by Rhian Cahill
“I can think of something you could do to take your mind off the bad scenes.” Dayne waggled his eyebrows.
Grant and Miki laughed at him but in usual Dayne style he affected a wounded look and kept going.
“I’m crushed you two don’t take me seriously. I was being genuine. I was only going to suggest Miki refill our drinks and the popcorn bowl during the blood and guts parts.”
Smiling, Miki said, “Sure you were.” Shaking the excess water from her legs, she stepped back onto the grass. “We’re going to get your car filthy and wet if we get in like this.”
“There’s a couple of towels in the boot. We can use those to dry off before getting in. Not that it matters, I’ll put it in for a detail during the week,” Grant said.
She frowned at him. “Don’t you wash your own car?”
“Well, yeah, but the car wash across the road from the office has this new system and…never mind.” Grant draped his arm over her shoulders and pulled her close. “Let’s go. What do you want for dinner?”
“We could do homemade pizza. That would make it a real movie date,” Dayne said from the other side of Miki.
“You guys make your own pizzas?” She laughed. “I don’t think I’ve ever met a pair of more domesticated men in my life.”
“Hey.” Dayne bumped her hip with his. “Don’t knock us until you’ve experienced the joys that are my hand-rolled pizza dough.”
“Crispiest crust you’ll ever eat.” Grant let her go and pulled his keys from his pocket. With the press of a button, the doors unlocked and he popped the boot to grab the beach towels stowed in the back. “Here.” He flung one at Dayne and turned to Miki with the other.
“Thanks.”
Grant stood mesmerized as Miki wrapped the towel around her waist and shimmied out of her shorts. With one tug he could pull that strip of cloth from her and find out what she wore beneath the denim, but he wasn’t sure he could control himself if he knew, and screwing her in the car park wasn’t exactly the gentlemanly thing to do. He almost swallowed his tongue when she stripped off her tank top and revealed the skimpy bra beneath. Miki shook both pieces of clothing before tossing them into the trunk and getting in the car.
“She’s gonna go home like that?” Dayne’s strangled words snapped Grant out of his trance.
He closed his eyes and sucked in a deep breath. “If she is I’ll be lucky to keep the car on the road.” Grant snatched the towel from Dayne and roughly cleaned up before sliding behind the wheel.
His friend slipped in beside him, but neither of them braved a look into the backseat. Grant even tilted the rear-view mirror so he wouldn’t see Miki every time he checked traffic. With jerky movements, Grant started the car and put it in reverse. He stopped. Now he’d have to check the mirrors, look over his shoulder. With a groan, he clenched his jaw and swivelled his head so quickly he looked like one of those amusement clowns on speed.
There was no traffic in sight so he took his foot off the break and jammed it on the accelerator. They lurched back and forth with his crappy driving and Dayne’s hand slammed onto the dashboard. He thought he caught a glimpse of Miki toppling to the side as he swung the wheel and shoved the car into drive. Again, Grant’s driving was less than stellar but he couldn’t unclench his jaw to apologise. His only concern was getting them home before the thought of Miki almost naked in his backseat did dangerous things to his control.
Weaving in and out of traffic with total disregard for the speed limit, Grant raced home, his car zooming down the roads like the lust in his veins. Fast. It took twenty minutes to get home. Dayne pressed the garage remote as they drove up the street and Grant swung the Audi in the garage before the door was all the way up. Braking hard, he shifted into park and undid his seatbelt. When he cut the engine the whirr of a motor filled the silence as the door lowered behind them.
“Jeez, Grant. Are the hounds of hell on our tails?” Miki’s laughter filled the car and snapped the last of his control.
He looked at Dayne, and without words they both opened their doors and got out. In unison they opened the rear doors and moved in on her. Blood pumped through him in a scalding flash flood. His cock pressed against the confines of his shorts and rubbed against the sensitive head.
“What?” Miki’s gaze darted between them.
“If you don’t want me driving like a lunatic don’t get in my car naked,” he growled.
“I’m not naked.”
“You soon will be.” Dayne grabbed the towel and ripped it away. “Oh man.”
