That shuts them both up.
Bastian unlocks the car. The ancient Land Rover is in good condition, but not remarkable in any other way. Probably why Bastian drove it over here instead of his sleek black Tesla.
After all, we’re trying to bediscreet.
…says the girl who just got fingered in the parking lot.
I spin to Bastian, darting onto my toes to press my lips to his as he rips open the back driver-side door. He kisses me back roughly while Kai makes a sound that might have been a growl somewhere behind me.
“Shotgun,” Kai says.
Bastian breaks off our kiss, pointing. “Back seat. Both of you.”
It’s not a suggestion.
“But I called—” Kai begins.
I grab Kai’s hand, causing him to glance at me. His eyes are dark, pupils blown, and I can see the outline of his cock straining against his slacks.
When I tug on his hand, he follows me into the back seat without another word.
Bastian must have had the car reupholstered, because no way the original seats were made of such soft, supple leather.
As soon as I’m inside, Kai pulls me onto his lap and forces me into a straddle. My dress rides up around my hips as I grind into the ridge of his hard cock pushing up through his slacks.
Bastian gets into the driver’s seat, but he doesn’t start the engine. Probably because the metallic clatter of me trying to rip Kai’s belt off is almost louder than his frustrated groans.
“Christ,” Bastian mutters. “Can’t you two wait until we get back to town?”
“Fuck that,” Kai says, in time with my frantic, “Not a chance.”
My back is to Bastian, but with the car’s interior light still shining, I’m sure he has a clear view of my ass when Kai drags my dress up my back so he can dig his fingers into my cheeks.
I gasp at the flicker of pain mingling with pleasure, then I’m fumbling inside Kai’s slacks for his cock. I hear Bastian’s car door slam, see his shadow pass by the window, and my stomach flips over at the thought that we’ve pissed him off somehow.
“Shit, Kai, we should?—”
Kai’s mouth finds mine, stifling my protest.
The car door opens again, cool air gusting over my exposed thighs and ass before it slams closed again hard enough to rock the Land Rover.
The interior light goes out.
I feel Kai dip as a weight settles beside us on the seat. I try to look, but Kai grabs my throat with one hand, keeping me turnedto him so he can kiss me. The other hand massages my ass hard enough to make me gasp against his mouth.
I’ve only just wrangled Kai’s cock out of his slacks when another hand closes over mine.
“Not yet,” Bastian rumbles beside us. “Let the need linger before you extinguish it.”
It sounds like bullshit of the highest order, but I pull my hand off Kai’s cock like the good girl I am, because holy fuck, when Bastian speaks to me in that tone of voice, I can’t help but obey.
And thank God I do, because when Bastian leans over and spits on Kai’s cock, Kai’s groan causes a painful throb deep inside me that makes me whimper. But that sound has nothing on the agonized growl Kai lets out when Bastian curls his hand around Kai’s cock and starts working his spit into Kai’s shaft.
Bastian’s other hand slips between my legs, teasing my pussy and clit with soft strokes. I hook my arms behind the front headrests, hovering just enough to give our professor better access.
But it seems to aggravate Bastian that he can’t see between my legs with my dress in the way, because he stops touching me only long enough to bundle the skirt of my dress and force the fabric between my teeth.
“Bite,” he commands.
