Page 37 of Finding Fate
“Will you suck my dick?” As I lean down to put it in my mouth, he grips the back of my thigh and pulls me toward the seat, twisting my body to face his side on my knees, forcing me on the leather as he scoots as close to the edge as he can to give me more room. I take him in my mouth, enduring a pelvic thrust like a reflex action from having my mouth on him after all this time, making me moan. I shove him to the back of my throat, letting my saliva run down his length like a film. “Fuck, Gab.”
And then I suck. Up and down. Fisted hand never separating from my lips to only give full, tight strokes. On the way down I corkscrew. I drag my tongue along his length, enjoying his taste. I create a tight vacuum-like suction on the way up. I suck him from memory. I remember what makes him grunt and groan and grip my hair. I use his body language as a guide, just like when I taught myself how to do this on him. We learned so many things together. I let him experience hitting the back of my throat over and over, reminding him I have no gag reflex.
Suddenly, my G-string is jerked down my thighs and he submerges two fingers deep inside me—the middle and ring fingers. He harshly thrusts them in and out of me, knowing I like it rough when he’s fingering me. Something has to make up for the lack of size in comparison to a dick. A long groan sounds from deep in his throat, like he’s finally quenching a thirst. “You’re so wet, baby. Shit. You like me in your mouth?”
He’s back! Yes.
I give him my answer in a hum wrapped around him, the sound vibrating his dick. With every pump inside of me I clamp my lips tighter, dragging slower, concentration becoming harder, because each time he’s submerged knuckle deep, his hand is cupped around a section of my ass cheek from the angle. It feels too good. And every time I squeeze around his fingers he speeds up, sounds of something solid pushing through a tight, wet channel filling the space. I make it to his tip and massage my tongue along that little triangular space on the bottom, sucking the head while my hand jerks him off. A tiny bead of salty nectar pushes out of him, making me want more.
“I don’t want to come yet.” He grips a handful of my hair and jerks back, pulling me off of him before I could swallow, saliva running out of my mouth, and seconds later, he’s rolling my panties the rest of the way down my legs, forcing me to help where body meets seat, as his mouth comes down on mine. We eat at each other greedily, lips grinding and twisting against another pair, getting more turned on by the second.
I nibble his lip, before pulling back. “Push your pants down and come back to the middle.”
I move down the bench seat to let him scoot over toward me, and then he pushes them down enough that they won’t be in the way. I throw my leg over his lap, using my shins as the support for the rest of my weight, my body facing the same direction as his, just over him. He kneads an ass cheek in each hand as he shoves my dress up, baring my bottom, reminding me how much he likes it. “Hell yeah. You gonna back that ass up on me?”
I look back, my lips already too telling as I reach down and align everything just right. “Depends on how good you make me feel,” I tell him, already sinking down on his length, my body swallowing him whole.
His forehead falls against my shoulder blade, and he holds me still by his grip on my hips. “Give me a second. So many fucking memories.”
He’s still emotional from proposing. I start rocking against him anyway, ignoring his request. He’s not killing my buzz. “Then let’s make another one.”
“It’s unbelievable how good your pussy feels, regardless of how many times I’ve had it.” His hands rise beneath my dress, carrying the bottom hem with them, until each one is holding a boob. “Take this off.”
“Anything for you.” Always has to have me naked. I smile, already lifting the dress the rest of the way until it’s over my head, tossing it on the floor of the Tahoe, and then grab his wrists in my hands for support. Thank God the costume makeup is waterproof. I swing my hips forward and backward, sweeping across his lap, pulling and pushing tight muscle up and down his length.
“Bounce, baby. Let me see that ass shake.” I roll from the fronts of my feet being against the leather seat to the pads of my toes, giving me more body control to use my thighs, and then, just like he asked, I pump my body up and down on him with speed, working my thighs and knees. “Like that,” he says, his voice already strained and breathing labored. “Damn.”
One hand veers down my front until his hand is cupped between my legs, his finger already rubbing me just right. I moan, my pelvis bucking forward unexpectedly. “Shit, baby, right there.”
