Chapter 35
Haven
We’ve only just stepped outside The Railyard when Kai grabs a fistful of my hair and kisses me. Somehow we keep walking, stumbling awkwardly in an effort not to let our lips part from each other, his hand finding my tit before we even make it across the parking lot.
As soon as we come up to Bastian’s Land Rover, Kai shoves me against the back driver-side door.
“Not an ounce of patience between you two,” Bastian murmurs beside us, his keys jangling as he fishes them from his pocket.
“Fuck patience.” Kai’s hand shoves between my thighs, and I gasp as he slips a finger inside me right out in the open where anyone walking past could see.
Thankfully, it’s dark out here and nearly midnight, so the parking lot is practically empty. There’s a bridge a short distance away, but even that area seems deserted. Something about the arrangement of streetlights and utility poles is tugging at my mind, but I’m too drunk and horny to care.
“Just let me get the door open—” Bastian begins, but Kai cuts him off with an annoyed sound.
“Red? Fucking red, Professor.”
Bastian lets out a sigh. “I know you’re not as dumb as you’re pretending to be.”
I moan because Kai’s palm is applying just the right amount of pressure to my clit as he grinds his hand against me. I roll my head against the car, giving Bastian such a lusty smile, he drops his car keys.
“Red means stop, right?” Kai says. “So fucking stop cockblocking me and let me finger my girlfriend in peace!”
Bastian turns to give Kai a look that could curdle milk. “Your girlfriend?” he repeats slowly. “The one I had my tongue in less than an hour ago?”
“Still my girlfriend.”
“Still my tongue.”
“Oh my God.” I shove Kai away from me, tugging my dress back down my thighs. “Can we not do this right now? I’m horny as fuck, and I’m not wearing underwear.”
That shuts them both up.
Bastian unlocks the car. The ancient Land Rover is in good condition, but not remarkable in any other way. Probably why Bastian drove it over here instead of his sleek black Tesla.
After all, we’re trying to be discreet.
…says the girl who just got fingered in the parking lot.
I spin to Bastian, darting onto my toes to press my lips to his as he rips open the back driver-side door. He kisses me back roughly while Kai makes a sound that might have been a growl somewhere behind me.
“Shotgun,” Kai says.
Bastian breaks off our kiss, pointing. “Back seat. Both of you.”
It’s not a suggestion.
“But I called—” Kai begins.
I grab Kai’s hand, causing him to glance at me. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, and I can see the outline of his cock straining against his slacks.
When I tug on his hand, he follows me into the back seat without another word.
Bastian must have had the car reupholstered, because no way the original seats were made of such soft, supple leather.
As soon as I’m inside, Kai pulls me onto his lap and forces me into a straddle. My dress rides up around my hips as I grind into the ridge of his hard cock pushing up through his slacks.
Bastian gets into the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t start the engine. Probably because the metallic clatter of me trying to rip Kai’s belt off is almost louder than his frustrated groans.
“Christ,” Bastian mutters. “Can’t you two wait until we get back to town?”
“Fuck that,” Kai says, in time with my frantic, “Not a chance.”
My back is to Bastian, but with the car’s interior light still shining, I’m sure he has a clear view of my ass when Kai drags my dress up my back so he can dig his fingers into my cheeks.
I gasp at the flicker of pain mingling with pleasure, then I’m fumbling inside Kai’s slacks for his cock. I hear Bastian’s car door slam, see his shadow pass by the window, and my stomach flips over at the thought that we’ve pissed him off somehow.
“Shit, Kai, we should—”
Kai’s mouth finds mine, stifling my protest.
The car door opens again, cool air gusting over my exposed thighs and ass before it slams closed again hard enough to rock the Land Rover.
The interior light goes out.
I feel Kai dip as a weight settles beside us on the seat. I try to look, but Kai grabs my throat with one hand, keeping me turned to him so he can kiss me. The other hand massages my ass hard enough to make me gasp against his mouth.
I’ve only just wrangled Kai’s cock out of his slacks when another hand closes over mine.
