Mustang Sally: Hot Rods, Book 2 Read online

  “And what about the rest of the Hot Rods?” Eli shrugged. “You’re not planning on leaving them exhausted and horny are you, cruel girl?”

  She followed the direction of his hand as he pointed at the rest of the guys.

  Bryce, Holden, Carver and Roman looked as if their tongues might slip out of their mouths at any second.

  “I don’t want to.” She shook her head. “It’s nice to see they’re not completely grossed out by me, though.”

  “What?” Kaige tore from his car, slamming the door. “Does this look like I’m repulsed? You damn near killed us today.”

  She followed his gaze down his chiseled chest to the thick length of his erect cock. “Oh.”

  “Damn straight.” He stomped off, making her heart fall again.

  “I may not have a fancy college degree, but I’m no dummy.” She propped her hands on her hips, loving the way Alanso’s gaze fell to her accentuated breasts. “I’ve been putting myself on display for all of you. And no one’s made a move. That’s usually not a sign guys want you.”

  “Mierda.” Alanso scrubbed his hands over his head. “Cobra, I told you. We’re not doing this right.”

  Eli stood really still.

  Sally’s heart galloped a million miles an hour. What if he didn’t appreciate her promiscuous side? What if he thought their equilateral triangle was perfect the way it was? What if he didn’t approve of her wanton behavior lately, and definitely not today?

  “You want to be shown off, Mustang?” He stalked so close they were pressed together from head to toe. His ripped abdomen warmed her breasts and the hardness she hadn’t seen in the shadows nudged her belly.

  “Yes.” She didn’t plan to deny it now.

  “And you want to see what you do to guys? These guys?” Alanso chimed in.

  “Hell yeah.” She shivered.

  “Fine.” Eli wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her from the ground. “But not out here. Enough of Middletown has gawked at what’s ours today.”

  He marched into the garage and the guys filed behind him through the single open bay. The last one through hit the red button to close the door.

  “Don’t be mad, Eli.” She clung to his frame. “I just want to show them how it is.”

  “I think they already know.” He paused, dipping down to kiss her. Firm yet cautious.

  “I’d like to see,” Roman interjected.

  “Same here.” The rest of the guys agreed, with Kaige as their spokesman. “God knows we hear enough of your fucking. I think we deserve a visual to go with the racket.”

  “I’m curious.” Carver didn’t let them turn the serious exchange into a joke or something crude. He had the courage to be honest, and Sally loved him even more for it. “I wonder what it could be like with…more than one person.”

  Hope radiated through Sally. Maybe all of them would edge from inquisitive onlookers to something more in time. For now, she thought they should have the same informative experience Eli and Alanso had gained when they’d visited the crew and walked in on their sharing. Or the firsthand knowledge she’d gleaned when Devon, James and Neil had offered her their little demonstration.

  Because the truth was…she sought them all. Not in the soul-searing way she needed to bond with Alanso and Eli, inseparably, but in the spirit of the honest sharing she’d witnessed from the crew. It was so hard to define. Impossible to put into words.

  But once her guys had witnessed it—and her too, later—there’d been no going back.

  It worked for the crew and it would work for them.

  She knew it to the depths of her soul.

  They were meant for this. If only she could show them what they were missing. Artificial boundaries kept them apart. No more.

  “Please,” she whispered against Eli’s lips. “My King Cobra. Show them.”

  Chapter Nine

  He stared into her eyes for endless seconds, then crushed his mouth over hers. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked her to the hood of his car. It surprised her when he laid her out over the rich blue paint. Did he prize her more than the Shelby, to risk scratching her finish?

  “Alanso,” he barked.

  “Yeah.” The other man was never more than a step behind their Cobra.

  “Get that ridiculous bathing suit off her.” He ravished her neck as he issued commands. “That thing should be illegal. You flashed your ass and tits at everyone today. Hell, I think John McCormick came through the line four times. Do you want us to have to beat guys off with a stick?”

  “No.” She gasped when Alanso ripped the skimpy bottoms down her legs, past her sneakers, then attacked the barely-there bra. “The show was for you. All the Hot Rods.”

  “Brava,” Bryce muttered.

  “I swear my cock is aching from how hard it’s been all day.” Holden unbuttoned his shorts, seeking relief. Several of the others followed suit.

  “See what you do to them, Sally?” Eli nipped her collarbone.

  “Not quite.” She struggled to keep alert. To fight for what she really wanted. Getting close and burning out now would be like Icarus, crashing when he flew in a drive-by too close to the sun. “They still have their pants on, mostly.”

  “I could fix that in a second.” Roman slid his hands in his waistband and tilted his head while staring at Eli.

  King Cobra looked to Alanso, then to Sally. He swallowed hard and returned his gaze to Alanso. “You ready for this?”

