“My name . . . is Kate,” she hissed, pushing her hips up to meet my hand.
Trisha had returned with the bottles. She placed them on the low table and came over to me, straddling my lap. “What about me?” She pouted, pushing her tits into my face. I chuckled, leaning forward to taste her creamy skin.
“Looking forward to burying my cock between those, babe. Haven’t had a good titty fuck in a while.” My cock was so hard I doubted I’d be able to walk out of here.
“Is that right?” she drawled, smiling. Her hard nipples pushed against her bra, clearly visible through the lace and thin white T-shirt she wore.
“Let’s go.” I winked, extracting my fingers from Kate’s pussy. Trisha took my hand in hers and sucked my fingers into her mouth, moaning softly as she licked them clean. Sweet Jesus, these chicks were going to rock my cock and I couldn’t wait to get the full treatment.
Trisha wriggled her ass till she was off my lap, then she leaned forward and pulled me up. Kate grabbed a bottle off the table and hooked in to one of my arms before Trisha did the same with the other.
“Take us to the land of fun,” Trisha cooed, smiling as if I were the catch of the day.
Kate flagged down a taxi by lifting her skirt so high, I was sure the driver could see everything. We crawled in, with me sandwiched between the girls.
The driver could barely keep his eyes on the fucking road. Squinting, I read his name on the dashboard. “Kumar, keep your eyes on the road, my friend.” He muttered something and adjusted the rearview mirror so that I couldn’t see his face any longer.
“Kate, get on my cock, babe.” Without hesitation, she slid on top of my lap and unfastened my belt and zipper, her dress riding up her thighs. I gripped her wrists and stopped her going further.
“Hold it. Trisha . . . your turn . . . free me,” I ordered. She took over, leaning in to suck and lick while fisting my cock in her palms.
“Get the condom, Kate. Top pocket,” I hissed as I released my grip on her. She found it and handed it to Trisha who rolled it on expertly, then guided my cock into Kate’s wet pussy.
This was my idea of the perfect night—getting action on the back seat with two beautiful women—before tying them down and making them submit to me, then screwing them senseless till dawn. My inner dom reveled.
Life couldn’t get any better, could it?
“Sir, where to go?” Kumar asked, alarm in his voice. But I was on the verge of coming; I simply didn’t care where the hell we were going.
“Just drive,” I groaned. “Just drive . . .” I mumbled some incoherent shit, my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Sheesh,” he exclaimed as Kate bounced on my lap, shaking the car. Trisha had pushed her bra down and caressed her own breasts while watching us with glee. An orgasm ripped through me and I grunted as I pumped into my newest lady friend.
Leaning back, I closed my eyes, only to be assaulted with the vision of a pair of steel-grey eyes looking at me with disgust. Fuck, what was that? My eyes flew open and I shook my head. How the fuck did Eva Ryder get inside my head at a moment like this?
Running my fingers through my hair, I sighed. The plan had just changed. “Kumar, pull over,” I instructed. “Ladies, where can he drop you off?”
“Baby, what do you mean? The party hasn’t even begun,” Trisha wailed. “I haven’t had my turn on your cock.”
I slapped Kate’s naked ass. “Get off me. Now.” I shoved her aside and pulled the condom off, tied it into a knot and placed it in the overfull plastic bag my Indian friend had hung in the back to collect rubbish.
“What bit you, tiger? You can’t be serious about stopping this now?”
“I am. Party’s over. Stop the taxi.”
The driver pulled over to the curb. I put my cock back into my pants and zipped up, then shifted passed the girls and opened the door. I shoved a Franklin into the man’s hands.
“Chuck out the rubbish when you drop the girls, Kumar.” He nodded.
“Later,” I said as I got out into the cool night air to wait for the next taxi to take me home. I didn’t need visions of Eva in my head while I was fucking other girls. It was going to be a long night indeed.
Chapter Twenty-One — Eva
I hadn’t had a decent night’s sleep since I’d packed Nolan’s bags and told him to get the fuck out. We’d picked out every single item in the apartment together, so everything reminded me of him, and sometimes I missed him so much that my heart clenched in my chest.
But when I remembered why I’d thrown him and his engagement ring out, my blood seethed as rage gripped me, dissolving any feelings of sadness and replacing them with stone-cold resentment.