Three Alpha Bikers Wants An Open Marriage

Riley’s POV

Caden’s body hit mine like a wall of solid heat, pinning me against the cold wall before I could even draw a full breath. My back met the rough surface with a soft thud, and his chest pressed flush to mine, trapping me there. His scent-dark pine and smoke flooded my lungs, making my head spin.

"You want the truth," he murmured, voice low and velvet-rough against my ear. "Then feel it, Riley. Feel what we’ve been holding back for years."

His thigh slid between my legs, pressing up against my core through the thin fabric of the dress I’d woken up in. The pressure was fucking intentional, right where my clit tinged traitorously.

I gasped, my hands flying up to grip his shoulders, but I didn’t push him away. I couldn’t. Not when every word they’d just dropped still burned in my chest like fresh wounds... and like something darker, hotter, that made my nipples tighten against his chest.

Gunnar and Cane moved in on either side of me, boxing me in completely. The air grew thick and charged.

"You might hate us because we act like we don’t care," Cane said softly, his fingers brushing my jaw, tilting my face toward him. His thumb traced my lower lip, slow and possessive. "But isn’t it good yate us while your body remembers who it belongs to huh?"

I tried to speak, but Caden rolled his hips forward, grinding that thick, hard thigh right against my pussy. The friction dragged a broken sound from my throat. My clit swelled instantly, aching, and I felt myself grow slick, embarrassingly fast.

"Stop-" I whispered, but it came out weak and needy.

"Shh," Gunnar murmured from my other side. His hand slid under the hem of my dress, palm hot against my bare thigh. He didn’t rush. He just stroked upward, his fingertips grazing the sensitive skin inches from where I was already throbbing.

"You said you wanted everything to be real with you right? This is real. The way your cunt is already soaking for us-that’s real."

Caden leaned in and dragged his lips along the side of my neck, open-mouthed, teeth scraping lightly. "We’ve waited years. Watched you even while Ethan kept what was ours. Every night we imagined exactly how you’d sound when we touched you."

His words sank into me like hooks, pulling at something deep and twisted. I hated how much they turned me on. My hips jerked forward on their own, grinding down on Caden’s thigh, chasing that delicious pressure. Shame burned my cheeks, but I couldn’t stop.

"See?," Cane whispered, voice dark with approval. He cupped my breast through the dress, his thumb circling my stiff nipple until I whimpered.

"Already riding Caden’s leg like you need us inside you."

I did. It felt like liquid fire in my veins, making my skin hypersensitive. Every touch left sparks. I reached out blindly, one hand fisting in Cane’s shirt, the other sliding down Gunnar’s chest, feeling the hard ridges of muscle tense under my palm.

"I shouldn’t want this, I’m not even strong enough to want this" I breathed, voice shaking. But my fingers kept moving, tracing lower on Gunnar until I brushed the heavy, thick outline of his cock straining against his pants. He groaned low, hips pushing into my touch.

"You do want it," Gunnar said, voice strained. He caught my wrist but didn’t pull my hand away. Instead he pressed it harder against his massive erection, letting me feel how thick and hot he was. "You’re dripping down Caden’s thigh right now. I can smell how much your pussy wants us baby"

Caden’s hand joined Gunnar’s under my dress. Two sets of fingers teased the edge of my panties before slipping beneath the soaked fabric. They didn’t push inside me. They just stroked my slick folds, spreading my wetness, circling my swollen clit without giving me the pressure I suddenly craved so badly.

I moaned, loud and shameless, my head falling back against the wall.

"That’s it," Caden praised, lips brushing my ear. "Make those pretty sounds for us. Let us hear how desperate our mate is."

I rocked between them, grinding on their fingers, on Caden’s thigh, chasing more. My free hand found Cane’s cock next-equally hard, equally huge-stroking him through his pants while he pinched my nipple harder.

"Fuck, Riley," Cane growled. "Keep touching me like that and I’ll lose every bit of control I have left."

I wanted them to lose it. God, I hated myself for how badly I wanted it. I squeezed both their cocks tighter, stroking them in tandem, feeling them throb and leak pre-cum through the fabric. My own arousal coated Caden and Gunnar’s fingers as they kept teasing my pussy in light, maddening strokes over my clit, dipping just barely into my entrance before pulling back.

"Please," I whispered before I could stop myself.

"You don’t wanna beg properly?" Gunnar asked, voice dark. He nipped at my collarbone, then soothed it with his tongue. "Please fill this little cunt that’s been kept from us for so long?"

I nodded frantically, shame and need twisting together until I couldn’t tell them apart.

Cane chuckled softly, low and dangerous. "Not yet, mate. You’re still angry. Still hurt. We’re going to earn every inch of this pussy." He leaned in and kissed me-deep, his tongue stroking mine like he was fucking my mouth. I kissed him back just as hard, biting his lip, sucking on his tongue while my hands kept working their cocks.

Caden’s fingers moved faster on my clit now, perfect tight circles that made my legs shake. "Come on our fingers first," he ordered against my neck. "Let us feel you fall apart. Then we’ll show you more."

I was so close already. My hips rolled desperately, chasing their touch. Gunnar pushed two thick fingers just inside me-only to the first knuckle-stretching me, holding still while I clenched around them.

"So fucking tight," he groaned. "Imagine how good you’ll feel when we finally bury our cocks in you. All three of us. Taking turns filling you until you can’t remember anything but us."

The image slammed into me. I cried out into Cane’s mouth, body tightening. Caden rubbed my clit faster, perfect pressure, and Gunnar curled those two fingers just enough to brush that sensitive spot inside me.

I came hard, shaking between them, pussy gushing over their hands. My moans were muffled by Cane’s kiss, but they kept touching me through it, dragging every pulse out until I was whimpering, oversensitive, still grinding weakly against their fingers.

They didn’t stop.

Even as I came down, they kept me pinned, hands still on me, cocks still rock-hard in my grip. Caden pulled his fingers free and brought them to my lips.

"Taste how much you want us," he said.

I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers clean, tasting myself, eyes locked on his. Gunnar did the same with his, feeding me my own slick while Cane watched with dark, hungry eyes.

"You’re going to drive us insane," Cane rasped, pressing his forehead to mine. His cock twitched hard in my hand. "We could bend you over right now and fuck you until you scream. But we won’t. Not until you understand exactly who you belong to and not getting jealous over some other woman"

I was still panting, my body humming, pussy clenching emptily. I stroked them faster, desperate to make them feel even a fraction of this frustration.

"Then make me understand," I whispered, voice hoarse and wicked. I squeezed the heads of their cocks, thumbs rubbing the wet spots. "Touch me more. Show me more."

Gunnar cursed under his breath. Caden’s hips jerked into my hand.

Cane’s eyes flashed with raw need. "Careful, Riley. Keep talking like that and we might break our own rules."

I smiled, small and breathlessly, even as fresh heat coiled low in my belly again.

"Good," I said. "Break them."

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