Mustang Sally (13 page)

“I could watch them for hours,” Eli murmured, idly stroking himself. “Sometimes I do.”

The chorus of wet skin on skin from the sideline made Sally all too aware that six men now pleasured themselves while observing her get it on. One a little more closely than the others.

“Hi.” She ran her hands over Alanso’s bald head.

“Hi, Mustang.” He kissed her nose. “Welcome back.”

A giggle escaped. “Sorry, they’re hard to ignore. Does it bother you?”

“Nah.” He smiled. “I love to get you off, however I can. If that means you come apart while staring at the Hot Rods, no worries, I get it. Plus, I’ll be the one inside you.”

A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled his gentle invasions of these past several weeks. She loved loving him. “Could you maybe step on the gas with that whole screwing thing?”

He ran his hands down her body, outlining the contours of her breasts and hips. “I’m afraid you’ve pushed me beyond my limits,
mi vida
. I’ll make this up to you later.”

“Deal.” She squirmed, trying to get closer to his cock. Stocky, he filled her so well. She couldn’t wait to feel him again. And again and again and again.

And then she didn’t have to wonder what it would be like to be fucked while a whole host of other guys watched on. Because he slipped inside her and dropped low, fusing their torsos. His heat battled the cold of the metal on her back.

A perfect balance, just like her guys.

Alanso put one hand behind each of her knees and folded her legs up while he glided in and out of her pussy, working himself deeper, incidentally stroking the captive ball ring through her hood. It teased her clit, making her whimper as he rocked over her.

“They’re amazing, right?” Eli leaned closer, inspecting their connection.

“Hell yeah,” Carver grunted. “Perfect.”

“Not yet.” Sally sighed. “Almost.”

She reached up and drew Cobra to them. She guided his mouth, not to hers but to Alanso’s. Watching them make out got her every time. This was no exception. Their lips locked. Teeth and tongues warred. As they really got into it, Alanso began to plow into her pussy.

The groan that escaped her drew their attention.

“Sorry.” Alanso blushed.

“I liked it.” She patted his cheek, then angled her face toward Eli. He smiled as he neared.

“Having fun yet?” He bussed her lips, then allowed her to respond.

“So good,” she moaned. The presence of the rest of the Hot Rods amplified the natural arousal her guys inspired. She loved knowing the gang had their backs and that they weren’t alone. They shared this, like everything else important in their lives.

It felt natural. It felt right.

Eli tapped Alanso on the shoulder, pressing until the shorter man stood up straight. Sally whimpered at the loss of his radiant heat and the contact of their lightly perspiring skin.

“You don’t want me to help him out?” Eli dragged his open mouth down from hers, over her chin, along her neck to her breasts. He matched the flicks of his tongue to the pace of Alanso’s steady lunges. All of her pulsed in time to their dual assaults.

“Fine, fine.” She panted. “Go ahead.”

Holden cracked up, though his laughter was strained. “You show her, Cobra.”

Eli only made it more intense when he traveled lower. Eventually his mouth hovered at the intersection of her body with Alanso’s. His breath washed over her clit and the top of her pussy.

“
Mierda
!” their Cuban lover cursed. “I can feel that on my balls, Cobra. Don’t fucking tempt me.”

“Having a hard time controlling yourself?” Eli reached around and smacked Alanso’s ass.

“That isn’t helping,” he growled.

A grunt from Carver’s direction made Sally wonder if he’d feel the same way. She’d seen Eli spank Alanso plenty. It always impressed her how hard Al was afterward. How excited. How ready to fuck.

Roman surprised her when he called out, “Do it again, Cobra.”

Eli glanced up, a grin spreading over his beloved face. “Sure thing, Barracuda.”

This time he administered several open-handed blows to Alanso’s ass. Sally knew the man’s cheeks would be a pretty salmon color when his tan skin mixed with the rush of blood just below the skin.

She tightened around his cock, which massaged her from the inside out in the most delicious way possible. “Damn, Eli. I have to come. Please, help me.”

He never tortured her for long. Today was no exception.

She buried the fingers of one hand in his hair and urged him lower until his tongue collided with her clit. Sensations sparkled through her veins. Her eyes flew open. They looked first to Eli, then Alanso and next to the crowd of men touching themselves as they surveyed her escalating debauchery.