“Christ. What the hell are those?” Grant pointed at the tiny web of black covering her pussy.
“What?” Miki looked down. “They’re my underwear.”
“That’s not underwear. That’s, that’s, hell, I have no idea what that is but it certainly isn’t underwear,” Grant argued.
“I’ll have you know they’re very expensive underwear.”
“I’ll write you a check.” Grant stuck his fingers into the lacy webbing and ripped them apart. The sound of tearing cloth was drowned out by Miki’s gasp.
“Grant!”
He didn’t answer her. Instead he pulled her into his arms and took her protesting mouth with his. She melted into him, her tongue coming out to play with his. Closing his eyes, Grant dove into her lush depths while attempting to rid her of her only other clothing. Dayne’s hands pushed his aside and disposed of her bra. Miki moaned and he swallowed the sound before it could escape. Letting go of her lips, he trailed his mouth across her cheek to her ear.
“We’re going to fuck you in my car, Miki.” He nipped at her lobe and she jolted against him. “You want that don’t you?”
The nod of her head wasn’t enough. He needed the words.
“Say it.” He sucked on her lobe before licking his way back to her mouth. “Tell us to fuck you in the car, Miki.”
“Please.”
Dayne was playing with her breasts with one hand and plying her clit with the other. She humped against his friend, her legs spread as wide as they could go with them on either side of her. Grant lowered his hand to join Dayne’s and together they thrust a finger into her clenching channel.
“Please.” The raw cry tore from her throat.
“Say it!”
They worked her flesh, drove in and out while keeping the pressure on her clit. Grant twisted his hand, brought his thumb to her anus and pushed just the tip inside.
“Oh, oh, yes. Yes. Fuck me.”
Dayne sucked a nipple into his mouth and she shattered on their hands. Her hips thrashed and bucked as she milked as much pleasure from them as she could.
“Jesus.” Dayne pulled away, leaned into the front seat and scrambled for his wallet. He came back with two condoms and neither of them wasted time stripping out of their clothes and donning the protection.
Grant lifted Miki from the seat, her body pliant with her release, and manoeuvred underneath her. Dayne helped turn her to face Grant and lowered her onto his friend’s cock. Grant shuddered in reaction as the hot glove of her cunt settled over him. If Dayne was any judge, his friend was close to the edge and things would be over before he got a chance to join in.
“Hurry up,” Grant demanded.
“Can’t fit. Move your legs along the seat towards me.” Dayne helped guide both of them into position.
“Dayne, please,” Miki gasped. “I need both of you.”
He ran his fingers through the cream coating her pussy and spread it over her arse. He did it again and again, trying to get as much lubrication as possible to ease his entry. Dayne pushed a finger inside her tight passage. A second followed and she rode his hand as she worked herself along the length of Grant’s cock.
“Now.”
“Dammit, you’re not ready.”
Miki turned her head to look at him. Her eyes blazed with an icy-blue flame that threatened to incinerate him. “Now, Dayne. Fuck my arse now.”
A violent shudder racked his entire body at her words. Removi
ng his fingers, he crawled up behind her. One knee on the seat, the other on the floor, Dayne pressed the head of his erection to her puckered hole. Miki rocked her hips and took him in. She opened for him, relaxing her muscles until the mushroom tip popped through the tight ring. Fire shot up his cock and he slammed forward with a roar.
He stilled, frightened his hasty entry had hurt her, but she bucked beneath him. Her arse sucked at his length as she rode up and down. Dayne couldn’t see how it was possible, but she directed their lovemaking, caught between him and Grant, she moved with speed and drove him quickly to the edge of release. Fumbling for purchase, he thrust into her as best he could in the confined space of the backseat. His friend lay pinned under both of them and could do no more than enjoy the ride.
In no time, Dayne felt the spasms in his balls signalling his imminent orgasm. The sight of his cock disappearing between those plump cheeks sent him over. His hips powered back and forth, his length sawing in and out, as he gave in and exploded. Come blasted through his shaft, filling the condom in jet after jet of hot seed. Stars burst in front of his eyes and he squeezed them shut as the last wave stole his breath.