“Not yet,” Bastian rumbles beside us. “Let the need linger before you extinguish it.”
It sounds like bullshit of the highest order, but I pull my hand off Kai’s cock like the good girl I am, because holy fuck, when Bastian speaks to me in that tone of voice, I can’t help but obey.
And thank God I do, because when Bastian leans over and spits on Kai’s cock, Kai’s groan causes a painful throb deep inside me that makes me whimper.
But that sound has nothing on the agonized growl Kai lets out when Bastian curls his hand around Kai’s cock and starts working his spit into Kai’s shaft.
Bastian’s other hand slips between my legs, teasing my pussy and clit with soft strokes. I hook my arms behind the front headrests, hovering just enough to give our professor better access.
But it seems to aggravate Bastian that he can’t see between my legs with my dress in the way, because he stops touching me only long enough to bundle the skirt of my dress and force the fabric between my teeth.
“Bite,” he commands.
There’s no kissing anymore.
All me and Kai can do is pant as Bastian strokes Kai’s cock and toys with my pussy.
Kai keeps trying to grab my ass or my thighs or touch my clit, but all it takes is a quiet, “No,” from Bastian for him to pluck his hands away like he’s been scalded.
He fists his hands against his hips, his gaze darting between Bastian jerking him off and the way our professor’s other hand is driving me mad.
Kai lets out a strangled sound of frustration. “I can’t just—“
“Yes, you can. You’ll sit, and you’ll watch, and neither of you will come until I say so.”
“Red,” Kai grits out.
“Safe words aren’t for tantrums,” Bastian says, his dark eyes gleaming when he glances over at me. “Do you agree, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” I manage, though I would’ve agreed to a double murder-suicide right now if Bastian asked.
Kai thumps his fists into the car’s seat, his back arching as he fights not to grab Bastian’s hand, not to come, just to sit there and take it.
I’m glad I’ve got something to bite onto, because Bastian is teasing me just as fucking hard. Just as I’m about to surrender, he moves his fingers away.
“Jesus, please,” Kai mutters, punching the car seat again. “I’ve got to—“
“Take my cock out if you need something to keep busy with,” Bastian says.
Kai scoffs. Even through the waves of pleasure our professor is wringing out of us, I can’t believe Kai is still fighting his attraction. Bastian shoves two fingers inside me, causing me to start bucking my hips.
Which brings me closer to the crown of Kai’s cock.
And Bastian—the sick fuck he is—angles Kai’s cock so my dripping, aching pussy drags over the tip of that cock every time I buck forward.
God, it sounds like we’re torturing Kai. And I must be a closet sadist, because I’m loving every second.
“That’s it,” Bastian murmurs. “You feel how wet she is, boy? Bet you wish you had your cock inside our pretty little slut’s dripping cunt, don’t you?”
I see something give inside Kai.
With a sound that’s half-whimper, half-growl, he rips open Bastian’s belt and shoves a hand down his suit pants.
Bastian groans, shifting to his knees so Kai can guide his cock out.
“Fuck,” I mutter through the fabric caught in my teeth.
I can’t take it anymore. The sight of Kai stroking his hand down Bastian’s thick cock while Bastian has his fingers inside me and wrapped around Kai’s dick is too much for me to take.
My eyes feel like they’re rolling to the back of my head as an orgasm slams into me. Muscles locking, back arching like a demon is leaving my body.
Too-da-loo, motherfucker.
“Fuck her, Kai. Fuck her so hard, she screams.” Bastian’s voice sounds disembodied, but Kai’s cock sure as hell is real.
He slams home between my slick, shamelessly spread thighs, driving his cock all the way inside my pussy.
I shudder around him, vaguely aware that Bastian’s got my dress in a fist so he can watch Kai’s cock sink inside me. Then, while I’m still riding out my orgasm, our professor drops his head and sucks my clit between his teeth.
I yell a curse.
I think I even black out.
