Mustang Sally (17 page)

Alanso backed away temporarily. Maybe to watch. Maybe to avoid being bitten. Most likely to keep himself from erupting down Sally’s throat before he was ready.

Eli didn’t blame the man. After all, Cobra was doomed. At the bottom of the pile of libertine revelry, all he could do was enjoy the ride. The separation from Alanso, his balls now out of reach, allowed Eli a better vantage to view Super Nova’s detonation. Sally lifted her head to witness his synchronized pleasure too. She reached up to press her hand over the mechanic’s heart. The affection in that single gesture lured them all.

Several of the men cursed. Kaige’s quaking renewed. The complete destruction of their inhibitions guaranteed he couldn’t hang on another moment. He tried to warn Salome or Alanso—anyone, really. But the guys didn’t help him regain his composure. Instead, they switched their petting from Sally to him.

Alanso contorted himself to kiss Eli, and nothing could stop him from coming then.

Kaige groaned as Eli hammered upward, filling his mate and thrilling the other man still snugged inside her. He swore his back was about to break as he arched, strung tight, then released. Come bubbled in his balls and rocketed from his cock. No condom prevented him from flooding Sally with every drop of his seed. The scalding hot liquid must have been apparent to Kaige, even through the condom.

He yelled and jerked a few more times.

Through it all, the Hot Rods held their vulnerable members in place. They made sure they were protected as they surrendered to the heat of the moment, years in the making.

And when Eli finished coming, still in the wake of the most violent climax of his life, they lifted Sally from him and dragged him out of the way. Her limp form might have alarmed him if she hadn’t mewled and made a grab for Carver’s cock.

“Eli.” Alanso nudged his shoulder.

“Mmm.” He couldn’t manage more, the sights surrounding him nearly as pleasurable as his epic orgasm had been.

“Remember the porn link I sent you a couple weeks ago?” Alanso’s arms, chest and shoulders were ripped. The blood filling his muscles, and pumping him up, made him seem twice as big as usual.

Eli licked his lips. “Which one?”

His brain was fuzzy.

“
The
one. Where the woman took
three
guys at once.” Alanso seemed urgent. “I think it’s time. She’s ready. So am I.”

“What are you boys plotting over there?” Sally blinked as if to clear the haze of arousal from her mind. “I miss you.”

Alanso rushed to her side. “I want to try something we saw.”

“Anything, you know that.” She reached up to touch his cheek with her fingertips.

And suddenly Eli knew what they were about to attempt. “Shit. I don’t know, Alanso. She’s small.”

“If it hurts, you promise to tell us, right?” Alanso peered into Sally’s eyes.

The link between them warmed Eli’s heart. At least if something happened to him, they’d have each other. It made him feel safer about loving them so completely. They wouldn’t have to be alone…like his dad.

He shook his head, clearing the morose thoughts.

One thing was sure to burn only the pleasurable memories into his brain from this afternoon. Alanso was right as usual. When he looked to Holden, Carver and Bryce, he knew the trio would never be able to wait their individual turns anyway.

It was now or never.

Eli rolled onto his knees on the floor, coming to rest by Sally’s side, close enough that he could kiss her—face, brows, nose and lips. “You ready to play hard?”

“Thought I already was?” She moaned as an aftershock wrung her body.

“Just one more time.” Eli prodded her to reach for the stars. He nodded to his friends who still sported painful-looking hard-ons. “You’re going to take all three of them at once.”

“How?” She tried to do the math. He didn’t blame her when her foggy mind refused to cooperate.

“Trust me?” He smoothed her hair from her damp brow.

“Of course. You’re my King Cobra.” She smiled then leaned up to capture his mouth in a scorching kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Salome Rider.” He scooped her from the couch. “So you’re going to ride for me. For us.”

Alanso groaned. With his head tipped back, he played with the post in his nipple and rubbed his abdomen. Anything to keep his hands off his cock, Eli suspected. Not yet.

“Bryce, you’re the biggest. Lay down on your back. Where I was.” Eli didn’t expect him to hesitate and he wasn’t disappointed. The big man draped his frame over the couch.

Eli flipped Sally and handed her to Rebel. “Take good care of her.”

“Always, Cobra.” Bryce hugged Sally and pillowed her head on his shoulder.

