"God, you feel good," the Gentle Giant behind murmurs, pressing a kiss on my earlobes before sucking them into his mouth. My pussy leaks as he runs his thumbs in soothing circles over my nipple, and I feel it through my bathing suit, feel my nubs perking up for him, trembling, aching for more.
“Oh, God.” I tear my mouth away from Adonis. I have to breathe because I feel like I’m on the verge of an explosion already as Giant plucks my nipples through the fabric of the swimsuit. And when he pushes his hands underneath, when the bare touch of his finger on my nub, I jerk.
“Easy,” he whispers at the same time as Adonis tugs down the cup of my swimsuit, and just when I manage to draw a breath in, his lips are wrapping around my nipples, swallowing them.
“Oh, God." I grip his shoulders, squeezing my legs tighter. My eyes screw shut because I feel myself reaching a peak quickly, ascending, rushing past the limit of what I can control.
The combined sensations are turning my insides to mush. My heart is pounding in my ears, my clit throbbing, warning me that something is incoming.
My eyes fly open, and I catch Adam's gaze in the rearview mirror, dark and stormy. His mouth forms the words, “Come for me.”
I can’t help it. I explode right there, in the back of his car, biting my lip to keep from announcing it, while I shudder down from the peak.
I’m hoping that I managed to get away with it, that I came so quietly that no one noticed.
But it's only a delusion, because Adonis immediately says, "Did you just come, darling?"
Oh, how humiliating.
I orgasmed from a kiss and nipple play. That probably shatters the illusion that I’ve been keeping up this whole time, of the cool seductive party girl who does this sort of thing all the time. The cool, seductive party girl probably wouldn’t come at the drop of a hat.
Although they don’t seem to mind.
“Fuck." Adam's voice sounds like it's been dragged over gravel. "That just might be the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“It’s about to get hotter," Adonis gives me a wicked grin as he sits back, spreading my legs on both sides of him, my heart accelerating when I realize what he wants to do. “Keep your eyes on the road, Adam, before we crash.”
The other man swears again. "I swear to God I’m going to get you back for this."
He chuckles darkly. "I have no doubt you will."
I wonder what he means by that. Perhaps that the next time they do this, share a woman between them, that he’s going to be the driver? I wonder how often they do it, just pick up a woman at a party and take her home?
Thinking about it gives me a knot in my stomach, but I push the thought off. So what if I’m just a notch on their belt? They’re one on my belt, too. I don't think I’ll ever see them again, and once this is over, it will just be a fond memory that I tell my grandkids some days, in place of dirty teenage stories.
I may not really have any wild tales from college, but I can tell them of the time Grandma had car sex with three men and one of them ate her out while the other two watched.
The breath wooshes out of my chest as the first lick of his tongue. It slides up many thighs, lapping up the remnants of my release drawn on my skin.
“Delicious," he says as he keeps going while Gentle Giant softly licks my nipple.
It’s already too much. I try to close my legs but he doesn’t let me. I tremble in anticipation, waiting for it, my core muscles squeezing and releasing in expectation for what is coming.
But he doesn’t do it directly. First, his tongue skims my seam. Even that is enough to have me bucking, which makes them chuckle and put a hand on my stomach.
Then he slides it up to my clit, which feels swollen to three times its size, but he doesn’t lick it or suck it. Instead, he circles it slowly until my hands snap out to grasp his hair. I want to thrust against his mouth, fighting against the hand holding me down. Until I want to beg, and I do beg.
“Please,” I rasp. “Please just let me come.”
“All in due time, " he says, and his voice is dark and needy, but he still maintains a slow pace.
When he finally slides deeper, all the way up, his tongue circling my clit in the process. Then he starts to flick it, faster, then slower, drawing shapes and making me buck and sing and gasp.
In the meantime, he's crooning against my skin, telling me how gorgeous I am.
I rush to the peak again, on the verge of an orgasm so powerful that it's blinding.
The car jerks to a stop right as I scream my release, and before I know what's happening, the world is spinning, and someone is yanking me out of the seat.
