by Vanessa Vale
I showed her to the utility sink, pumped a little bit of the degreaser soap into her palm. She washed and grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser.
“He gets a kiss? I did all the work,” I said, quickly washing my hands, too. While my tone was playful, I was serious. Why did Bennett get a kiss? I wasn’t jealous of them together, not at all. In fact, the opposite. While I wanted this to be a forever thing, I doubted it could be. Not when she found out the truth. I would never harm her, not one fucking hair on her head. Still, she needed someone like Bennett, and seeing them kiss only eased my mind that she’d be taken care of. A good guy, money, security. Everything a woman like Julia needed. Like she deserved.
“You get a kiss, too. You’re a very good teacher.” Once my hands were dry and I’d tossed the paper towel in the trash can, she lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed me. Warm. Soft. And, fuck, included a flick of her tongue.
I picked her up, walked forward until I got to the counter that lined one wall of the shop and lifted her up so she sat on top. I leaned my forehead against hers. “There. That’s better.” I shifted my hips so her knees parted, making room for me. Her knees rested on either side of my waist and at this height, her pussy was pressed up against my hard-on, with, unfortunately, several layers of clothes in the way. There was no doubt she felt how hard I was. How thick. I wanted to be buried so deep in her we’d both forget our names. I wanted to thrust deep, fill her, mark her and make her mine. It had started when she’d opened the door and thought we were strippers.
Phone sex only primed my balls for her. I’d come all over my hand, my belly the night before. This time, I’d be buried deep.
But first, another kiss.
7
JULIA
* * *
I was sitting on a counter in the back of Carter’s Auto Shop making out with two guys. Me! I felt oddly powerful. They’d fed me, amused me, didn’t even complain when I said I wanted to change my truck’s oil. Ava was going to kill me when she found out that was what I wanted to do on a date with two hot men.
But I’d gotten nervous at the diner. I wanted to take them both to bed, but my bald spot was a very tender reminder of what they’d see if we did end up there. I’d worn a dress because the idea of snug jeans rubbing me was awful. So I’d come up with the off-the-wall idea.
But now, we were alone in a quiet place. Alone. Kissing. And I knew what kissing led to.
I knew what I wanted kissing to lead to. With Bennett and Cash, I felt… different than with previous guys. Desirable. Attractive. Not broken. My pussy was wet, my nipples hard. I was eager. Almost frantic even, for more. Absolutely nothing like when I’d been with Frank.
Frank could eat shit and die.
I was kissing Cash and he was right there between my legs. I felt him, hard and thick pressing against me. He was huge big and the way his hips flexed, I knew he knew how to use it. The greasy scent of machinery filled the air, but I also smelled oranges. Now I knew it was the soap and why the citrus aroma clung to him.
I reached up and cupped his jaw, felt the softness of his beard beneath my fingers. I heard the slide of the zipper, and I lowered my hands so he could work it down and off my arms.
His tongue met mine. Played, took. I couldn’t help but moan and lift my hands to the back of his neck, holding him close.
Fingers were on the buttons of my dress. One, then another, then another opened until the top was loose. Only then did he lift his head, look down.
I might die of embarrassment if they saw my pussy right now, but I refused to let them see me in basic underwear. I liked sexy lingerie, and I needed all the self-confidence boosting I could get.
“Holy shit,” Cash murmured, his knuckle running from my clavicle, between the swells of my breasts and lower over my belly. “So beautiful.”
Bennett moved in close, leaned a hip against the counter beside us. Slowly, his fingers caught my dress at my shoulder, worked it down my arm.
I rolled my shoulders back, my breathing coming in little pants as I was exposed. Cash did the same thing to the other side, my dress now about my waist. I was bare except for my pale yellow demi-bra. It lifted, but kept the top swells exposed. Their eyes were staring… there and I looked down. Just a hint of my nipples peeked out from above the yellow lace edging.
To my surprise, Cash stepped back, looked to Bennett. He didn’t say anything and even in my lust-hazed mind, I was a little confused. Didn’t he want me? Bennett moved between my legs, set his hands on either side of my hips on the edge of the counter so he was leaning down. Our eyes met.
