by Jayne Rylon
Her boobs couldn’t compare to that fake rack. For Christ’s sake, those things didn’t even budge when Eli yanked up his guest’s shirt, rocking their toy several inches higher on the hood of the candy apple red ’57 Thunderbird.
Even worse, Sally was trapped.
If she broke from her hiding spot behind the cracked open door to the painting booth, they’d spot her instantly. Enduring the awkwardness of that encounter was not something she wanted to add to the list of horrible experiences she’d been subjected to in the past twenty-four hours.
Crying was not an option. She’d done too much of that over these jerks already. Couldn’t they see how much she loved them? Didn’t it matter that she’d worship them and only them—well, just the Hot Rods, at least—instead of half of Middletown? And she wouldn’t be stingy with her affection as soon she got off.
Apparently it didn’t bother them to drive a model with sky-high mileage.
Not if the way they unwrapped the woman’s tits was any indication.
Hell, it might as well have been Christmas. The lacey bra, which Sally begrudgingly admitted was very pretty and ultra feminine, was like some fancy paper removed with delicate swipes by the pair of dirt bags.
She liked her own style, but it blended in enough edge that it intimidated some guys.
Somehow, she’d thought her Hot Rods were different.
Guess not.
Each man took up residence on one side of the airhead. Alanso moaned, Fawn, before he latched on to the hardened tip of her nipple. Seriously? Big, dumb prey? She did have doe eyes that were rolling back as the guys got her up to speed.
Yet Sally couldn’t back away, close her eyes or even blink. Because she’d imagined a similar scenario so many times, she couldn’t believe that what she saw was real and not a figment of her envious imagination.
Eli reached up to knead the mound Alanso suckled. He plumped it for his best friend and helped the gorgeous bald man feast until he got his fill. Hungry, he licked, nipped and sucked some more.
While the engine man concentrated on laving Fawn’s breast, Eli turned his attention to Alanso.
He stroked one hand up the guy’s back, inspiring a shiver so intense Sally caught it from her station. When Cobra reached chest height, he snaked around and began to undo the buttons of Alanso’s shirt. Some must have already hung loose as it didn’t take long before Eli peeled the soft chambray from his best friend.
He paused when Alanso’s wrists became entangled in the fabric. Pinned behind him, the shorter of the two didn’t struggle to get free. In fact, he seemed to linger in the confines of his soft prison, implicitly trusting Eli to drive.
Shaping the result of their actions into pleasure greater than the two of them could have experienced alone seemed effortless for their boss. He used his thumb beneath Alanso’s jaw to tip his head back. Then Eli took advantage of his friend’s prone position to swoop in and seal his lips over the parted mouth of the panting engine master.
Instead of enjoying the show, as Sally would—hell, as she did—good ol’ Fawn began to whine. “I thought you two were into me. Not each other.”
“Why can’t it be both?” Alanso hesitated.
If that bitch hurt him or made him timid about expressing his desire for Eli, nothing could hold Sally inside her bay. She’d jab a paintbrush in the woman’s eye and beat her with her own boot.
“I like to be the center of attention.” She pouted.
“Sorry,” Alanso nuzzled her breasts, insinuating his face into her cleavage. “Got carried away there. Good point. Eli, we have to always remember to not let our girl feel left out.”
The endearment from him nearly made Sally sick.
Her knees trembled and her stomach flipped.
Why couldn’t she have been the one to satisfy them?
Fawn made a grab for Alanso, but he resisted kissing her on the lips. “Sorry, I’m not big into that.”
Eli looked at him like he was full of shit. Hell, hadn’t they just been about to suck face for a solid half-hour at least? It’d sure seemed like it from here. Sally could have watched that all day, never mind for a few minutes.
This girl was dumber than she looked. And that was saying something.
“Fine then.” She huffed. “Let’s jump right in. Somebody take their damn pants off. Mine too.”
Eli didn’t hesitate or bother to argue. He reached down and unbuttoned her jeans, then peeled them over her hips. She shed the denim like a snakeskin, making Sally realize how unappealing her own baggy work cargos and paint-slathered coveralls were compared to something like…that.
