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“Don’t mind me,” I said. “Just trying to get a better view.” I leaned over the balcony a little, bending forward.
“Careful,” he rumbled. “If you start my engine, you’d better be prepared to drive it to the finish line.”
I giggled. “That was a really cheesy metaphor.”
“Cheesy, yet accurate.”
The bodyguards were inside; the only other people on the balcony with us were Tristan and Andrew. I drove my hips back again, rolling my ass up and down the front of Pierce’s crotch. His cock was impossible to ignore, long and stiff inside his pants.
“What’s the matter?” I asked over my shoulder innocently. “Is this distracting you from the race?”
“I’m a man of many talents. I can multitask.” I heard the metallic grind of a zipper, and then he pulled the back of my dress up. I sucked in my breath as I felt his cock pushing against my ass from behind.
I twisted to look at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Why not?” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “Nobody can see us.”
I sighed as his tip pressed forward, pushing against my panties. The thin fabric was the only thing keeping him from filling me, so I reached underneath my dress and pulled them aside, making sure to drag my fingernails along the underside of his cock. “What are you waiting for?” I demanded.
Grinning, Pierce drove into me. I let out a small yelp of pleasure, but two cars zoomed by on the street below and drowned out my sound. Andrew was watching though, smiling at the sight.
“Don’t mind me,” he said, reaching forward to squeeze one of my breasts through the dress. “Just enjoying the view.”
Pierce leaned forward until he was looking over my shoulder at the race. “It’s taking all of my willpower not to ravage you right now,” he said, moving slowly.
His breath in my ear drove me wild, and I had to close my eyes. This angle was intense. “We could go into the bedroom.”
“Where’s the fun in that?”
Pierce fucked me slowly while we watched the race. I gripped the concrete balcony railing with both hands, trying to keep my composure. We were in public. There were hundreds of fans on all the balconies around us, although they were on lower levels and couldn’t see anything below my chest. But they would still know what was happening if I closed my eyes and screamed with pleasure.
But having Pierce inside of me in public was just as intoxicating as the vodka in my drink. Especially while Andrew pinched a nipple through my dress without ever taking his eyes from the race. Pierce’s thrusts picked up speed, but were still much slower than what I wanted. Than what I needed.
“Rub her clit,” Pierce instructed. “I want to feel her come on my cock.”
Andrew’s hand left my breast and went down between my legs, dipping into the panties and finding my clitoris. Fiery pleasure spread through my body at his touch, enough that I shuddered and had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. I came within seconds, Andrew grinning lustily as he drank in the sight of my ecstasy. Pierce was right behind me, literally and figuratively; he let out a long exhale into my ear as his hard length gushed inside me. He pushed forward, crushing me against the railing, like he was trying to come as deep inside my pussy as possible.
“Your turn,” he said, clapping Andrew on the shoulder. “Don’t waste any time.”
“Yes sir,” Andrew replied, taking his place behind me. I was drenched from my own juices and from Pierce’s come, and Andrew slid into me with wonderful ease.
“That is a compelling sight,” Tristan said, now noticing what we were doing. “I do not know which should capture my attention—that, or the race.”
“Why not both?” Pierce said as he zipped himself up. “You’ll get your turn when Andrew’s done, if you’re up for it.”
Tristan smiled at me, and then at Pierce. “I think I can be accommodating.”
Andrew leaned forward and breathed, “You’re so fucking tight.”
“Isn’t she?” Pierce agreed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and kissing me roughly. He let go, then took over rubbing my clit where Andrew had before.
It took all of my concentration to hold back my screams as I came a second time—especially when Tristan pawed my breast, pinching my nipple with just enough pain to heighten all the wonderful things the other two were doing to me. I clamped my pussy around Andrew’s length and clenched my eyes shut, savoring the sound of the cars zooming by and the roar of the crowd’s cheers. And then Andrew was shuddering with his own sweet release, burying his face into my hair and letting out a symphony of moans.
“The race is almost over,” Pierce said. “Only two laps remaining. Better hurry, Tristan.”
“With pleasure.”
Andrew slid out of me, and then Tristan was filling me without hesitation. I was still coming down from my last climax, and Tristan felt so good after the first two. I pushed my hips back against him as he thrust forward, meeting him halfway while trying to seem like I was only watching the race below.
