That’s all it takes. One little word, and my lust demon, who was watching—and I think possibly jerking himself off—in the backseat, comes rushing forward to the middle seat. He kneels on the carpet in between the middle bench where I’m perched and the back of the passenger seat next to me. “Yes?” he questions, and suddenly, I feel embarrassed about what I wanted to ask him to do. Which is ridiculous. Why should I feel embarrassed about asking Van to go down on me when Akor has now bared my ass and is kissing it?
But my brain is stupid, we know this, and it chooses this moment to feel timid and shy. I glance down at the van floor and feel my cheeks flame.
Raz understands what I want, though. He knows me, perhaps a little better than the rest, because he’s seen me in my dreams. “Pull her panties down all the way,” he orders.
My eyes fly to the murder leader, who has gotten his phone out, recording me with one hand as he strokes himself through his jeans with another. “Kastros, rip off that shirt. I want to see her tits.”
I brace myself on the center console as both the other demons follow orders. Van gently slides my panties down my legs, leaving them around my ankles, while Kastros grabs my shirt in both hands and rips it with a single, sharp tug.
“Yeah, that’s it. Now, Van, I want you to tease her. Don’t touch or tongue that clit until I tell you to,” Raz commands. “Kastros, suck those pretty nipples. I want to watch you tug them hard too. And, Akor, tease that ass. Prep it. I want to film your finger pumping in and out of it.”
My eyes widen, and I mean to protest that ass bit, I really do, but Kastros sets his lips on my nipple at the same moment that Van’s tongue reaches out and laps a teasing line over my slit, stopping just short of where I want him. Thoughts scatter like birds taking to the air, and the inside of my mind becomes a random cacophony of featherlight touches and coos erupting from my lips.
They tease so damn well. Van zigzags his tongue back and forth over my pussy lips but doesn’t delve inside, doesn’t lap at me in a steady rhythm like I desire. Akor’s teeth skim my ass cheeks and provide extra sensation as Kastros’s suction on my nipple has me trying to twist and writhe just to get a little bit more sensation. I’m almost there. But not quite.
Impatience buzzes inside of me like a bumble bee, and my nerve endings spark like live wires with frayed ends, popping and hissing and shooting out tiny yellow flashes of fire on the side of the road in the middle of a snowbank. My nerves are searching for a connection, some way to complete the circuit and light me up. Instead of saying a word of protest about Akor’s mouth, which is now lapping at the crease of my ass, I just manage a breathy moan. “Raz.”
My murder leader surges forward briefly to plant a sharp, chaste kiss on my lips before leaning back again to direct everything.
“Kastros, switch sides.”
The suction I felt on my right breast disappears, and I want to surge towards Kastros and tell him not to go…it was just getting good. But Van’s hands on my thighs hold me in place, and his teasing tongue slips inside me for a minute. The moan that rips out of me is as loud as any girl on a porno (yes, I watch porn. Don’t judge me. We know you do too, Karen), but zero percent fake. Everything feels so damn good. I can’t think to do anything more than shift one of my hands from the console to Raz’s seat back so that I have something I can squeeze and claw.
“Yes, turn towards me, princess. Let me see it better,” Raz mutters. “Let me watch those breasts bounce as you go wild and fuck Van’s mouth.”
I can hardly hear him, because Akor has just started using a very wet finger to rim my ass. At first, the sensation shocks me and sends my eyes wide. I’m not sure if I like it or not. But when Kastros’s lips find my left nipple and he sucks hard, I find I change my mind. The sensation from both sides is so different, but both send tendrils of excitement shooting