Once Fawn’s pants drooped to her ankles, she kicked them off with a dainty flick, leaving her boots in place. Sally cringed when the bitch propped those clunky heels on the bumper. Apparently Alanso had his limits too. He removed the shoes with a swipe of his hand over each foot and tossed them a safe distance from the polished automobile.
Seduction had no place here. The guys operated in sync, with efficient yet brusque movements. They had a goal. It was right there between Fawn’s thin, spray-tanned-to-the-point-of-oompa-loompa-orange thighs.
She must have decided not to wait any longer and wriggled out of her skimpy ass-floss, flinging the loop of lace into a toolbox nearby. Without wasting any time, she dipped her fingers onto the heart-shaped landing strip of trimmed hair above her pussy and played boldly with herself.
Sally had to give the girl props on that at least. She would have been a lot more shy. Note to self: Maybe guys like confidence in bed. Holding her own in the shop was easy. In sexual situations, less simple. Sometimes she still panicked at that look in a guy’s eyes. The one that proclaimed he was about to take away her control…
Swallowing hard cleared the knot from her throat.
The guys helped too.
They got naked in a hurry.
Salome drooled. For a moment she erased Fawn and the ghosts of her past from her mental scenery. Actually, more like all she could see were the two Hot Rods. Sure, she’d drank in the sight of them shirtless a bazillion times as they strutted around the garage covered in grease and sweat. Or spied them in their shorts, grazing the snack cabinet of their shared apartment in the middle of the night.
She couldn’t even count how often she’d spotted their bare assess when they’d gone through that mooning phase in their early twenties. Oh, those were the good old days. But it’d been a while and the guys had filled out some. More of the artwork she’d approved, and even drafted in some cases, decorated their skin.
To her, they were masterpieces.
The scar on Eli’s elbow where he’d thrown his arm in front of a falling piece of sheet metal to protect Holden made her want to kiss it.
“You first.” Eli graciously gestured toward the willing woman laid out for their enjoyment. He took himself in hand. It surprised her to see he wasn’t entirely hard. Didn’t he want to fuck this bar babe? Or maybe they’d drunk too much to perform up to their usual standards.
They’d been gone forever. And she had no doubt of their prowess. None of them were especially discreet, either with accounts of licentious nights or with the vocalizations of their pleasure when they brought women home. She thought she’d gotten used to it.
Clearly not.
Especially when they’d finally explained what had happened with the crew and how all her dearest fantasies could actually be within grasp. Right before they’d shattered her hopes.
Alanso looked to Cobra, then shook his head. “Be right back.”
Sally gasped when he turned toward her hiding spot. He jogged in her direction, his erection swaying in time to the fluid grace of his strides. Oh shit!
He tipped his head at the light streaming from her studio. Then shrugged and veered to the right. Into the supply closet.
What the fuck?
Several rapid heartbeats later, he emerged with something shiny in his fist. Condoms. The guys kept an emergency ration on the shelf by the first-aid kit. She
had often tried not to notice how quickly the level dropped.
Was it because of her upbringing that she got horned-up by the community of sexy men surrounding her each day? That secret fear had kept her from expressing her misplaced curiosity for years.
Alanso handed the packets to Eli, who ripped one open.
Wetness gathered in her decidedly not ass-floss panties when Cobra grasped his mechanic’s hips, rotated the guy toward him, then sheathed his cock with expert handling. He gave Alanso’s hard-on a few test pulls before slapping his partner’s ass and encouraging him to, “Go get her.”
Fawn wrinkled her nose at the display that warmed Sally’s heart, along with regions slightly farther south.
Alanso stepped between the woman’s knees and tugged her low enough to align her pussy with the tip of his cock. His jerky motions and the way he kept glancing at Eli emphasized the impact of today’s revelations on the man. He was never less than smooth.
“Do it,” Cobra encouraged him. “You wanted to know what it would be like.”
“It’s not the same as I thought,” he murmured.
