Mustang Sally (16 page)

Eli felt closer to the men than he ever had before. He never wanted to let go of this moment, this magic.

“Please, Bryce,” she whimpered. “It’s too good. It hurts.”

“I’ve got you, Mustang. You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined this.” He didn’t torture her anymore. He nuzzled her mound, drawing a sigh from her and a groan from several of the other men.

“
Joder
!” Alanso shouted, using his free hand to grab his cock. The stiff erection already leaked as he witnessed his friends imparting bliss on his lover. The woman they planned to keep forever. Hell, the whole group had no choice but to stay now.

Finally, something deep in Eli’s soul relaxed. The Hot Rods were here. They were his and they were welded into one unit. Eternally.

He stared at Alanso, who watched the action below them while mumbling in Spanish. Eli couldn’t resist. He reached across the couch to his best friend and tipped the guy forward. Alanso folded, lunging through the canyon. Bent over, they met in the middle, making out above the glazed eyes of their mutual lover.

Sally tried to express her approval, but her words were garbled when Bryce escalated his contact from soft brushes of his cheek and chin to long laps of his tongue over her slit. The Hot Rod cursed after he discovered the piercing in her hood.

It didn’t take him more than an instant to investigate the effects of manipulating the curved metal through her most sensitive flesh.

Sally jolted as if someone had pinched her ass with a jumper cable.

Ten hands held her in place to receive the full gluttony of bliss the Hot Rods imparted. Eli and Alanso broke apart, panting, when Sally arched. In less than two minutes, she dissolved. Eli beamed when she showed the guys just how responsive she was. And how gorgeous.

They petted her all over as she crested and returned to their gathering.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

“What the hell for?” Bryce lifted his head, licking his lips. His chin glistened with her release.

“Wanted it to last longer.” She glanced to Eli. The drowsy satisfaction in her brilliant green eyes had him dying to stake a claim. Except he knew it would please her more if he waited. He’d give her anything she needed.

“You think you’re off the hook already?” Alanso laughed. “Hardly.”

Eli nodded to his partner. “Get the condoms.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Alanso leapt the couch back and raced for the hall closet. He returned with one hand over his stiff, waving cock and the other clutching a glass jar. Condoms of every color filled it like candy in an old-fashioned drug store.

The shiny metal lid clattered as Eli flung it to the floor. He reached inside for a clear plastic packet and tossed it to Roman. “Go ahead, old man. Take Bryce’s place.”

Eli had always had a ton of respect for Barracuda, who’d chosen a higher path than the one he’d been set on when they’d met. It took a lot to change. The more mature guy had sometimes seemed uncertain of his friends, even years after he’d left his life of petty crime behind. He wanted the man to know Eli would trust him with even the most precious parts of his life.

“You’re sure?” He ripped open the condom but didn’t roll it over his impressive cock. He stood there, looking between Alanso, Sally, Eli and—for some reason—Carver. The two of them had always been close, from the very first day when most of the Hot Rods had voted to kick Roman’s ass for attempting to steal Tom’s truck.

Carver had stepped in front of the guy, keeping the gang in line. Eli wondered how long it would be before Barracuda and Meep, who drove a Roadrunner, admitted they had more in common with Eli and Alanso than wanting to fuck their Mustang.

When they were ready, he’d help them navigate what would likely be a rocky course.

Eli’s gaze traveled across dark tattoos. Skulls, flames, dice and cards, devils, guns, booze—you name it, Roman had it. Even one mysterious purple blotch that looked like a permanent bruise over his ribs. He’d never cracked under the Hot Rods’ teasing about the artist’s mistake to tell them what it had been intended to represent.

Eli was afraid he knew the answer.

But now was not the time for their troubled pasts. This was their future. And it was bright. Blazing with lust and love that could cauterize even the rawest wounds.

“Of course he’s sure,” Sally answered for Eli. “He loves me, and this is what I’ve dreamed about. You. Come on, Roman. Suit up.”

Sally opened her heart and arms, unafraid of the Barracuda’s reputation. His big teeth didn’t frighten her one bit. Bryce swapped places with the guy and took up where he’d left off, massaging Sally’s thigh and hips, keeping her comfortable and aroused so they could all indulge their fantasies.

