Really?
I shouldn’t be so turned on by that dirty talk, but I am. I totally am.
Worst of all, I want more.
So, when Cody leans in to kiss my other cheek and he whispers, “I can’t wait to taste you everywhere,” I feel like I might faint.
I swear that if Trevor says anything half as hot as the other two, I’m going to freaking melt right here in a pool of desire and excitement and arousal.
He steps forward, facing my front.
“Natasha,” he says, and then he pulls me into his arms and kisses me. I groan into his mouth, delighted and surprised and so, so turned on by this moment. He runs his tongue over my lips before ducking back into my mouth, silently urging me to let him in. I melt against his body, hungry for more, and he chuckles slightly as he reaches down and grabs my bottom. He pulls me tighter to himself so I can feel his cock pressed against me.
He pulls back, looking at me, considering.
“On second thought,” he says. “Maybe we should skip dinner.”
“Okay,” I whisper, and I don’t know which of us looks the most surprised. Lee and Cody’s mouths hit the floor, Trevor’s eyes flash with arousal, and me?
I’m about to have my first four-way.
What could possibly go wrong?
WE HEAD TO THE CLAW mansion. Trevor rides his motorcycle, Lee drives the car, and Cody rides with me to give me directions. He doesn’t just give directions quietly, though. He doesn’t sit still on the drive. Instead, he gets comfortable and places his hand on my leg.
“What are you doing?” I whisper.
“Making sure you have a nice ride,” he chuckles.
He strokes my leg as I drive. He’s really not being that naughty, but the constant touching keeps me in a heightened state of arousal. Everything about me feels hot and needy. Sweaty. I feel sweaty and turned on and I don’t know if we’re actually going to be able to make it all the way home.
Cody slides his hand a little bit higher up my leg and this time, I actually moan as he squeezes gently.
He chuckles.
“Make sure you keep your eyes on the road, sweetheart.”
“You’re making it really hard,” I grumble.
“No, you’re making this hard,” he says. He motions to his cock and then he rubs himself over the jeans. The worst thing is that I can see it and damn, if watching him touch himself doesn’t do something for me. A longing deep inside of me starts to build, and I pull off into a nearby parking lot.
I stop the car and turn to Cody.
“This isn’t my house,” he says.
“Kiss me, Cody.”
He chuckles and reaches for me, pressing his mouth to mine. Like Trevor, Cody dominates my mouth. He touches me, teasing me. He shows me what he likes and then he gives me what I want. My hand rests on his dick and yeah, he’s really hard. Apparently, touching me turned him on as much as it turned me on. Who knew that driving a car could be so damn erotic?
Cody is very different from Trevor. His kiss is passionate and deep, but it’s a little rougher around the edges. He nips at me and bites my lips like he’s hungry for more, like he’s hungry for me, and I love this.
“You’re aroused,” he murmurs. “I can scent you.”
Wait, what?
I pull back and raise an eyebrow, looking at him.
Cody’s eyes go wide and he gets an “oh shit” look on his face.