Miki jerked against him, her muscles milking his softening flesh as she came. Dayne wasn’t sure who cried what. The moan, the growl, the shout. It didn’t matter. With a final plunge, he buried himself deep and fell forward, his sweat-slick chest sliding along her shaking spine. He heard Grant gasp and felt his friend’s cock pulse against his own through the thin layer of Miki’s body. As he came back to earth the only sounds were the three of them struggling to catch their breath.
He eased out of Miki’s arse and sat half on the floor, half on the seat. His legs shook and he didn’t trust them to hold him up just yet. Dayne spotted his shirt and used it to wrap the condom in. They should go inside and get cleaned up, but he couldn’t find the energy to speak, never mind move.
“I’ll never walk again.”
Dayne smoothed a hand over Miki’s rump. “Yes, you will. And if not I’m happy for you to stay right here forever.” He slid his fingers through her slit and brushed her protruding clit. Grant’s spent cock, wrapped in the condom lay below her. Dayne marvelled at how the sight didn’t worry him. This sharing Miki was teaching him new things about himself every minute they were together.
“I’m not staying here like this,” she murmured. “I can only imagine how horrible I must look.”
Idly he played with the folds of her pussy. “Miki, honey, you are the fucking sexiest thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He thrust two fingers into her well-fucked cunt and she trembled around him.
“Oh…”
He smiled. The woman amazed him. They fucked her senseless and yet still he could arouse her. She rocked onto him, moaning and whimpering as cream flowed from her. His cock pulsed, hardened with renewed interest. They so needed to get inside. Dayne removed his fingers and slapped her arse.
“Come on, lazy bones, time to go inside.”
“Hey, that hurt.”
“No, it didn’t.” He patted the slightly pink imprint of his hand. Seeing his mark on her white skin did strange things to his insides. They might have to do some exploring later.
“Dayne’s right. We need to move inside.” Grant sat, taking Miki with him.
“Damn you both.” Her words were said without heat.
“And you right along with us, baby.” Dayne got out of the car, his legs remaining solid.
Reaching down, he scooped Miki up into his arms and carried her through the door connecting the garage to the house. He headed straight for Grant’s shower. Depositing Miki on her feet, he leaned over and turned on the water. Grant followed them into the bathroom.
“I’ll get clean towels and something for Miki to wear.”
Dayne left the room as Grant herded her under the hot spray. It took mere seconds to pull sweats and shirts from the clean laundry for him and Miki. Circling around via the linen room, he pulled out an armload of fresh towels and headed back to Grant’s room. His friend was stepping out when he got back.
“I’m done.” He reached for one of the towels. “Miki’s still washing her hair.”
Without comment, Dayne put his bundle down on the basin and walked into the shower. He stepped up behind her, pressed his front to her back and wrapped his arms around her. Burying his face in the curve between neck and shoulder, he nuzzled her, drawing a gasp from her throat.
“You always smell so good.”
Miki laughed. “Yeah, right. Sweaty and sandy isn’t what I’d consider an appealing scent.”
“On you anything would be appealing.”
He let her go and reached for the soap. Dayne lathered up quickly, washing away the sand and sweat. Miki finished rinsing her hair and edged past him. With eyes only for her while she dried her body and wrapped a towel around her head, he finished up and switched off the water. She handed him a dry towel and he indicated the clothes he’d brought in.
“There’s a pair of drawstring shorts and T-shirt for you to wear. We’ll put your clothes in the washer before dinner.”
“Thanks.”
The shorts were miles too big, but she pulled the cord tight and managed to hold them up. His shirt fit better, but only because it was one of the smallest he owned. It would have to do for now. Besides, they’d have her naked again before the night was over.
“Where did Grant disappear to?”
“No idea. Let’s go find out.” Dayne curled his fingers around hers. “Hopefully he’s put a pot of coffee on. I could do with a caffeine boost.”
“I wouldn’t mind one either. I’m suddenly feeling very sleepy.”
“You can have a nap if you want.”
