God that was such a turn on.
“You’re going to get us killed,” Eli muttered from the front, his knuckles tightening on the wheel.
“I’m not doing anything,” I said, feigning innocence while sliding Travis’s zipper down.
Still, he didn’t stop me or try to warn me off. He simply growled when I slid my hand inside his jeans, finding the hard, hot length of his cock through his silky briefs and wrapped my fingers around it. “Jesus,” he hissed.
“You’re so thick.” I purred, stroking him slowly, watching the way his lids went heavy, and his chest rose sharply under his shirt. “What do you think, Elliott?” I turned and found his best friend’s gaze in the mirror. “You’ve felt how tight I am, do you think he’ll fit?”
Eli cursed and one hand left the wheel, and I watched as he gripped his own cock, stroking it through his jeans.
Travis turned my jaw back toward him, “You’re trouble.”
“I thought you said I was the peace you found in the shade?” I pouted, squeezing him harder.
“You are both of those things.”
“Do you want to tame me?” I questioned, dipping my finger in through the opening of his briefs and rubbing one fingertip over the leaking tip of his cock, gathering his pre-cum. His eyes were ravenous as I lifted it to my lips and ran it over my tongue. “Mmh,”
“No,” He said through clenched teeth, “I want to lose control with you.”
A groan came from the front seat.
“Eli.” Trav warned.
“I swear to God, if I crash this truck?—”
“Then you’d better keep your eyes on the road, Fireman,” I purred, working my hand again in long, lazy pulls.
“Frankie,” Eli barked, but it was strangled—desperate. “You wanted us all in bed tonight, but you’re going to have to settle for the one you left soaked in the locker room if you don’t stop.”
He was on edge, and I felt bad for him, so I played nice. Kind of.
I dragged my hand out and sat back in my seat with Travis’s arm over my shoulder, tucking me against his side as I rubbed my palms over my thighs and stomach, wiping the heat of him off. “Guess you’d better drive faster, then.”
The air in the cab was thick enough to cut with a blade for the few minutes left before he pulled the truck into a parking spot in a private lot next to a warehouse.
Eli hardly stopped the truck before he jumped out, ripped my door open, pulled me from Trav's arms, and kissed me wildly.
Both men kissed so differently, and I wouldn’t have been able to pick a favorite if there was a gun to my head. So quickly, I became obsessed with both. Eli carried me up the metal stairs to a nondescript steel door at the edge of the industrial strip lining the edge of downtown.
It was the kind of place that looked abandoned from the outside, but it pulsed with warmth the second he opened the door and carried me inside.
Exposed brick walls. Black steel beams. Concrete floors polished to a mirror shine. It was so perfectly Eli.
Setting me down in the open living space, he kissed me again before pulling back and kicking his boots off. He looked so damn good in his tight dark wash jeans and white henley, but I wondered what he looked like under it all more than that.
Forcing my eyes away from him, I admired his home. On the side of the massive room with tall ceilings was a staircase, leading to an open loft above, and my eyes tracked the steps, wondering if that was where his bed was. Could we go right up, or would they drag it out to tease me more?
I couldn’t remember a time when I had ever longed for another human being the way I did for Eli and Travis.
And the way they hungered for me in return, I could almost trick my dark soul into thinking maybe they wouldn’t hurt me in the end like another man had.
Travis's boots echoed behind me, and when I turned, both of them were watching me like they were starving.
“You sure?” Eli asked, his voice low and rough.
I nodded. “I need more than stolen moments in the dark,” I leaned down and unzipped one of my boots, stepping out of it. “I want tofeelit. The weight of this. The reality of it.” Stepping out of the other one, I pushed them to the side and stared at my men.
