Never in my life had I had sex in the back seat of a car—with or without a driver mere inches away. Michael would surely know and, though he would take the long way or even turn on music to disguise our noises, I wasn’t sure I wanted him to know. It seemed rude to expect my employee to overlook such things.
But then Wiley bit his bottom lip and grinned, his eyes wickedly teasing and his fingers squeezing my inner thigh.
I’d be a respectful employer tomorrow.
I grabbed Wiley and hauled him onto my lap, bringing his abused lips down to mine. I felt starved for him, physically and emotionally bereft. We’d been together the entire time, but being unable to touch him when we’d been in the cages of the ship had been torture. I needed to feel his skin, taste his lips, watch him come.
He whimpered as he unzipped my coverall and got his hands on my naked chest. I opened his suit and immediately filled my hands with his squeezable ass. Wiley groaned and struggled to free himself from the upper half of his suit until it fell away, baring him from neck to nuts. He helped me do the same, and then he moved in close to rub our cocks together where they were trapped between our abs.
For a while, I just watched him undulate his lean body against me, biting his lip again and taking his pleasure. I held onto his ass again, encouraging his movements, listening to him moan.
And then he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “Come on, baby. Bite me. It feels so good when you do.”
I was powerless to resist such an offer.
Holding the back of his head, I sank my fangs into his neck and drank of his sweetly aroused blood. His cock grew stifferbetween us, and he moaned every exhale, his hips grinding harder on me. Could he come like this? A shiver went through me when he held the back of my head like he never meant to let me stop.
But I did stop because this wouldn’t be the only time I’d have him today.
He whimpered again, such a delicious sound, as I licked the little wounds to seal them. I had only moments to admire how he looked with my mark on him before he healed himself and it was gone. But the look of desire on his face said he still felt where it had been.
I turned us, stretching him along the seat and pressing down on top of him. Holding his hands over his head against the door, I ground down on his cock and balls, rolling my hips to the sound of crinkling suits and…jazz? Apparently, Michael had turned on music after all.
“Mmm,” Wiley whined. “Hammy, please.”
That name. Ah, well.
“Yes, love?”
He had one foot on the seat and the other on the floor, trying to leverage himself faster and harder against me. “I need to come.”
For a moment, I thought about shifting so that my naturally lubed bat’s cock could take him. But there was no room for me in that form, especially not with my wings. I’d crush him.
“As soon as we’re home,” I said as I humped him faster, “I’ll bend you over the nearest piece of furniture and fuck you in my bat form. You’ll see my claws dig into the wood, ruining it for want of you, and my thrusts will lift you off your feet. I’ll keep you naked for days, always wondering when I’ll pounce next.”
He thrust up hard and came with a cry, heat and slick blooming between us. My plans hadn’t only affected himbecause, with the scent of his cum in my nose, I came, too, and vowed to follow through exactly as I’d said.
“Y-you better,” Wiley said through his panting.
I only smiled and moved back to admire the mess I’d made of him.
He grinned knowingly and swirled a finger in the cum on his stomach. When he licked his finger clean, I felt desire flare in me again, and smiled when he chuckled at me.
Suddenly, the music turned off up front, and I heard the distinct sound of a garage door opening. While it was entirely possible Michael might simply leave us here to see to ourselves, I still scrambled back into my coveralls as Wiley did the same.
“Ew,” he said with emphasis and tried to pluck the suit away from his groin. “Cum and plastic clothes do not mix.”
“Perhaps a quick clean up before?—”
“No!” He glared at me. “I was promised a fast fuck over the first piece of furniture I see, and I’m getting it. If we shower after that, fine, but you might have to fuck me again.”
“Yes, dear.” I was deliriously happy that he was as insatiable as I was.
To save Michael from guessing, I opened my door and stepped out to find him standing there grinning and blushing. Of course, then I blushed and turned to find Wiley doing the same. We were quite the trio.
“Welcome home, gentlemen. I trust you won’t be needing me for the rest of the day?”
“The week. Month. We’ll see,” Wiley said as he looked around at the rest of my cars.
