Sampson grabbed my chin. “Want me to make everyone else leave too?”
I stilled, and Hendrick leaned close to my ear. “Take what you want,” he whispered, echoing Sampson’s words. I shuddered.
“No, I want them to stay.”
Otto groaned from the front seat, rustling around until he found a sunshade that popped along the windshield, essentially blocking out the view for anyone walking along. Sampson’s fingers continued to tease.
“Tell me what happens next,” he commanded.
I rolled my hips against his hand, the brushing of his fingers too gentle, too teasing. “I want you to make me come on your fingers.” I looked over my shoulder. “And I want Hendrick to kiss me.”
I looked up and met Otto’s gaze in the rearview mirror, and my eyes fell to where he was unbuckling his jeans. I watched as he pulled out his cock, stroking it with his hand, but then Hendrick became impatient, turning my head so he could capture my lips.
“Let’s push this up so Otto can see me fuck you,” Sampson purred as he dragged my skirt up over my waist.
As Hendrick’s tongue slipped into my mouth, Sampson’s fingers thrust into my core, and I moaned so loud that I knew the people in the car in front of us must be able to hear. Sampson continued to stroke in a rhythm that was so good and not enough all at once, and Hendrick was moving his hand down to cup my breast.
I wanted more. I wanted everything. I tore my mouth away from Hendrick, who happily started to kiss my neck. “Please,” I gasped, rolling into Sampson’s hand, seeking more friction.
“What do you want, Good Girl? Tell me.”
I let my head loll back onto the headrest, as my orgasm built. “I want you inside me.”
His low chuckle sounded like sin. “I am inside you.” He curled his fingers more, tapping my clit as if to remind me where his hand was. Like I could forget.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, and I felt his low rumbling purr deep in my core. He dropped his hands to his lap, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his hard cock. He was thick and long, and my mouth went dry.
He pulled me onto his lap, reverse cowgirl, and I gripped the driver's seat. I braced myself as he held my hips and thrust into me. We both groaned, or hell, maybe we all did, but suddenly he was stretching me so fucking deliciously.
A tap at the window made me groan, but Sampson didn’t stop, sliding back out and slamming me back down again, and everything disappeared. Everything except for the feel of Sampson inside me. “Oh, god,” I moaned, and Sampson slid his hand up over my chest, gripping my throat and my hip as he pounded into me.
The front door opened, and my eyes went wide as Evan stuck his head in. My gaze flew to his, and his brown eyes widened, before he blanked his face, looking over my shoulder at Sampson. “Train arrived, and we have to go through customs. I advise you all to get back in your own seats. You have thirty seconds.” He shut the door again softly. I’d been so close.
But instead of pulling me off his lap, Sampson gripped both my hips and thrust up hard. “Hendrick, get her clit. We’re in a time crunch.”
Hendrick grinned, gripping my face and kissing me again, his other hand finding my clit like he knew my body better than I did. Sampson bent me forward until my forehead was leaning against the headrest of the seat in front of me, and then he slammed inside of me, his pace punishing until, between the two of them, I had no choice but to come. I bit the headrest to muffle my scream as I pulsed around Sampson’s cock over and over.
With seconds to spare, Evan slid back into the car, and we rolled off the train as an announcement was made that cars were to move forward. Evan kept his eyes forward as Sampson slid me off his cock, and I bit my lip so I didn’t make an embarrassing moan. Sampson was still hard as a rock, but he put me back in my seat and belted me back in, and Hendrick smoothed down my skirt. I watched as Sampson put away his still rigid dick, and felt mildly guilty that I got off and he didn’t.
“Looking a little rough there, Viva,” Hendrick teased. He leaned forward until his lips were beside my ear. “That should give you some pointers on how to masturbate.”
I shot him an exasperated look. “This is one hell of a way to prove a point, Hendrick.”
The tension in the car was electric, and I knew I must look like a mess. We were the third car through Border Control, and the border agent gave us all a narrow-eyed look. Did the car smell like sex?
“Business or pleasure?”
