Chapter Thirty-Eight – Fawn
The sexual tension couldn’t be any higher. My wet, bare ass is sticking to the interior leather as the truck rumbles down the back roads. Dylan is wedged between Torin and me, his leg pressing against mine with each bump. No music. No conversation. Just that sexual tension.
Taking a deep breath, I tilt my head toward Dylan, letting a slow smile curve my lips. “So,” I murmur flirtatiously, “how exactly are you planning on punishing me?”
Dylan lets out a half-laugh with a curse, running a hand through his wet hair. Torin glances over, a smirk tugging at his mouth.
“Princess,” Dylan says, shaking his head, “you really are asking for it tonight, aren’t you?”
Torin chuckles, eyes flicking to me then back to the road. “Careful what you ask for.”
I don’t want to be careful. I want punishment, the kind that unravels me. I want to give myself to them completely.
Dylan’s fingers move to my thigh. “I could bend you over my knee right here. Pull this shirt up and smack that perfect ass of yours until it’s the same pretty pink as your pussy.”
Every nerve ending lights up at once. I keep my mouth shut and let it burn through me.
With one motion, I twist in my seat and sprawl across his lap, face toward Torin and legs directed at the passenger door. The shirt gathers around my upper thighs, and I make no effort to cover myself. The night breeze blowing through the open window caresses my bare ass — I’m completely exposed.
“Fuck,” Torin breathes.
Dylan places his hand on my lower back, enough for me to feel its weight, a silent promise, and then his other hand grasps firmly around my neck.
He presses my face against Torin’s crotch.
I can smell him, a mix of soap and musk.
Dylan’s fingers drift from the base of my neck down my spine in a sinuous motion that forces me to arch into his touch.
He hovers over the curve of my ass and then presses his palm into one cheek, giving it a quick squeeze.
Without a word, he pulls his hand back, lifting it high into the air.
The slap of his palm against my skin rings out in the truck; it burns a path right to my core. A pleased whimper tears loose from my lips before I can catch it.
Fuck, is it bad I want more?
“I don’t think one’s enough,” Dylan says, his voice darkly calm.
Smack.
This one is harder, in the same place, and the pain is a pulsating ache. My voice comes apart against Torin’s thigh, each sound absorbed. I grind my hips, rutting on Dylan’s stiff leg, the friction on my clit making me gasp.
“Fuck, Dylan,” Torin groans. The steering wheel wobbles for a second as he adjusts his grip. “My cock’s getting fucking hard just watching this.”
“Then get it out,” Dylan commands, still rubbing my punished ass, soothing the sting even as he stokes the burning. “Get that big cock out so she can choke while being smacked.”
Torin doesn’t wait. He awkwardly jiggles his jeans with one hand and keeps the other on the steering wheel. He pulls his boxers down, and his cock springs free, thick and veined. A drop of pre-cum glistens in the moonlight. My lips part, tongue sweeping across them, but then I freeze.
“What if people see us?” I whisper, the thrill of exposure coiling in my stomach.
“Don’t worry, baby,” Torin says. “I’ll keep to the back roads. No one’s out here but us.”
That’s all Dylan needs to hear. He fists my hair, but he’s not gripping it; he is just holding it with control. “Open that pretty little mouth, princess. Let him see what a good girl you can be.”
Obeying, Torin pushes his cock through my parted lips, and my tongue presses flat against his shaft. The clean, salty taste hits my tastebuds. Gawking noises fill the truck as I work on his cock.
“Good girl,” they say in unison, and the praise makes me suck harder.
Dylan’s attention returns to my ass. I hear him spit; it lands on me, a cool sensation contrasting with the heat emanating from his skin. He rubs it in, his fingers slipping down until they land on my wet pussy.
“Now,” Dylan whispers, “I’m gonna see how many fingers I can fit in this needy pussy. Let’s find out how much you can really take.”
His index finger slides into me without resistance. I’m so wet, it’s a silken glide. I moan around Torin’s cock, the vibration making him curse and thrust his hips up. “Fuck, baby.”
“One,” Dylan counts.
He inserts a second finger, scissoring them, stretching me wide. The fullness is incredible, a complete contrast from how empty I had just felt.
“Two.”
Then, a third finger, and my pussy is seriously stretching now, a sweet, burning pain overcoming me. My body shakes, and I whine, holding my lips hard against Torin as if he’s my lifeline.
“Three. You’re taking it so well, princess.”
Dylan’s completely in his element, not a hint of hesitation. He works his fingers in deeper, crooking them, and I cry out as he brushes that perfect, spongy spot inside me. My hips jerk upward, any semblance of control gone.