“Holden, roll a condom on him.” Eli was thankful he’d come and could have a clear mind to ensure his partners got everything they deserved. He kept them safe while they experimented. Their willingness to try whatever he had in store made him proud.

Their trust humbled him.

Swinger obeyed. He ripped open another packet, adding to the growing pile of wrappers, and slid the rubber over Bryce’s fat shaft without so much as a flinch. Then he went one step farther, tipping the man’s cock toward Sally, helping him get settled in the drenched warmth of her pussy. Eli’s come would ease the way for his friends.

She gasped, the sensations nearly too much after an entire parade of lovers.

“You’ve got this, Mustang,” Eli whispered to her. The guys rubbed her shoulders, back and ass until she relaxed again.

Good thing too, because when Eli scooped fluid from her saturated folds and painted it over her back entrance, she might have rocketed into space without their assistance. Holden sheathed himself, then assisted his friend as Carver edged near to the action.

Both men cursed when Eli’s finger sank into Sally’s delicate portal and massaged her ring of muscle until she relaxed. After long nights of loving both him and Alanso, she’d taken to anal play better than he could have imagined. Most of the time she preferred to watch her guys when it came to that, but every once in a while…

This seemed to be one of those times.

She moaned, then bit Bryce’s neck. Not in an attempt to get away, but in an effort to stay still and take him deeper. Alanso bolted from the couch. He returned with a mostly-empty bottle of lube. The guys teased him, but he didn’t give a fuck as he provided the last ingredient they needed to unite them all together.

Eli slicked his palm, then held it out to Holden. The man stepped nearer until Eli wrapped his fingers around the thinner yet longer erection his friend sported. Perfect for this. They all had their places. Their uses. And this one was Holden’s.

Without needing to be told, Swinger climbed onto the couch, squatting over both Sally and Bryce. He pressed the head of his cock against her tight ass until he began to sink inside, making Eli sure this wasn’t his first time around the block. He fucked into her gently and with enough finesse that he calmed Eli’s uneasiness. Alanso stared, transfixed.

Sally cried out. It wasn’t pain he heard in her scream. But pleasure.

Lots of it.

“Get your cock in her mouth again, Alanso.” Eli directed his best friend, his lover and his mate. He knew that’s where the man wanted to be during this show. And Sally would feel better having him near.

The two men filling her now began to rock in time, providing every inch of satisfaction they could. Behind them, Carver stroked himself. He seemed in another world as he watched Holden’s and Bryce’s shafts disappear into their partner’s body.

“I have to fuck, Eli.” The guy’s stare snapped to his boss’. “Let me have a turn. Holden? Please.”

“No turns.” Eli shook his head. “Stand between Bryce’s knees. Get his and Sally’s legs around you. You’re tall enough to make this work. You’re going to slide in with Bryce. Between him and Holden. The three of you are going to take her together.”

“Are you fucking crazy?” Carver’s hand froze on his shaft. Even Bryce and Holden stuttered in their rhythm.

The spent Hot Rods perked up, a few of them rubbing themselves as if they might opt for a second round in their own palms.

“Hey, it’s Alanso’s idea.” Eli shrugged, confident his lovers could handle it.

Sally lifted her head from Bryce’s chest to stare at the Cuban man in front of her. “I knew I loved you for a reason.”

He smiled as he dangled his index finger in front of her face. She opened her mouth and sucked on it. “I’ll give you my cock back if you promise not to hurt me when you’re fucking all three of them at once.”

“Like you could keep it out of her mouth now.” Roman snickered from his spot on the floor. He might have been relaxed, but he stared at the men and woman piled in front of him without blinking.

“Shit. You’re right.” Alanso kneeled on the couch and fed her his erection. While she was distracted with her treat, Carver approached.

“Are you sure this’ll work, Cobra?” He rubbed the covered head of his dick against her pussy, at the junction of her and Bryce’s body.

“Hell yes,” Eli reassured him.

“He told you to get in there,” Roman barked at their spare-part guru. “What the hell are you waiting for, boy?”

Carver’s eyes rolled back in his head a little. He advanced, nudging Bryce’s balls with his cock then sliding up the base of the thick, mostly embedded shaft until he tucked against Sally’s pussy. All of them groaned when they connected.