Evan cleared his throat. “Pleasure.” Hendrick was basically vibrating with laughter beside me.
“Duration of your stay?”
“Twenty-four hours. We are just passing through on our way across Europe.”
We were only staying for a day? This was news to me.
Were they so eager to be done with me already?
Chapter 24
Sampson
Otto had found us a place to stay on one of those online room-letting sites, hiring us an entire apartment so close to the Eiffel Tower that it felt like you could almost reach out and touch it with your hand.
It had been worth forgoing some of the services I was used to just to see the look of wide-eyed wonder on Aviva’s face when she stepped out onto the balcony and stared at one of the world’s most recognizable landmarks. Otto looked smug, and Hendrick elbowed him.
“Show-off.”
Evan looked a little displeased, the lack of security here obviously a problem, but who the hell knew we were here? I hadn’t even known we were going to be here.
“Relax, Evan. It’s fine, and it's only for a night, two at most.”
Checking entry and exit points, he let out a disgruntled noise in my direction. “This whole thing is a security nightmare, Sam.”
“It’s fun though.” My balls ached but I still couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. Evan grunted something, but didn’t meet my eyes as he continued his scan of the room. The apartment only had two bedrooms, each with a king-size bed, though the couch also pulled out for Evan. If Aviva wanted space, well, it wouldn’t be the first time Otto, Hendrick and I had all slept in one bed.
But if she wanted to finish what she’d started on the way through the tunnel? Well, I was fairly sure one of us would warm the other side of the bed for her.
“Are you assured that this place is safe enough?” I asked Evan, and he gave a begrudging nod. I grinned. “Take three hours to go and enjoy the sights of Paris. Actually, make it four. I promise none of us will leave this apartment.”
Evan’s face could’ve been a mask with how much he was giving me. He looked at me for a long moment, his eyes taking in my whole face like he could read my every thought. Eventually, he nodded, moving to pick up his jacket and wallet, slipping out the door like a ghost.
A frowning Good Girl watched him go. “Where’s Evan off to?”
“Sightseeing.”
She pouted a little. “He should have said. I would’ve liked to see some of Paris before we have to leave.”
I swaggered across the room, my eyes catching on the small, red bruise on her throat. Hendrick and his fucking hickies. “Good Girl, I will take you on a tour of every cheesy destination in this city. Shut down the tower itself so you can stand up there like you own it.” When I was close enough, I reached out and grabbed her hips, dragging her toward me. “But first, I need to finish what we started in the car.”
“Need?” she whispered.
I groaned. “Want. Very, very much desire.”
She searched my face for a moment, much the way Evan had only minutes earlier, before giving me a small, seductive smile. “Otto?” she called, and Otto appeared behind her like a faithful hound.
Oh, this girl knew. She knew she had us now. Tricky bitch.
But you know what? I didn’t fucking care. Not even a little bit. I wanted her, on her knees, on her back, with her legs wrapped around my head.
I just wanted her.
Otto skimmed his hands down her shoulders. “Viva?”
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Otto’s eyes met mine over Aviva’s head, and where Evan kept his face blank, Otto always had a notoriously shit poker face. There was wonder, lust, and if I wasn’t wrong, a touch of trepidation in his eyes, like he knew that this moment might mean something more than just an easy holiday fuck.
Still, he reached out and unzipped her dress, and it fell into a pile around her feet soundlessly. She was wearing some of the lingerie I’d picked out, soft blush-colored lace that complemented her skin. She looked like a damn wet dream.
I leaned forward and gripped her chin. “What do you want, Good Girl?”
“You. All of you.”
Hendrick groaned somewhere behind me, and my dick was harder than it had any right to be, as the pleasure of her words coursed through my body. I wasn’t going to overthink this. I’d been friends with Hendrick and Otto forever; I knew if I led, they’d follow. I’d do the same for them.
“Lay her down.”
