Page 78 of Heat Clinic

Emily shoves me out of the bathroom and slams the door shut, and then the water runs as she heats up the attachment. They’ve got a fancy model with all the bells and whistles. She’ll be fine.

“I’m going down to the basement if you need me,” I call through the door.

There. I head out and take the elevator down. Now she can’t accuse me of lurking to take advantage of her since Marcus ordered her to wear only skirts or dresses and forbade panties all together whenever she’s at home. With Tom busy supervising the contractors and Marcus off to work, if I’m eighteen stories downstairs maybe I won’t be tempted to flip her skirt up and take her, heedless of the strangers tromping through her sacred space and making her all antsy and irritated.

Omegas hate having intruders in their nest.

The basement is empty and quiet. I flip on the lights and pull out the key Marcus gave me over dinner. I still can’t believe it. A 1955 Triumph T110. She’s the second prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.

I stroke my fingers over her handles and inspect her closer, making a list in my phone of the parts I’ll need and browsing the auction and hobby sites for suitable replacements. It’ll take some research, but I think I’ll be able to do everything but paint her. Some jobs are better outsourced to professionals.

My hands are covered in grease and I’ve got the rusted carburetor out when Emily joins me. “So this is it?” she asks.

“Yeah. She’s going to be gorgeous once I’ve got her restored.”

Emily looks at all the pieces lined up on the workbench for inspection and cleaning or replacement. “Wow, it looks like you really know what you’re doing.”

“I used to hand my dad tools when we worked on his dream car. A 1957 Chevy Bel Air in surf green. She was beautiful. He never got to see her finished, but I took auto shop in school and learned how to fix her up. My instructor helped me with the harder stuff.”

She smiles, her eyes softening the longer she looks at me. “I’m sure your dad would have been proud of you for finishing his dream.”

My throat gets thick with emotion. “Hand me that wrench?” I nod to the one I need, and she does, then watches me work. I spray it down with carb cleaner and get all the tiny pieces apart, then put everything in a big bucket to soak in cleanser until tomorrow when I can really start cleaning the rust off.

“How’s your ass?” I grab a rag and wipe the worst of the grease and mess off my hands.

“It’s… It was weird at first. The prepping part wasn’t fun, but…”

“But the plug being in your ass feels good once it’s in?” I finish for her.

She bites her lip and nods. God, she’s so cute.

“I wanna see.”

Emily looks around the basement, checking that it’s empty. Not that it would probably deter either of us if it weren’t. She enjoys being watched. Being coveted from afar. And I enjoy showing her off. I think we all do.Look, don’t touch. Isn’t she gorgeous? Watch us fuck her. Aren’t you jealous? You should be. She’s ours.

She turns around and lifts up her skirt, bending over a little so I can see the round, clear crystal peeking out between her butt cheeks. The thatch of dark hair on her pussy is glossy and damp. She likes it a lot more than she wants to admit.

“Baby, can you do me a favor?”

She looks over her shoulder.

“Can you sit on my bike? No, straddle it. Just like that. Now lean over and grab the handlebars. Lift one of your legs up higher. Fuck, that’s perfect. Keep your skirt up.”

I dig my phone out and take a photo. Her shiny jewel gleams between her cheeks in the light, and the seam of her wet pussy below makes me so hard. As she straddles my bike with her skirt up around her waist, all the blood rushes from my head and goes straight to my cock. Getting closer and dropping my phone low, I take another photo of her perfect cunt and pretty ass.

How the fuck did I get so lucky?

I toss my greasy rag to the floor and tap a fingertip against that gem, enjoying the way her pussy and ass clench as it shifts inside her. I do it again, teasing her with just a nudge on the end of that plug until she moans.

“You’re so pretty with that toy inside you, baby. Do you want to know how good it feels when both holes are stuffed?”

She nods. “Yes.”

“Get up and lean over the bike.”

When she’s in place, I grab her by the hips and tug her back a little more so her tight, stuffed ass is higher. God, she’s so perfect. I unzip my jeans and shove them down and then my underwear, my half-hard cock bobbing as it swells. I tug it until it’s rock hard and that low pulse of pleasure forms at my base.

Emily’s cunt is so wet as I sink into her, and her ass so full. My cock knocks against the big, flared plug buried deep inside her through the thin wall that separates us. I fill her cunt and rub against it with every rocking thrust. Is this what it’ll feel like when two of us are in her at the same time? It’s so good it’s obscene.

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