Page 62 of Eight Seconds to Fly

I shot the two fingers of whiskey and nodded. “What about Dylan?” I looked around the room, spotting him easily in the crowd. He must have felt my eyes on him, because he looked up and gave me a smile that made my knees weak. He excused himself from whoever he was talking to and made his way through the crowd toward me, the look on his face making my heart pound. It wasn’t lust, or passion, or anything like that. He looked at me like I was literally the best thing in this room, hell in this universe. It was both heady and terrifying.

He stopped in front of me and looked like he desperately wanted to kiss me. “Damn, Baby Girl. We need to get out of here and get you out of that dress.”

“Hell yes.” I grinned and we got out of there as fast as my converses could carry me. We stuck to the edges of the room so the guys wouldn’t be pulled into conversations again. We burst out the front doors like we were escaping Alcatraz and Dylan swaggered up to talk to the valet attendant.

When a limo pulled up out the front of the hotel, I raised my eyebrows. “Um, I think we have the wrong car.”

Dylan laughed and opened the door. “One of the sponsors in there wants to woo me with pretty things.” He ran a finger down my spine as I climbed in. “Not going to lie, I’m easily wooed by pretty things.”

I slid into the back of the limo, sitting on one of the long bench seats. I’d never been in a limo before and there was an actual bar back here. “Jesus, who wants to sponsor you?” I asked, grabbing beers from the fridge and passing them around.

“Machina Tuff.”

I nearly dropped my beer. They were one of the biggest sponsors in the industry. They made industrial tools and they were basically a household name. I squealed and launched myself across the limo.

“Oh my fucking god, congratulations. Dylan that’s amazing.”

Branch slapped him on the back. “Well done, man. You deserve it.” He rolled up the partition between us and the driver. “Don’t need to give him a show.”

Dylan growled low in his throat, his hands running down over my ass.

I grinned. “Mmm, no. But maybe we could give Branch a show, what do you say?”

Dylan kissed me as an answer, my red lipstick smearing across his mouth. “Fuck yeah.” He grabbed the long train of my dress and hiked it up over my waist so he could run his hands over the smooth globes of my ass, groaning into my mouth. His fingers brushed under the side of my thong and there was an echo of his moan on the other side of the limo.

I dragged my mouth away from his so I could unbutton his shirt. I ran my hands over the smooth lines of his chest, working my way down his abs. I hiked my dress up a bit more and slid off the seat so I was kneeling on the car floor, the scratchy carpet rubbing my skin. “Celebration blowjobs are now a thing.”

Dylan looked at me between his knees, his pupils blown wide. I unbuckled his belt, and then unzipped his pants. I kissed his abs because honestly, how could I resist?

I slipped my hand inside his boxer shorts, and wrapped my fingers around his dick. He was hard for me already, and when I liberated his cock from his dress pants, my mouth watered. He leaned his head back against the seat and moaned. “Damn Tessa, if I look at you right now I'm going to blow my load before I'm even in your pretty mouth. You are so fucking gorgeous.”

I stroked my tongue up the length of his shaft, flicking quickly over the head. He wrapped his fingers in my hair like he was anchoring himself to me, but didn’t try to move me anywhere. I slid him between my lips and he let out a long moan. I hoped that the partition was soundproof.

“Damn, Baby Girl. That mouth…” I sucked gently and his hips bucked upwards. “That mouth,” he moaned again.

I bobbed my head up and down on his dick, sliding him further and further in with every pass. I felt fingers brush against my pussy and moaned around Dylan’s cock.

“Holy shit,” Dylan shouted as his hips bucked. “Make her do that again!”

Branch’s fingers slipped beneath my underwear and stroked my clit and pleasure raced through my limbs. Dylan’s eyes had rolled back in his head and he was thrusting lightly into my mouth. The finger on my clit got firmer, more rhythmic, playing my pussy like an instrument and my moans were the music. He slid his fingers up my slit and slipped one finger, and then two, inside me. I gripped Dylan’s hips, my pace on his cock now wild and as uneven as his thrusts, messy and wet.

“Fuck, Tessa, I’m going to come.”

I took him deep and swallowed the hot shots of his cum even as Branch’s fingers went back to my clit, his other hand coming to the party to sink two fingers into my aching heat. When he curled his fingers at the same time he pressed my clit, I bucked back against his hands as my orgasm hammered into me. I moaned around Dylan’s softening cock, making him whimper a sound between pleasure and pain. I slipped him from my mouth as my orgasm continued to pound into me, biting his thigh through his dress pants. He grunted but his hand remained tangled in my hair as they let me ride it out between them.

Branch’s clever fingers slipped out from my thong, and he lifted himself back onto his seat. I knelt on the floor, panting, until Branch reached down and hauled me up and into his lap. He kissed me, despite the fact that I still had to have Dylan’s salty taste on my lips.

“That was…” he whispered against my mouth.

I grinned. I knew exactly what he meant.

The guys helped me smooth my dress and fix my hair, though not much could be done for my makeup at this stage. So when we pulled up at our hotel and the driver let me out, hopefully the darkness hid my ‘just been face fucked’ look.

Dylan thanked the man, and we stood out the front of the rooms. I went to open my door, but Branch held my elbow. “Tessa May, can I have a minute?”

Dylan leaned over and kissed my cheek.”I’ll tell Frankie you’re staying over in Branch’s room. Think he’ll still let me be the big spoon?”

I laughed and wrapped my arms around his waist. “Thank you for an amazing night,” I whispered. He leaned down and kissed me. “No, thank you, Baby Girl. That last part of the night was just…” He made an explosion noise and I shook my head. He slipped inside the door and I could vaguely hear him mutter, “Honey I’m home.”

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