aroused to care. I’m in relentless pursuit of my orgasm, and that’s all matters.
“I’m going to come,” Eric growls. “If you don’t want to swallow, now’s the time to stop.”
The warning’s nice, but I have no intention of stopping. I suck harder, feeling him clench, feeling him tighten…
Hunter’s finger grazes the tight pucker of my ass, and that’s all it takes. I shatter, whimpering around Eric’s cock. Eric explodes, thick bursts of cum shooting down my throat, and Hunter thrusts his fingers into me, over and over again, savoring every last twitch of my release.
Oh wow. I’ve never come this hard in my life.
It takes me a few minutes to recover, and then I scramble up and sit on the seat. Eric is slumped back, a dazed look on his face. “Fuck,” he says softly. He cups my cheek. “That was—” He shakes his head. “Fuck.”
“Tell me about it,” Hunter says. He wraps an arm around me and tugs me into the warmth of his body. “You should see how wet you are,” he says, his breath a hot caress against my ear. “I almost came in my pants when you came.” He puts a finger on my chin and tilts it up. “You okay? You want to go again?”
I’m not ready for this night to end. “Yes, please.” I capture his finger in my mouth, and he groans again, and his reaction emboldens me. “Can I suck your cock, Hunter?”
“Oh fuck, yes.”
Eric pulls me forward. I’m draped across the seat. I prop myself up by my elbows and lower my mouth to Hunter’s thick cock. There’s a drop of precum beading on the tip, and I lap it up before taking him deeper.
Eric parts my legs. I barely pay attention, focused on Hunter’s reaction, until he puts his mouth on my pussy. I jolt up, and Hunter chuckles at the look on my face. “You look surprised,” he says. “You went down on him. Why wouldn’t he reciprocate?”
Oral sex, giving and receiving. I’d okayed it last night. I hadn’t really realized how good it would be. How much their touches would inflame me. I hadn’t thought of how turned on I would get when I sucked one man’s cock while another man ate me out.
But I am. So aroused. So aware. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m more turned on than I would have thought possible.
Eric sucks my clit between his teeth, and it sends me over the edge again. Somewhere in there, Hunter comes too, and I swallow his cum greedily. Then I sit up. Lean back. Hunter produces a bottle of water from somewhere, and I gulp it down.
I feel renewed. Reborn. I feel like a sexual being, in touch with my desires for the first time in my life.
“If you want another round,” Hunter says, his voice lazy and sated. “You have to give me a few minutes.”
“What he said.” Eric grins ruefully. “Ah, to be twenty again.” He rests his hand on my thigh, a light, gentle touch. “Holy fuck, that was hot. Thank you, Dixie.”
“I should be thanking you,” I mutter.
“Yes,” Hunter says dryly. “Let’s all congratulate ourselves for a job well done.”
I giggle. The aftermath—I’d been prepared to feel awkward. I thought I’d feel like a slut. After senior prom, when William and I were caught by the park ranger, he’d made me feel like—
I sit up abruptly. I’ve buried the memory, but it resurfaces now, sharp and vivid. “If Coach finds out, he’ll cut me from the team,” William had said, his voice nervous and resentful. “For fuck’s sake, Dixie. You’re a girl. You’re not supposed to lose your head.”
Oh.
William and I had been together for a year. I hadn’t rushed into sex. I had been a virgin, and I wanted to wait. To make sure he was the one.
That night, after senior prom, I’d been determined that would be the night. Some of the guys were planning on getting hotel rooms, but my mother was strict with me; she’d have never allowed me to go to a boy’s hotel room.
I thought we could find a deserted park instead. Sure, the back seat of the car wasn’t exactly romantic for my first time, but I was young, and I thought I was in love. William was all the romance I needed.
Then the park ranger had caught us. He’d taken our names down, and he’d let us off with a stern warning. I’d been nervous he’d call