“Angel,” he murmured. “Look at you, all perfect in a place like this, grimy and full of engine parts. Tools. And here you are with kiss-swollen lips, creamy skin, lush tits covered by just a few scraps of lace. A fantasy.”
He lowered his head, took a nipple into his mouth through the bra.
I gasped, grabbed his head on instinct.
It was like I’d been hooked up to the jumper cables. Electricity shot through me, sizzled my brain and totally revved my engine. “Bennett!”
His mouth was hot, wet and the gentle suck made my nipple pebble instantly. He kissed his way to my other one, tugged down the lace edging with his teeth so my nipple was exposed. Then he gave it the attention I craved. He didn’t lift his head, just looked up at me. His pale eyes were heated, his cheeks ruddy with desire. God, I’d thought him potent before, but now, with all that desire aimed at me…I shifted my hips, my pussy eager.
He raised one hand, slid the strap off my shoulder, the cup of my bra slipping so most of my breast was visible. I felt wild and a whole lot naughty. They were right, it felt different doing this here. I could see now why Cash didn’t want me to get dirty. He liked me all feminine and sexy in the middle of the dirty shop.
That thought surprised me, for the concept was new. He didn’t look disappointed in me. He didn’t appear to be bored.
“While the idea of fucking you here is pretty damn hot, I want you in a bed the first time.” He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
That totally worked for me, so I nodded, running my fingers through his silky hair.
“We’re not leaving here, though, until you come.”
I gasped and it was Cash’s turn to lean against the counter and watch. “Fuck, yes. I doubt I’ll be able to work in here again without getting hard.”
Bennett reached into the opening of the coveralls and found my thigh. It was bare because my dress had ridden up beneath the protective garment. He slid upward and I squirmed and tried to close my legs.
I knew what he was going to do and I sooo wanted him to do it. But I wasn’t thinking about him making me come anymore. I was thinking about the moment—which was fast approaching—where he’d find my waxing disaster. Laugh.
His gaze whipped to mine at the action. Surprised, he pulled his hand free and stepped back so I could close my legs.
“Easy, Angel.” He held up his hands. “We won’t do anything you don’t want.”
Now, besides being embarrassed, I was sad because he thought he’d done something wrong. I’d fucked it all up again. “It’s not that… it’s, god.” I let my head hang down, not wanting to look at them. But Cash had other ideas, his fingers coming beneath my chin and forcing me to turn and look up at him.
“What happened to the woman who wanted to have a DP with two dildos?”
I closed my eyes, remembering that. I’d been so hot, so… wild I’d actually wanted to do that.
A thumb ran over my lower lip, and I opened my eyes. Cash’s dark eyes now held heat and concern. “We going too fast?”
I licked my lips. “I… I’ve never felt like this.”
The corner of his mouth tipped up. “I think the feeling is mutual.”
“The chemistry, the connection… it’s really intense, but…”
“But you want to take it slow,” he added.
“No!” I said and his eyebrows went up in surprise. “I mean, what we di
d last night, that wasn’t slow.”
Bennett laughed. “That was hot as hell.”
“Do you do that all the time?” I asked, considering maybe I was just one in a long line with them.
“Phone sex?” Bennett asked.
I nodded.
“If you were anyone else, we’d have fucked you.”
My mouth fell open and I narrowed my eyes. What? Of course. I wasn’t good enough. Fine. Fine.
“Fine,” I said, trying to slide off the counter and to leave. It was my go-to saying when I didn’t want to talk, and every man should learn nothing was actually fine.
“Slow your roll and listen,” Cash said, putting his hand on my arm. “You’re not anybody. You’re the one we want. We’re here with you, right where we want to be.”
“Yeah, I’m not a good lay. I’m aware,” I snapped. Realizing I was sitting there with my boobs hanging out, I tugged up the strap of my bra, put my hands through the arm holes of my dress, put it back up on my shoulders.
“You’re doing just fine, Angel. Do you want to know why we didn’t fuck you last night? Trust me, we wanted to,” Bennett said.
