It seems like I’m getting a reprieve when his hand slips from her hair. My erection backs off a touch, enough to take the edge off. But Carson doesn’t return his hand to the steering wheel. I can’t see where his fingers shift to, but Goldie’s gasp gives me a damn good idea.
Fuck. I’ve never needed to nut so bad. Giving myself a firm grip, best I can through my jeans, I lean forward so I can see over the seat. She’s spread wide. Carson’s hand is tucked under her skirt which has ridden up.
“Pull your skirt up higher.” My lips brush her ear. I need to see what he’s doing.
With both hands, she bunches her skirt, balling it into one hand. Her face turns to mine but I’m staring down. “Is this better?”
Carson pumps his fingers in and out of her wet pussy, the erotic sound of her juices coating him threatens to push me over the edge. I’m losing my grip on sanity. Carson will never let me hear the end of it if I come in the backseat.
“You make everything better?” I grab her chin and crash my lips onto hers. The awkward strain of our over-the-seat kiss is putting even more pressure on my cock.
Her kisses grow sloppy and her breaths between them are heightened. She reaches both of her hands up, one grabbing my shoulder, the other lacing in my hair. I can’t tell who’s in control anymore. It’s getting harder to hold back.
I plunge my tongue, fucking her mouth while Carson takes her closer to orgasm. Her entire body convulses, our kiss breaks, and she cries out while tightening her grip on me.
Shifting my hips just in time, I stave off my own release. I’m frantic. We’re too far from home.
Carson alternates his gaze between the road and us. “We belong together.”
Goldie’s head lays heavily into mine as her climax fades.
Carson lifts his cum-soaked fingers, dragging his tongue over them. A lump forms in my throat. I can barely swallow. My tongue draws my lower lip in. “Give me a taste.”
I don’t know if he’ll do it. Where is our line? We’ve never discussed it. Everything’s been about Goldie.
His tongue pauses mid-swipe, then he sucks his fingers clean. I’m about to be pissed when he reaches down, drenching them in her release. Bringing them to my mouth, he lets me guide his fingers in. The thickness of his fingers coated in her intoxicating scent and her sweet taste fill a part of me I’ve never explored.
I have to disconnect or I’ll lose control. Shifting back in my seat, I rub a hand over my cock. Diverting my gaze out the window, my huge exhale fogs the glass.
“You okay back there?” Carson glances over his shoulder, his eyes darting downward.
Adjusting my pants is no longer helpful. “Stop the car.”
“Why?” he asks.
“I won’t make it.”
“Chill, we’ll be home in a few minutes. We’re not fucking on the side of the road.”
“I’m getting in the front seat.”
Goldie shifts in her seat and eyes me questioningly.
“You want me to jack you off too?” Carson asks.
I ignore him and drag my fingers under Goldie’s chin. She’s small enough, this could work. I’m running with an idea that I think her curious nature will love. “I want to sit you on my lap. Let me put a baby in you.”
Carson growls, “She’s still on the pill.”
“I’ll stop taking them.”
Celebratory groans fill the car.
She bows her head to kiss my hand. “Why don’t I just come back there?”
“I want Carson to be able to see you.” I unbutton my pants.
“Like hell I’m going to chauffeur you two around while you fuck.”