It had been a long day, and the ride home progressed quietly until Beck, who was in the driver’s seat, made a suggestion. “Lucy, you look uncomfortable in that miniskirt. Now that we’re away from the city lights and closer to home, why don’t you slip out of it and get cozy with Patrick.”
Lucy looked at Patrick and said, “I might get body paint all over your seats.”
“Not if you ride in my lap, little tiger. You can get it all over me instead. Besides, tonight’s not the night for playing it safe. You’ve already cast the die.”
Beck’s cock swelled so fast it hurt. He got ramrod hard, watching her tug at the laces on the skirt, exposing her curvaceous ass and lush thighs as she wiggled and squirmed to get it off. Her sweet, erotic scent filled the cab of the truck and both he and Patrick murmured in approval.
Watching the road was his top priority but she was damned distracting as the moan escaped her when Patrick ran his hand up her thigh and slid his fingertips under the transparent fabric of her black G-string.
Beck could hear how slick she was and he groaned at the same time Patrick did. “Hot and soaked. You’re really ready for some fun, aren’t you, little tiger?”
“I am,” she replied, as she eagerly slid the G-string off and put it with the skirt on the dashboard.
Patrick stroked her breast and she let out a soft, needy sound. Patrick said, “Luce, did going topless and getting painted tonight turn you on?” Lucy must’ve hesitated because Patrick added, “It’s okay if you were. I really want to know.”
As he spoke, Patrick had lifted her right thigh and placed her heel on the doorframe beside him, then lifted the other thigh and placed her other heel on the dashboard, spreading her open wide for easy access, he supposed, in case Beck wanted to play with her, too.
“At first, I was too upset. But once I got used to the sensations, yes, I got really turned on. I didn’t want any of those men touching me but it got me hot to know they were watching. It may have made me even hotter to know that they weren’t allowed to touch, to know that I was safe.” Patrick reached to touch her and she moaned in anticipation.
Beck worried about running off the road but the succulent scent of her was irresistible, and so were her moans as Patrick began stroking her bare pussy with his fingertips.
The decadent, wet sounds set Beck on edge but he disciplined himself to keep the truck moving toward home while Patrick pleasured their woman. At one point, she grasped Beck’s thigh and whispered, “Harder, Patrick. Harder! Oh yes!” Her moans were music to Beck’s ears, a healing sound, as she held on to both of them and climaxed for Patrick.
A moment later, Lucy turned and straddled Patrick’s lap. She let out a cry of pleasure and Beck realized Patrick must’ve already had his dick out. He glanced over and a heat wave hit him as he watched her slide down on his friend’s cock. His dick stung as a droplet of pre-cum cleared the head and he wanted to be inside her so bad he wondered if they’d make it home after all. They still had about ten miles to go.
Lucy moaned as she rose and then sat down hard on Patrick’s cock, making him growl with pleasure, and then she paused.
“I want something special tonight.”
“Anything, Luce,” Patrick murmured as he rotated his hips and shifted in the seat.
“When we get home, I want you both. I want a real ménage.”
The truck got quiet. They’d been told to let her set the pace by their friends. Let her decide when the time was right for double penetration. His dick jerked with excitement.
Patrick kissed her and turned to look at Beck. Beck nodded at him.
“Little tiger, looks like you’re about to get your wish.”
Lucy rode Patrick to howling fulfillment and Beck made record time getting them home. Listening to the concert of their lovemaking, breathing in the delicious scent of her arousal and hearing the rising pitch of her moans was sweet torture but he felt it was the least he could do, letting them have that moment while he continued driving them home. He couldn’t wait to get her between them.
Chapter Nineteen
Patrick couldn’t touch her enough. Couldn’t soak up enough of the heat from her soft skin into his palms. She filled his senses with her scent and her taste.
Getting her in his house was challenging with her nude but they’d managed. PJ was staying at Grace Warner’s house, along with little Levi Wolf, and Justine and Beau Connors, so they had the place to themselves.
They stood under the hot spray in the shower, washing the body paint off, and enjoying touching her, lathering her skin and teasing her.
Patrick washed her hair for her and enjoyed the sound of her soft, happy sigh as he gently massaged her scalp. Lucy looked up at him and he could see the emotions swirling together in her eyes. The satisfaction from her earlier orgasm. The need for more. The desire to try something new. She rubbed her ass against his hip as she turned, her skin slippery and hot.