Page 44 of Inside the Maelstrom: Part One
I could almost see his teeth grinding. “Oh, that would absolve you of all your responsibility, wouldn’t it, Good Girl? Well, we both know that's bullshit. You want to fuck me so bad it’s an ache. So not just me, is it? You’re the one not following your own goddamn rules.”
He slid his hand up my thigh and under my dress. I’d thrown it on because it was the only thing left unpacked, but now I had regrets, because his strong hand felt too damn good. He leaned close, his hand sliding up until his pinky finger brushed the crotch of my panties.
He leaned closer. “It’s got nothing to do with the money or the bookstore, or any of that shit. You hate that you want us. Hate that you’re the one thinking about me driving my fingers inside you right now, stroking you until you come.”
Someone up the front made a choked noise, and I drew my eyes from Sampson’s to look to the front seats. Both Evan and Otto looked tense, and when I slid my eyes to Hendrick, he was watching Sampson and I with an intense expression, filled with heat.
“Take what you want, Good Girl. Forget about what youthinkyou need, or what you believe you deserve. Take what you fucking want, for once.”
I grabbed his wrist and dragged his hand where I wanted it, my breaths coming short and sharp. Sampson didn’t tease this time, his fingers slipping beneath my underwear to stroke along my folds. His finger flicked my clit, and I moaned. The driver’s side door opened and closed softly, and I watched Evan’s sandy blond hair disappear.
Sampson grabbed my chin. “Want me to make everyone else leave too?”
I stilled, and Hendrick leaned close to my ear. “Take what you want,” he whispered, echoing Sampson’s words. I shuddered.
“No, I want them to stay.”
Otto groaned from the front seat, rustling around until he found a sunshade that popped along the windshield, essentially blocking out the view for anyone walking along. Sampson’s fingers continued to tease.
“Tell me what happens next,” he commanded.
I rolled my hips against his hand, the brushing of his fingers too gentle, too teasing. “I want you to make me come on your fingers.” I looked over my shoulder. “And I want Hendrick to kiss me.”
I looked up and met Otto’s gaze in the rearview mirror, and my eyes fell to where he was unbuckling his jeans. I watched as he pulled out his cock, stroking it with his hand, but then Hendrick became impatient, turning my head so he could capture my lips.
“Let’s push this up so Otto can see me fuck you,” Sampson purred as he dragged my skirt up over my waist.
As Hendrick’s tongue slipped into my mouth, Sampson’s fingers thrust into my core, and I moaned so loud that I knew the people in the car in front of us must be able to hear. Sampson continued to stroke in a rhythm that was so good and not enough all at once, and Hendrick was moving his hand down to cup my breast.
I wanted more. I wanted everything. I tore my mouth away from Hendrick, who happily started to kiss my neck. “Please,” I gasped, rolling into Sampson’s hand, seeking more friction.
“What do you want, Good Girl? Tell me.”
I let my head loll back onto the headrest, as my orgasm built. “I want you inside me.”
His low chuckle sounded like sin. “I am inside you.” He curled his fingers more, tapping my clit as if to remind me where his hand was. Like I could forget.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered, and I felt his low rumbling purr deep in my core. He dropped his hands to his lap, unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his hard cock. He was thick and long, and my mouth went dry.
He pulled me onto his lap, reverse cowgirl, and I gripped the driver's seat. I braced myself as he held my hips and thrust into me. We both groaned, or hell, maybe we all did, but suddenly he was stretching me so fucking deliciously.
A tap at the window made me groan, but Sampson didn’t stop, sliding back out and slamming me back down again, and everything disappeared. Everything except for the feel of Sampson inside me. “Oh, god,” I moaned, and Sampson slid his hand up over my chest, gripping my throat and my hip as he pounded into me.
The front door opened, and my eyes went wide as Evan stuck his head in. My gaze flew to his, and his brown eyes widened, before he blanked his face, looking over my shoulder at Sampson. “Train arrived, and we have to go through customs. I advise you all to get back in your own seats. You have thirty seconds.” He shut the door again softly. I’d been so close.
But instead of pulling me off his lap, Sampson gripped both my hips and thrust up hard. “Hendrick, get her clit. We’re in a time crunch.”
Hendrick grinned, gripping my face and kissing me again, his other hand finding my clit like he knew my body better than I did. Sampson bent me forward until my forehead was leaning against the headrest of the seat in front of me, and then he slammed inside of me, his pace punishing until, between the two of them, I had no choice but to come. I bit the headrest to muffle my scream as I pulsed around Sampson’s cock over and over.
With seconds to spare, Evan slid back into the car, and we rolled off the train as an announcement was made that cars were to move forward. Evan kept his eyes forward as Sampson slid me off his cock, and I bit my lip so I didn’t make an embarrassing moan. Sampson was still hard as a rock, but he put me back in my seat and belted me back in, and Hendrick smoothed down my skirt. I watched as Sampson put away his still rigid dick, and felt mildly guilty that I got off and he didn’t.
“Looking a little rough there, Viva,” Hendrick teased. He leaned forward until his lips were beside my ear. “Thatshould give you some pointers on how to masturbate.”
I shot him an exasperated look. “This is one hell of a way to prove a point, Hendrick.”
The tension in the car was electric, and I knew I must look like a mess. We were the third car through Border Control, and the border agent gave us all a narrow-eyed look. Did the car smell like sex?
“Business or pleasure?”
