32. Torin
THIRTY-TWO
torin
Watching Bay Astor fuck my best friend is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.
Never thought I’d sit in the backseat of my car, wanting to watch Reeve fuck a girl, but this isn’t just any girl.
This is a South Shore girl.
And while the persona of that would make me completely uninterested before, she’s broken through that barrier. Even forced herself past it without desiring or maybe planning it, but she has, and I’m trying to keep my feelings capped.
My cock is hard and pressed into the zipper of my jeans, her body perfection as Reeve kisses her long and deep.
He’s fucking crazy for her, has been since day one like he claims, and not once has he denied his attraction because that’s just who he is. He’s the most fearless person I know and when he’s loyal to you, you have him for life.
I’m lucky to have that in my life but it lies nowhere else.
I watch Reeve whisper something in her ear, her flawless, round ass still perched in his lap like she belongs there.
And she does.
Bay is good for Reeve, as long as she’s not planning to fuck our whole crew later.
And that …yeah, that makes me somewhat jealous that I didn’t drop my prejudice and stake a claim on her my damn self.
I fucked her on the couch of my library, sure, but that was to make a point. It wasn’t what Reeve is surprisingly—not so surprisingly—trying to do with her now, and that’s to show her that he’s sincere.
Fuck, when I kissed her on the beach, and turned her face around to me, I’m surprised Reeve didn’t rip my fucking head off. We’re brothers, yeah, but hell if I know if I’d share her with any other man.
Bruh, you kinda just did in a way.
Bay’s aqua blues suddenly slice my way, freezing my next breath as she moves off Reeve’s lap and fucking crawls over the leather seat to me.
Attentively, I watch her, my cock twitching painfully in my pants as she stops between my parted legs and places her hands on either side of my hips.
“What do you want, Wildfire?” I ask softly as her teeth sink down on the inside of her lower lip.
Those fucking lips, dude.
Fuck.
Pink, plush, perfect for kissing, sucking, and biting down on.
Bay leans forward, coming within a few inches of my face and stays there. The smell of sweat and the lavender filling my nostrils and it’s always something different with her. Always keeping me on my toes with the smallest fucking things.
“Whatever you’d let me do, I guess.”
I lift a brow. “Do?” I look back at Reeve whose hand is on her ass as he stares at the two globes and that pretty pink pussy. Hypnotized in his own world over there. “Reeve not enough, Wildfire?”
I hear the asshole chuckle and the spread of Bay’s lips widen into a larger smile. “I’m just being a greedy bitch tonight, Pretty Boy.”
She moves closer, straightening her spine and placing one thigh over mine then the other. Her weight feels like it was meant to be there. Her sex wafts into my nose, and I suppress a growl that wants to let loose from my throat.
“You sure you wanna do this?” I press, keeping my hands balls into fists at my sides. “I don’t think you know what you’re doing, baby.”
“I know exactly what I’m doing.”
She doesn’t.
Bay fails to understand how long I’ve wanted to own her. How many times I’ve imagined her being mine in every single way possible. My brain has taken me to places they never should’ve gone when this woman hasn’t given me anything in return.
She’s never once asked for anything from me.
Not even when she was with Matteo.
Bowing forward off the side of the car door, I hover my lips over hers and feel the faint exhales coming off her lips. “When I have you again, Wildfire, I’m likely gonna want more. And when I want more…I’m going to find you to get it. Your little Nameless crew can get fucked.”
“I’m not part of a gang,” she deadpans into my eyes for the millionth time. She says it, I heard it. I’m just not a hundred and ten percent sold on it like the other idiot in the car with me right now.
“Nah, but they sure do like you a lot.”
“They don’t now.”
I latch onto her hips and drive her body down to grind against the strain in my pants, an immediate gasps sounding off her lips just how I wanted her to. “You don’t want to fuck me, baby. You want to muddle my brain up and get me pussy-whipped.”
Too late.
Bay tsks and wraps her arms around my neck in a vise that has me locked in on every move she makes. “Don’t overthink it, Pretty Boy. You’ve got a lot on your plate and so do I. I care about my family, so remember that when you pass judgment on me. You want me and I want you. So, fuck me like you want me, or I’ll go see if Reeve wants round two.”
“I think ol’ boy is brain dead over there.”
“Fuck him and shut him up, McQueen,” my best friend urges in amusement. “He hasn’t had good pussy his whole life.”
Bay doesn’t follow his orders, silently looking down at me as if deciding that.
We don’t speak, and when the longest of seconds goes by, she finally rips her shirt up over her head, displaying a black bra that’s not Victoria Secret, not a piece of lingerie that girls think us men obsess about, but a plain as hell bra that her ivory tits sit impeccably in.
Her raven hair falls down her shoulder, teasing the skin of those perfect globes and I suck in a breath.
This woman is fucking beautiful.
I’d be a moron to not realize that. To not note it every single time she’s within my sight.
