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“Record her,” I said, bracing myself for a moment when she moaned around me in her throat. Manson pulled out his phone, giving Jess’s ass a squeeze as he recorded her. “I’m going to watch this back later, Jess. I want to see how sexy you look gagging on my dick.”
She was using her mouth and her hand in unison, taking her time as she bobbed her head on me. She buried me in her throat, then popped me from her mouth as she said, “The piercing feels funny in my throat. I like it.”
She took me down again, and I clenched the wheel until my fingers ached. Having Manson watch made it even better, and knowing it got him hard made me salivate with the want for a taste of him.
Jess probed at my jewelry with her tongue, causing the curved bar to move back and forth. It took considerable effort not to moan as she did that, but she must have noticed something because the next time she lifted her head, she said, “Do you like that? When I play with it?”
“Yeah.” My voice came out as a tightly restrained snarl. “It feelsgood when you move it around. And when it’s in your throat…” I pushed her head back down, resting my hand on the back of her neck.
“Such a good girl, Jess,” Manson said, his hand rubbing between her legs. “Make him feel good.” She moaned on me again, and my foot jerked on the gas. It took every shred of self-control to remain focused despite what she was doing.
The road was hazy — but the things she was doing with her mouth, hand, and tongue were perfectly vivid. It was shocking that we made it to the speedway in one piece, because I couldn’t remember the rest of the drive if my life depended on it.
The second I parked in the large lot outside the Fairgrounds Speedway, I clenched my hands around the back of my seat and closed my eyes, head tipped back as she finished me off. Manson was praising her, and she was grinding down on his palm for pleasure. The sound that came out of me as I spilled in her mouth was more animal than human, and for a moment, I swore I felt my soul leave my body.
“Fucking hell…” I exhaled slowly as I opened my eyes, just in time to see her swallow.
She wanted a fast car? I’d fucking give her a fast car. What else did she want? Makeup? Jewelry? Clothes? A goddamn kitten? I’d give her that too.
Manson snapped me out of my foolish thoughts. Still recording with one hand, he flipped her over with the other. Jess’s head was in my lap, right next to my cock, with her eyes wide and slightly dazed as Manson moved over her.
“Get her shorts down,” he said, and I helped him do it, tugging them open so he could pull them off of her. I was still trying to catch my breath when he entered her, his cock stretching her pussy in a way I could only describe as stunningly sexy. She groaned, her eyes rolling back as he fucked into her. I held her legs up for him, keeping her spread.
“Fuck, that’s going to make me come,” she gasped. I couldn’t decide which of them I wanted to watch more, as Jess’s face softened with pleasure and Manson’s grew harder.
They both knew how to get under my skin, how to rip me apart from the inside out and make me like it. I expected that from Manson, but her? How the hell could she read me so well? How did she figure out the little things that drove me wild? I could always feel her watching me when she was near, but it was like she was reaching into my soul, taking a casual look around, and figuring out exactly what made me tick.
She made me feel like I was going to fucking lose it, even more than usual.
Her eyes squeezed shut as she came, and I was right there to see every expression as she fell apart. Manson braced his hand against the window next to my head, fucking her until he shuddered and came inside her with a groan. We’d watched each other fuck before, but God, there was something about seeing him withher.
There was something about the way she looked at him, and how manically enraptured he was with her. Was this how he felt when he watched us? I’d never fully understood the voyeur thing, but I didn’t have his level of self-control. I could hardly bear to watch without participating, while he got off on exactly that.
He eased out of her, catching his breath for a moment before he leaned back and took her with him. He turned her around, so her back was against his chest and her legs were splayed open on the seat, facing me.
“Eat her,” he said, his voice still rough.
Even having just orgasmed, those words riled me up all over again. I leaned forward, not giving a fuck about anyone else who happened to be in the parking lot around us. They could damn well look away if they didn’t like it. Jess tasted amazingwith Manson’s cum dripping out of her. Every time I stroked my tongue over her clit, she bucked up against my mouth.
“Tell him how it feels,” Manson said as her beautiful green eyes stared down at me between her legs. I wanted to feel her come again. I wanted her thighs to squeeze around my head as her body convulsed with pleasure.
“Your tongue feels so good,” she moaned, wiggling against me and grinding on my mouth. Manson’s hand pressed down on the back of my head, encouraging me to keep going. “Oh God, Lucas, yes…”
I pressed my tongue into her, savoring the taste of Manson inside her and her desperate little cries. She shuddered, thighs tightening. She clenched them around my head, and I lost myself in the moment. Who could care about oxygen when her pussy tasted so fucking good and she sounded like that — so sweet and helpless and full of need.
I barely lifted my head, licking the taste of her off my lips. Manson watched me, his eyes narrowed with sadistic glee as he murmured to her, “Tell him he’s a good boy.”
He grinned at me like he knew how wicked it was to tell her that. Sadistic fuck. But I still shuddered when her soft lips formed the words, “Mm, good boy.”
My fingers dug into her thighs, my teeth bared as I loomed over her. Crushed between Manson and I, she looked vulnerable but also far too clever. She knew exactly how to get what she wanted, and we knew exactly how to deliver.
“You’d better be very careful using those words with me,” I said, and she nodded rapidly, her pupils dilating.
“I’ll be careful, sir,” she said, but there was mischief in her eyes.
I tucked myself away and gathered my things, stuffing my wallet and keys into my pocket. I had no idea what expression was fixed on my face, but Jess giggled in a way that betrayed both fear and excitement before she stepped out of the car afterManson, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
I didn’t know if I wanted to spank her or fucking kiss her again.
