“It was amazing seeing you, Maddy, and we’ll see you next week in NOLA. I’m going to get Jacinta out of the cold.” We wish her goodbye and make our way to the car where Simon is waiting.
“Are you okay?” Riku puts his hand on me when he sees me shudder.
“Cold,” I stutter, but I’m starting to think the comedown from the coke is affecting my temperature regulation, because I’ve never been this cold before. He quickly shrugs out of his jacket and wraps it around my shoulders.
“Thanks, man, I didn’t think to bring one, which was stupid of me.” Shane sounds annoyed at himself but grateful to Riku.
I squeeze his arm. “I was just as stupid. I should have brought at least a wrap or something. I mean, it’s not the middle of summer.”
The car is on, toasty warm, when we slide into it, and I send Simon a grateful smile as Shane slides the dividing screen up between us.
“Let’s see if we can warm you up some more.” Shane pulls me in tight against him and starts to kiss me. Our tongues tangle as he plunders my mouth, making me squirm, trying to ease the ache he’s causing in my center. I pull back before I get too carried away.
“Riku’s here,” I whisper to him, panting slightly, but he just grins.
“I’m sure he won’t mind.” There’s a wicked light in his eyes, and when I get brave enough to look at Riku, there’s not even a shadow of disgust. In fact, I would say he was totally into watching me make out with my handsome, growly man. “Maybe he could help me out? What do you say?”
I’m no longer cold. My body feels like it’s going to overheat with the anticipation of his response.
Riku silently nods, and Shane’s grin grows even more wicked. “Good. Could you hold Ms. Summers’ hands for me, please?” Shane gestures for Riku to move onto our side of the bench seat. When he does, he pulls my hands over my head and lays me down along the seat, passing my hands to Riku. “Please make sure that Ms. Summers stays restrained until I tell you otherwise,” he instructs, his deep gravelly voice making me shiver with excitement. As he drags his hands back down my body, he hooks his finger into the top of my stretchy body-con dress and drags it down, exposing my tits to his eyes.
“Your breasts are spectacular, Jacinta,” he rumbles as he caresses them, cupping and squeezing. “Don’t you think so, Riku?”
My eyes fly up to my bodyguard above me. His hands tighten on mine as he grunts his agreement, but he doesn’t say anything else. I watch his tongue flick out to wet his lips, but Shane grabs my attention by flicking his own tongue across one nipple.
My eyes drift closed as he nips and sucks at one, then the other. My panties grow even wetter with my desire, and I start to squirm. “Eyes on me,” Shane orders before he nips one of my nipples harder.
My eyes fly open, and he smiles. “Good girl.”
His hands slide past my waist to the hem of my dress, and this time he drags it upward. My dress is now reduced to a scrap of material at my waist, so when he pulls down my panties, I’m naked to their eyes.
“My mouth is fucking watering at the thought of tasting you.” Shane sticks my panties in a pocket as he rolls up the long sleeves on his shirt, exposing his sexy forearms. He has a tattoo on the right one, but before I can make out what it is, he’s sliding his hands under my ass and lifting my pussy up to his mouth. I’m stretched out like a feast for him, and he wastes no time devouring me.
He slides his tongue from my ass to my clit, moaning as he does. “You should taste her, man. She’s delicious.” His beard scratches against my core, which feels incredible combined with what he’s doing with his tongue. He licks and sucks and slurps, paying special attention to my clit. I can’t control the sounds escaping my mouth as he licks me with strong, sure strokes, burying his tongue deep in my center before moving back to flick at my clit.
I start to writhe in his hands, only my head thrashing back and forth since Riku’s still holding my hands, as Shane slowly builds my impending orgasm higher. Riku’s nostrils flare, and I know it’s because the scent of my desire is filling the back of the limo.
“Please.” The word tumbles out, and Shane looks up at me, his beard glistening with my desire.
“Oh, I do love to hear you beg. Did you want something, Jacinta?” he teases, his eyes sparkling as I groan my frustration.
“I need more,” I pant out, and he slides a finger back and forth before slipping it into my aching channel.
“Is this what you want?” he asks, pumping it in and out a little, but it’s not enough. I don’t feel full enough.
“More.” My throat aches as I sob out the word.
He slides another finger in next to it and flutters his tongue across my clit. I feel my core start to tighten once more, my whole body curling in anticipation, but Shane stops, removing his fingers and denying me my release.
“No!” I cry out as he removes his hands from my ass and lowers me back down on the seat. “Please,” I beg, and he chuckles.
“Patience, baby, I’ve got what you need.” I’m jelly as he rolls me off the seat and positions me so I’m on my knees in front of Riku. He still has my hands, and now my face is in his lap as Shane slides his hands down my back, and I hear him unbuckle his pants. He slaps me once on the ass, causing me to squeal, then groan, as he rubs the sting away.
“Good girl,” he murmurs again as I hear a foil wrapper rip. He slides his dick back and forth through the wet mess that is my pussy, lubing himself up before lowering himself over my back. “Hold tight to Riku, love, because I’m about to destroy your pussy.”
The erotic words in my ear have me moaning into Riku’s lap. His steel hard cock is under my face, and I wrap my lips around it through the material. Riku gasps in shock, but that’s the only sound I manage to entice from him.
Just as I’m about to suggest he get it out, Shane slams home, ripping any words from my mouth. He’s thick and long, and it takes a moment or two to adjust to his invasion. I breathe through it as he mutters, “God, you’re so tight. Feel so fucking good, your pussy gripping my cock like it’s made for it.” He slaps me on the ass again, and I’m so close to orgasming.
