Page 104 of Better When Shared
I supposed, technically, it was just a casual drive in the countryside. Or would have been if it wasn't for my newfound insatiable lust throwing a wrench into things.
Juniper had claimed the back seat, sprawling across leather upholstery with the kind of feline grace that made my hands ache to touch her again. Her sundress had ridden up slightly, revealing brown thighs that bore faint marks of someone's teeth—his or mine, I wasn't sure. And that somehow made it sexier.
She caught me watching in the rearview mirror and smiled with enough heat to make my cock twitch.
"Eyes on the road," Marco said, but his voice carried amusement rather than concern. "Though I have to say, the view back there is rather distracting."
"Behave, boys." Juniper laughed, but she didn't adjust her dress. If anything, she stretched further, letting the hem climb higher while her fingers traced lazy patterns on sun-warmed leather.
I gripped the steering wheel tighter than necessary, knuckles white with the effort of maintaining control, when every instinct screamed to pull over, crawl between her legs, and give her what she clearly wanted.
"I think our boy just needs a little relief," Marco said.
His fingers found my thigh first, massaging gently. His hand was warm and firm, even through the fabric of my trousers, but it was not nearly enough. Slowly, he grew bolder, inching higher, so that with every stroke, his fingers bumped my cock and balls.
"Marco," I said, his name coming out rougher than intended. "I'm driving."
"I noticed." He gave up the pretense of an innocent massage and touched me boldly, tracing the length of my cock through fabric that did nothing to hide my body's response. "You're also hard enough to cut glass. Seems like a waste."
The logical part of my brain, the part that had governed every decision for thirty-two years, pointed out the obvious risks. Public roads, other drivers, the kind of scandal that could destroy everything I'd worked to build. But that voice was growing quieter with each deliberate stroke of Marco's fingers, each spark of pleasure that made rational thought increasingly impossible.
The country road was completely empty, and my SUV was big, higher off the ground than most cars, with tinted windows that hid a multitude of sins. Who would ever know? "Pull over if you need to," Juniper suggested from the back seat. "Or let him take care of you while you drive if you're craving the rush of taking a risk. I'll keep watch for other cars."
The suggestion sent my pulse hammering against my collar. The idea was madness and temptation rolled into one irresistible package. When his fingers found my belt buckle, when heworked the leather free with practiced efficiency, I nearly drove us into a hedge.
"Easy," he murmured, his mouth close enough to my ear that his breath stirred the hair at my nape. "Just focus on the road. Keep control of the car like a good boy, and I'll make you come." Why did it feel so nice to be called a good boy?
My trousers opened under his determined assault, expensive fabric parting to reveal boxer briefs that were already damp with pre-cum. When Marco's hand slipped beneath them and wrapped around my bare cock with firm pressure, I bit back a groan.
"Fuck," I breathed, forcing myself to focus on keeping the car between the lines as his thumb swept across my tip. "Marco, this is—"
"Perfect," he finished, working my shaft with strokes that sent electricity racing up my spine. "You feel incredible. So thick and always so hard for me."
The dirty talk, combined with his skilled touch, was overwhelming. I'd never done something like this while driving, had never experienced the unique torture of trying to maintain focus while someone systematically destroyed my composure. Every stroke of his hand made my hips jerk involuntarily. "Stay focused, sweetheart," Juniper said.
My hands shook slightly on the wheel as Marco continued his relentless assault. The moment I engaged the handbrake, hismouth replaced his hand, hot and wet and impossibly skilled as he swallowed my length without hesitation.
The sensation was overwhelming—silk-soft lips and swirling tongue, the kind of suction that made my eyes roll back in my head. I forced them onto the road, slowing the car to a crawl as Marco worked me with obvious skill and enthusiasm, head bobbing in a rhythm that had me gripping the leather seats hard enough to leave marks. It was a good thing there was no one else around, because we would have caused a traffic jam. "There's a pull-off ahead," Juniper called from the back, her voice breathless. "On the left." I guided the Range Rover into the small parking area with more care than usual, desperate to fuck his mouth. As I shifted into park, I finally peeled my fingers off of the wheel and threaded them through his hair. "Look how good you two are together. Marco, take him deeper."
The encouragement sent Marco into overdrive, his throat relaxing to accommodate my full length while his hand found my balls, rolling them with exactly the pressure I needed. When he hummed around my cock, when the vibrations sent shockwaves through my nervous system, I came with a shout that echoed off the car's interior.
Marco swallowed every drop of cum, his tongue gentling as he cleaned me with reverent care. When he finally pulled away, his lips were swollen and wet, his eyes dark with satisfaction. He crawled into the backseat, spread Juniper's legs, and drove into her, fucking her hard enough that the car shook with the force of it. It didn't take him long to come, and when he did, he lifted his head and met my eyes in the rearview mirror.
"I think Juni needs more. Why don't I drive for a bit," he said. "You can eat my cum out of her pussy."
I groaned softly and leapt out of the car fast enough to give away my eagerness. Marco had a satisfied grin on his face as he slid behind the wheel while I climbed into the back seat beside Juniper. She welcomed me with arms that immediately wound around my neck, pulling me into a wild kiss.
"My turn now," I murmured against her lips, my hands already finding the hem of her sundress and pulling it up.
"You're perfect," I whispered, my mouth finding the hollow of her throat, her breasts, her bare stomach. She laid back on the seat with a groan, her legs falling open as I dipped my tongue into her slit, tasting the way their flavors mixed after he'd fucked her. That was quickly becoming my favorite, and they both knew it.
She arched against my touch, her breath hitching as I licked her clean like the good boy they kept telling me I was.
"Please," she gasped, her hips bucking against my face, her hands buried in my hair. "Tristan, please."
I worked her with the same careful attention Marco had shown me, fingers and tongue sliding through slick heat to find the spots that made her cry out. Her body was a map I was learning to read, each gasp and moan teaching me what she needed, what would drive her over the edge.
Marco's eyes found us in the rearview mirror, his breathing rough as he watched me bring his wife to the brink. "That's it," he encouraged, his voice tight with renewed arousal. "Make her come, Tristan. She's so close."