Eli stepped behind Alanso, blocking some of Sally’s fantastic view. Well, replacing it with a different manscape. He wrapped his lover in his arms and held on for a moment before sliding his hands lower to the still-firm cock and heavy balls at the apex of Alanso’s thighs.
The way he touched his friend, with authority and a sense of how much pressure was enough, awed her. So different than the care she’d taken with the men she’d tried on for size.
Cobra positioned Alanso’s cock so that the tip insinuated itself in Fawn’s pussy.
When the woman’s eyelids fluttered closed and she mewled, Eli swooped in close. He whispered things intended for Alanso’s ears only. If the woman a dick’s length away couldn’t interpret the swish of sound, Sally certainly had no chance. But whatever coaching Eli did seemed to slam Alanso into gear.
Spanish began to flow from his lips. She loved to hear him speak it. He’d taught her enough that they could piss off the rest of the Hot Rods by having coded conversations. But now it was too fast, too broken for her to catch more than a lot of curses.
Ones he meant in a good way, apparently.
He tipped forward and began to fuck. His powerful thighs flexed as he bent then straightened. The quasi-squat drove him deeper into Fawn with each thrust. Sally was surprised to see he’d closed his eyes when the bounty of their catch’s chest loomed so near.
Instead, he seemed more infatuated with the pressure of Eli’s now-stiff cock riding the crack of his ass.
“Are you going to do me, Cobra?” He glanced over his shoulder.
“What?” Fawn roused from the hood. She levered up onto her shoulders. “Are you guys gay or what? I never heard any rumors about that. Lots of other crazy stuff, but never that.”
Holy shit. Was she enjoying the lavish attention of these two dream guys or not?
Sally wanted to march out there and slap the cunt. Her voice didn’t even hold a hint of smoke. She’d snapped from her artificial moans the instant the guys didn’t grant her their full interest. Fawn might have even bigger issues than Salome.
Huh.
Anger crept up inside her, burning her chest, neck and cheeks. The Hot Rods were wasting their effort on this ungrateful cow. Sally would have taken their affection and magnified it. She would have reflected it back, brighter and more focused than they shined it on her.
“Do you want him to fuck you or not?” Eli growled.
“Yeah, yeah.” Fawn collapsed onto the hood again, her hair billowing out from beneath her shoulders. “Harder. Give it to me.”
Sally rolled her eyes.
With Fawn’s attention diverted, Eli continued his subtle flexing. His ass cheeks bunched then relaxed, gliding his cock through the valley of Alanso’s crack as the man began to pick up steam. At the end of the day, it was a physical reaction, especially with Eli triggering illicit pleasure from behind.
Had they done it yet? Had they tried fucking?
It sure had sounded like it this morning. But she knew the guys well enough to know their voices. Even when they turned into guttural shouts and groans.
It had been Eli making the most noise.
What if he’d let Alanso take him?
Sally couldn’t help it. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of her pants, rubbing the knot of her engorged clit. Ignoring Fawn, she concentrated on the intersection of Eli’s and Alanso’s bodies. If Eli hadn’t taken him yet…did that mean…
Was Alanso still an anal virgin?
Was Cobra teasing him mercilessly?
It sure would explain the way Al threw his head back, so it rested on Eli’s shoulder and the cording of his neck as he pumped his cock deeper, harder, faster into Fawn.
“Now we’re talking.” She scratched her fire-engine-nails down Alanso’s chest, probably leaving a mark. When she made like she’d repeat the gesture, Eli removed her hands.
Clearly, no one had the right to claim Alanso. No one other than him.
Sally wished she could be appended to that list.
She rubbed circles over her pussy as Eli shuffled closer, nestling his dick against Alanso’s ass tighter so the man had to be imagining what it would feel like to be stretched wide and welcoming his boss deep.
Hell, Sally was. Wondering both what it would be like to see Alanso taken and to experience the rush herself as a third in their exchange. A gasp left her lips when the idea alone triggered a clenching of her internal muscles. No one seemed to notice.
She bit the inside of her cheek to keep quiet.
Alanso made no such effort.
