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Misael was sliding in and out of me in slow, measured strokes, probably realizing the precariousness of our position. The fingers of one hand played over my clit, teasing me, building me up, and when the car shifted beneath us with another turn, we all made helpless noises of approval and arousal.
“Oh, shit, Cora,” Misael murmured, his voice rough. “Come for us. I wanna feel you fuckin’ come.”
His fingers moved faster, pressing harder against my throbbing clit, although his strokes in and out of me stayed steady and even. I swirled my tongue around the head of Kace’s cock, my toes curling inside the heels I was still wearing.
The blond boy’s fingers came up to tangle in my hair, taking control of my movement as I tried to relax my jaw, letting him take what he wanted. What he needed.
He was like a caveman sometimes, ruled by the most basic instincts.
But he was my caveman. And I fucking loved it.
His cock thickened in my mouth, swelling and growing harder, and I arched my back, writhing in his hold as Misael buried himself inside me and froze, his muscles tightening as he let out a choked grunt. His fingers kept swirling over my clit as he throbbed inside me, and he kept murmuring in a low voice, telling me how gorgeous I was, begging me to come for him.
The orgasm didn’t slam into me like a truck. Instead, it dragged me under like a slow rolling wave, and I let out a long, low moan around Kace’s cock.
“Fuck. Fuck. There. Just like that.”
He jerked his hips toward my face one last time, and a second later, he exploded into my mouth. Salty cum hit the back of my throat, and I drew back, trying hard to swallow it all. Some dribbled out and dripped back down his shaft, and I ran my tongue up his length to collect it.
“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. That was hot as hell.”
Misael groaned weakly, and a moment later, he pulled out, collapsing onto the seat beside me. All three of us were breathing hard, and I could feel dampness coating my thighs. The car smelled of sex and desire, and I glanced toward the front again, catching sight of Bishop’s face in the rearview mirror again.
“I’m regretting that I don’t have a goddamn self-driving car right about now,” he joked, his eyes gleaming with heat and amusement.
“Did you come?” I asked, rubbing my thighs together as I spoke. My dirty talk was nowhere near on par with Kace’s, but something about saying the words out loud made liquid heat pool in my belly.
Bish cocked an eyebrow at me. “I was tempted as fuck, with that little show you put on. But I don’t really feel like cleaning jizz off my dashboard.”
A surprised laugh burst out of me before I could stop it, and Kace and Misael chuckled beside me. They were both tucking themselves away, tugging their zippers back up.
An air of satisfaction filled the car, but I couldn’t just leave it like this.
These were my boys.
All three of them.
And I wanted to take care of them.
Scooting forward, I clambered awkwardly over the middle console into the front passenger seat. I was sure the action gave Kace and Misael full view of my ass, but neither boy uttered a word of complaint about that.
When I finally settled into the front seat, Bish glanced over at me with a quizzical expression.
“Get too crowded back there?”
“No.” I kicked my shoes off and pulled my legs up onto the seat, going onto my knees as I leaned over the console. “You said you didn’t want to make a mess. So I’ll clean it up for you.”
His expression shifted immediately as he grasped my words, his mouth falling open slightly. “Shit. Princess, I’m not gonna make you—”
I leaned over to kiss his cheek, right at the corner of his mouth, stopping his words.
“You can’t make me do anything, Bishop Madigan,” I whispered, my voice warm and teasing. “I want to.”
Then I dropped my head, trailing kisses down the front of his shirt, lifting it out of the way so I could find the hard planes of his stomach with my lips as my fingers grappled with the button and fly of his pants. It was a little harder to get everything out of the way with the steering wheel a few inches from my head, but I managed it. Bish shifted his weight to help me, and I felt his fingers tangle in my hair as he took one hand off the wheel.
“Oh, fuuuck,” he muttered as my tongue darted out to lick the tip of his dick.
He was hard as steel, and beads of salty wetness had gathered near the small slit, evidence of just how turned on he’d gotten at the sight and sounds of us in the back seat.