Just when I thought I couldn’t handle any more, he forces a fourth finger in.
Unbelievable.
My eyes water, and I gag on Torin’s cock. Dylan doesn’t stop. He fucks me with four thick fingers that spear into me over and over.
“Look at that,” he growls. “Four fingers buried in this greedy hole, and you’re still sucking cock like a pro.”
His other hand slams down on my ass with a stinging slap again. This contrast of deep penetration and a stinging sensation on my skin all comes together in a rush of pleasure.
Each time the truck drives over a bump, I take Torin’s cock deeper in my mouth.
“Keep sucking, princess,” Dylan orders, his breath hot on my neck. “Don’t you dare fucking stop. Take it deep. Show him how much you love it.”
I’m at their mercy. Hollowing my cheeks, I go as deep as I can until my face is buried in the coarseness of his pubic hair. I gag, but I force myself through, relaxing my throat.
“That’s it,” Torin groans. “Listen to that. You’re choking on me, baby. This is the punishment you deserve.”
If this is punishment, I want to be naughty all the time.
I’m dripping, getting both Dylan’s jeans and my own thighs soaked.
The roughness of his finger is curling and pushing into me, teasing my G-spot with each stroke.
The orgasmic coil is building in me, a desperate tug in my lower stomach.
The spanks to my ass are coming at me in a steady tempo.
Dylan stills for a second, one hand buried deep inside me. His voice is a dark, intimate rumble. “Torin’s got your mouth occupied. Has that pretty little ass ever been filled, princess?”
I shake my head as best I can around Torin’s cock.
“No?” Dylan’s tone is pure, wicked interest. “You’re an anal virgin? Oh, princess. You don’t know how hard that makes me.”
I hear him spitting again. With his free hand, his thumb is slick with saliva, tracing slow, insistent circles over that tight spot. It feels foreign.
“Fuck,” Dylan breathes, his thumb pressing just a little harder. “I’m gonna be the first one in that tight hole.”
Torin groans above me, his hips pushing forward. “Don’t make me jealous now.”
Dylan’s thumb continues to massage me, the spit making the friction slippery, teasing. The sensation is making me dizzy with need. I can only moan a broken, pleading sound around Torin, my body trembling on the edge of collapse.
“Do you want to come, princess?”
Of course, I want to orgasm; my clit is throbbing. “Mhmm,” I groan.
“No, no, no. Remember, you’re being punished, and you don’t get to come . . .” He lets out a dark chuckle. “Not yet.”
Is it bad that I love this side of Dylan — the take-charge version of him that slips out? It’s different from his usual self, darker, sexier, and it makes my stomach flutter.
Torin’s hips jerk, his control slipping. “Dylan, she’s gonna make me come . . . Her throat is fucking incredible.”
“Then do it,” Dylan grunts, his own breathing labored. “Fill up her mouth. Make her gag on your cock.”
A big bump in the road and the violent clenching of my lips around his tip are what push Torin over the edge. He releases a guttural sound, and I feel the first hot, salty jet hit the back of my throat. “Swallow it, baby. Take it all.”
Swallowing greedily, I slump forward, and Torin’s cock slips from my lips. Dylan slowly withdraws his soaked fingers from my throbbing pussy. I feel the loss, the emptiness. He brings his hand to my face, smearing my juices across my lips, mixing them with Torin’s.
“Taste yourself,” he orders, his voice wrecked.
Parting my lips once again, his fingers meet my mouth and I tend to each one carefully, leaving nothing behind. Saliva drips down my chin, and Torin wipes it away with his thumb.
The air in the truck is thick with the scent of sex and sweat, a heavy, intoxicating perfume.
“Dude, how you didn’t crash the truck while you were coming, that’s fucking skills,” Dylan says.
Torin just smiles, a slow, satisfied curve of his lips. “What can I say? I’m a pro.” He scoffs at himself. “However, I don’t think I’m as much of a pro as you, Fawn. You did so well.”
I’m too weak to reply. My pussy is aching, and I feel like I’m floating. Dylan’s hands trace circles on my thighs. “Oh, princess, we’re not done yet. I wanna feel that tight ass around my cock.”
****
The closing of the truck door is the last thing I hear before I’m lifted into Dylan’s arms. I am a mess, but the way he wraps his arms around me, all possessive, sends an adrenaline rush through my body.
As he carries me to the door, he adjusts the borrowed shirt so my bare ass isn’t showing to the neighborhood.
I hear Torin’s boots walking across the gravel and the jingling of keys as he unlocks the door.
“My house?” I mumble into Dylan’s neck.
“Our house tonight, princess,” he corrects before he kisses me, hard and claiming.