Page 13 of Forked Tongues Are Fun
Curling my fingers into the seat cushion, I turned to Calhoun. When our gazes connected, the air shocked between us, a flurry of energy, sparking a fresh wave of need low into my belly.
In one quick move, he slid across the seat and pulled me into his lap so I straddled him. Our mouths melded together with frenzied need. We dry humped each other, totally out of control, his cock hard and ready where I rubbed against him the most. I sank my hands into his dark, silky hair and angled his face for prime kissing, but his tongue maintained power over mine, just as strong as his arms around my body. He held to my ass and ground up into me while his other hand slipped down the front of my jeans.
Desperate sounds pushed from between my lips with each thrust, and they grew in intensity when he tore my thong out of the way and sank two fingers into my wet folds. I threw back my head as I rode his palm, his fingers sliding in deeper and harder and so,soright.
He groaned as he gazed up at me, his eyes half shuttered. “Fuck, I need to taste you right now. All of you. Pants around your ankles. On your hands and knees on the seat. Right fucking now before you make me come.”
Trembling with desire, my body so heated that I feared I’d melt right through the seat, I climbed off of him and shoved down my jeans. As I assumed the position, I met Vance’s gaze in the rearview mirror. The look on his face—eyes scorching, tongue wetting his lower lip—powered a renewed ache between my legs. He was going to watch us. No, not just watch. He was white-knuckling the wheel while the other worked his cock. I couldn’t see it from my angle, but the muscles in his shoulders bunched and flexed vigorously.
Tavis in the passenger seat was also masturbating, his fist pumping up and down his shaft. He reached up over the headrest with his other hand, his fingers seeking, and I grabbed them and squeezed. Gripping him and the cushion, I stuck my ass up in the air, panting, my hips thrusting at what only these three shifters could give me.
This was really happening. I was about to get fucked, and all of us would get off on it. It was perfect. It was so fucking sexy that my orgasm was already starting to build, leaving me quaking in anticipation.
At Calhoun’s first glide of his tongue along my wet slit, I cried out for more. Then he was devouring me, his hands on my ass spreading me wide. His expert tongue sank in and out, kissing and sucking and driving me crazy. I gripped Tavis’s hand tighter over the headrest and met Vance’s gaze in the rearview mirror once again. He smiled around a groan, working himself furiously and somehow still keeping the SUV on the road. The wet sounds of Calhoun between my legs, paired with those of masturbation and my heartbeat knocking against my ribs filled the cab of the SUV.
“Oh.Yes,” I whimpered.
I drove my hips backward into Calhoun, fucking his face. He growled inside of me, the vibrations rolling up all the way to my tight nipples. He pulled away for only a second and then slammed into me with his cock. I cried out, echoed by loud moans from the front seat. My body jerked forward from the force, but he caught me with one arm looped around my waist. He thrust hard and deep, filling every part of me up. His smooth, defined chest rippled along my back as he curled himself protectively around me.
“I love fucking you, Yara. With my tongue, with my cock. Every which way.” With his hips still slapping against my ass, he slid the edges of his teeth along the shell of my ear and then bit down.
My orgasm hit me hard, storming pulse after pulse down my tight nerves. Its explosive power shocked the air from my lungs, juddered the base of my spine, and then rattled down to my toes. It wouldn’t stop, so I rode the sensations while Tavis squeezed my hand, while Vance began to writhe in his seat, and while Calhoun continued to pound into me from behind.
Then, with a loud roar that echoed in the car, he came inside me.
Tavis and Vance followed, one after the other, the veins in their necks and arms straining as they threw their heads back in ecstasy.
The car smelled like new leather and sex and come, and I breathed it in deep to help me recall every single detail about what had just happened in case it never happened again. Because that would be a real shame.
My limbs felt like liquid as I poured myself into a sitting position once again, trying to catch my breath while I pulled up my jeans. “You played that song on purpose.”
“You looked like you were about to explode.” Vance winked in the rearview mirror, turned off the radio, and then tucked himself back into his jeans. “You can thank me later.”
Even now, just minutes after the most powerful orgasm I’d ever had, my blood hummed with the possibilities of what my thank-you could entail. My vial of dragon fire had turned me into a sex-starved maniac, and if it weren’t for the severe time crunch I was in, I would be completely okay with it. Seriously, how did dragon shifters get anything done if they were constantly screwing?
“How long is your mating season?” I asked.
“Fifty-seven years,” Calhoun said, still breathless as he slowly zipped his jeans back up again.
“What?” My jaw dropped into my lap. “There’s no way. How do you stand it?”
Tavis grinned over his shoulder, already having tucked and secured everything back into place. “Weform a harem around our queen and dedicate mating season to pleasuring her.”
“But...before? What did you do with this intense need to...fuckwhen you couldn’t even leave your house?”
Vance shrugged, his gaze on the road ahead. “We expect the feeling during mating season. We don’t try to hide it or feel ashamed of it. It’s a large part of who we are and why we as a species are here in the first place.”
Calhoun slid his hand over my knee and raked back the hair that hung in his face so he could look at me. “Which means you don’t need to feel ashamed, either. You have dragon fire coursing through your veins, taken at the peak of mating season from the smell of it. The only way for you to quench that desire you feel is to mate with shifters. So when you feel it, don’t be afraid to do something about it.”
“I’m not afraid.” And I wasn’t. Not of them anyway. They made me feel important, like I was worth sticking around for, like I was something more than a big sister who lived in poverty, and they didn’t try to get in my way, either.
It was the sun dipping into twilight that terrified me.
Tavis slipped his hand over the headrest again, his fingers searching. After a brief hesitation, I took it again and squeezed. I wasn’t used to someone wanting to touch me, not after a month without Asa and his hugs.
“What Calhoun’s saying is there’s no need to feel shame in what you’re feeling,” Tavis said. “Pounce on us. Do anything you want with us. Heck, bring your vacuum, and we’ll call it a party.”
I frowned. “My vacuum is dead.”