Otto spun her around, lifting her into his arms and kissing her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed him back, like he was giving her life. He walked her toward one of the bedrooms, with me following behind them. Hendrick was beside me, his eyes hooded and his body vibrating with excitement. Like a terrier before you threw the damn ball.
“Slow and steady, Drix. We’ve got all night.”
Hendrick threw me a cocky look. “If there’s one area of my life where I don’t need pointers, it’s fucking. I could fuck her, Otto, and you, and you’d all be begging me for more.”
Yeah, I’d heard the rumours of Hendrick’s skills, and honestly? With the amount of women he’d fucked, I wasn’t surprised he’d learned a thing or two.
“Keep your cock to yourself, dickhead. Or at least in people who want it.”
Hendrick just gave me a smoldering look, and for a moment, I could see the appeal of the guy. He was classically good looking and moved like a big cat, with power and grace and just a little bit of feral energy. I wasn’t a guy who said ‘never’ to many things, though I’d have to be pretty drunk or extremely horny to be lured away from the soft curves and the hot clench of a woman.
Otto lowered Aviva down onto the bed softly, before following her down, continuing to kiss her. I stripped off my clothes so I was standing there naked, gripping my aching balls before stroking my cock. I needed to be back inside her before I exploded.
“What do you need, Good Girl?” I whispered, and she tore her mouth away from Otto. She still had her hands buried in his hair, and she tugged at it softly, making him moan.
“I want someone to kiss away this ache,” she panted, and Hendrick was diving between her thighs before she’d even finished her sentence. How a guy who’d fucked so many girls who would literally ask for nothing in bed—let alone foreplay—could enjoy eating pussy so much, was a miracle of life.
The truth was that Hendrick could fuck a girl’s face, blow in her eye, and the girl would still thank him for a great night. Like his presence was enough. I knew it was the same with a lot of my ex-lovers. They gave too much, and it was almost permission for me to be selfish. I mean, I had a reputation to uphold, so girls always came twice before I came, but still, that was a point of pride more than any request a woman had ever made.
I hated feeling like a conquest, and apparently, so did Drix because that fucker ate cat like he was coming off a famine.
I watched her face as Otto kissed and bit down her neck, taking her lace-covered nipple between his lips and sucking hard. Watched her clamp her thighs around Drix’s head so tightly it would probably make his skull a peanut shape. Watched as the two of them brought her to an orgasm so strong, there was no way the apartment three balconies over didn’t need a drink and a cigarette.
Precum leaked out of my cock, and I took a moment to grab the box of condoms from my bag. Fishing out three, I threw them on the bed.
Hendrick sat back on his haunches, and I grabbed Aviva’s ankle. “Did you like that?” I purred, and the goosebumps that spread across her skin were my reward. I dragged her toward me. “I asked you a question, Good Girl.”
“Yes,” she moaned. Fuck, I loved the husky sound of her voice when it was roughened by pleasure.
I opened the foil packet of my condom and slid it on. “I’m going to fuck you now, and Otto is going to lie back and let you suck his cock at the same time. Would you like that?” She nodded, but that wasn’t good enough. “Enthusiastically now, Aviva. Gotta follow the rules.”
Hendrick threw me a sharp look at the mention of the rules, like Aviva was suddenly going to remember she’d said no fucking. But I didn’t want her to have any excuses in a few hours, or tomorrow, or in a month. Didn’t want her to think we had her dick-dazed, causing her to agree to whatever we asked.
“Yes… Fuck me, Sampson.”
I groaned, flipping her onto her stomach and then dragging her up onto her hands and knees. She crawled toward Otto, who’d managed to get naked in record time. He lay back on the pillows like a lazy prince, and as she licked up his shaft, he shuddered with pleasure. I crawled up behind her, and the moment she sucked his cock inside her mouth, I slammed inside her.
He may be a lazy prince, but in this moment, I was the fucking king.
She moaned around his cock as I stretched her, her cunt slippery from her release. Hendrick came to stand beside Otto, who reached out to grip Drix’s dick in his hand. I wasn’t bi like those two, but there was something insanely erotic about being all connected like this.
