Page 118 of Mayhem
“Bullshit,” Cruz and Paetyn both responded at the same time.
“Your body language said you were flirting with him,” Cruz informed her.
“I promise I wasn’t. I was looking at the dress and thanking him.”
“Leaned over the way you were, with your titties practically in his face?” Cruz inquired. “You buy that shit Paet?”
“Absolutely fucking not,” Paetyn responded, and Erin watched him slide his finger across the screen of his phone, causing the toy to speed up.
She squeezed her thighs tightly, attempting to hold off the orgasm he was so cruelly trying to push her to while demanding that she didn’t.
“Please,” Erin whined again. “I can’t hold it. Please, Papi,” she stated, hoping that using his heritage language would cause him to bend, and she only ever called him that when she was feeling particularly needy in bed.
They bonded over them both speaking Spanish. Erin’s was from spending the first seven years of her life as an army brat in Barcelona, and Paetyn’s was because of his Venezuelan heritage. So, while the dialect was sometimes different, it didn’t hinder their communication when they chose to use it.
Those intense green eyes darkened, and Erin had to swallow. This was not the reaction she’d been trying to receive because she knew all too well what that look meant.
“Your begging is making me far harder in this restaurant than I want to be,” Paetyn informed her as he flagged their waiter and requested the check. He only turned the toy down once the young man left the table.
“Maly,” Cruz called, gaining her attention. “What’s your temperature?” Erin licked her lips as she thought about it, feeling both men’s eyes on her. “And don’t lie,” he added on.
“Luke-warm trending to warm,” she told them.
Erin felt them both studying her before they decided that she was being honest with them. Though she couldn’t say, she blamed them. The weekend they slept with her in both of their playrooms, she’d lied about where she was because she didn’t want to leave either of them unsatisfied and ended up passing out. They hadn’t been happy with her when she came to.
They left the restaurant once Paetyn paid the bill and left a tip. As they stood and waited for the valet to bring the car around with another couple not too far away from them, Paetyn turned up the toy as high as it would go.
Erin gasped, and her knees shook. She was sure she would have fallen to them without Cruz wrapping an arm around her and pulling her to his side. She could hear him chuckle as she did everything she could to keep from cumming.
“They’re watching you, baby,” Cruz spoke lowly. “They’re wondering what’s happening, though I’m sure they know.” He tightened his hold on her. “They know you’ve been a bad girl and are getting punished. That your sweet little pussy is getting the teasing it deserves, and you’re dripping wet.”
“I…Cruz, stop it,” Erin demanded, her voice muffled by his shoulder, and he chuckled again.
She felt them begin to move and knew the car had been pulled around. She forced her legs to move and slid into the backseat, Paetyn getting in after her as Cruz went around to the driver’s side.
She was just on the verge of climax when the toy was turned down to almost nonexistent, denying her that release, and she was frustrated and thankful all at the same time.
They had barely started moving as Erin watched Paetyn unbuckle and remove his belt before unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. He reached in and pulled his dick free, and Erin moaned out just at the sight of it. She had never known dicks could be so pretty until she’d seen both of her men’s.
Paetyn pulled her to straddle him before moving to the middle of the backseat, right in view of the rearview mirror. He slid under the thin part of the toy inside her and didn’t stop until completely seated. Erin threw her head back and moaned.
“I’m going to fuck you, with Cruz watching and anyone else that happens to look inside the car until we get home,” Paetyn informed her. “You’ll take every inch, and I’ll make you feel every single thrust in your stomach,” he commanded and promised. “What’s your temperature?” he questioned, and she knew he was doing so because he’d turned the toy to max a couple of minutes ago.
“Luke-warm,” she told him, and Paetyn lifted her before pulling her back down hard, his hips lifting to meet her.
“Fuck!” Erin exclaimed.
“He forgot to mention that you don’t get to cum,” Cruz told her, and Erin snapped her head around, looking at him through the rearview to find him smiling. She didn’t have a chance to question him, as Paetyn chose to start bouncing her at a fast, punishing pace. “Good luck, Maly.” Cruz then chuckled, but the deep baritone of his voice betrayed how turned on he was. And if he were as upset about her “flirting” with that man as her other boyfriend was, which she knew he was probably more so because Paetyn tended to be the one to keep his cool, she would not be able to walk…for days.
“Paetyn, please,” Erin begged, and it was music to Paetyn’s ears. He always enjoyed the way she begged. It was honestly the best thing he’d ever heard.
“Please what, Angel?” he asked as he thrust to meet her. Her pussy gripped his dick like it was made for him to live in it.
“Please, please,” she whimpered. “I’m going to cum.”
“Hold it, Maly,” Cruz called from the front seat.
“I can’t. I can’t hold it. Please.”
