"Words, sweetheart," Ralph whispers in my ear, making a sudden surge of slick drip from me.
"Yes," I croak out, spreading my thighs as far apart as they will go in the cramped back seat of the SUV, pushing one leg against Ralph and the other against Zeke, hoping my wordless invitation is enough.
Ralph scoops up one thigh and lifts it over his legs. His fingers trail across the bare skin. Zeke does the same with my other leg. Ralph's lips softly graze my ears and neck, as Zeke's fingers slowly weave across my skin and under my skirt.
Ralph is nuzzling my neck, his fingers stroking up my leg.
"D'you think her breasts need some attention, Cl—uh, Ralph?" Sebastian asks from the row in front, as he redoubles his grip on the grab handle by his door, his blond-streaked brown waves flopping back over the headrest.
"Yes. Please." My body arches against Ralph.
"Careful, lovely. If you beg in front of Allen, he may never want to let you go." James has turned in his seat, and is smiling at me.
"You're doing so well, sweetheart," Ralph murmurs in my ear, as his fingers wander up my torso, and brush the curve of my breasts that peeks out from the halter. "Isn't she?"
"So beautifully," says Zeke, his fingers tickling as they lightly drift across the sodden front of my underwear. His other broad, calloused hand strokes my flushed cheek. "It can't be good for you, wandering around in soaking wet clothes. Better take them off." I can feel the hunger boiling in his voice.
I shift my hips up as his fingers tug at the sides of my underwear.
"Help me out, Ralph." He and Ralph both gently nudge my legs together and hook a finger under the elastic, and slip my underwear smoothly down to my ankles. Zeke exhales sharply as he leans forward; I lift my feet so he doesn't have to reach so far. Zeke slips my underwear over my heels; but they disappear while I'm distracted by Ralph's lips.
"Anyone would think you've done this before," I giggle nervously.
"Not like this." The murmur from my right, accompanied by the path of Zeke's hand down my spine that leaves goosebumps trailing behind him, pulls my attention away from Ralph for a moment. Zeke's expression is gentle. The waft of basil is fresh and soothing.
Ralph's hand guides my face so it's pointing back towards his again. "Six words, remember. Good?"
My teeth graze my bottom lip. "Uh huh. More," I reply.
His lips brush against mine in what starts as a tentative kiss. My mouth tingles from the gentle touch. Warm breath grazes over my lips, making them part with a longing I can't remember ever feeling before.
His kiss is slow and soft at first, but as my tongue touches his lips, becomes increasingly hungrier, his hands guiding my face to his in a demanding claim, his tongue chasing more and more, making heat bloom in my chest. Zeke reclaims my right leg, pulling it over his lap, and his fingers resume their teasing dance across my skin. I inhale sharply as his fingers brush between my legs and along my folds.
Ralph gently pulls away from my mouth as Zeke's fingers pause. A whimper slips out, laced with lust and desire. It takes me a moment to realise it came from me. "We need a word, sweetheart," Ralph murmurs.
"More!" I whinge, impatiently. I hear quiet laughter from the seats in front of us.
"You heard her, Zeke. Don't leave her wanting," Seb chuckles. "And, uh, Allen, if you've run out of words to eat, I've got something you can snack on right here…"
There's a dark chuckle from the row in front, and the sound of a zipper. A slow exhale, the whirl of a seatbelt being extended, and a hum of approval. Allen's head disappears down below the back of the seat.
Tension slips from my thighs as Zeke parts my slick folds and exposes my core. Ralph reclaims my mouth, pulling out a low moan from my gut. Arousal spills from my folds as his deft fingers work their way to my clit, brushing against it in light strokes. The emptiness that overwhelms me is both suddenand yet has always been there. My pussy twitches with desire, clenching on nothing.
"More. More. I need more," I pant into Ralph's mouth. His hand courses down my neck, across my chest, and under my halter, and starts stroking my left nipple. I hum in assent.
Zeke's fingers continue their exploration below. He and I both groan as he slips a finger inside.
"Fuck. You are amazing, darling. So wet for us." Zeke's tone is almost reverential. He starts to thrust his finger into me, while rubbing his thumb over my clit.
"Yes. More. Please?"
There's another groan from the row of seats in front of us. I open my eyes and tilt my head away from Ralph, who starts kissing down the side of my neck, scraping his teeth against my skin in a way that leaves me rippling with gooseflesh and longing. Sloppy slurping echoes from the row of seats in front. A wet slapping sound that's getting faster and faster. A hungry growl. Seb is reaching up, clutching the grab handle like his life depends on it, grunting and panting like he's running a marathon. I groan, watching Seb's head throw back with abandon, as Zeke adds a second finger and starts thrusting harder into me, and Ralph gently nips at my earlobe.
The scent of petrichor explodes in the car as Seb shouts. Allen's head reappears, and Seb grabs his head in a bruising kiss, wiping a thumb over his chin. The lust in his gaze, the longing for his packmate, is hotter than just about anything I've ever seen—aside from Zeke and Ralph filling something I only just realised was empty.
My mind can't focus on both these things at once. So it lets go. I sink into the waves of pleasure.
A hungry mewling escapes me, as I clench Zeke's arm and cant my hips, my face scrunching and toes curling as the tension bursts out of me, slick squirts out from inside me, and Ishatter into pieces all over the back seat of the SUV. I fall back against him, boneless.
