Lindsey’s Wolves(83)

She swallowed and squeezed her legs together.

Alejandro pulled the car to a stop between rows and rows of grape vines.

Lindsey flinched at the sound of a high-pitched grinding noise just before the top of the car began to lift up into the air. She’d not even realized it was a convertible when they’d first gotten in. How did I miss that?

Both men intently gazed into her eyes from their position twisted around in the front seat until the motor stopped. A warm breeze blew her hair in the open air. She gripped the leather alongside both thighs.

“She’s so hot when we catch her off-guard,” Ryan muttered.

“Her arousal zooms from zero to ninety in seconds. Are you wet for us, mi amor?”

Lindsey didn’t say anything. Were they really going to fuck right here in the car along the side of the road? What if someone saw them?

Alejandro climbed over the seat first and plopped onto her left side. “Is that what you want, baby? To be fucked?” He took her face in both hands and kissed her until her head spun. When he leaned back, he asked another question. “Or do you want to make long, slow, delicious love in the open air between the aroma of sweet grapes?”

She sucked in a breath. At some point Ryan had joined them on her right side. His heat soaked into her back through the thin summer blouse she wore.

In silent agreement, and somehow without her knowledge, Alex and Ryan lifted her into the air and set her on the back of the seat. She didn’t even have time to register their intention before four hands had unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and slid them off her body, taking her panties with them.

She’d been forced to lean back, her hands on the trunk behind her to avoid falling.

“Take your blouse off, hon.” Ryan’s voice was cracking it was so low. His wavy brown hair wafted over his forehead and his eyes dilated to pinpricks as he commanded her. “And your bra.”

Lindsey leaned forward, braced by the hold both men had on her legs, and did as she’d been told as though unable to control her own actions. Hell, she didn’t even care. Her hands shook, making it difficult to push the buttons through the holes, but she didn’t want to rip the material. She was tired of replacing clothing lately, and this blouse was the one she intended to wear to meet Alex’s parents.

Painstaking minutes later, the silky floral shirt was lying on the trunk with her bra joining it.

She was naked. The men were not.

“So fucking sexy.” Ryan pressed against her stomach. “Lean back, tip your head back. I want to remember you like this. Like a photo in my mind. Your hair blowing in the wind. Your hot little body on top of the car, open to us, demanding we take you.”

Heavens, every time one of them painted a scenario, it came true while they spoke.

She moaned, her eyes closed against the bright light of the open sky. Sensation ruled her as she let them love her. All her concentration zoomed to multiple hands spreading her thighs as wide as they could and holding her open to the breeze. She was essentially as trapped as she would be if they’d tied her hands behind her. If she moved either palm, she’d fall over backward.

Without looking down, all she could do was feel. Fingers everywhere. Her sex was held open, air wafting over the wetness before a tongue dove inside to taste her. The second it landed on her clit, she came.

“So sexy. Do it again, baby. Let it go. We love to watch you orgasm. You look so free when you release for us. Wild, natural, raw.” The words were Alex’s, which meant Ryan’s tongue was the one delving into her pussy, sucking on her clit, driving her toward another climax.

She no longer doubted she could come again. They’d dragged so many multiple orgasms out of her for so many days in a row now, she’d begun to expect it. That sensitivity in her clit that she felt right after the first orgasm always dissipated within moments as another set of need built upon the first.

Goose bumps rose across her chest when Alejandro sucked a nipple into his mouth while pinching the other and rolling the little nub between two fingers. She arched her back into him.

She’d long since lost her modesty when it came to her naked body. Whatever doubts she’d had about her attractiveness before meeting these hunks gradually disappeared under their genuine belief that she was the most beautiful creature in the world. Who was she to doubt their ingenuousness?

Pressure built until her body trembled under their skilled hands. Alejandro stood over her, alternately sucking and squeezing her breasts. Ryan wiggled two fingers into her without losing suction on her clit. She stiffened. “So close…”

She was right on the edge. A place they kept her frequently. And she loved it. All her attention was riveted to her center.