Without a word, he adjusts himself through his pants, rubbing his obvious erection.
I clear my throat and smirk at Dom. “Thinking about her waiting for us?”
Dom’s eyes meet mine in the dim car interior, his hand still rubbing the outline of his cock through his pants. “We’ve got twenty minutes till we reach the penthouse.”
“That’s enough time,” I say, already sliding my zipper down. The need to take the edge off before we reach Cora is overwhelming.
Liam raises an eyebrow but follows suit, unbuttoning his slacks with practiced ease. “This is a first, even for us.”
“What? Never jerked off with your buddies before a home invasion in the back of a car?” I laugh, wrapping my hand around my already aching cock.
Dom hesitates only a moment before freeing himself.
We fall into rhythm, breathing growing heavier in the confined space. Dom’s eyes are hooded, watching Liam and me with that intense stare that makes me want to drop to my knees.
“Her fantasy is something else,” I groan, twisting my wrist on the upstroke. “Breaking in, taking her by force...”
“While knowing she wants it,” Liam adds. “The masks, the Hunt all over again, but on her terms.”
Dom’s breathing quickens, his control slipping. “It’s fucking hot,” he admits roughly. “Coming for her in the dark, her not knowing when we’ll strike.”
“Making her fight us,” I say, my hand moving faster. “Then watching her surrender.”
“Consensual non-consent,” Liam murmurs. “The perfect playground for all of us.”
We’re all stroking faster now, the car filled with the sounds of skin on skin, muttered curses, and heavy breathing.
“Can’t believe how much I want this,” Dom groans, surprising me with his openness. “Want her. Want all of you.”
His confession pushes me closer to the edge. “Fuck, Dom.”
“Fuck, Ryder.” The raw need in his voice sends a shiver through me. An idea flashes through my mind—impulsive, like always.
“Why are we doing this separately?” I breathe out, my hand slowing on my cock. “Let me touch you both.”
Dom’s eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t hesitate for long. “Do it.”
I shift in the middle seat, turning so I can reach both. My right hand wraps around Dom’s thick cock while my left finds Liam’s. The simple act of touching them both simultaneously makes my breath catch.
“Jesus,” I murmur, feeling the contrast—Dom’s cock is thicker, Liam’s slightly longer. Both hot and hard in my palms.
Liam’s head falls back against the seat, a soft groan escaping his lips. “Fuck, your hand feels good, Ryder.”
“Should Daddy touch your cock, Ryder?” Dom asks, reaching over, his large hand wrapping around my neglected cock. “Like this?” he asks, his voice rough with desire.
“Yes,” I hiss as his grip tightens perfectly. “Exactly like that.”
We find a rhythm quickly, my hands stroking both of their cocks while Dom strokes me with confident, firm pulls. The intimacy of it—touching them both while being touched—is overwhelming in the best way.
“Didn’t think we’d be warming up before we even got to her,” Liam manages through gritted teeth, his hips pushing up into my grip.
Dom’s eyes are locked on my hands, moving over them both. “Think of it as... preparation,” he says, his thumb swiping over my tip, spreading the precum gathering there.
I increase my pace, feeling Dom mirror my movements. “We’re gonna fucking ruin her tonight,” I say, my voice breaking as Dom’s hand squeezes just right. “In the best possible way.”
The air in the car grows thick with our combined breathing, the rhythm of our hands quickening as we push each other toward the edge. Dom’s grip on my cock tightens in that perfect way—firm but not painful—while I work both him and Liam with determined strokes.
“Fuck, I’m close,” Liam groans, his hips lifting off the seat. His eyes lock with mine, then flicker to Dom, connecting us in this moment.