Bay slowly reaches behind her to unclasp the material that holds her tits from spilling out when I snatch both of her biceps because I’m serious.
I’m serious that this right here is going to change everything.
I can feel her slithering underneath my skin each time we’re together. No matter how much I still don’t fully trust her, I can’t help but want her. Reeve’s already fucked up, but he’ll bounce back.
Actually, I’m hoping he does.
I don’t need him spiraling back into another cocaine binge and losing himself in the darkness he’s tried to stay away from for most of his life.
“Last chance,” I warn with steel to my tone. “You can get dressed. I’ll walk you to your car and follow you home. We’ll never speak about it again. You don’t…remember what I said.”
The cotton fabric continues to loosen, and my mind goes ballistic. Seizing it, I yank it down her arms and my eyes don’t even register how big, small, or perky they are, I’m just cupping the back of her neck and hurling her into my chest. Our lips fuse together, immediately sending an electrical current shooting through my entire body.
The waistband of my pants is loosened within seconds as she rises her weight off me, giving me some room to slide them down my ass to mid-thigh. Then she’s back on top of me, stroking my hard cock through my boxers and working it out to play.
Our tongues duel against each other’s, so many things have been said and threatened between us that it’s all starting to blur together into more than acquaintances, but…fuck. Do I have a crush on this chick?
Nah, I’ve been past crush for a while now. Especially when she tests that theory and slides down the length of me without hesitation and her pussy mercilessly squeezes my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan out as she pulls herself closer, pushing her lips against mine to keep the fire between us red-hot.
Bay slowly begins to ride me in languid strokes while my hands rest on her fleshy ass. My heart slams so violently in my chest that I’m bound to have a heart attack if I can’t calm down.
Bay moans, and when she does, it doesn’t sound fake. Her tits are almost in my face, and I lean in to dart my tongue out just to get a taste. Her pace quickens as I squeeze her bottom to fuck me harder.
Our breaths are mingled together into pants and mews, groans, grunts, and pure ungiven fucks.
This chick is going to be the death of me if I don’t cool it.
Shards of pleasure keep bearing down on my groin with every spot she hits, and I want so much fucking more it’s disgusting.
It’s addicting.
It’s fucking heaven.
“Can you get on your hands and knees for me, Wildfire?” I ask between the caresses and bites of our mouths. “I want to see you arch that back for me so I can fuck you deep and—” She’s already moving. The badass girl from South Shore likes to be ordered around when she’s going to get to come and fall from the skyscraper of lust and salaciousness.
Getting onto my own knees, Reeve’s already catching her mouth, not able to get enough. Not able to control himself now that he’s had her.
I can’t blame the guy, and it surprisingly doesn’t bother me as I pull a condom from my wallet, chucking the damn thing somewhere in the front seat as I slide the latex material down my length.
Trailing a path with my fingers down her spine to her ass, I spread those peachy cheeks and guide myself back inside her tightness. The air is immediately sucked from my lungs as Bay pushes back up against me, taking all of me and bouncing her ass against my pelvis. The flesh jiggles and shakes, causing my balls to tighten in response to how glorious the view is, strangling me with pure fervor that has been taunting me for weeks now with her.
I thrust myself deeper, rooting myself to both of our releases, demanding hers to come with a great deal of force, because I’m an asshole and I need her to remember this time and the last.
I’m not sure if I’m going to get another chance, even if I do seek her out to have her taut cunt wrapped around me again. It’s gonna be a bitch to get over, to crave and not obtain, but fuck me, I’ll take this—her—over never being able to experience her ever again in my life.
Pushing her body lower to plunge as far as I can go, Reeve and her kiss breaks, and that’s when she goes right back down to Reeve’s cock and begins sucking.
His hand falls to the top of her head, encouraging her while I buck and grind.
“Fuck, Bay,” I pant, watching her head bob over my best friend. “I think she’s trying to off us both, Reeve.”
“I don’t mind dying like this,” he replies, still looking down at the back of her head. “At least I’ll know what heaven feels like before I head down to hell.”
Same.
Although, I’m not sure how coming out of this isn’t going to be anything less than purgatory now that we both know what she feels, smells, and tastes like.
Almost.
However, I’ll make sure to get between her thighs with my own mouth, eventually.
“Her lips are fucking weapons,” Reeve quips. “C’mere, McQueen.” His fingers lace into her raven locks, and he pulls her up to look at her. “Does he feel good, baby? Are you going to come again?”
“Yes,” she pants, then gasps when I must hit a spot that was either painfully surprising or felt good.
“Your tits feel amazing,” he moans, and I hadn’t noticed that he had touched those either. “Lean up.”
She straightens up, her spine to my chest as I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her steady.
“You like sucking cock, Bay?” I whisper in her ear. “Taking two cocks at the same time?”
“Yes.” She glimpses over her shoulder at me. “I love—” She squeals, and I see Reeve’s ass in the air, more than likely going down on her as I fuck her at a new angle.
