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Once we reach the car, the idea of being stuck in the back seat alone sounds excruciating to me. So I drag Briar in with me. I just need to touch her.
The door closes, and Caleb climbs hastily into the front seat. We’re all just ready to be there. Desperate to be together again.
Briar giggles as I tug her onto my lap, finding her mouth and devouring it in a passionate kiss. I hear Caleb growling from the driver’s seat as he takes off from the parking lot. Briar is straddling my hips as I kiss her, moaning into her mouth.
We’re not even on the street yet when I tug up her dress and run my hands along the warm, soft flesh of her ass. I squeeze a handful before smacking her on the right cheek. She hums with pleasure into my mouth. Caleb growls again.
God, I can’t get enough of these two. I’ve never felt more alive in my entire life. She’s writhing on my lap, grinding herself against me as I peel aside her underwear and run my fingers through her wet folds. Moaning against her neck, I find Caleb’s eyes in the rearview mirror.
Plunging my finger inside her, she cries loudly with her head hanging back.
“I’ll never get over how fucking wet your wife gets,” I say to Caleb. “She’s still leaking with your cum too.”
Lifting my wet fingers to my lips, I stare into the rearview mirror, locking eyes with him as I lick them clean, humming at the taste. He shifts in his seat as if he is once again fully aroused and struggling to compose himself.
“Can I suck you off?” she mumbles against my lips.
“Angel, I am never going to say no to that,” I reply with a smile. “What do you think, Caleb? Can your wife suck my cock?”
“If she wants to be punished,” he replies, and my grin grows wider.
“What do you say, angel?” I ask, tugging on her hair and exposing her neck. “Do you want to be punished?”
“Yes,” she says with a strained cry.
“Then take my cock out,” I reply before licking the length of her throat.
Draping herself over the back seat, she begins unbuttoning and unzipping my pants. I lace my fingers behind my head as she pulls out my cock. When she wraps her lips around me, my eyes begin to roll into the back of my head. It feels as if I’ve been edged all night, and the sensation of her mouth is like heaven. I’m not going to last long.
“Yes, angel, that’s it,” I mumble. She’s slurping frantically on my dick. Her delicate fingers wrap tightly around the base of my cock as she strokes me along with the motion of her mouth. When I look up at the front seat to gauge Caleb’s reaction, I notice that he’s not watching her. He’s watchingme.
So, I make sure that my reactions are exactly what he wants to see—groaning, expressive, exaggerated pleasure. Holding the back of her head, I thrust my hips upward, meeting the back of her throat as she gags on my cock, saliva dripping down my shaft.
“You’re a lucky man, Caleb,” I mutter through the sensation. “Your wife gives great head.”
When I feel my orgasm creeping in, I don’t hold it back. I let it wash over me, drowning me in ecstasy because I know that there will be more tonight. This is nowhere near over.
“I’m going to come, angel,” I mutter. “You gonna swallow me down?”
She nods in my lap. With my hand fisted in her hair, my body explodes with pleasure. My groans are guttural and deafening as I unload into her mouth. She takes every drop.
After months of not being able to come, it’s like these two are my antidote. Now, I only come with them.
“Fuck,” I say, melting into the seat as my climax subsides.
With a smile, I softly pet her hair. For the rest of the drive, she rests her face on my thigh. And I can tell that Caleb is restless.
When we reach the club, we’re not quite as frenzied as before, but there’s still an energy between us that is charged with arousal. It’s not just the sex we’re excited about, I can tell. It’s about the experience of being together, of being truly in the scene again, the way we were the night in my apartment.
I don’t know if I’ve ever felt as truly whole as I did in that moment, and I think they feel it, too.
I tell Caleb to park in the back, and I lead them through the back door. The security guard there waves us in. Caleb and Briar tense behind me as I lead them to my room. We have to walk around the bar, which is the busiest section of the club, but when we pass the open playroom, where everyone is naked and most of them are fucking each other, Briar pauses to watch.
My girl likes voyeurism—noted.
Sadie catches my eye near the VIP entrance, but I briefly wave at her before ushering the couple down the hallway toward the last door on the right, which is my private room. Sadie’s eyes narrow before we disappear around the corner, but I don’t think she’s ever met or seen Caleb and Briar in person, so she has no reason to suspect anything.
Before unlocking the door, I take Briar by the hand and press her back against the wall. Taking her face in my hands, I press my lips softly to her forehead. Then I stare down at her as I say, “You’ve been a very bad wife, Briar. Hasn’t she, Caleb?”