Carver met her stare full on. He swallowed hard enough to make the flex of his throat visible from ten feet away. She didn’t blink when she admitted, “I love when they fuck me like this.”

“Jesus.” Roman gripped himself harder.

“They make me feel so good,” she confessed to Holden.

Bryce took a deep breath and held it.

“Is there room for more?” Kaige asked. “For us?”

“I’ll always have a parking spot in my heart for you guys. All of you.” Tears sprang to her eyes as they nodded in agreement.

“Same goes, Mustang.” Kaige reassured her.

Eli’s mouth worked magic on her. Either that or it was the affirmation of their gang’s acceptance that shoved her over the edge into orgasm.

Alanso worked harder to penetrate the spasming rings of her muscles and Eli thrashed her mercilessly with his tongue. She loved every second.

As soon as she relaxed a little, Eli raised his head. His gaze seared her as he zoomed in for a quick yet fierce kiss. “I love you, Sally.”

“I love you too. Both of you.” She glanced to the rest of the Hot Rods. “All of you.”

“You sons of bitches,” Roman snarled. “You’ve been keeping her all to yourselves. Look at her. She’s fucking amazing. No wonder you can hardly walk most days.”

“That might have something to do with Eli.” Alanso shut his eyes and shivered between her legs. He never once stopped fucking her. Slow then fast then slow, as if his control wobbled on occasion.

“Don’t pretend you don’t crave me in your ass.” Eli addressed Al, though he dusted one last kiss over Sally’s mouth before rising. He circled around behind Alanso and rested his chin on the shorter man’s shoulder. It bobbed as his partner kept burying himself inside her as if he couldn’t ever get enough.

Thank God, because neither could she. Already the initial relief they’d granted her morphed into renewed need.

“Shit, look at Sally.” Bryce called the Hot Rods attention to her. “She’s getting hot again.”

“Damn.” Holden seemed reverent.

Alanso traced her hard nipple with the tip of one finger. He flicked the hoop there before moving on to the other.

“You didn’t answer me, Alanso.” Eli used his midnight voice. “Do you want me to fuck this tight ass? While our friends watch you give it up to me?”

“Yes!” The bald man shouted. “And next time I’ll return the favor so they can see it goes both ways,
mamalón
.”

“Seriously?” Kaige asked.

“Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it,” Holden saved Eli from responding.

“We should make this car wash an annual event,” Roman added.

“In favor.” Carver backed him up, as usual.

“Shut up and give it to me already.” Alanso reached behind him with one hand, fishing for Eli’s cock.

“Patience, Al.” Eli bit his lover’s shoulder, harder than he would have dared with Sally.

“We’ve stalled long enough, don’t you think?” Sally stared into Eli’s liquid gaze. The blue pools had her drowning before long.

“Yeah, I do.” He reached around Alanso’s hip to squeeze her hand, then turned his concentration on the man sandwiched between them.

When Alanso’s thrusts became uneven and his eyes widened, she knew exactly what had happened. Eli had breached his ass. Every time, the man’s heart rate sped and a tiny muscle in his cheek ticked. Yet some part of him relaxed. As if he never quite believed it could be true until they proved it again. Someday he wouldn’t doubt. Soon, if she had any say in the matter.

“Breathe, Alanso,” she coached him. It couldn’t be entirely painless. She should know—she too had taken them both there in recent days. “Deep.”

“It looks pretty fucking deep from here.” Kaige got smacked upside the head with Carver’s free hand. “Damn, Cobra. Give the guy a minute.”

“No!” Alanso chased Eli’s cock when he began to retreat. The motion stole him from Sally. They both whimpered at the loss.

Eli fucked deep, tucking tight to Alanso’s perfect, round ass. “Get back in there.”

Sally sighed when he filled her to capacity once more. Holding him like this satisfied her on so many levels. She adored giving him pleasure while Eli took his own. Alanso had admitted this was his favorite position, taking and giving simultaneously.

“Don’t let that cock slip out again.” Eli smacked Alanso’s ass a few more times, though they knew his threats were only for show. “You make sure our Mustang has everything she needs to come with us. Got it?”

“Yes, Cobra.” Alanso groaned as Eli slid home again. The thrusts from their leader transmitted through the man between her legs. They ground his body against Sally. Every single contact brought her pleasure. A gift from them both.