“Go ahead, Roman.” Carver cheered on his roommate. Since the rooms above the garage had already been built out by the time Barracuda joined them, Meep and Roman had ended up bunking together. Though Eli had offered to renovate through the years, neither seemed to mind doubling up.

“Fine, fine. I’m fucking her.” He dropped onto his hands, his palms bracketing Sally’s shoulders.

She reached up to hug him and laugh. “Don’t act like it’s such a chore, asshole.”

“That’s not—” Roman’s denial cut off. Carver reached between his roommate’s legs to position Barracuda’s tool at Sally’s entrance. Given Roman’s stance, supporting himself on the couch, assistance was warranted.

“Don’t mind me. Just lending a hand.” Carver winked up at the couple as he smeared moisture from the opening of Sally’s pussy over the latex-coated tip of Roman’s cock. “Nothing to see here. Keep bickering. You know it makes me hot to see her beat down arrogant bastards.”

“
Uhhg
,” Roman groaned.

He dipped his head to kiss Sally with a tenderness Eli hadn’t known him capable of. Once he’d gotten his fill, he thrilled them all by thrusting through Carver’s grip. Burying deep, he pressed into the paradise Eli could attest waited for them between Mustang’s thighs.

Sally squeezed Eli’s fingers, which were still entwined with hers. Alanso’s grin made him sure the same was true for the other pair.

“Yeah, Mustang. Take him.” Carver coached her from his excellent vantage point. “You’ve got almost all of his cock. Just a little more.”

“Who’re you calling little?” Roman growled.

They all laughed. Eli swatted the other man’s ass. The bunched muscles there attested to his restraint. “Concentrate, Barracuda.”

“If I think about this too much it’s not going to last very long.” He shook his head, cursing. “She’s fucking tight. Haven’t you two been stretching her out? What the hell have you been doing to keep us all awake night after night?”

“Just lucky. She’s pliable. And resilient.” Eli grinned. “Actually, we kind of like to fuck her together. Talk about tight.”

And the joke was on him, because the thought alone had him curling his toes in the carpet.

“I don’t believe you.” Roman clenched his jaw, gritting his teeth. “You’re no pencil dick. She can’t take you both.”

“That sounds like a dare.” Eli glanced down at Sally. “Want to go higher? Can you take more?”

She was grinning up at him between moans and sighs. “Please. You know I love it.”

Alanso pouted. “And me?”

“Someone’s got to keep me from screaming. Don’t need Tom rushing in here anytime soon.” She reached for Alanso’s cock and tugged until he shuffled closer. He sprang onto the couch and knelt over her head, feeding her his shaft.

She took him in her mouth eagerly. Eli could relate. He craved the taste of both of his lovers.

“Wait.” All of the mechanics paused when his stern command echoed off the high ceilings and concrete floors.

A heartbeat passed, then two, before he smiled. “Let me underneath her first.”

The guys chuckled and clapped him on the back as they helped the trio arrange themselves. Sally cried out when Roman slipped from her grasp.

“Just a minute, Mustang.” Eli lifted her, then slid onto his back in her place. Having the Hot Rods standing around him like pillars made him feel secure. He understood how they gave Sally the strength to submit to their adoring gazes. He rearranged his woman on his chest. “There, better?”

“Uh, no.” She squirmed. “Your hard-on is jabbing me.”

“It hasn’t even started.” He laughed into the hair at her temple, nuzzling her as he reached around them both to notch his cock in her pussy. Then they ground together until he was buried deep. To the base of his shaft. It hadn’t taken them long to learn how they fit best. “There.
Now
I’m jabbing you.”

She whimpered.

Alanso spouted another stream of Spanish from where he hovered over them. Eli and Sally responded in unison. She took care of his shaft while Eli reached up and lipped the other man’s balls.

“Riiiiight. I think
that
might have been part of the riot they were causing.” Holden’s jibe held a healthy dose of envy.

“You haven’t heard anything yet,” Alanso struggled to inform his friends. “Come on, Roman. Get back in there.”

“Are you sure I’m gonna fit?” The other guy sounded incredulous.

“Hell yeah.” Alanso shouted, whether in response to Barracuda or because of the fancy doodles Sally drew on his cockhead with her tongue, none of them could say.

The rest of the Hot Rods searched for purchase, contributing anything they could to the barrage of pleasure they levied at Salome.

“
Mámame
!” Alanso growled. “
Mámame, por favor
.”

Sally stiffened.

