Page 72 of True Blue

“Fuck, Blue,” he moans, as his hips buck up underneath me, hard length pressing into my covered core. Cars fly by us as Bentley drives down the highway, the car’s steady rumble adding to the hurried sloppiness of our movements. I lean back, pushing Axel’s coat off his shoulders. He helps me remove it and leaves it bunched up behind him as he starts to roll the top of my leggings down my hips. I lift up on my knees, flopping into the seat beside him onto my now bare ass, pulling my leggings the rest of the way off.

Axel’s hand on the center of my chest stops me from sitting back up to straddle him again. I raise an eyebrow, and he nods tothe window next to me. “Back against the door,” he commands. I turn, facing him as he readjusts so that he’s on his knees on the seat, back all the way against the other door. Once I'm roughly in the position he wants, he grabs my ankles and places my one foot on the center console, trapping it with the edge of Bentley’s seat and forcing my knee to stay bent behind the passenger seat. Taking my other ankle in one hand, he quickly brings it to his lips, kissing the bluebird tattoo that wraps around it and making me shiver before trapping it between the middle headrest, foot pressed against the cold glass of the back window.

I look to the front seat, finding Bentley driving calmly, one hand on the steering wheel, his other in his lap. I wonder idly if he’s touching himself but can’t see well enough.

“Eyes on me, Blue,” Axel says, pulling my attention back to him as he stares down at me. The brown in his eyes has been eaten by his growing pupils and the look makes my throat go dry.

He leans forward, head coming down slowly between my spread legs, holding eye contact with me the whole way. Both of us are cramped in the small space but the bunched position adds to my arousal, feeling like my legs are bound in this position due to the limited space. I gasp when Axel immediately dives in, licking up over my lower lips to part me before sucking my clit into his mouth and lightly biting with his teeth. His eyes close and my hands grab the back of his head, hips trying to rock against his mouth as I fight the position to squirm, unable to move more than an inch.

“Fuck,” Bentley says on an exhale, leaning up to glance at us in the rearview mirror. He zones in on Axel's face buried between my widespread legs for a moment before sinking back down and staring ahead again.

Axel hums against me, making me cry out and pull his hair as my head presses against the window behind me and the armof the door digs into my lower back. The first time Axel tasted and tested me, discovering the different things he could do that unravel me. But now he knows. The stiff tip of his tongue drags slowly down from my clit, circling my entrance as he opens his eyes and looks up at me with a burning smugness. My chest heaves and I stare him down as he flexes his hands on the inside of my thighs and thrusts his tongue inside me. I moan and my eyes close. He continues his fast pace, making my blood boil as I continue to try to move my hips against his face. His nose brushes against my clit as he returns to circling licks and one of his hands slides down my thigh, closer to his mouth. The coil in my stomach tightens further making me pant as he pushes me closer to the edge.

A finger slowly circles the rim of my back hole, making me jump as my eyes fly open. He pulls back a bit. “Too much?” Bentley glances back over his shoulder, concern cutting across his face.

I breathe for a moment before shaking my head. “No, I’ve just never done anything there.”

Bentley turns back to look forward, signaling as he merges into the left lane. He speeds up to get around a slow driver and huffs as he glares out the windshield, checking on us in the mirror a few times.

Axel raises his brow, circling his finger again with a little more pressure as he grins. “Really?” he muses, smiling as he looks back down. He leans forward, tongue meeting my clit again, making me squirm as his finger continues to roam.

The new sensation is odd, but not as uncomfortable as I imagined. “I’m not against it,” I whisper.

His eyes meet mine. “Good to know,” he hums against me.

Axel starts licking and nipping at me voraciously, making the muscles in my thighs burn as I try to close them around his head but meet the resistance of the headrest and front seat. His fingercontinues to circle my back hole the entire time and the new feeling overwhelms me quickly. I moan through my release, the orgasm tightening every muscle in my body as it tries to stretch out in the cramped position.