“Another notch in your belt?” I countered.
Cash took hold of my sloppy bun, tugged it gently so I was forced to look at both of them. The move was surprising and made me hot, even in my anger.
“Don’t disrespect yourself like that. We won’t have it. You’re not another notch on a belt, dammit.”
All heat was gone from Bennett’s eyes. In place was anger, cold and fierce. “You weren’t ready last night. You’re not ready now.”
“I am.”
Bennett stared at me wide-eyed. “Then what’s with this?” he asked, setting a hand on my closed knees. A piece of paper wouldn’t fit between.
“It’s… it’s embarrassing,” I replied.
“Oh, you’re on your period? We can do other things to get you off,” Cash added.
I blushed furiously. I thought there was nothing more embarrassing than what I did, but now I realize it’s possible. “God, it’s not my period. I’ll have you know I have an IUD and I don’t get one.”
I swear they both glowed with happiness. Non-stop sex with no chance of getting pregnant. Men.
“Then what is it?” Cash asked, releasing my hair. “A working uterus isn’t embarrassing. You don’t have to hide your body from us. You’re gorgeous.”
I warmed at Cash’s praise and it made me relax. A little.
“I… I wanted to do something for you… there.” I couldn’t meet their eyes again, but I placed both hands in my lap. Their eyes were drawn to them.
“Angel, just tell us or I’ll think you’ve got a plug in your ass or a clit piercing,” Bennett said.
My eyes lifted to his. A plug in my— “I tried to wax. I thought you might like me to be bare.”
They didn’t say anything for a moment. Cash reached for my waist, lifted me up and Bennett tugged the coveralls out from beneath me, then worked them all the way off as Cash sat me back down on the counter.
“Your pussy’s bare for us?” Cash asked.
Each of them set a hand on my knee and pulled, opening me up for them. My hands were still in my lap and my dress covered me, although not a lot since I hadn’t done up the buttons and the hem was high on my thighs.
I shook my head but didn’t say anything. I couldn’t get the words out. Perhaps they sensed it because Bennett said, “You don’t have to tell us, but you are going to show us. Okay?”
His head was tipped down, so he was close. I bit my lip, nodded. Maybe just showing would be easier than saying the words explaining what I’d done.
As their hands slid up each of my thighs, I held my breath. My panties came into view and Cash tucked his pointer finger into the elastic side and slid it over.
I closed my eyes, but when Cash dropped to his knees they flew open. I tried to close my legs because he was right there. He couldn’t miss anything.
The corner of his mouth tipped up and the tip of his finger stroked over the bare spot. My hips bucked at the light touch. The spot wasn’t anything sensitive, like say, my clit, but CASH WAS TOUCHING MY PUSSY!
His head lifted and he looked away, down the length of the counter. He met my eyes and said, “Don’t move. Not one muscle.”
Bennett’s thumb stroked the inside of my thigh and his gaze shifted from my pale yellow panties—which had slid back over my pussy—to what Cash was doing.
He was back in seconds, taking the cap off a marker. One moment, he had the gusset of my panties pushed to the side again and was writing something on me the next. Right in the bald spot.
“Cash!” I said, but his shoulder kept one knee from closing and Bennett dropped down beside him, ensuring I stayed nice and wide and so he could obviously get a closer look.
I couldn’t see what Cash was writing, but I could feel the cool rasp of the marker tip against my skin. It wasn’t sore any longer. Maybe it was but my adrenaline was flowing. Two guys were between my parted thighs and writing on me.
There.
8
JULIA
* * *
Cash handed the thick black marker—the permanent kind—to Bennett and he took his turn writing on me. Only when the cap was back on and he’d tossed it onto the counter did they look up at me.
Two men, on their knees and between my thighs. I was exposed, but I still had my panties on.
“Are you insane? What did you write on me?” I was equally stunned and aroused. They weren’t laughing, they definitely weren’t running away. In fact, Bennett licked his lips.
Cash’s finger slid over the smooth skin. “Property of Cash.”
“—and Bennett.”
