Chapter 38
jeremy
It was dark, and we had under an hour left in the trip. As much as I’d debated this morning whether I was actually going to show up, I was glad I had. Not that I’d ever admit that to Luna, but she’d been right.
Somehow, swapping random life stories, arguing over our favorite foods, and talking about stupid, mundane shit had actually made me feel more connected to them. And that was the part that scared me most. Because easy meant I’d start wanting more.
I was in the back seat with her, close enough that her knee brushed mine every time the truck hit a bump.
“My mom texted.” Dirks glanced at me in the rearview. “She said she’d have dinner waiting for us, unless you guys wanted to wait until morning.”
“No way,” Luna said around a mouthful of carrot, grinning as she shoved another in. “Let’s do it.”
Her words from the hallway wouldn’t stop replaying—I love you, Dirks.
Jealous? Maybe. I wasn’t supposed to be, but jealousy never announces itself—it just seeps in.
It looked so easy for her with him. With me, everything was sharp edges and second-guesses.
And maybe that was my fault.
Hell, it was definitely my fault.
“What’s in your head?” Luna glanced at me.
“Nothing.”
It wasn’t nothing. It was too much.
She studied me for a second longer, but I kept my gaze fixed out the window. The truck fell quiet for a beat.
Then Luna cleared her throat lightly. “Well… I’m not wearing a bra.”
Dirks barked a laugh.
I turned my head slowly toward her. She bit her cheek, trying not to grin, clearly pleased with herself for throwing a conversational grenade into the silence.
My gaze dropped to the hem of the flowy pink and yellow maxi skirt draped over her thighs.
“It took you this fucking long to tell me?”
Dirks snorted from behind the wheel.
I let my eyes move back to Luna—yellow cropped sweater, tiny buttons down the middle, the soft cling of fabric over a body I was already thinking too much about. My gaze dipped lower, catching the faint outline through the knit.
“You gonna swerve us off the road if I keep looking?”
“Nah,” Dirks said easily. “I’m good.”
Luna leaned back, smug as hell. “We’re going to tell him exactly what’s happening.”
Dirks grinned. “Better get the tension out, you’re in a better mood after anyway.”
“No way, he’s not. Last time he left, remember?”
“Hate to break it to you, Lune,” Dirks said, eyes flicking between us in the mirror, “but he’s got nowhere to go now.”
He wasn’t wrong. The truth was, sex got me out of my head. Always had. For a few hours, it was quiet.
I leaned over in the back seat, unbuckled my belt, and muttered toward the front, “Drive safe, Dirks.”
I turned to my right, where Luna sat pressed close beside me, and went straight for the buttons on her yellow sweater, popping them open one by one until the last one gave.
Her tits spilled free, begging to be in my hands.
“Look at these,” I said, cupping them, squeezing hard enough to make her gasp.
I bent down, sucking one nipple into my mouth, pulling until it popped free. I dragged my tongue over it before I switched to the other.
“She’s already moaning for me. Hasn’t even been thirty seconds.
” I pinched one nipple, rolling it between my fingers until her breath hitched, then gave the other the same treatment.
“Always been like this,” I told him without looking up.
“Her nipples are so sensitive I could make her come just from playing with them.”
She hummed in agreement, and I shoved her skirt up, bunching the fabric at her waist, not giving a shit that she still had those thick winter boots on.
“Fuck . . . Dirks, you hear that?” I worked my fingers through her slit so the wet sound filled the cab. “She’s dripping for me. Cunt’s so warm I could keep my hand here all night.”
I slid two fingers in, curling them up hard until she jolted. Pressing my thumb to her clit, I circled it slowly. With my other hand, I tugged at her nipple, twisting it until she whimpered.
“She’s squeezing my fingers now,” I told him, eyes on him in the mirror. “I’ve got my thumb on her clit, two fingers buried deep, and her tits in my hand.”