Alanso rocked between them, sliding into her, then onto Eli’s shaft. Soon he began to shake. The veins in his forehead and neck stood out. His fingers gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise, but she didn’t call him off. The possessiveness of his hold thrilled her.

“He’s on the edge,” Roman called to their King Cobra. “You’re going to lose him in a second.”

“Never.” Eli wrapped his arms around Alanso’s waist. He caressed the other man’s chest and abdomen. Then he peeked over the bald man’s shoulder at Sally. “Are you with us?”

“Of course,” she gasped. “Always.”

“They’re going to come together,” Carver shouted.

“Shit! Me too.” Holden seemed moved by their unity. His fingers flew over his cock faster, one hand skimming up his torso to pinch his nipple while he took in every nuance of their session.

“I’m there,” Bryce grunted.

And the others didn’t have time to give their agreement. Instead it just happened.

Alanso kick-started the domino effect. He jerked in her arms and in Eli’s. He flooded her pussy with pulse after pulse of come while he wrung the same from the man behind him. The transfusion of warmth and energy set Sally off. She looked from her men to the Hot Rods scattered on the garage floor nearby.

She let them observe the pure rapture in her soul when she flew apart, confident that her guys would piece her back together, time after time. And as she writhed on Eli’s Cobra, she stared at the Hot Rods surrendering together.

Spurts of pearly come shot into the air and a few rogue strands made neighbors collateral damage. Instead of being shy or letting the barrage detract from the relief they found together, the proof of their simultaneous release seemed to egg them on.

Holden gaped at the line of Bryce’s come on his forearm and pumped another three or four blasts from his own shaft. Carver went as far as to reach over and swipe a drop of Roman’s seed from his thigh to sample the flavor.

Sally continued to be racked by endless ecstasy until their chain reaction burned itself out and left them all smoking in the wake of the powerful feedback loop. She shuddered as Alanso pulled out and wetness trickled down her ass.

“Damn, that’ll ruin your finish.” Sally tried to wrest from her men and slide off the hood of Eli’s car.

“Good thing I know the best painter in the country.” Eli held her in place. “I love having you on my car, Mustang. And you, Alanso.”

They exchanged a three-way kiss, their lips and mouths saying everything they didn’t know how to translate into speech. Nothing could be as powerful as their love.

And when she surfaced, she realized the rest of the Hot Rods were tucking themselves away. What would they think of her now? Exposed, she squirmed from Alanso.

“Where do you think you’re going so fast?” Eli caught her in his arms. He looked from her to Alanso. When the bald guy nodded, he grinned. “Here, hang onto her for a minute. Let me grab it.”

“Grab what?” Sally could hardly orient herself to the universe around her. She didn’t complain when he transferred her to Alanso, who held her tight.

“Patience, Mustang.” He nuzzled their noses together. “It’s a good thing, promise.”

Then why did he look so nervous?

The guys huddled around them and Eli’s car in a semi-circle. Roman had his poker face on and Carver bit his lip.
No
. No way would she let another one of their schemes ruin the best evening of her damn life. Not when she’d hoped to have an even better night.

“Kaige?” She intentionally singled him out. Probably the most romantic of the guys next to Holden, he hated secrets.

“Pay attention. You’ll see.” He jerked his chin toward Eli.

She peeked up at Alanso, who had tears in his eyes, alarming her more. But when she wriggled, he didn’t budge. He trapped her close to his heart.

Eli returned in under a minute, though it felt like an eon to her. The Hot Rods parted so he could cut through their ranks. What had he retrieved from his office?

“Can you stand?” Alanso whispered into her hair.

“Of course. I’ve been fucked half to death, but I’m still kicking.” She snorted. “In fact, if someone doesn’t start talking in a second—”

Her threat faded as Alanso set her feet on the garage floor, then knelt by them. Eli joined him. In his hand was a tiny box. Or maybe it was just his strong, broad fingers that dwarfed the velvet stamped with the name of her favorite jeweler.

“Holy shit.” She swore her whole body went numb. “What are you doing down there?”

“What does it look like?” Eli seemed offended.

Alanso cracked up. “Chill,
cabrón
. She doesn’t know you’ve been practicing this speech for weeks. Roll with it.”

She clutched her bare breast, hoping her heart could stay in place long enough to do what she had to. She tried to stop them, but they were set on their course. And so damn gorgeous she couldn’t interrupt their pledges of devotion.