He must read something on my face because he reaches behind me and jabs at a button on the steering wheel a half second before I come. Very, very loudly.
I get a sharp spank on the side of my ass, and that combined with the cut of the seatbelt into my wrists only adds hot, tingling fire to the warmth of the orgasm spreading through my core.
“Fuck,” I sob. “Yes, it’s so good. I’m so sorry, I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”
“It’s okay, Annie,” his soothing words a sharp contrast to the way he now manhandles me back and forth, ogling my bouncing tits. “It’s okay. This dick is just too nice. You tried your best, honey,” he murmurs.
“I did,” I breathe, relishing in the wet sounds filling the space of the car, the overwhelming feeling of full and stretched andused, “I tried.”
“Lean back,” he orders suddenly. “Use the seatbelt as leverage and grind it. Roll that tight little body—yes,” he hisses, when I do. “Make it all better for me, Annie. Good girl—just like that.”
He watches where I move on him, where he’s filling me, for the span of several minutes, all before shoving his thumb in my mouth and getting it wet. He brings it down to my clit and starts rubbing circles in tandem with my movements.
“Yeah, girl. Give it to me. Make me come. Fuck me up, Annie,” he groans into my ear, angling his hips justrightand using my body with both his big hands clenched tight on my ass. “Chase it—yes—fuck yes, I feel it. You’re gonna make me come,fu?—”
I lose all bodily control on the second one, leaning down and latching onto his shoulder with my teeth, just for something to hold on to, legs twitching like mad, mindless writhing, cold then hot, while he shouts with his own release, pulsing endlessly inside me.
Nico wraps me in his arms while I pant against his neck and consider incorporating some cardiovascular exercise into my weekly routine. I feel a hand leave my back, and then:
“Hey. Sorry, man,” Nico says. “Must have gotten disconnected. Service is spotty here.”
I sink my teeth into his neck. He shakes with silent laughter.
“No worries. Anyway, you were saying? How’s the week with the crazy twin?”
“I was actually saying it’s been really good,” Nico replies, voice calm but firm. He turns to me, his hand cupping my chin with surprising gentleness, and tilts my face to his. “Amazing, actually,” he says, eyes locked on mine. “She’s fucking incredible.”
“Wait a second,” Tom says. “Have you guys fucked this week?”
I freeze.
And furiously shake my head.
“We—” Nico begins.
“If you did, I don’t hold it against you, bro. And I wouldn’t be surprised you fucked her. It’s hot as hell to stick your dick in crazy once in a while,” Tom drawls.
Nico’s still inside me. Currently twitching inside ‘crazy.’
The shame hits me like a cold slap of reality, of real life. I move to climb off, humiliated, nauseated, furious at myself. Because I’d forgotten, in this car, on this trip. Of course. I’m the experiment. The story. The one you brag about, not the “for the rest of our lives” one.
But Nico tightens his grip, doesn’t let me go. His voice, when it comes, is low and sharp.
“Careful, Tom.”
The words hit like a warning shot.
“We’re all fuckin’ crazy, man. Every last one of us. And turns out, Annie ismybrand of crazy. She’s the fuckin’ brilliant kind of crazy. And what you just said? That is not a joke. That is not funny. That’s you showing your whole ass.”
Tom starts to retort, but Nico cuts him off, eyes never leaving mine.
“You meant something else. So I’m gonna say this once—don’t ever talk about her like that again.”
He says it to me.
He says it for me.
And he smashes the button on the steering wheel.