“Oh, no. If I sleep now I’ll never sleep tonight.”
He looked at her and grinned. “That’s not such a bad thing.”
She playfully punched his arm. “Stop that. Haven’t you had enough of me already?”
“Not in this lifetime.” He was dead serious, but Miki either didn’t get it or chose to ignore his intention.
“So where is your movie collection so I can pick out what to watch?”
The change of subject didn’t worry him too much. The topic did mean she was sticking around for the evening and that was a bonus as far as Dayne was concerned. “Let’s see what Grant’s up to first, then I’ll show you what we’ve got.”
“Okay, but I’m still not watching anything with blood and guts.”
Dayne sigh and tried to add disappointment to his voice. “All right.”
Miki giggled. “That was shocking. Good thing you didn’t go into acting or you would have starved to death by now.”
He smiled at her. “Yeah, owning C.S. is a hell of a lot more fun anyway.”
“You never did tell me what C.S. stands for.”
“Cool Shit,” Grant came out of the laundry. “Our clothes are in the washer.”
“What?” Miki gawked at them. “You named your business Cool Shit?”
Laughing at the disbelief in her voice Dayne said, “No, we called it C.S. No one but Grant and I know what the letters stand for.”
“And now that we’ve told you you’re sworn to secrecy or we’ll have to kill you.” Grant’s dead-pan face made Dayne laugh harder.
“Kill me how?” The smirk on her lips told him she enjoyed playing along.
“Well.” Grant rubbed his hand over his chin. “I was thinking we could start by seeing if we could kill you with orgasms, and if that didn’t work I seem to recall someone being very ticklish.”
They lunged for her together.
Chapter Six
Miki squealed and tore off down the hallway towards the lounge room. Dayne caught her by the arm and Grant quickly took advantage and grabbed her legs. Lifting her up, they walked over to the couch and sat, side by side, with her spread across their laps.
“So, what will it be? Death by tickling?” Grant’s long fingers wrapped around her ankle to hold her foot still while he attacked the so
le of her foot with his other hand. She kicked but his forearm pinned her legs to his.
“No. Don’t. Stop.” Her words blurting out between panted breathes. Dayne’s arms banded around her middle and his fingers dug into each side of her ribs, sending her into peals of laughter. They each tortured whatever part of her they held until she gasped for breath.
“Or…” Dayne push one hand up the baggy leg of her shorts. “Death by orgasm?”
“Oh God.”
His fingers brushed her folds, searched out her clit and stopped.
“Don’t…”
“Tickle?” Grant renewed his assault on her feet.
“Or orgasm?” Dayne applied pressure to the tender bundle of nerves under his thumb and the move sent a jolt of pleasure into her core. “God, you’re so wet.”
A breathless cry followed the fingers he’d thrust inside her slippery pussy. “Orgasm!”
He probed deeper. “Does being chased down turn you on, Miki?”
“Oh.”
“Jesus. Your muscles just squeezed the fuck out of my fingers.” He pulled out, pushed in. “Would you like it if we tied you down? If we caught you to keep? To do with as we pleased?” His fingers curled, found her G-spot and sent spasms through her core. “You’re so fucking hot.”
She squirmed on their laps but he didn’t let up, and when Grant’s hand joined Dayne’s, Miki knew she would be seeing stars before they were done. If they kept this up she surely would die. Her pussy was still swollen and sensitive from their sex in the car. The pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. In seconds, she was screaming over the edge and coming hard. Panting for breath, she slumped, splayed across their legs.
“Christ, your responsiveness blows me away.” Grant removed his fingers from her body and brought them to his lips. “And you smell and taste divine.”
Miki watched from under lowered lids as he proceeded to lick his wet fingers clean. Her pussy clenched, his obvious enjoyment tightening her lower belly.
Dayne wiggled the fingers still buried in her core and a second less powerful orgasm rocked her. Her back arched as the wave of release broke over her. He gentled his strokes, eased her down until the buzz of pleasure hummed in her veins. Miki closed her eyes and let herself drift with the contentment their magical touch made her feel.
