Chapter 12 #3
Some of those bad feelings I’d been ignoring tumbled around in my gut.
“Yeah, well, fuck you. Stop me.” I gritted my teeth and let my hand fly along my dick.
My toes cramped in my boots as tension weighed down all my muscles.
I was on the verge of spilling. My balls felt full as they drew up close to my body.
Ren turned and grabbed my wrist, quick as a whip, and my heart nearly stopped. I tried to yank free, but he had a long reach.
A shocked sob escaped my lips.
Ren popped his door open, and KC sat up, wiping the back of his hand over his puffy pink lips. I tried to tug free, but Ren didn’t let go. “KC, come around and hit the button for my seat.”
“Oh shit.” KC snickered before darting out to do as he was told.
I was able to pull free while they were messing around with the back of the seat, but Ren grabbed my thighs and hauled me out of the car.
I was laughing and feeling higher than a kite when he deposited me in the sunshine.
My dick was hanging out and so was his. We were both harder than fuck.
I moaned and precum dribbled from my tip to the concrete in a long line.
KC glanced around. “I reeeeeeeeeally hope they don’t have cameras.”
“Didn’t spot any,” Ren said without taking his eyes off me.
He kicked the car door shut, something that shocked me—Shakira was his girl! How many times did he say that?—then leaned heavily against my front, trapping me in place. I strained against him and lost track of what I was supposed to be doing as my cock ached pleasantly.
“Now what?” I asked, kicking his shin. A thrill shot through me as genuine rage twisted his expression.
He lowered his face until he was glaring directly into my eyes. “Now I take care of you so I can get blown in peace.”
A thrill shot through me until Ren spun me, pressing my front against the car.
I gasped, but it wasn’t hot enough out for the metal to burn, only be warm and smooth against my cock.
A perfect tease. An exquisite glide with all the precum leaking out of my dick.
Ren turned and planted his back against mine, which sent a monster scrabbling in my belly.
The beast was made of static electricity and butterfly wings. I tried to thrust but couldn’t.
He was in the perfect position to get KC’s lips on his dick again, and I was trapped.
I needed more. Needed literally anything. I could taste my orgasm.
Ren snagged my wrists in both hands and relaxed his back on me. “Blow me, KC.”
“Motherfucker!” I fought like the kitten he accused me of being, bristling and attempting to claw, but his moan, traveling up from deep in his chest, made me mewl as tension at the base of my cock took me by surprise. It tried to jerk free, but there was nowhere to move.
I was stuck plastered to Shakira.
“Fuck!” I wrestled and strained, and my cock loved every second of feeling him rock his hips. The smooth glide of the paint made me want to weep.
Was KC crying as he choked down that big cock? He would look beautiful with tears running down his face. Did he have his dick in his hand?
“Fuck, I want to see,” I spat out.
Ren only chuckled.
Then, he tensed and shouted. The sound echoed into the sky.
KC whimpered, then gagged. I swore I heard the sound of him fucking his own fist.
Without a doubt, Ren was dumping his load down KC’s throat.
Electricity jumped under my skin as Ren squeezed my wrists so hard they burned. That was it. The end.
“Ren. KC.” My breath hitched and my body twitched as joy pummeled the cum out of my cock. I spurted on the side of the car. Half an agonizing, blissful minute later, I rested my cheek against the warm car roof. I was feeling drowsy as Ren peeled me off the side.
Both my guys had tucked their dicks away already. Boo.
Ren dragged me back a step and cocooned me against his hard body. He grabbed my cheeks between his fingers and squeezed just hard enough to dig the flesh against my teeth, tilting my face down.
“You got my baby filthy,” he murmured in my ear. I wasn’t sure if he loved or hated that.
“I’ll get it,” KC said.
Ren tensed as KC used his fingers to scrape the cum away, leaving an obvious wet spot on the paint, then stuffed the mess into my mouth.
“Fucking art,” Ren whispered, voice liquid heat.
My taste mixed with some road grit hit my tongue, but I swallowed it. I did the same thing to KC’s fingers that Ren had done earlier in the café, feeling higher and less connected to the ground the longer my dick waved in the wind and KC fucked my mouth with his fingers.
When he slipped away, I started laughing, but I could feel my emotions getting ready to bubble over, more explosive than a volcanic eruption.
I’d been trying so hard to stuff everything down and not make my issues anyone else’s problem.
I tried to turn away as tears gathered in my eyes and I fumbled my dick into my boxers, but then KC gathered me close.
A terrible sob spilled free into the sunshine.
God, it didn’t belong there. Once I started sobbing, I couldn’t stop, no matter how much I wanted to keep it all inside.