He grunted so loud the guys upstairs probably heard. Except they’d assume he was fucking Eli down here, not some cheap date.
Okay, so part of her knew she was being unfair to Fawn. The woman wasn’t doing anything wrong. But it wasn’t like they even cared for her. Not like the girls they sometimes laughed with or found interesting for a week or two. Yet she didn’t seem to care.
If Sally were to be offered the chance to switch places with the woman right now, she wasn’t sure she’d do it. She had to have both. Their carnal hunger and their affection. Neither of which seemed likely.
So instead she focused on what real caring she could see.
Eli continued to love Alanso from behind. Gentle, steady and thorough—he combined his subtle rocking with the counterpoint of Alanso’s thrusting hips. Together they worked the system to deliver what they both needed.
In fact, Eli began to flush. His cheeks grew ruddy, like they were when he came in from a long run. His respiration emulated those early-morning post-workouts too. His chest met Alanso’s back on each ragged inhalation. The contact seemed to rev them both higher.
Fawn began to chant, “I’m close.”
The men let her derive whatever pleasure she could from their presence, but they seemed intent on each other too. More so, if Sally was being honest. Poor Fawn. Eli’s hands migrated to Alanso’s waist and gripped him tight. The white-knuckled clasp proclaimed his desperation and shot sparkles of arousal through Sally’s veins as if champagne bubbled there instead of blood.
She wanted to witness Cobra surrender his legendary control.
Just this once.
Please.
Alanso held on with Herculean effort. His jaw clenched as he kept fucking and fucking—both Fawn when he drove forward and Eli when he put it in reverse. She would have sworn he did it for Cobra. If it weren’t for his best friend, he’d have come already and gotten his quick relief. At least his misery seemed to have morphed into something easier to handle for the moment.
A few more passes of Alanso’s toned ass over the full-length of Eli’s impressive hard-on and Sally couldn’t believe her eyes. Cobra stiffened. He dipped his head enough to bite into the nape of Alanso’s neck like a dog securing its mate.
The mouthful of muscle also kept him from shouting and alerting Fawn to their game. With
her eyes closed, absorbing the impact of Alanso’s ramming hips, the woman on the car missed everything special about the encounter.
From this angle, Sally had all the good stuff to herself.
She beamed. Her fingers moved faster, tracing her slit and playing with her clit. She knew what was coming and she had to share it with them. For tonight only. And every night after in her dreams. Because she would never be able to wipe this from her memory.
Recalling the bond between the two men would be enough to fill her fantasies forever.
Her eyes dried out as she refused to blink, afraid to skip a millisecond of the impromptu peep show lest her arousal stop building along with theirs.
No need to worry.
The instant Eli erupted, splattering Alanso’s lower back with a puddle of come, she mimicked him. Her body launched into an epic orgasm that seemed to match his in intensity. Every time he spasmed, launching another shot of cream across Alanso’s glistening skin, she clenched too.
Orgasm exploded through her, making her see stars. She leaned against the doorjamb to stay upright and covered her mouth with her free hand to keep from alerting them to her presence. Eli’s pleasure seemed to go on as long as hers did.
The amount of semen he painted across Alanso impressed her.
Until she began to float down from the high and realized she’d crashed their party.
Horror infiltrated her relief. Guilt ate at her consciousness. Fully engrossed in their play, they wouldn’t notice her if she stuck to the shadows she bet. Hell, they hadn’t spotted her as more than a friend in the decade they’d lived together. She might as well be invisible.
Sally withdrew her hand, her body still humming. She took a deep breath, then snuck from her hideout, clinging close to the wall as she fled the scene of her crimes. It would have been impossible to stand there and watch them finish. To witness them give everything she wanted to some animal who didn’t adore them for anything more than the size of their cocks or their handsome faces or the attention they’d give in exchange for basic relief.
Cool night air splashed her face and doused some of the flames they’d inspired. Ice froze her heart. The door might have made some noise as it shut behind her but she figured they wouldn’t notice just now. When she raced upstairs, she didn’t stop to answer the guys who called to her from the couch, where they watched some action flick.
