to find the logic in that, to understand how, but maybe there is none? Maybe there doesn’t have to be.
Maybe we’re the same, fighting ourselves for reasons we don’t share.
Over Beretta’s shoulder, Ransom’s eyes burn, a brilliant baby blue, and he finds his way in front of me again.
His chin lowers, the bandana rises, and my toes curl in my shoes.
I pull in a full breath as he ties it over my eyes, snug and tri-folded, forcing my lids closed behind it.
His hand glides down my neck to my chest, and he pushes, my body breaking out in chills as my shoulders lower to meet the metal behind them.
All at once, their hands come forward, gliding and massaging, and my core muscles clench.
My chest rises and falls in rapid speed as my dress is guided up and over my stomach. Instinctually, my legs pull closed, but when the hands on me freeze, I take a deep breath and open them.
My ass is tugged to the end of the hood, two sets of hands following the same exact path down my legs. One is rough and massaging, the other gentle and fluttering, both making me shake and warm and holy shit. This is...
A hand presses over my underwear and I moan, my muscles relaxing.
My legs are lifted, the point of my heel placed on the bumper, and I shiver as the wind blows over my exposed skin.
The hand cupping me dips lower, pressing over the wet spot in my underwear and my ass cheeks clench, my hips arching, begging for more.
“What do you think?” Beretta rasps from somewhere to the left, and fingers slide beneath my underwear, meeting my bare center. Someone groans. “Off or to the side?”
My hands come down, pushing at the silky fabric, but they’re captured, kissed, and threaded into another.
I sigh, jolting when a finger is slipped inside me.
“Oh my god,” I rasp, clenching around it.
“Off,” Ransom answers, his voice so low, so rough, it’s almost missed. “Quickly.”
Teeth nip at my hip seconds later and I squeeze the hands locked on mine, pulling him close, and whoever he is, comes to me.
Full, plush lips glide along mine, a tongue teasing at my bottom one as the shred of silk heats the air.
My mouth opens and those lips come down hard. I kiss him back, trying to tear my hands free, to wrap them in his hair and force him closer, but he doesn’t allow it.
The finger inside me begins to pump in and out, slow at first, then faster. Another.
My hips begin to roll, the kiss is broken and hands glide under my dress and bra, my breasts now heavy in calloused palms.
I moan, my lips parting as the fingers inside me disappear.
The hiss of a zipper hastily torn down creates a spasm low in my belly and I reach out.
Someone comes to me, buries their face in my neck as a cock buries itself inside me.
A desperate groan echoes and heavy panting fills the space around me.
“So fucking sexy, yeah, Arsen?” Beretta’s words are strained, the hands on my hips holding me steady, twitching.
My nipples are pinched, my neck kissed.
I’m fucked slow and deep, the pace spiking with my pulse.
I moan into the air, my legs widening, stretching.
The need is building, deeper than anything I’ve ever felt, and my pussy is rocked over and over.
Heavy grunts have my fingers curling, hands overwhelm me, and I’m crying into the air.
“I need... fuck I—” I break off in a moan, my back arched high.
The cock inside me flexes, holds, and tears away, but only seconds pass and I’m filled again.
My legs are pushed back, held up, and I thrash along the hood.
“Fuck, she’s about to come.”
“I know.”
“Kiss her. Claim it.”
A mouth falls hard on mine.
It’s rough and punishing, possessive and commanding, and I gasp, my body shaking, my tongue diving inside, tangling with his.
My pussy convulses, his cock twitching as I do, and he rolls his hips, pressing deeper.
A finger comes down over my clit, applying pressure, and I squeeze his cock tightly.
He slips out, the sound of jeans being shuffled, belts being fastened filling the air around me, and then I’m lifted and held, my muscles limp beyond my control.
I’m pulled against someone, my bare center flush with his cotton shirt, my cheek placed on his strong chest.
The wild beat of his heart soothes my own, my breathing growing lax along with his.
I jolt, attempting to pull free when the back of his knuckle comes up, sliding