I kept working my fingers inside her, my thumb grinding over her clit, watching the way her hips rocked into me. Her moans filled the cab, and Dirks’s knuckles were white on the steering wheel.
“Tell me what you want me to do to her, Dirks. You can’t touch her right now, so you get to call it—get her off with my hand, or have her ride me.”
“Which one’s going to get you off harder?”
I glanced at Luna. Her lips were parted, her tits rising and falling fast, her skirt bunched at her waist.
“Ride me.”
Her seat belt was off in seconds. I shoved my jeans and boxers down to my knees, my cock springing free.
“I’m on the pill,” she breathed, wrapping her hand around me. “I get tested—no surprises.”
“So do I,” I rasped, thrusting up against her grip. “We’re good.”
That was all I needed. She guided me to her dripping heat, and the moment she sank down, my hands locked on her hips.
“Fuck, Dirks, she’s so goddamn tight right now.”
Her yellow sweater was open, and when she leaned forward, her tits smashed right into my face. I groaned, taking one nipple into my mouth and sucking while she ground herself down on me.
“That’s my cock splitting you open, every inch. You’re so wet it’s dripping down my balls.”
I pulled back to look at Dirks in the mirror. “She’s bouncing on me now, tits in my face, pussy squeezing like she’s begging me to fill her up.”
I slid my hands under her sweater, gripping those perfect, heavy tits, thumbs brushing over her nipples. “Her nipples are so hard, Dirks, they’re rubbing my palms every time she moves.”
Her nails dug into my shoulders, her moans getting louder as she picked up the pace, her skirt swaying over my thighs and hiding the way my cock disappeared inside her over and over.
“Jesus fuck, Lune—” I gripped her hips, dragging her down harder, making her take all of me until I bottomed out. “Dirks, she’s fucking swallowing my cock. Every time I pull out, her pussy clamps down on me.”
Her tits were bouncing in my face, nipples brushing my lips with every movement. I latched onto one, sucking until my cheeks hollowed.
“You like that?” I growled against her skin. “You like riding me while he’s watching? While he can hear how wet you are?”
I spread my knees wider, grinding up into her. My cock slammed deep, the head catching that perfect spot inside her. “She’s leaking all over me.”
She tried to muffle a moan, and I slapped her ass under the skirt. “Nah, honey, let him hear you. Let him hear how good I fuck you.”
She clawed at my shoulders, rolling her hips in messy circles, chasing it.
I shoved her sweater open further so her tits were bare, bouncing with every thrust. I pinched both nipples hard, twisting until she gasped, and rammed up into her. “You’re clenching so tight. You trying to milk it out of me, huh?”
Dirks’s voice was strained. “Make her come.”
I smirked, looking up into her flushed face. “You hear that? He wants you to come for me.” My thumb found her clit. “Gonna soak me while he drives?”
Her breath came in desperate little gasps, her pussy fluttering around me, and I knew she was right there.
“Do it,” I growled. “Make a mess of me.”
“Yes, oh fuck, Jer—”
“That’s it, baby. Rub yourself all over my cock while I work this little button.” I pressed two fingers against her clit, giving her the friction she needed while her tits bounced right in my face. “Dirks, she’s going to explode.”
“Jer— fuck— I’m—”
“Come for me,” I snarled, ramming my hips up into her at the same time my fingers flicked her clit. “Drench me, Luna. Now.”
She screamed my name and came hard, clamping down on my cock so tight I nearly lost it right there. Her pussy pulsed around me, soaking my shaft, the skirt hiding everything, but I could feel the mess all over my lap.
My fingers never left her clit, keeping her squirming, milking every drop of her orgasm until my own broke. My cock jerked deep inside her, heat flooding her in thick pulses until I was groaning into her tits.
When she finally started to pull up, breathing hard, I caught her hips and held her in place. “No, honey,” I panted against her neck. “Not done yet.”
