Page 65 of Heat Clinic

“You’re so hot, baby. Is he making you feel good?” Sam asks over Tom’s shoulder.

I nod, not trusting myself to speak. As if letting the first sound out will release all of them like a pent up dam. My heart pounds in my temples as my breathing hitches.

Tom rubs my clit with rapid circles until I’m panting from the strain of holding still, staying quiet. “It makes me wonder what it will take to break you. Did you like being watched at the clinic? To have all those hungry eyes on you, eating up the sight of your slick-drenched hole as all those alphas took their turns rutting you until we found you?”

Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck.

My body clenches tight, and then the tight spring snaps and I come, my walls fluttering as Tom groans, heedless of the noise he’s making or simply not caring as my release triggers his own. His cock jumps inside of me as he pulses, his seed drenching me as he pumps all of it deep inside and slows his pace, dragging it out. He digs his fingers into my hips and gives one last thrust, then withdraws and tugs his pants up as he steps back.

I lie there panting and dripping while Sam unzips his jeans and shoves them down to his knees. He gives his cock two tugs, and then he’s ready and sinking into me, pushing his way in. He’s careless of my aftershocks, of the way my body twitches as he hits my cervix and pulls out and thrusts again until he finds his rhythm.

I’m barely coming down from the first release when he starts to pound into me, to thrust the way he’s learned I like as his balls slap against my ass. He’s thicker, a little shorter, and he lacks the slight leftward curve Tom has. I think I’d know them all apart from one another, even in the dark. They leave their brand on me, inside of me, one by one.

Tom leans over Sam’s shoulder and tuts. “She should have her tits out so we can watch them bounce. Darling? You haven’t taken part in our little dogging adventure so far.”

“You’re right. Let’s fix that.” Marcus reaches into the backseat and grabs the top edge of my dress, tugging and hooking the stretchy material under my breasts.

“Fuck, baby, you wore the lacy one?” Sam stops and pulls my breasts over the cups of my bra and pinches my stiff nipples, then goes back to fucking me. “God, you’re so pretty,” Sam groans. “I want everyone to look at you and see how pretty you are when you come and drench my cock with your slick.”

“That’s much better,” Tom says. “It occurs to me that perhaps we should have access to all of her at all times. Maybe forbid her from wearing panties altogether?”

They wouldn’t dare.I make a rough sound of protest.

Marcus rumbles, but his voice is so deep I can’t tell if it’s a low growl or a deep purr. A trickle of slick rolls down the crack of my ass at the sound of him, and I whimper as Sam plays with me, toying with my overly sensitive clit.

“I’ll consider it,” Marcus says. “It would be nice to bend her over and take her whenever and wherever we want.”

It’s too much. Too much sensation. Too much work trying to stay quiet. My toes curl in my shoes as I squirm, trying to get comfortable in the back of this car. It’s awkward. There’s nowhere to put my legs. Nothing to grab and squeeze and hold onto while they drag me under and drown me in pleasure. My shoe falls off and lands somewhere in the gravel—I don’t know where. I don’t care. An entire marching band could walk by, and I’m not sure I would notice.

Tom reaches between me and Sam and works my clit until it feels so good it hurts, and I don’t think I can take it anymore without bursting. I press my face into the backseat of the car and use it to muffle my whimpers as I come.

Sam doesn’t stop. He doesn’t give me mercy and pause to let me come down or find a break to breathe. He fucks me until my legs are shaking and he pants with his efforts.

“Not all of them, though,” he says. “She’s got a crotchless one with a sequined heart that sits above the crack of her ass. Fuck, just thinking about it’s enough to make me fuckinghnnng—”

He comes, flooding me, and leans against the roof of the car until his cock stops twitching with each pump of cum he empties inside me. After he’s caught his breath, he pulls out and spreads my labia apart to see their handiwork.

“Very nice,” Tom says, dipping a finger into me. I clench around the intrusion, more of their cum and my slick sliding down my ass to make a puddle underneath me.

They’ve wrecked me.

My chest heaves, I’ve bitten my lip a little too hard, my breasts are spilled out of my bra, I’ve lost a shoe, the cops are probably on their way by now for our lewd act of public indecency, and I’m wet and dripping with the cum of two men.

Fuck the upholstery.

They deserve to have stained leather for torturing me like this.

Marcus shifts in the driver’s seat, opening his door and getting out. It slams shut, and my heart thumps in my chest, my breath hitching as he walks around to the open doorway I’m partially hanging out of. They move, making room for him, as he stops between my spread thighs. He fills the entire space, his broad frame blocking everything out.

Fuck, the way he drags his fingertips around the outsides of my thighs makes something tight clench tighter inside of me. Like he’s proud. Like he’s happy they’ve rutted and wrecked me on the side of the road for anyone passing by to see. Tom and Sam shift so they can watch from the sidelines.

His thumb slicks through my soaked folds and teases me until my hips rock against his touch, seeking more. I’m close again, impossibly hungry for it even without the haze of a heat to explain this raging desire that won’t quench. It’s them. Their pheromones. They’ve triggered this latent urge to bond. I whine when he stops, my lips pressed into a thin line to dampen the sound. To not get caught.

Marcus unzips his jeans, the metal zipper loud among the birdsong and dull roar of passing motorists, and shoves them down. He’s hard, his big alpha cock getting thicker in his hand with every tug he makes, and then he notches himself at my entrance. His thrust is slow. Controlled. He hits the end of me and pushes, forcing me to stretch, to take him. It’s a pleasure that straddles the line of pain without the heat delirium to soften its edges. If Tom and Sam hadn’t warmed me up, it would hurt.

“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” Marcus says. “They prepared you so well for me.”

From this angle, I can see each moment he seats himself completely. His huge cock makes my lower belly bulge as he fucks me gently with deep thrusts that nudge at my womb and fill me ‘til I’m aching with him.

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