Nine Marines' Shared Property - Nicole Casey Page 0,55

It tickled a bit and I giggled.

Taylor, sitting next to Tristan, turned his head and looked back at me. “And what about me?”

“Sorry Axel,” I said. I put my leg on his lap and set my foot on the armrest next to Taylor. “For you,” I said, “I give you my foot.”

“Perfect!” He slipped off my sock and covered my toes in rapid pecs.

I was crushing J.P. with my back against his arm. He shifted so I was now cradled in his arms, legs spread, my feet being lavished with kisses and caresses.

Santiago pressed down on the accelerator. The car hummed; my body purred.

J.P. planted a kiss on my forehead. “Are you comfortable, dear?”

I shook my head. “My clothes are scratching me. I think they are trying to poison my skin. You must save me from them… dear.” I lifted my arms behind my head, and he slipped the irritating shirt off of me.

Axel removed my pants. He had to lift my legs in the air. I accidentally kicked Manny in the head—or maybe it wasn’t exactly accidental.

“What the hell’s going on back there!?” Santiago said playfully.

J.P. ran his firm hands over my liberated chest. Axel and Tristan and Taylor ran their hands over my liberated legs.

“It itches,” I said.

“What itches?” asked J.P.

“Your clothes,” I said.

Seven Marines—Santiago in the driver’s seat and Nolan in the passenger’s seat were excepted—packed in an SUV, simultaneously stripped off their shirts and their pants. I sat upright in my seat waiting for them to finish; they couldn’t strip fast enough!

“Hurry,” I said.

“I am hurrying!” said Santiago. And he was. I could feel the speed coursing through my body along with the increased vibrations on the car.

“Not you, silly,” I said.

Travis was the first to disrobe, as he was sitting in the back with the spare tire and had more space to maneuver. He put his arms around me and kissed my neck. He reached over me, put his hand between my legs.

I quivered at his touch, but it was just a tease. Instead of sliding his hand up to my yearning snatch, he fiddled under the seat for a level then he eased my seat back.

My head now rested against his hard chest.

J.P. pulled my leg to the side and he straddled me, his leg wrapped around mine, his hard cock pressed against my thigh and his mouth wetting my side with rapid greedy kisses.

In synchronized movements, Alex did the same to my other side.

I purred and murmured, “You guys are such a tight-knit squad.”

Their hands were on my legs, Travis’s were on my chest, yet my snatch still yearning was exposed and untouched. I lifted my hips; I bucked, calling for someone to come to me.

Was it Tristan or Taylor? I could not tell. But my snatch welcomed the tip of his tongue. I gushed while the hands of my Marines tightened around me.

“Not much traffic,” said Santiago. “I think I can kick it up a notch.”

We drove faster still. I closed my eyes and listened to the hum of the motor and the sound of the tires spinning on the road. I lifted my hips to meet the mouth that was teasing me. “Give it to me,” I said.

My Marines heeded my command. They did not ask who it was directed at. They knew it was directed at them, at all of them.

They crawled over the seats; they entered me, their hard shafts pounding my wet pussy. They lifted me; they turned me on my side then on my back then on my knees. Their hands kneaded my muscles; their tongues wet my skin. They filled me and fucked me.

“We’re almost there,” said Santiago, and I had to agree. I was almost there, too.

“We’re pulling off the highway in two miles,” he said.

Axel was on top of me. Axel was in me—deep in me.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed hold of his ass. “I’m going to come,” I said. Come in me.”

He put his mouth around mine. He kissed me with lips and tongue and force and fury while I pulled him deeper into me.

I came, turned my head, now resting on Elijah’s chest, and I let out a cry of pleasure.

23

Axel

Eventually, I was going to have to stop beating myself up for all the mistakes I’d been making. More importantly, I was going to have to stop making so many. My inability to completely open up to Gwen had nearly cost us the relationship and, worse than that,