Page 88 of Second Sets Omnibus
“Sharing like this,” I moan, leaning my head back and falling into the pleasurable sensations taking over my body.
Silence fills the caged car. Nothing but my heavy breaths fill the air. I peek an eye open, greeted by their heat-filled gazes when they look at one another and shake their heads.
“I’m not in the habit of sharing what’s mine,” Asher says with finality, a growl brewing in the back of his throat as he strokes himself with my panties again, picking up speed. “But for you? For them? It seems to be a packaged deal.”
“Only twice before,” Rad whispers, sucking my nipple into his mouth. “With you. Kieran and Callum. Those were the only times.”
My breaths shudder again, and I loudly cry out. My voice echoes through the cage, and I’m sure if there were other people here, they’d know exactly what we were up to in this isolated cage—raised high in the sky with no soul in sight.
“Turn around,” Rad says, twirling his finger. “Put your ass in the air and let me finally fuck my pussy raw.” Possession seizes his voice, knocking it into a low growl.
I moan when I lean down, putting my elbows on the bench and my knees on the floor. Rad runs a finger down my spine and spreads my cheeks, blowing his warm breath down my crack. Digging his fingers into my hips, he lines himself up, dragging himself through my arousal dripping out of my cunt.
“You remember what I said before, right, Pretty Girl? There will never be a barrier between us ever again. There hasn’t been for three weeks, and now is no exception,” he rasps, collecting my hair into his fist, and pulling my back against his chest. “You’re the only one I’ve gone raw with,” he breathes into my neck. “The only one I want to feel pulsating around my bare cock.”
“Yes,” I moan my approval, giving a firm nod.
I cry out when he plows into me and stills, reveling in my clenching cunt. My orgasm sits on the cusp of bursting, aching for him to continue his thrusts and bring me to oblivion.
“Jesus,” he rasps, breathing heavily into my neck. “Your pussy feels like a fucking vise around my cock. You’re going to milk every damn ounce of my cum. You got that? I’m going to spill so hard,” he moans, burying his face in my neck, pounding into me harder and harder until he slows again.
“Callum,” Kieran calls to his stunned friend, rubbing his fingers along my chin. Drawing my eyes up to his, he gives me a soft smile.
“Yeah-yeah?” Callum rasps, squeezing his dick through his jeans with stiff movements. He stares at me in awe, watching my tits bounce when Rad picks up his pace again.
“Are you ready to take Callum’s cock in your mouth, Pretty Girl?” Rad whispers in my ear, slowing his thrusts and stills again. He groans when I squeeze around him, giving him my answer.
“Do you want that?” I ask through heavy breaths, licking my lips.
Through my lashes, I gaze up at Callum with want, begging to feel his warmth slide down my throat and coat it. We’ve kissed, touched, and held hands, but he’s never alluded to being ready for more. Hiding away, he usually sits on the sidelines in wait, stroking himself and watching with rapt attention as Rad or Kieran fuck me into oblivion. Only the one time he stepped up to the plate and came on my ass. Tonight, though, feels different from those occasions. I feel it in my bones tonight that Callum’s ready to advance to the next base and take what he wants.
Callum’s eyes widen, taking a heavy breath. “Only if you want to,” he whispers, squeezing his dick again through his jeans and moaning at the simplest sensation.
My pussy flutters at the sound of his deep moan, and I lick my lips, eager for a taste.
“Oh, yeah. I definitely think she wants to,” Rad strains, pulling my elbows off the bench.
“Scoot over, Callum,” Asher barks out his desperate demand, lending Callum the extra push he needs. “Pull your dick out and get it wet in her mouth.” Callum swallows hard, fumbling to get his dick out of his jeans. When he scoots over, he looks down at me with excitement, lust, and a hint of fear. “Good. Now, rub the tip along her lips. Ah,” Asher grunts through his directions, breathing heavily and slowing his pace. Leaning back, Ash stops his strokes and stares at the ceiling with glazed-over eyes.
Licking my lips, I look up at Callum. “It’s okay,” I whisper. “I want to suck you off,” I whisper, putting my hands on his knees, gently squeezing.
He shakes his head, a pink tint taking over his cheeks. “I’ve never…” He closes his eyes in shame and takes a deep breath. “When it happens, I’ll remember it forever. I didn’t want it to be just anyone,” he whispers, trailing a shaky finger down my jaw and tracing over my popped-open lips. “But if I have to relivethis moment over and over for the next one hundred years, I want it to be you.”
A drum plays in my chest when he grabs his dick and gently strokes his girth. No one says a word when I lean forward and let him use me how he wants. If his memory doesn’t let him forget, I’ll make this the most incredible experience of his life. There will be no doubt that this will be the moment running through his mind in ten years when he pops a chub randomly in public and curses my name.
“River, fuck,” he hisses when I scrape my teeth lightly over his tip and take him all the way in until my cheeks hollow out, and he lets out a deep, drawn-out moan.
Taking a deep breath, I shove him further until he feels the contractions of my throat and moans, grabbing my hair. My pussy clenches, convincing Rad to continue his thrusts with new abandon, slamming our hips together.
Fingers twirl around my clit, calling my orgasm, and bringing me back to the edge of the cliff. I moan around Callum’s dick, earning a pleasing groan in return. His hips lift off the bench, shoving himself down my throat even more until he stills, reveling in my contracting throat. Every muscle in his body tightens, and his fingers grab my hair like a handlebar, slamming into my face until he cries out, arching his back, and finally, his salty come splashes down my throat.
Callum’s eyes widen when he pulls his semi-hard dick from my mouth with a lazy grin, leaving him in a blissful state. His fingers retrace my lips, gliding over the warmth of his come spread across my glistening lips.
“You missed some,” he whispers, gently shoving his thumb in my mouth. My tongue swirls around his thumb, sucking the spilled come from his flesh and swallowing it down without complaint.
“Such a good girl,” Asher groans, throwing his head back with several labored breaths falling between his parted lips. White sticky come spills from the tip of his dick, jutting directly into my thong, encasing his length. His heavy breath fills the cart, and another look of contentment passes over his face. “Fuck, River,” he mumbles through heavy breaths, staring at the ceiling of the cart with glazed-over eyes.
“My turn,” Rad says, ramming into me so hard I double over, coming all over his cock. “Fuck,” he shouts, digging his teeth into my shoulder and coming deep inside me with a shout. “You feel that, Pretty Girl?” he whispers in my ear as his fingers roam over my naked body. Squeezing my breast, he groans, slowly pulling out. “That’s what marks you as mine. No matter how far you get, I’ll always find you.” It’s a promise, not a threat, weaved in his possessive tone.