Maddox rarely strokes leisurely. He aims to please. He’d rather earn orgasms in number than a slow buildup for one, and I’m so close, already. The locks on the doors sound, unlocking them. “What the fuck? I thought you told him to wait.”
“I told him I’d text. If you freaking stop I’ll break your dick.” But my movements do slow some when my orgasm is pushing through the surface, wanting to explode, and Maddox takes over, moving his other hand to my hip to keep me bouncing on him. I grab my own boobs, squeezing hard. Seconds later, the back door opens, turning on the overhead light, but I can’t stop. There is no way in hell I’m stopping. “Shit. I’m about to come.”
Just like he knows to do, the second he’s deep inside me, he stills, letting me feel everything, because he also likes the way my muscles pulse around him at the same time I get wetter. My hips rock back and forth on their own accord. Riggan steps up into the vehicle, his eyes meeting mine as my mind channels everything good, spreading it through my body in a paralytic way, making it hard to think or care about anything. Everything is just freaking blissful, like backstroking through a sea of clouds weightless. “You’re not done yet? I need the car.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Maddox grits, anger laced in his voice, his hand still between my legs as I ride him hard. His breathing is out of control. “Do I look done? Get out.”
I don’t know what kind of person he is when we’re apart sex wise, but he will always be private when it comes to me and him. Me, I’m more open for fun, as long as it includes him. And maybe that explains the hint of a smile spreading as Riggan looks at me again with a smirk on his own face, and then he winks, before continuing into the car, Sayler in tow behind him. “Nah, I think we can just share the space. It wouldn’t be the first time.”
He reaches past her and closes the door, before grabbing the set of keys out of the seat and locking them back, then tosses the keys on the front center console after sitting in one of the captain seats, already pulling Sayler’s panties down her legs, and then forces her to straddle his lap. A zipper sounds. “Goddammit, Riggan. Why can’t you go somewhere else?”
I still on top of Maddox when Riggan shucks his shirt. The overhead light dims until it turns off completely. He must have already taken the jacket and hat off somewhere. “I’ve been throwing back shots trying to pass the time. I’m drunk. I watched a guy try to pick up my girl. Almost killed him. She’s trying to jump my bones. Damn hormones. And I’m not fucking my pregnant fiancé in a nasty-ass public bathroom where my daughter can catch some shit that won’t go away. You’ve seen me fuck my girl naked. It’s only fair I get to watch you.”
He reaches around to her back, facing away from us the whole time he talks, and then her dress zipper lowers. He removes her dress, and then the strapless bra, all while she’s looking at us. “Don’t you wanna watch Maddox fuck, princess? You haven’t seen him do that. He’s not the version of the Maddox you know and love, especially when she’s the one riding his cock.”
Sayler’s light eyes settle on my dark. “Whatever Gabby wants. I want us to be friends, despite what happened that night with me and Maddox. I’m willing to make it fair with Riggan.”
“The fuck they are,” Maddox seethes, his body coiling around mine.
“I don’t know how I feel about you giving me away, princess.”
Her eyes never leave mine. “The offer stands, if you want it. I told you we’re a lot alike. Even though you haven’t come out and said it, I know how you feel about it. We’re all friends. We live together. And you came in last. It’s a visible piece of the past that never goes away. I would feel the same way if we swapped. I want to settle the score.”
I stare at her, blinking, a little taken aback. I gotta give the girl some credit. She has guts. No girl in love would do that if it wasn’t important. Wish I could say I had more people in my life like her, who puts me first. Maddox starts twisting my engagement ring. “Gab . . .”
The plea is in his voice. He’s freaking out that I’d actually consider it. He should know better. The thought of getting back at him in that way doesn’t make me happy. I’m vengeful in ways that make us stronger, not weaker. I don’t want another guy. I can tell Riggan doesn’t want another girl. “I’d like to let it go . . . with no hard feelings. You said it perfectly. It’s in the past; before I got here. You love Riggan and I love Maddox. They marked us with rings. That’s a little too final for me. We can still be friends and have a little naughty fun without stepping outside of our commitment to them. That’s what I want.”
“Okay.” She visibly relaxes, a slow smile replacing the tension. I can feel it leave Maddox.