I kissed her hard, then gave her ass a squeeze before nodding toward the front. “Get up there. In the passenger seat.”
She slid off my lap with a soft laugh, hips swaying as she moved. My eyes dropped automatically to the curve of her ass as she climbed into the front passenger seat.
Fuck, I’d missed that view.
“Dirks, you ever gotten road head?”
“N-No.”
“Good.” I smirked. “You deserve a little pleasure from our girl. She’s gonna give it to you right now.”
Luna’s eyes flicked to mine, pupils blown wide.
“Unbuckle him. Nice and easy.”
She leaned forward, breasts pressing together in that cropped yellow sweater, and released his seat belt. I leaned forward between the seats, bracing a hand on the console so I could watch every inch of what she did.
She slid her hand deliberately along the outside of his thigh, fingers grazing until she reached his zipper.
“Tease him first,” I instructed. “Trace him with your nails . . . let him feel how close you are before you even touch his cock.”
Her nails scraped lightly along the length of him through the denim, and Dirks let out a sharp exhale.
“Now, get him out.”
She popped his button, slowly tugged the zipper down, and eased his cock free, curling her fingers around the thick base. She gave it one long stroke, from root to tip, watching the way his jaw flexed.
“Spit on it,” I ordered.
She leaned over and let a thick strand fall from her lips. It caught the head before it slid down his shaft. She wrapped her hand around him, spreading it while keeping her eyes on his face.
“That’s it. Now take just the tip. Wrap those lips around him and swirl your tongue like you mean it.”
She whimpered and leaned in, sealing her lips over the swollen head. Dirks groaned, knuckles strangling the wheel.
“Go slow. Inch by inch,” I directed, watching the way her cheeks hollowed as she sank deeper. “Whatever you can’t take in your mouth, stroke with your hand. Yeah, just like that.”
She pulled back with a wet pop, saliva clinging in thin strings, then slid down again, deeper this time. Her nails grazed his thigh while her other hand twisted on the shaft.
“Deep now, honey. I want him to feel the back of your throat. Hold him there. Breathe through your nose.”
She took him to the root, her nose brushing his stomach, eyes fluttering closed as she swallowed around him.
“Good girl,” I murmured, watching her pull back slowly before sinking down again. “Keep that rhythm. Make him fight not to come too soon.”
Dirks’s hips jerked involuntarily, and I snapped, “Don’t you move, man. Hands on the wheel. Let her work you.”
She hummed around him, and Dirks cursed under his breath. Saliva dripped from her chin as she twisted and sucked, her hand stroking in time with her mouth.
“When I say, you finish him, and you’re gonna swallow every drop, then show me your empty mouth like the good little slut you are.”
“F-fuck. I’m— Jesus, I’m gonna come—”
She didn’t pull back. If anything, she went harder, deeper, sucking like she wanted to drain him dry. His groan turned into a full-on scream, the kind that ripped right out of his chest, and then he was spilling into her mouth.
She took it all. Every hot pulse. Her throat worked as she swallowed, her eyes on me the whole time.
When he finally sagged back in the seat, she popped off with a wet sound, spun in her seat to look at me, and stuck out her tongue to show me—empty.
“Good girl. Clean him up and put him away.”
She didn’t hesitate. Bent back over him, she ran her tongue over every inch, licking him clean before tucking him back into his jeans and buckling him up.
“Thank you,” Dirks breathed.
I leaned back in my seat, glanced down at my lap, and cursed under my breath.
“Fuck. I’m hard again.”
“See, baby?” Luna crooned. “Maybe you and Mr. Dingles are attracted to each other after all.”
That actually made me laugh—hard. So hard my ribs hurt.
I leaned over, grabbed her by the hips, and hauled her back toward me. “You think you’re funny? Fine. Ride me and don’t stop—not until we get there—as payback for that little sassy remark.”
From the driver’s seat, Dirks chuckled. “Guess this road trip just got interesting.”