Page 15 of Bad Men

She reclined against his chest, saying nothing as his hands left her waist and traveled up to her breasts. She gave a little whine when he made contact. Her hips shifted, gliding down the length of Dav’s cock then back up. He grunted and rewarded her with the pinching of both nipples. The rosy tips were rolled between his fingers, and Mia gasped. Her hips bucked again.

“Hands on the armrest,” he ordered when her fingers edged towards her pussy. “Do not let go.”

Mia choked on a sound that could have been pleading, but she did as he told her. Her knuckles blistered white around the plastic, tightening further when Dav tugged on her nipples before rolling them again.

“Spread,” he said once she was thrashing against him with wild desperation. “Show Nero your little hole.”

I’d already been fixed on her pussy, already hypnotized by the little I could see with every grind of her hips on Dav’s erection, but I held my breath when she immediately pulled her knees to her chest and presented me with the most beautiful little slit I’d ever seen. Dav grabbed her under the knees and pulled her wider, exposing her without mercy.

“How does she look?” Dav taunted.

“Wet,” I bit out. “So fucking wet.”

Her juices smeared across her thighs, ran in trickles down her puckered asshole to stain Dav’s jeans. It glistened around the tight ring of her opening, an invitation for invasion.

I shot out of my seat, fingers fumbling with the buckle on my jeans. I ripped open the zipper and pulled my throbbing appendage out. It pulsed in my hand, hot and heavy, and ready to take what fucking belonged to me. I knew Dav wouldn’t say a word if I thrust inside her right there, taking her virginity and restoring my peace of mind, just like I wouldn’t have if our places were reversed. But this was uncharted territory. We hadn’t talked about this. We hadn’t set any rules and we needed our rules.

“Please...” Mia whimpered

But I sure as fuck wasn’t passing up this opportunity, either.

I dropped to my knees in front of her and dove in with every pent-up ounce of my hunger. I cleaned her mess with hard, angry sweeps. My fingers clawed into her writhing hips, restraining her thrashing. She sobbed my name and I returned it with a violent plunge of my tongue deep into her slit.

Mia cried out. Her body bowed in Dav’s arms. It released a rush of warm, creamy arousal into my mouth, and I snarled like the feral beast I felt thrashing inside me. I latched to her clit with teeth and lips, sucking and nibbling in turn, and sending her into a frenzy of sounds and incoherent words that echoed through the car.

“Please … please … please … please...” she wailed on repeat.

Her body quivered around me, thrumming like a stroked guitar string waiting to snap. I would have gone longer, tortured her until the point of madness, but we were on the clock. Eventually someone was bound to climb aboard the train, and I wasn’t sharing her, not her body, not her sounds, not her scent. Those were all mine now … and Dav’s. He was an exception. If anything, the thought of watching him pounding into her had my free hand closing around my cock. I stroked it with that image playing in my head. It was what propelled me to penetrate her with first one, then two fingers into her spongy channel. The walls constricted, sucking me in deeper even as the owner swore violently and bucked.

“Breathe, baby,” Dav murmured gently into her ear, working hard to keep her from slipping from his grasp.

My eyes flew open and I found myself locking gazes with my best friend. There was no spark there, no boost of arousal. I wasn’t attracted to him and I knew he felt the same. But in that moment, there was a connection. We knew each other’s tricks. We knew when to move, to lick, to fuck in time to each other. In moments like that, we were one person.

I hooked my fingers against the moist upper wall of her vagina and thrust, aiming deeper with every pump. I found the knot I was looking for after the third pass and Mia lost her mind. It took all of Dav’s strength to restrain her, but all I cared about was the clit in my mouth and the pussy getting pounded by my hand in time to the fist I had closed around my dick.

Mia screamed. The sound nearly startled me, but it was cut short by the hand Dav slapped over her mouth.

“Shh.” Dav laughed thickly. “Don’t want people running in here thinking you need to be rescued, do we?”

Mia wasn’t listening.

Her thighs had tensed around my ear, mirroring the crack of toes curling in her sandals. Her back arched and she came with a violent howl of pleasure and agony. Her fluids rushed over my fingers, ran down my palm into Dav’s lap. Its heat burned, but I kept going, pushing out every last shudder her body had to give.

She was still shuddering when I dislodged and pushed to my feet. Dav had his palm over her mouth even though her noises were merely whimpers now, but they slipped down to her throat when I edged closer, cock in hand.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he coaxed.

Mia moaned something intangible but pried her lips apart. Her dark, murky eyes met mine a second before she closed her hot mouth over the head of my penis. She never broke eye contact, not even when I gritted my jaw and ordered her to suck.

It was clumsy. The eager attempts of someone just learning the act, but her inexperience only amped my orgasm. I came with a ferociousness that scared even me. Mia made a sound of surprise but kept a tight clamp on my head while hot ropes of come squirted down her throat. She stared straight into my soul the whole time, even when I went soft against her lips and she pulled back to lick the last drop.

I lost it.

“Fuck!”

My hands shot out and twisted into her hair, dragging her face to mine for a violent clashing of our mouths. Our combined flavors tangled across our tongues in a war for dominance.

I shoved her back against Dav’s chest, never releasing her mouth when I reached down with one hand and pried her fingers free of their death grip on the armrest.

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