Even if Eli hadn’t felt the pressure of Roman’s cock on his own as they were squeezed together in his woman’s sheath, he would have known Barracuda had invaded her from the reaction of his lovers. Alanso’s begging for Sally to suck him could only mean she’d paused. Though not for long if the bald man’s satisfied grunts were any indication. He might have worried if she hadn’t proven she could take both him and Alanso. Not just could, but that she loved cradling them both inside her.

“Holy shit,” Carver murmured. “That’s impressive.”

All at once, Sally bucked. Eli was ready for her. He hugged her tight to his torso and let her ride out the rapturous assault. Roman bulged along Eli’s length, as far as he’d embedded himself, while Sally’s orgasm squeezed them both in regular pulses. The poor guy didn’t stand a chance.

He thrust deep in one stroke that reignited Sally’s spasms, then shot over and over into the condom he wore. Eli swore the heat of the other man’s come scalded his own cock, though it might have simply been his imagination. It took every ounce of willpower he possessed to keep from joining the Hot Rod.

But he was dying to please Sally and make this the best experience of her life. Nothing else would suffice.

“I think that might be a record.” Kaige slapped Roman on his heaving back. “Better luck next time, buddy.”

“Oh, yeah.” The winded man didn’t seem too upset. How could he be when he’d come so damn hard? “I’d like to see you do better, Nova. I bet you fucking live up to your name and explode in a minute or less.”

“What’re you willing to wager on it?” Kaige scrambled to his feet, snatched a condom from the jar and covered himself before Roman had managed to retreat from Sally’s quivering pussy. She whimpered around Alanso when her newest lover withdrew then laid a kiss on her thigh in thanks.

“A blowjob.” Barracuda sighed as he sank into Kaige’s spot near Sally’s breast. He leaned forward and pressed kiss after kiss on the subtle mound, showering her with reverence and gratitude.

“I doubt I’m gonna be able to get it up again after this.” Kaige slid his middle finger into Sally’s pussy beside Eli’s cock, testing the flexibility of her body. Eli groaned around Alanso’s nuts when the bastard bent his knuckle to swipe across the crown of Eli’s dick.

“Fine, you can blow me tomorrow. Or some other time.
When
you lose.” Roman wrote a check his mouth might not be able to cash. The familiar competitive streak they all had in common reared its head in new circumstances. The energy they generated ramped Eli up even more.

This
. This is what he’d been missing. Alanso too, if the other man’s happy groans told the full story. And he intended to make the most of it. They had to convince Sally this was where she belonged.

They were the only men for her.

Well, the seven of them.

Chapter Twelve

Sally squirmed, opening her thighs wider. After the intensity of the two orgasms she’d already had, Eli might have been surprised by her endurance if she hadn’t shown him and Alanso every night just how much capacity she had for loving. Amazing. Beautiful. Rare.

He loved everything about her.

“Whatever, Barracuda.” Kaige inserted the head of his cock and proceeded to work his length along Eli’s. “You’re on. Start the clock.”

Alanso gurgled. From his angle, Eli thought he saw Sally take him full to the back of her throat. “She likes that, Super Nova. Give her everything.”

“Working on it.” Kaige shuddered, his entire body flexing as Sally welcomed him.

Carver, Holden and Bryce stared, transfixed, as their buddy slid home. They never once stopped caressing Sally, lavishing attention on her to ramp her excitement higher, over and over.

“Not so cocky now, are you?” Roman’s smug smile had Eli chuckling.

Sweat broke out on the other guy’s brow as he burrowed deeper and deeper until he’d maxed out his penetration. “Shut up, Barracuda. I’m busy.”

Sally giggled around Alanso’s cock, making the man cry out. His hands clenched, one in Sally’s hair and one in Eli’s. The slight pinch must have turned her on, helping her to climb the spiral of rapture once again. She tightened around Eli and Kaige, making the guy on top work harder to drill into her pussy.

Eli sighed as the thick shaft massaged his own, both of them rubbing Sally together. In counterpoint, then in unison. They drove into her over and over.

Bryce paused his exploration of Sally’s lips to call the bet in Kaige’s favor. An instant later, the man broke. His thrusts turned jerky and short, ramming him into Sally all the way. The contact of his torso with her clit, especially given the ring in her hood, was too much for her to resist. She screamed as she shattered this time.