Gripping Aviva’s hips, I slammed into her over and over, and her second orgasm had me gritting my teeth as she pulsed around me. Letting her ride it out with short, shallow thrusts, I slapped her ass hard.
She squealed around Otto’s cock, making him groan with pleasure. “Fuck, Viva. Jesus.” One of his hands gripped her hair softly, guiding her up and down his cock. Deciding they’d both recovered enough, I ground into her again, and she mewled with every thrust.
“Make him come, Aviva. Show me just how good you can be. Then I’ll let you come again.” To punctuate my words, I thrust hard, and she screamed. Her head started moving faster up and down on Otto’s cock, who was cursing beneath his breath, his own hand sliding up and down Hendrick’s dick with lighting speed.
“Oh, fuck, Viva… I’m going to come. I want her to come with me,” he gasped, looking up at me over the round globes of Aviva’s ass.
I slid my hand up her spine and gripped some of that glorious hair. I pulled her head back by her hair gently, gripping her hip and slamming into her until she was coming around me again.
A grunt from Otto let me know he was covering her tits with his cum. I kept thrusting through her orgasm, chasing my own release. Hendrick grabbed his own cock, stroking hard and fast until he was unloading all over her back.
My handprint on her ass, coated in their release, was too much and I buried myself balls deep inside her, coming on a curse. For a moment, all I could hear was the thundering of my own heart and the whoosh of panted breaths.
I pulled out and flopped down on the bed, trying to drag in oxygen. A towel appeared from nowhere, and Otto cleaned her up, gently whispering things into her hair as she collapsed against his chest.
“Get under the blankets, Sam,” Hendrick whispered, and I did what I was told for once, climbing in beside Otto. Hendrick got in the other side, dragging the blankets up over us. I realized Aviva was passed out on Otto’s chest, and for a second, I leaned up on one arm and looked at the only two people I’d ever loved. Something passed between us, and then Drix grinned.
“Get some sleep. I wanna do that again, but I get to ride in the backseat this time,” he said, waggling his eyebrows.
“Fuck off, Hendrick,” Aviva mumbled against Otto’s chest, and I laughed.
This felt almost perfect.
Chapter 25
Aviva
The sound of the apartment door opening and closing had Sampson sitting up in bed. He peeled away from me s
ilently, until a voice in the other room yelled, “Just me.”
Evan was back.
I couldn’t get the memory out of my mind of Evan’s face when he opened the car door and saw me riding Sampson’s cock. Every time I thought about it though, I imagined a different expression on his face. Was the twist of his lips disgust? Or the hooding of his eyes desire? Or was it all just shock, and I was overthinking the hell out of it?
Yeah, it was probably the latter.
“We’re just napping,” Sampson yelled back, his grin in my direction making my heart flip-flop. Hendrick still snored gently despite the yelling, and I turned my face to look at him.
“He sleeps heavily when he actually sleeps.” Otto’s voice was a calming rumble beneath my cheek. I tilted my head up so I could look at him. I couldn’t believe I’d fallen asleep on his chest. I tried to push myself up, and he hissed.
“I think I missed a cum spot. You seem to have, uh, crusted to my chest hair.”
There was a choking noise beside us, as Sampson tried to hold in his laugh. “It’s not funny, Sampson,” I said primly, which sent him over the edge.
He bent over, still naked and glorious, and let out a hissing laugh that shook his body. Sampson lurched toward me, gripping my hips. “Come here, Good Girl. Let’s give Otto a wax.”
Otto batted his hand away, holding me tightly. “Fuck off,” he growled, scooting toward the end of the bed, swiping out with his feet so Sampson had to jump away. “Hold on, Viva. We’re making a run for the shower.”
I gripped his neck as he kicked Sampson in the knee, sending him toppling, and then he was up and sprinting toward the bathroom while I held on like a baby koala. I saw a brief flash of Evan’s face, his mouth hanging open, before we reached the only bathroom in the apartment. I didn’t realize I was laughing so hard until my face began to ache.
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