I tugged my fingers out and dragged him forward, his chest pressed tightly against mine. After reaching around him, I lined up my dick and guided him down onto it. I spread his asshole apart with my width, and he threw his head back, whimpering until I was balls deep and he was sitting fully on me. His hair brushed against the roof, but he didn’t seem to care as he reached up to press his hand near his head.
He was beautiful like this, face drawn with pleasure and relief, as though having my cock inside him had saved his life. The tightness of his hole consumed me, drew me until I was sure I’d died and gone to heaven. Out of all the people I’d been with, I’d never quite felt the velvety heat he gave me.
I grabbed his hips and sank lower in the seat, making more room for him to bounce. “Move. Ride my cock, sweetheart.”
He settled against me and slowly raised himself so my cock slipped out until only the head stayed inside him before dropping himself back onto it. The movement was awkward and he bumped his head on the roof again. Grunting, he glared above himself.
“Come here.” I grasped him around the waist and dragged him against my chest. Placing my feet flat on the floor of the SUV, I got into the perfect position to piston myself into him and slid deep into his ass.
He inhaled sharply and seized my shoulders, burying his face against my neck. His lips trembled where they touched my skin, a soft tease. Fuck, it felt good.
I drilled into him, and with every thrust inside, he jolted against me, his cock caught between our bodies.
He whimpered. “So good. You’re so wide.”
I smirked, pride swelling in my chest. Glancing at Fallon, I raised my brows at him when I saw he had his dick out, fist wrapped around it and jerking along with my thrusts. He stared intently at where my cock was shoved inside Vail’s tight hole and licked his lips.
Holding back a snort, I continued the long strokes of my thrusts, penetrating Vail with quick, deep movements. He made the prettiest sounds I’d ever heard. His neediness for cock and fucking was addicting. Even though I was fucking him now in front of the other guys, I wanted to get him alone one day, show him what I could do to him without an audience. I thrived on someone watching, but I had other plans for him, too, without the other guys’ eyes on us.
Cillian kept checking in the mirror, his gaze dark and lustful. Rowen seemed to be the only one not interested, staring out the front window at the road.
A car raced past us and I didn’t miss the wide-eyed look the driver gave us when he sped by. He sent us a second glance as though he couldn’t quite believe what he’d seen the first time. If I hadn’t been so focused on Vail, I might have given him a one-finger salute.
Vail groaned. “Am I tight? Do you fucking love my hole?”
I wasn’t much of a talker when it came to sex. Hell, most of my life after my dad’s death was spent barely talking, but if Vail wanted to hear me, I’d give him that.
“So fucking tight, little doc. You’re strangling my cock like my good slut,” I whispered in his ear, licking my tongue over the shell. “Look at you, juicing my cock for its milk. I’m going to fill you until you’re leaking.”
He let out a breath, shifting with my strokes inside his ass. He met me halfway, slamming his hole onto my hard length. “Please. Fuck. I need to get off. Touch me.”
I slid a hand between us, grabbing a tight hold on his dick. I stroked him in time with my thrusts and his shaft jerked in my palm. His moaning told me he was close. My balls thrummed, pulling tighter to my body, so I wasn’t that far away from erupting, either. “Come for me. Show me how much you like me fucking you.”
He buried his face deeper against my neck and whimpered, stilling as spunk spurted from his slit and splattered across me like I was the canvas and he was the paint. Load after load striped my nice white dress shirt until he was a quivering mess, murmuring apologies.
I drilled my cock into him a few more times before I busted a nut, filling him deep with my cum until I had nothing left in my balls. I groaned in exhaustion, falling back against the seat.
He whispered something I couldn’t hear, and I leaned him back to check on him, but his eyes were closed. He’d fallen asleep.
I couldn’t help myself—I laughed.
“Is he sleeping?” Fallon asked.
A glance in his direction let me catch him wiping the spunk off his fingers onto his jeans. I’d been so focused on Vail, I hadn’t even heard him coming.
“Yeah.” I shook my head. “I’ve never met anyone like him. Here, reach in the back and open my suitcase. Get me another shirt while I wipe him down.”
Fallon sighed but did what I’d told him.
By the time we got to the hotel, Vail was blinking blearily at me, rubbing away tiredness from his eyes. After he’d fallen asleep, I’d cleaned and redressed him, placing him back between me and Fallon. The rest of the trip had been mostly in silence. Cillian talked about his stupid soccer team a few times and asked Fallon about the fight, but otherwise we’d driven with quiet.
New Gothenburg wasn’t anywhere near as big as New York City, but it wasn’t small, either. I’d been here a few times before and liked it. With more than two motorcycle clubs and underground fighting, it was gritty enough for me to enjoy being here.
The sun was setting as we neared the hotel we were staying in for the night. The Courtesan doubled as a brothel, which might have interested me a few weeks ago, but not so much anymore. We had Vail, and he was sexy enough to distract me away from anyone else, even a professional.
The building was situated on a massive lawn beside Lake Ontario and had a nice antique exterior that was fascinating. It was three sprawling stories of gray bricks, curved balconies, pillars, and glowing tall windows with carved molding. Architecture like this didn’t exist much in New York City, and while the Hamptons were nice, they were mostly missing these types of heavy old-world buildings. The Courtesan screamed high price tag, and it was true. Only the rich could afford to stay in this place, even without the extra company.
The overly muscled guys outside the gold-and-glass front doors wore black sport coats and looked more like security than anything else, but when we parked in front of the hotel they opened the back doors for us. We’d come at a busy time and they’d done the same for the car ahead of ours as well. I nodded in thanks to one man, with a shiny bald head and sharp brown eyes, and held out my hand to Vail. He slipped his fingers into mine and slid out of the SUV, taking in his surroundings. Even though the door was only a short walk away, Rowen insisted on handing Vail his winter coat and I sighed, but Vail smiled at him in thanks as we headed toward the front doors. Cillian passed his keys over to a valet, while Rowen and Fallon came in behind me and Vail as we entered the Courtesan.
