“If I were back there, Trix, you wouldn’t ask me twice.”
“Switch spots with Rory then,” she suggested, shaking Brock’s leg.
“Like hell,” he grumbled, bringing her body over his.
Facing outward, Trixie’s legs draped over Brock’s and he slowly lowered her over him. “Look at Rory while I fuck you.”
Rory shook his head. “Damn, you know how to make for a rough ride home.”
“I’ll say.” Trixie moaned as he entered her from behind.
He pushed down on her body, using her torso to guide her over his cock. Manipulating her moves, he lifted her and set her down, lifted her once more and then brought her down over him again.
“Good God, that’s hot,” she said, placing her flattened palm on the window.
“That’s right, baby,” Brock crooned. “Practice those exercises. Squeeze my cock, sub.”
Brock toyed with her sore nipples, thrusting inside her with uneven strokes. His fingers wandered downward and she braced for the best of promises, wildest of deliveries.
Soft caresses brushed against her clit. “Watch Rory.”
Her eyes met Rory’s again. He glanced at the highway and Trixie in an even division of time. The heavy look of lust spilled from his beautiful eyes.
Trixie mashed her palm harder against the glass as her pussy wept. Her channel pulsed around Brock’s heavy cock. “More, Brock. More, Sir!”
And then it happened.
A trucker pulled up alongside them, making it obvious that he could see them by staying right alongside them. He rolled down his window and relaxed his elbow on the half-dropped glass. He, too, divided his attention between the road and the sideshow.
“What do you guys wanna do?” Rory asked, checking his rearview mirror.
“Give him something to fantasize about,” Trixie said, realizing she’d soon become quite the exhibitionist at Mitch’s new retreat. “Why not?”
Brock nipped at her neck. “Do you need to get off, vixen?”
“Yes.”
“Convince me, sub. Do you need to come?”
“Yes, Sir!” she exclaimed, throwing her hands above her head and flattening them on the roof of the vehicle.
“Me, too, baby,” he said, grinding against her.
Thumping inside her walls, he went as deep as his cock would slide, tapping her ultrasensitive spot and sending her into one shattering climax.
Flaunting her skills and her body, Trixie swung from one side to the next. Her hair swayed behind her as she rode Brock’s cock and screamed out in pleasure.
“Damn, baby.” He hammered his cock between her folds. “That’s right, vixen. Squeeze. Oh God, yeah. Come with me, baby.”
Seconds later, they undulated together, riding toward another realm of ecstasy. Brock pushed her forward. She draped her arms over the seat in front of her. He raised her hips to his groin, and drove into her like a man without one smidgen of control.
The trucker blew his horn, stuck his arm out the window, and gave them a thumbs-up. Then he rolled on down the highway.
Chapter Forty-Six
“Wonderful,” Rory drawled, throwing the gearshift into park position several hours later. “I knew I should’ve made you switch with me.”
“Oh shit,” Trixie grumbled, glaring down the driveway and scurrying around to find her clothes.
The entire Cartwell clan must’ve gathered at their place for a special homecoming, and from the top of the drive, Trixie could easily see two little cotton tops bouncing from one side of the porch to the other.
“Hurry, Brock,” she said, shaking him from a heavy sleep. “Everyone is here.”
Rory swung his arm over the seat. “There are some baby wipes under the seat if you need them.”
“Thanks,” she grumbled, grabbing the container and pulling free several sheets of cleansing towels.
“Want me to do that for you?” Brock asked.
“No,” she replied.
He took one from her hand, and with a masculine growl resounding, he pushed her hand aside and took to the task of slowly rubbing the toilette around her pussy. After he’d cruelly aroused her, he wiped down her legs and discarded the wipes.
“Nice,” Rory said, shifting in his seat.
Trixie dressed. “That’s not fair.”
Brock laughed. “Life is so very fair, sugar.”
“If you two sex machines can pull it together, I’d like to get this over with so we can spend some time with the kids and then tuck them in and play a little while.”
“I’m spent,” Trixie teased. “This gal needs her rest.”
“Uh huh,” Rory said, putting the vehicle in motion again. “I’ll remind you of those very words when I’m sprawled out between your legs later.”