The passenger door got shut at some point when I wasn’t paying attention, and the metal is cold against my heated skin, even through the fabric of the dress. I hiss out a breath, and Raven takes the opportunity to kiss me even deeper, plunging his tongue into my mouth and sucking on mine like he’s trying to steal a piece of my soul while he’s at it.
“Please… oh, shit. Fuck… I want…”
I’m babbling. There’s no other word for it.
Every word comes out muffled and breathless in between heated kisses, and I can’t seem to form a complete sentence to save my life. I’m aware of Cain and North watching the two of us, and even though neither of them are touching me at the moment, their intense gazes are affecting my body the same way Raven’s stare did in the car.
I’ve never even done a three-some, let alone a four-some, but I had no idea how much it would turn me on knowing that I’m being watched. It’s not an exhibitionist kink, exactly. I sure as fuck hope no one is walking by on the street right now and getting a glimpse of whatever this looks like.
I don’t want justanyonewatching me.
Only Cain and North.
I want them to see how turned on they made me, to know that they lit the fire that’s consuming Raven and me right now.
Raven’s fingers leave my hair, and he takes advantage of the fact that I’m pressed up against the car, using the opportunity to run his hands over every inch of me. When he gets down to my ass, he grabs a handful of it, digging his fingers into the flesh of my butt so hard that I whimper.
I hook my leg around his muscular waist at the same moment he lifts me, and a full body shudder works its way through me as the hardness of his cock grinds against my swollen, needy clit.
It’s too much.
Too fucking good, on top of everything else.
I’m about to come again, right here on the street.
And hell, maybe I do have a little bit of an exhibitionist streak, because I don’t even try to stop it. I just wrench my lips away from Raven’s and bury my face in his neck, holding on for dear life and wrapping my other leg around his waist too as pleasure shoots through my body like a runaway rocket.
He groans, and I swear I can feel the hard, heavy thickness of him pulse against me as he shifts his hips in a circular pattern, dry humping me to ride me through my orgasm.
“Oh, holy…” I pant against his neck, breathing in the earthy, smoky scent that clings to his skin. “Fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s sounding pretty damn appealing right about now,” Cain comments, his voice hitting my ears like the sexiest kind of music. “Should we get inside, or did you actually plan to fuck her out here, Raven?”
“Don’t care,” the man holding me grunts, still grinding his hips against mine as my toes curl in my shoes.
Part of me thinks he’s just talking dirty, caught up in the wild, hedonistic insanity of this night. But another part of me isn’t entirely sure he wouldn’t tear my dress off, shove his pants down, and plunge into me right here on the side of a quiet New York street.
My pussy clenches at the thought, almost like it’s begging for him to do just that, but I shake my head quickly, clinging to the last few shreds of good sense I have left.
“Inside,” I pant. “Now.”
Cain chuckles, and North makes a soft growling sound as Raven hauls me away from the car. He doesn’t put me down, just turns away from the sleek vehicle and starts striding toward the building they’ve brought me to, his steps heavy and purposeful.
Normally, I’m not the kind of girl who likes to be carried around, but tonight seems to be about breaking all of my “normals,” so I don’t resist or try to squirm out of his hold. I just stay wrapped around him like a vine, dropping hungry kisses to the exposed skin of his neck.
He has even more tattoos than I realized a first. There are a lot of them, it seems, the dark ink peeking out above the collar of his shirt almost all the way around his neck. I have a feeling they cover almost his entire torso and back, judging by how much of his neck is tatted up, and I suddenly can’t wait to get inside so I can tear off his shirt and get a good look at him.
At all of them, really.
A door opens, and I’m jostled slightly as Raven carries me up the stairs that lead to their walk-up. I drag my lips and teeth over his neck, feeling almost drugged with lust and trying to take this opportunity to get my equilibrium back before we get to their apartment and clothes start flying.
I knew back at the bar that I was in for a wild night. I mean, fuck, I basically threw myself at three guys who are obviously close, letting the sexual tension between us swell until I agreed to go home with them. There was no question about what we all wanted when we piled into the car to head back to their place.
But now that we’re here, I can feel butterflies flapping around wildly in my stomach.
This is really happening.
Not just several intense make-out sessions in a car. Not just grinding against a guy until his friends watch me come. A whole hell of a lot more than either of those things.