I tried to bend myself forward so I could see, but there was no way. “I can’t believe you did that!”
Cash shrugged his shoulders, not the least bit concerned I was riled up. “You see this as an embarrassing mistake. I see it as perfect. I plan to mark you with my cum; but this is a great way for everyone to know this pussy belongs to me.”
I should be appalled that he’d claimed my body. But I wasn’t. Nope. Call me crazy, but it was hot as hell.
“Do you think so low of me I’d let someone get all the way to my pussy before they find out I’m involved with you two?”
Bennett stood, hooked his fingers in the sides of my panties. Cash moved his hand away. “Lift,” he said.
I was thinking too hard to question what he was doing. I leaned to one side to facilitate his working the skimpy lace under my butt, then the other side. “We’re men. You’re ours. Since we’re going to eat you out and make you come in the next five minutes, your pussy’s ours, too.”
My brain stalled on eat you out in the next five minutes. My pussy liked the idea.
“Neanderthals,” I muttered.
Cash pushed my legs wide, and I put my hands behind me for balance. “We’re possessive,” he said, his fingers sliding over my pussy. I was wet, swollen and very sensitive. “You’re sopping wet. Let me clean that all up.”
With his hands on my thighs, he leaned in, put his mouth on me. I shot up and almost off the counter, but he pressed down, holding me in place.
“Oh!” I cried, my head falling back. I’d had a guy go down on me before. Once. It didn’t do much. It had felt good, but he didn’t know what he was doing. Cash only validated that because, holy shit, he knew exactly what he was doing. He’d found my clit, flicked it gently, circled it and discovered I moaned when he touched the left side of it. Then did it again. And again. His beard tickled my inner thighs, brushed over my pussy.
I felt my dress part and my bra tugged down. Then a mouth on my nipple.
I looked down, saw two heads. One dark, one light. Both of them were touching me, licking me. Sucking. Playing.
I rolled my hips, tried to get closer to Cash, to hump his face because, god, it felt so good. It wasn’t a slow burn, a gentle simmer. It was intense, like an inferno. I couldn’t catch my bre
ath, couldn’t control what I was feeling, how my body responded. When Cash circled my entrance with one thick finger, I bucked. When he slipped it deep inside and curled, found some magical spot, I gasped.
“I’m going to come.” Yup, just like that. I was a really cheap date, it seemed, especially with Cash touching my g-spot. It had to be. To me, it was like finding a unicorn in my vagina because while I’d heard of a g-spot, I had no proof one even existed.
Until now.
Neither had to work too hard to get me to a panting, sweaty mess. How was that possible? I had never felt like this with any guy before, and we weren’t even fucking. Besides Cash’s hands holding me in place, they only had their mouths on me. No dicks. Yet.
“Cash, don’t stop. God, more. Yes, like that!” I screamed, my body tensing as the most amazing orgasm washed over me. No dildo or vibrator could do this.
Only when it tapered off did they lift their heads. I smiled—I couldn’t help it—and stared dazedly down at Cash. He grinned, his beard and lips glistening wet. From me.
He stood, kept his hands on my thighs. “More?” he asked, licking his lips.
I looked to Bennett who was blatantly shifting himself in his jeans.
“Yes, please.”
“Let’s get you to a bed then,” Cash said.
I shook my head, wrapped my hands around his wrists. Looked up at him. “No bed. Now. Here. Hurry.”
I was wet. Prepped and wide open for them. I didn’t want to have to wait long enough to find the nearest bed. I’d come once, and I was eager to come again. I didn’t want to chance anything.
“You’re sure?” Bennett asked.
“I’m sure. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” I sounded breathy and desperate. I was. For more orgasms. Now.
Cash reached into his back pocket and pulled a condom out of his wallet. I watched as he opened his jeans and lowered them to his hips, pulled his dick out and covered himself.
Wow. He was big. The dildo had nothing on him. Longer, thicker. I couldn’t miss the way the vein that went up the length pulsed. It curved all the way up toward his navel. I had to wonder how that had fit in his jeans. And now, I wondered how it would fit inside me.