“Is he licking that pretty clit of yours?”
She bobs her head. “Yeah. Holy sh— fuck , Reeve.” Moving her hair, I go for her neck, wrapping my lips around the column and sucking at the glistening sweat there. “I like that, Pretty Boy.”
I hum in response, feeling her ass cushion my thrusts and the muscles in my groin tighten in warning that I’m about to explode every ounce of animalistic lust that I have for this woman.
“Baby, I’m going to come, so you better chill.”
She meets me then, pushing back on me, and with everything I have within me, I hold back. “I want you to lose all fucking control, Pretty Boy. Fuck me like you own this pussy.”
“I do own this pussy,” I leer, sinking my teeth into her soft flesh. “And that little fucker licking you dry owns it right now too.”
“More than right now,” Reeve chimes in. “I want her to be it.”
It.
Like forever.
“Would you like that?” I nudge the sensitive part of her skin with my nose, desiring that answer more than fucking anything. “Do you want to be Reeve’s?”
She doesn’t answer, her mind, I’m sure, going a million miles a minute. Just like mine always is when she’s around.
The sins of a generation before us make us who we are, how we act toward each other. Some West Side Story shit with a bad ending and lives destroyed over two people on the opposite sides of the tracks.
Except there’re three of us, and we’re all fucked up in different ways.
“Damn, McQueen,” Reeve mutters, coming up to kneel in front of her and getting into her face. “I’m trying to show you my best work here.”
She reaches up, resting her palm along his cheek, and he clasps onto her hand. “It’s not you, Reevie…it’s everything. It’s my past and?—”
“Say no more.” He leans in and presses a chaste kiss to her lips. “Just feel…and milk the shit out of Torin’s cock so he can pass out and we can go again.”
Her body jolts with a small chuckle, and I roll my eyes. I’m trying to throw in my own best work here and he’s playing Casablanca with her.
“Technically,” I mutter against the shell of her ear, “I wouldn’t mind if you fucked me to sleep. It’s been a long time since I’ve slept well.”
“I think she needs her clit played with.” More of her weight falls back on me, which alludes that’s exactly what he’s doing. “And she has to have it deeper, Pretty Boy.”
“Don’t fucking call me that,” I chide, but doing exactly what he says. “Make sure you catch her…because she’s going to lose the feeling in her legs.”
Bay wraps both arms around my neck and tilts her head back, arching that out-of-this-world body into me. “Right there, Pretty Boy. That feels so fucking good.”
Her commentary only fuels me to do better, be better, a flurry of throbbing pleasure threatening to overtake me. “Reeve’s right…you’re fucking perfect, baby. And beautiful. Fucking sin wrapped in this morally wrong body that would make grown men like us do anything just to do this with you.”
Her lips fall to the stubble of my jaw, and she kisses every inch she can reach. “Keep talkin’ like that to me and I just may bend over at your every command, Wildes.”
“Pretty Boy,” I correct her, bowing my head so I can arrive at her lips. “It’s growin’ on me.”
I feel her smile against my mouth. “Pretty Boy.”
“Fuck me up and come on me, baby. I want to feel you squeeze around me and listen to you come when I’m inside you. Would make my whole fucking year.”
“Just your year?” I fasten my lips to hers, because it’d make my whole fucking life and that scares me. When have I ever felt like this with someone since growing a pair of balls and becoming my own man outside of who Emilio wanted me to be? And I’m afraid that’s going to kill me one day.
“Let’s keep doing this,” I whisper. “And we’ll keep tacking years on.”
Bay coaxes my mouth open wider as we fall back into something her and I can do very well. She can make out with me any day, time, or second, and I’ll give this woman anything she wants.
Her unsteady exhales fill my mouth, panting once again against me and moaning sweetness in my ears.
She’s close, and I’m about to explode, but that’s what her and I are.
I’m the dynamite, and she’s the fuse, and when lit, we’re a force so bright and powerful that no one can shatter it.
Because I’d never stop fucking her, no matter what anyone says after this. Something’s shifting within my universe, and this is more than just thrusting my cock deep inside her and listening to her quick breaths.
Now I understand how Reeve feels.
Bay whimpers harshly before tensing in my grip, her body trembling as she comes, plunging downward from her orgasm. On her high, I combust along with her, the sounds of her frenzy causing me to join her, and it’s the most erotic and connected I’ve ever felt to another human being.
Reeve chuckles as Bay holds on to him for dear life, holding my weight too as I notice I’ve used her to keep me steady from the immediate draw of energy that just barreled through me.
“Damn,” my best friend drawls. “I think we all just found our new latest hobby together.”
“Shut up,” I quip through heavy inhales and exhales. “Don’t get used to seeing my dick.”
“I didn’t,” he retorts. “But it looks like Bay Bay McQueen has something to say about all this.”
“Yeah,” she pants, straightening her spine against my chest. “I hope you both like each other…because this is going to happen again.”