Axel sits up, licking his lips as he hunches against the ceiling of the car. “So pretty,” he whispers, hand trailing down the outside of my thigh while his other unbuttons his jeans quickly. “Flip over.” He guides my feet out of their holds by my ankles, releasing me so I can follow his command. My knees end up on the middle seat, right cheek laying against the back seat as I stare at the back of the passenger seat. Axel smacks my ass lightly, not having enough room to properly hit me and the light swat makes me giggle.

“Something funny, Blue?” His chest lays down across my back as he kisses the side of my face, lining himself up at the same time. I shake my head, mouth falling open as his tip nudges my entrance before notching. I push back as he slowly enters me, stretching me deliciously as he fills me to the hilt.

Incoherent sounds leave my throat as Axel’s lips suck on my earlobe before his teeth press down into the soft flesh. He starts thrusting slowly, making me feel every inch as he drags himself over me. One of his hands grips my hip, the other moving to slide down the back of my thigh between us. He drags it back up slowly. I feel him gathering the wetness from my previous release before his hand starts gliding across my skin again.

“Breathe, Blue,” he whispers in my ear as his finger goes back to circling my other hole, spreading my juices like lube around the entrance. I shudder, his cock hitting the right spot inside me as his finger presses into me, slowly sliding to the first knuckle. The feeling there is foreign, but the new pressure somehow makes me feel fuller with Axel filling me so completely. “Good girl,” Axel breathes, shallow breaths lingering across my skin. His whole body covers me, the tight backseat area leaving barelyany space between us as he rocks into me deep while twisting his finger, slipping it further in. “That’s it, baby. Move with me.”

I realize I’m slowly rocking with him, my hips meeting the cradle of his as my eyes squeeze closed tightly, and I absorb all the heady sensations around me. His breath fanning my face, coming out harsh and fast. The flex of his fingers on the flesh of my hip as he holds himself back. My own heart pounding against my chest, lungs heaving in air as I gasp.

The buildup is slow, and I can feel how powerful it will be as Axel’s rhythm becomes more forceful, until I feel like he’s dragging the air in and out of my chest with each push and pull against me. I wiggle my hand out from underneath me, maneuvering it to grasp his on my hip as I cry out, our fingers interlocking as he grunts his release in my ear. His warm cum floods me as I feel my core and ass tighten around his cock and finger, making me feel even fuller. My release explodes through me like a tidal wave crashing, leaving my lungs breathless and limbs jelly beneath us.

Axel kisses the side of my head, pulling an involuntary whine from my lips. “Love you, Blue,” he whispers against my hair, pulling his finger slowly out of me. I mumble my response.

I can see Bentley lean over to open the glove box and pass Axel some napkins. “I hope you both enjoyed yourself.” Bentley leans forward to look at me in the mirror again. “That was torture and tomorrow you’re both making it up to me.” His voice holds dark promises and I giggle, brain still in a foggy state.

Axel sits up and cleans each of us off, moving my legs out from underneath me and over his lap. I flip over to lay on my back, humming as he starts to massage my calves and my bare feet press against the cold glass.

“You should sit up,” Axel murmurs, reaching over me to grab my leggings and start scrunching them up over the lower half of my legs. I hum, pulling them up my thighs as I wedge the backof my shoulders against the door behind me. We shuffle around, ending up next to each other facing forward again and Axel pulls me against his side, arm slung over my shoulders. I nestle in against him, feeling blissfully pliable as he pulls his seatbelt back on and wedges the middle lap belt over my hips to click between us.

“Thank you for my massage,” I whisper.

Axel chuckles, kissing the top of my head. “Anytime, Blue.”

My mind starts to drift, eyes already closed, as Axel and Bentley start to playfully argue about new car rules. The next thing I know, Axel shakes my shoulder lightly, whispering my name.

“Yeah,” I mumble, opening my eyes blearily. I glance out the window, realizing the car has stopped and we’re parked behind West Tower.

“We’re here, baby. You need to put on your coat and shoes so we can go inside.” I nod, sitting up and letting him move my arms into the coat he holds open for me. Bentley opens the door to my right and passes me my boots, holding out his hand to help me get out of the car once I’m dressed.

Axel kisses my cheek once I'm standing next to him by the trunk in the cold parking lot. “Want to go out to dinner with me?” he whispers.

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