ath, couldn’t control what I was feeling, how my body responded. When Cash circled my entrance with one thick finger, I bucked. When he slipped it deep inside and curled, found some magical spot, I gasped.
“I’m going to come.” Yup, just like that. I was a really cheap date, it seemed, especially with Cash touching my g-spot. It had to be. To me, it was like finding a unicorn in my vagina because while I’d heard of a g-spot, I had no proof one even existed.
Until now.
Neither had to work too hard to get me to a panting, sweaty mess. How was that possible? I had never felt like this with any guy before, and we weren’t even fucking. Besides Cash’s hands holding me in place, they only had their mouths on me. No dicks. Yet.
“Cash, don’t stop. God, more. Yes, like that!” I screamed, my body tensing as the most amazing orgasm washed over me. No dildo or vibrator could do this.
Only when it tapered off did they lift their heads. I smiled—I couldn’t help it—and stared dazedly down at Cash. He grinned, his beard and lips glistening wet. From me.
He stood, kept his hands on my thighs. “More?” he asked, licking his lips.
I looked to Bennett who was blatantly shifting himself in his jeans.
“Yes, please.”
“Let’s get you to a bed then,” Cash said.
I shook my head, wrapped my hands around his wrists. Looked up at him. “No bed. Now. Here. Hurry.”
I was wet. Prepped and wide open for them. I didn’t want to have to wait long enough to find the nearest bed. I’d come once, and I was eager to come again. I didn’t want to chance anything.
“You’re sure?” Bennett asked.
“I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” I sounded breathy and desperate. I was. For more orgasms. Now.
Cash reached into his back pocket and pulled a condom out of his wallet. I watched as he opened his jeans and lowered them to his hips, pulled his dick out and covered himself.
Wow. He was big. The dildo had nothing on him. Longer, thicker. I couldn’t miss the way the vein that went up the length pulsed. It curved all the way up toward his navel. I had to wonder how that had fit in his jeans. And now, I wondered how it would fit inside me.
He placed his hands on the counter on either side of my hips, leaned forward and kissed me. Sweet, but a little wild, too. Just like him. I tasted myself on him, scented my pussy as my wetness clung to his beard. So dirty, so naughty.
A hand curled around my butt, pulled me close to the edge. His dick was at my entrance, settled, then sank deep. Slow, oh so slow he filled me. Stretched me. Opened me up.
CASH
* * *
Yes, it was a wild and dirty fuck in the back of the shop. The scent of motor oil and gasoline clung to everything. So did grease and grime. Julia didn’t belong here, even beneath her truck changing her oil. This wasn’t her world, and yet, she felt comfortable here.
Enough to let us tug off her panties and get inside her. To fuck her hard and fast… without even getting her bare. She’d come on my tongue, but that wasn’t the kind of foreplay she deserved. I’d barely pulled down my jeans, only enough to get my dick out and covered before I sank into her. Finished in record time, as if all I cared about was getting off. I’d taken her with me, but it had been quick.
I watched Bennett have his turn, her legs wrapped around his waist as he took her. I disposed of the condom and fixed my pants, dropped onto a metal stool because my legs wouldn’t hold me. I was pumped up and exhausted at the same time. I’d never come like that before. Hard, so hard I went blind for a few seconds. The cum kept filling the condom and while she’d said she was on birth control, I worried the quantity of it would either rip the condom or seep out. The least I could do was protect her properly.
“You feel so good, Angel. Heaven,” Bennett breathed as he wrapped an arm around behind her back, keeping her from slipping on the dirty surface. He hauled her up, spun about and walked toward her truck, still inside her. He carefully lowered Julia onto the rolling board on her back. Clearly, he didn’t give a shit the concrete floor was filthy beneath his knees and put his hands on the end bars of the wheeled board. He used it to fuck her. He didn’t even have to move his hips, going hard and deep and as fast as he wanted.
Fuck, that was hot.
She gasped and hooked her ankles at his lower back and took every inch of him.
I tasted her on my tongue, breathed in her scent because her juices had dried on my beard. My dick was rising to the occasion again, watching her get fucked like this. I wasn’t thrilled about seeing Bennett’s ass—like me, he’d barely pulled down his jeans—but it was the look on her face, the abandon, the pleasure she couldn’t hide that had me wanting another round. I loved knowing I’d made her come, that she was finding more pleasure with my friend. That he could take her in such a way. Wild. Rough and filthy.
But this was a fantasy. It wasn’t real. It was blind fucking luck she’d spread her legs for me. She was sweet and kind, fresh and so fucking good. And yet she liked to get dirty, to be naughty as fuck.
My name was written in permanent fucking marker on her pussy.
My dick was back to full attention now knowing it knew exactly where it wanted to go.