When my eyes flutter open, I’m bouncing on Kai’s lap so hard my teeth clack together. My hand is in Bastian’s hair, though I have no memory of grabbing him. His tongue laps at my clit as Kai thrusts in and out of me.
I come again, and feel a surge of wetness rush out of me. “Fuck! Kai! I just—Fuuuck!”
Bastian just bit down on my clit hard enough that I see stars.
And Kai forces his cock inside me and stays buried as he empties himself deep inside me.
I feel Bastian licking and sucking at us, hear Kai whimpering like he’s dying, and all I can do is grind down into Kai’s lap like the pathetic, desperate whore I am.
But when Bastian grabs my ass and wrenches my ass cheeks apart, and I feel him spit down on me, my entire body goes into lockdown.
“Red!”
Everyone freezes.
I swallow mid-pant, shivering violently as I throw Bastian a guilty look.
“Red?” he murmurs, looking confused.
“Red!” I rasp. “Dear God, red!”
I’ve never been this oversensitized in my life. It feels like my nerve endings have been set on fire. Just the feel of Kai’s cock still inside me makes me want to burst into tears.
Slowly—ever so fucking slowly—Bastian helps me off Kai’s cock and onto the seat between them.
I can’t stop shaking.
“Are you okay—” Kai begins.
“Shh,” I whisper furiously, squeezing my eyes shut. “Both of you, just…shh…”
My heart rate drops. The pounding in my chest becomes a sullen throb. But fuck, my clit and pussy are still thumping with every beat of my heart.
That’s when I feel the pressure in my bladder.
I’m almost grateful for it, because at least it means I didn’t pee myself.
“Bathroom,” I whisper urgently. “Need bathroom now.”
Bastian moves beside me, and when I force my eyes open, I see he’s glancing toward the restaurant. “They’re closed.” He’s already moving. “I’ll drive us to the closest gas station—“
“Can’t wait.” I scramble over Kai’s lap, ripping open the door.
I pause just long enough to make sure I can walk, gesturing at the two men staring at me like an alien spaceship had just dropped me off in the parking lot. “Keep yourselves busy. I’ll go find a bush.”
Kai grabs Bastian by the tie, hauling him forward, and then they’re kissing.
It’s messy and desperate, Kai kissing him like he’s trying to consume him, and Bastian lets him, even melting into it, his hands coming up to cup Kai’s face.
After the mini sex-fest we just had in the back of Bastian’s Land Rover, I can’t blame them for turning on each other like rabid dogs.
But God, I wish I didn’t have to pee so badly so I could stay and watch.
“Holy hell,” I breathe, watching them as long as I dare. “That’s so fucking hot…”
But I have to leave, because it’s that or risk my bladder exploding.
The parking area of The Railyard butts up against the railway tracks, and because there’s a bridge nearby, there’s plenty of scree and shrubbery covering the ground here. I get as close to the concrete wall as I can before ducking behind a scraggly bush and squatting to pee.
I moan in relief.
Why the hell didn’t I use the restroom before we left?
Oh, right. Because we were all out of our fucking minds.
Bladder finally empty, I stand and rearrange my dress around my legs.
Movement catches my eye. I glance toward the bridge, blinking to focus my bleary eyes.
It’s hard to make out much in the darkness, but I swear I see something moving in the underpass. I shiver in the cold, retreating a quick step.
That sense of familiarity hits me like a freight train.
The railway tracks.
The bridge.
The underpass.
Dear God, don’t let it be the same underpass.
But the more my bleary eyes scan the dark structures up ahead, the more that sense of knowing grows inside me.
“Fuck,” I pant out, my heart jumping into my throat. “Fuck!”
I spin around, losing my footing on the loose soil, and skid—
—landing on my ass, dress hiked up to my hips, at the feet of a man who smells like he just left his single-wide meth lab for a quick stroll down memory lane.
“Well, fuck,” he drawls, tilting his head as he stares down at my shock-frozen body with an incredulous smile. “If it isn’t Haven fucking Lee. Thought you’d skipped town, bitch.”