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There’s a honk outside, letting us know the car is here. Ezra shrugs his suit jacket on and offers me his arm, which I take. Cal disappears back into his room momentarily, then runs out to open the door for me.
“Such gentlemen,” I say.
“That’s not what you said when Ezra put his tongue in your ass yesterday,” Cal whispers as I pass. I falter a little on my heels, but Ezra helps me catch myself before I go tumbling.
We’re halfway down the sidewalk when I notice that thecarthey called is actually a limo. A fucking limo. I’m all dressed up and going to a private pre-opening gallery tour, with Ezra Beckett and Callaghan Flynn as my dates, in a limo.
“Is it dumb that I’ve never ridden in a limo before?” I ask as the driver opens the door. She smiles and tips her hat.
“You’d mentioned that you didn’t go to your prom, so we thought it would be fun to kind of treat tonight like one. We haven’t been taking you out much, and you deserve to have a fancy date night,” Ezra explains as he and Cal climb into the car on either side of me. The seats face the windows rather than the front of the car, so it’s a little strange. There’s an ice bucket with champagne and glasses, and when the driver gets in, she confirms our destination before rolling up a solid privacy window.
“So fancy,” I remark.
“We were going to get you a corsage and everything, but Cal had a better idea.” They grin salaciously at each other, and my insides clench. A look like that can only mean I’m in for some trouble, and I’m probably going to like it.
“Your panties, my dear,” Cal says, casually holding his hand out like he’s asking for lip balm or a tissue.
“Bodysuit,” I reply breathlessly, already worked up despite having no clue what’s happening.
“Show me,” he growls softly.
Careful not to wrinkle my dress too much, I scoot down to the edge of the seat and pull the bottom of my dress up above my hips. Thank goodness for the stretchy material. I pull it up to my waist so they can see the bottom of the bodysuit I’m wearing.
“Is that—” Ezra pauses to bite his knuckle, clears his throat,and then speaks in a low and commanding voice. “Get on your knees and put your forearms flat on the seat. Carefully, don’t want to mess up your pretty dress before you meet all those important people.”
Thankful that I opted against panty hose, I slowly and carefully kneel on the floor of the car. Bending forward to place my forearms on the seat across from us, I give them a perfect view of my ass in my skimpy thong bodysuit. Clenching so hard I’m trembling, I’m still able to stifle a smirk through my arousal.
“Jesus Christ, Beth, what are you trying to do to us?” Cal says.
A warm hand caresses over my bare ass, squeezing the flesh. A finger hooks at the top of the thong and traces the fabric down my ass-crack to my already soaking wet pussy. Long fingers deftly stroke through my folds, dipping inside my quivering pussy and back out, circling my clit.
Ezra groans. “Always so ready for us.”
Cal moves to the seat next to me and hands over a small velvet box before joining Ezra, touching and teasing me while I stare incredulously at the box. Jewelry? Not what I was expecting to get in this position, but that was sweet. I smile at Cal and open the box, suppressing my shock.
“It’s your corsage.”
Inside the box is a bright red silicone object that is tapered at one end and has a flower at the other. They got me a corsage alright. For my butt.
“And you want me to do what with this?” I ask softly, fearful of the answer.
“Wear it for us tonight,” Cal says, his voice low and daring.
“Wear it? Like… in public? While we walk around and make professional small talk, and I’m already nervous?”They’ve lost their minds.
“It’ll help take your mind off things,” he jokes.
“You’re crazy.”
“Crazy about this ass,” he says as Ezra unsnaps the buttons at the crotch of my bodysuit, further exposing me to them.
Ezra lazily pumps his fingers in and out of me, and for a moment, I forget what we were talking about. My eyes close and I surrender to the way his expert fingers play me, bringing me to a dizzying edge. My arousal is obvious, slickness dripping slowly down my thighs and coating his fingers. Which, apparently, is what he was going for.
Once his fingers are slick enough, he pulls them out of my aching pussy and trails my wet arousal up my ass. He massages around my hole, pushing his fingers against it, gentle and teasing. My eyes are still closed, but fly open at the insertion of something bigger and a little colder than fingers into my pussy.
Cal works the plug inside me, and my hips start to grind with their ministrations. Using his finger to hold the plug inside me, he grinds the palm of his hand over my clit. Ezra runs his fingers through the slick mess coming out of me in rivulets, using it to insert a full finger into my ass. My breaths are heavy, coming out in short, stoccado bursts.
I grind down harder on Cal’s palm as Ezra fits a second finger into my tight entrance.
