Page 51 of Every Eligible Man

Slade somehow folds himself onto the floor of the carriage. There isn’t enough room to kneel properly, so he ends up in a complicated half-crouch and shoves his face between Cinder’s thighs from behind while she sinks down onto my cock.

Her moan shakes the carriage walls.

"Oh fuck yes, right there."

Outside, the rats go wild.

"She's on him! She's definitely on him!"

"That moan was at least an eight."

"Slade's doing the tongue thing, I can tell by the pitch change."

I try to block them out. I try to focus on the wet heat of Cinder around me, the way her walls grip me like she never wants to let go. But my brothers are... my brothers.

"Move," I tell Slade. "You're at the wrong angle."

"I know what I'm doing."

"Your elbow is in my thigh."

"Your thigh is in my workspace."

"Both of you shut up," Cinder gasps, grinding down harder. "Less talking, more… oh gods, right there."

Wreck is trying to find a position that works. The carriage is rocking already, Cinder bouncing on my cock while Slade works her from behind, and there isn't exactly a clear entry point.

"Where do I…? There's no room."

"Her mouth," I grunt, hands gripping Cinder's hips, fucking up into her. "Get your cock in her mouth."

"I can't reach her mouth from here."

"Stand on the seat."

"If I stand on the seat the carriage will tip."

"Then figure something out." I'm trying very hard to be patient. I'm trying very hard to manage this situation while also being balls-deep in a lady. It's not easy. "You're supposed to be the flexible one."

Wreck, displaying the problem-solving skills of a man who has survived chaos his entire life, climbs onto the seat behind Cinder, braces one foot on the window frame and one knee on the seat back, and presents his cock at approximately the right angle.

"This is either going to work or I'm going to die," he announces.

Cinder grabs his hips and pulls him forward, taking his cock into her mouth without missing a beat in her rhythm on me.

"Oh fuck." Wreck's head hits the carriage ceiling. "Ow. Worth it. Fuck. Her mouth."

"Focus," Slade says against Cinder's pussy, the vibration making her squeal around Wreck's cock. "She's close. I can feel her clenching."

"She's been close since we walked out of the barn," I confirm, watching her face. Gods, her face. The way her eyes roll back when I hit that spot inside her. "Four days of waiting. She's gonna come so hard she blacks out."

"That's the goal," Cinder manages, pulling off Wreck's cock long enough to gasp the words before diving back on him.

The carriage hits a rut in the road.

Everyone lurches. Wreck grabs the ceiling handle to stay upright. Slade's face smashes harder into Cinder's ass. My cock drives deeper than intended and Cinder screams around Wreck's shaft.

"Shit, sorry." Mira's voice comes from outside.