“Stay,” Grason orders right behind me, breathing hard.
The ringing authority in Grason’s voice makes my cock throb, my pulse spike, and every nerve alight.
I stay where he wants me, barely able to breathe, feeling his presence looming behind me. His body radiates so much heat.
Every movement, every controlled motion he makes, sends a surge through me, both maddening and exhilarating.
My hands curl into the edges of the seat, gripping as if to steady myself, but the tension in my muscles is a delicious kind of ache. I can sense the way he watches me, measuring, claiming, testing me, and it twists my frustration into something urgent, something electric.
“Good boy,” he growls softly, the words low butrough, vibrating along my spine. I can feel his breath on my neck, warm and heavy, and it makes my resolve shiver.
For a long moment, we exist like that—two alphas locked in a silent battle of will and desire, the weight of authority and need tangling us tighter than anything else ever could. Every instinct I have screams to push back, to dominate, and every part of me wants to melt under him, to let the thrill take over completely.
He licks a long, wet stripe over my hole, a filthy, teasing swipe that makes me jerk. Then he does it again, slower this time, before pressing the flat of his tongue against my tight rim and circling it.
The wet heat is obscene, a slick pressure that has my own cock throbbing in response.
My gaze stays locked on Tansy, her face slack in unconsciousness.
Fuck, what will her pussy feel like?
Wet and tight, clamping around me as I sink into her for the first time?
Will she be soft?
Hot?
Grason’s tongue is replaced by a thick finger, circling the rim before pushing inside. The burn is sharp, a good stretch that has me hissing. He works it in and out before adding a second finger and scissoring me open. The stretch is more intense now, a fullness that borders on pain but feels so fucking right.
I imagine Tansy’s slick heat, how easily she’ll take Cass, then Grason, and me. How she’ll cry out when I finally fill her.
A third finger joins the first two, and I have to bite my lip to keep from groaning.
Grason curls them, stroking my insides, findingthat spot that makes my vision blur. He’s prepping me, getting me ready for his big cock, but all I can see is her.
Wild, dark red hair. Pretty pouty lips. Sweet, soft curves.
Grason slowly withdraws his fingers, and the sudden emptiness is a cold shock. Then I feel the thick, blunt head of his cock press against my hole. He doesn’t thrust, he pushes, a slow, inexorable pressure that splits me open.
My body resists for a second before yielding, and he sinks into me, inch by thick, agonizing inch. My eyes are still on Tansy’s pretty mouth when Grason bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass. He’s so deep it feels like he’s in my throat, but all I can picture is Tansy, her legs spread, her pussy glistening, and her throat bared.
Grason pulls back, the drag of his cock a sweet torment, then slams home again. A guttural groan tears from my throat as he fists my hair, pulling hard.
The rhythm is a brutal, punishing pace that steals the air from my lungs. He’s not holding back. Each thrust is a deep, possessive stroke that rocks the car, and every time he slams into me, my own cock is dragged against the rough fabric of the seat beneath me. The friction is raw, a painful pleasure that lights up my nerves, driving me fucking wild.
"That's it, take my fucking cock," he grunts, his voice a ragged, possessive thing against my ear. "I'm gonna fill this tight ass so full, you'll be leaking me all night. Maybe you'll still be dripping when we finally get to fuck her pretty little pussy."
We both know we won’t be fucking her, but his dirty words still light me up.
I stare at Tansy, imagining her beneath me right now, taking this same punishing rhythm. I hear her cries mixing with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.The thought is so vivid, so real, that my cock throbs, a heavy, aching weight begging for release.
Lost in the haze of pleasure and fantasy, my hand moves on its own. It slides across the rough fabric of the seat, reaching forward, stretching across the small space. My fingers brush against Tansy’s. Her skin is soft and cool. So different from the burning heat of Grason’s body against mine.
She makes a tiny, breathy sound in her sleep, a gentle sigh of contentment. It’s so soft and feminine, pushing me right over the edge.
My entire body locks up.
A strangled cry rips from my chest as my orgasm tears through me, violent and absolute.