Tentatively, he began to wedge himself inside her. The additional pressure had her moaning. And when she lurched, she dislodged him.

Alanso immediately tended to her, calming her and preparing her for another attempt.

“You were close.” Eli nodded to Carver. “Again.”

“Do it,” Roman added.

Carver didn’t mess around. He grabbed Holden’s shuttling hips for purchase and clung with one hand. The other he used to align his hard-on with Sally’s pussy. Bryce paused, allowing Carver to worm his way inside the tiny gap remaining. Carver’s pupils dilated as her body expanded to encompass all three men. Bit by bit, he pressed inside her.

Bryce’s fists balled on the sofa.

Eli, Roman and Kaige focused on soothing Sally, who’d been reduced to unintelligible moans and cries. She wasn’t fighting them, though, unless it was to rock back and take the Hot Rods deeper.

Alanso stared into Eli’s eyes when he looked up. “She’s about to suck my cock off. She wants this. More. I can’t hang on much longer.”

Sweat trickled down his chest and rolled over his washboard abs.

“You won’t have to,” Eli promised him. “They’ll come when she does. She’s close. So close.”

He knew because she’d started grinding on Bryce in the primal dance he’d come to know so well these past weeks. God, he loved her. He loved driving her wild. Beyond civilized responses. This is who she was. This is what she wanted. And he would do anything to be the man to give it to her.

One of them anyway.

In awe, he signaled for the men to let loose. To take what they needed too. All of them were aligned. Their passions complimentary.

Holden rocked deep within her, plundering her ass with gentle yet complete possession.

Bryce and Carver found their own cadence. It seemed to work wonders for Sally as the two cocks in her pussy rubbed each other as well as her from every possible angle. She gobbled Alanso’s dick. Sloppy and noisy, none of them minded her gusto.

Least of all the man in her mouth.

“
Mierda.
You’re so beautiful.” He praised her, mostly in rapid-fire Spanish. And finally it was too much. When she swallowed him to the root and cupped his balls in her fingers, Alanso went stiff as a board. He hung on the edge for seconds that probably felt like millennia, then went into a frenzy. Animalistic grunts and curses fell from his lips along with words of devotion and love.

He pumped his release down her throat and she didn’t spill a drop despite the three men rutting on her, granting her wishes and fulfilling their own simultaneously. There was no room for misunderstanding. She had to know she was the center of their universe—beloved and precious. Awe inspiring.

Eli knew how long they’d all waited for this moment. He understood their quiet desperation and their utter abandon. With time, control and grace would come.

Not today.

As if the taste of Alanso triggered Sally’s orgasm, she shattered around the men impaling her.

And not a single Hot Rod stood a chance at resisting that ultimate tautness.

Eli wished there was room for even his pinky beside one of the three cocks she took so that he could experience her stretched like they could. Next time it would be him inside her like this. Or maybe even if they took her pussy with three guys instead of one in her ass. Someday soon, it would happen.

When Alanso evacuated her mouth, come still spilling from his cock, Eli angled her head to face him. “I love you, Salome.”

Her eyes glassed over, a contented smile on her face.

Holden, Carver and Bryce launched jet after jet of come into the condoms, still buried in their littlest member. She proved to them again that size didn’t matter, unless it was the scale of your heart and soul. Sally welcomed them all and held them while they were obliterated.

Roman got to his feet. When Carver would have fallen backwards, he was there to catch the smaller man, whose cock slid from Sally, squeezed out by one of her lingering aftershocks. Kaige lent Holden a hand in climbing from their Mustang, who’d given him the ride of his life. Eli collected Alanso and moved him out of the way so that Bryce could lift Sally.

Eli and Alanso accepted the precious bundle she made as she curled into their chests and they sandwiched her between them. They blanketed her in kisses and slathered her with praise.

Though he half expected her to black out or drop into a sated slumber, her eyes popped open and fixated on his. Green gaze to his own blue one.

Alanso whispered his appreciation from beside them.

“Ask me to marry you, Eli,” she demanded.

“Again?” he teased.

“I’m ready this time.” She bit the corner of her lip. “Unless this changed your mind?”

“
Hijo de puta
!” Alanso elbowed Eli in the ribs.