper's face, it was just the two of them alone. She tugged at Viper's biceps, unable to bear the torture the men were putting her through.

"I need to come," she whimpered, not knowing which man she was pleading with.

"That's enough, Train," Viper ordered.

Train moved to the side as Viper pulled her to the head of the bed. He slid between her thighs, his c.o.c.k gliding to her opening. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself in her p.u.s.s.y.

"No one is ever going to feel your climax but me... ever." Viper stared down into her eyes as if he were trying to tell her something she couldn't or wouldn't hear.

A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye. "I love you, Viper."

Her husband pounded into her over and over until she felt the pulses of her climax hit her in wave after wave of sensations that she didn't want to end. Viper then stiffened, and she felt him come inside of her.

She wound her legs around his waist, not wanting to let him go, savoring the heat of his body and his heart beating against hers.

He extended his hand, wiping her tear away with his thumb. "You okay?"

Winter smiled shakily up at him as he moved to her side, pulling her to lie on his chest. She stroked his chest as she waited for everyone to be done and leave. Raci was the last out the door, shutting it quietly behind her.

When Viper's breathing slowed, Winter knew he had fallen asleep. He hadn't had a good night's sleep since the night the Unjust Soldiers had attacked the clubhouse. He said the threat was over, but she could still see the worry in his eyes.

Silently, she slipped out of his arms, going in the bathroom to shower. When she was done and dried off, she climbed back in bed next to Viper, who immediately circled her waist with one arm, holding her close.

She turned out the lamp, feeling him covering her with a thin blanket. Even though the house was warm, he always wanted to make sure she didn't get cold with the air conditioning on. She knew he had sensed her jealousy of Sasha and had let both of them know she was the only one he wanted. Her husband always tried to give her everything she wanted... except his child.