  “Hell yeah, Eli.” The bald man groaned. “You’re killing me with this we-have-to-wait bullshit. I can’t go any slower.”

  Suspicions confirmed.

  Sally wanted to be pissed that Eli had dictated the snail’s pace of their evolution. But she couldn’t find the energy for anger when all of her fizzed and bubbled in anticipation.

  “Rebel, go grab the lube out of my desk drawer.” Eli looked over his shoulder at Bryce. “The rest of you strip. If you’re going to have a ticket to this peep show, it’s only fair we see you too.”

  A purr ripped from Sally’s throat as the Hot Rods revealed themselves one by one. Loud tattoos, sexy piercings to rival her own and enough six packs to have her drunk on their forms. It was like visual Christmas. For an artist, that was nearly enough to have her coming on the spot.

  She took a mental picture and filed it away for show and tell later.

  Bryce jogged back, shucked his shorts, sneakers and socks. He joined the rest of the guys resting against stacks of tires. With one hand he snicked open the cap of his prize, poured a drop of gel in his palm and began to stroke his cock before handing the bottle to his neighbor, Kaige.

  They all followed suit before Roman tossed the tube to Alanso. “Enjoy, kids.”

  “You know we will, cabrón.” The bald man didn’t bother to apply any to his shaft. That wasn’t Eli’s intent. They all knew it.

  Sally shivered.

  “Cold, Mustang?” Eli’s wicked smile curved up on one side. He was so devilishly handsome she could hardly stand it. His short blond hair and luminous blue eyes offset the darkness encroaching outside.

  With these men, her future was bright.

  She reached for each of her guys with one arm, tugging them close. Alanso greeted her with long, languid kisses until Eli cut in. His lips were a little rougher, a little bolder, a little more direct. She savored both flavors of lovemaking they seasoned her life with.

  “Damn.” Roman appreciated their connection, at least.

  “You haven’t seen anything yet.” Eli shot over his shoulder. “Wait until they fuck. They’re gorgeous. Both of them. Together.”

  He sat on the bumper and gave them free rein to play as he temporarily donned a spectator hat, like his friends. They performed for their King.

  Sally opened her arms and Alanso went into them. He felt so solid in her grasp. She adored his honest passion and the loyalty he’d always shown to her and his garage rat brothers.

  “I could watch them for hours,” Eli murmured,
idly stroking himself. “Sometimes I do.”

  The chorus of wet skin on skin from the sideline made Sally all too aware that six men now pleasured themselves while observing her get it on. One a little more closely than the others.

  “Hi.” She ran her hands over Alanso’s bald head.

  “Hi, Mustang.” He kissed her nose. “Welcome back.”

  A giggle escaped. “Sorry, they’re hard to ignore. Does it bother you?”

  “Nah.” He smiled. “I love to get you off, however I can. If that means you come apart while staring at the Hot Rods, no worries, I get it. Plus, I’ll be the one inside you.”

  A shiver ran down her spine as she recalled his gentle invasions of these past several weeks. She loved loving him. “Could you maybe step on the gas with that whole screwing thing?”

  He ran his hands down her body, outlining the contours of her breasts and hips. “I’m afraid you’ve pushed me beyond my limits, mi vida. I’ll make this up to you later.”

  “Deal.” She squirmed, trying to get closer to his cock. Stocky, he filled her so well. She couldn’t wait to feel him again. And again and again and again.

  And then she didn’t have to wonder what it would be like to be fucked while a whole host of other guys watched on. Because he slipped inside her and dropped low, fusing their torsos. His heat battled the cold of the metal on her back.

  A perfect balance, just like her guys.

  Alanso put one hand behind each of her knees and folded her legs up while he glided in and out of her pussy, working himself deeper, incidentally stroking the captive ball ring through her hood. It teased her clit, making her whimper as he rocked over her.

  “They’re amazing, right?” Eli leaned closer, inspecting their connection.

  “Hell yeah,” Carver grunted. “Perfect.”

  “Not yet.” Sally sighed. “Almost.”

  She reached up and drew Cobra to them. She guided his mouth, not to hers but to Alanso’s. Watching them make out got her every time. This was no exception. Their lips locked. Teeth and tongues warred. As they really got into it, Alanso began to plow into her pussy.

  The groan that escaped her drew their attention.

  “Sorry.” Alanso blushed.

  “I liked it.” She patted his cheek, then angled her face toward Eli. He smiled as he neared.

  “Having fun yet?” He bussed her lips, then allowed her to respond.

  “So good,” she moaned. The presence of the rest of the Hot Rods amplified the natural arousal her guys inspired. She loved knowing the gang had their backs and that they weren’t alone. They shared this, like everything else important in their lives.

  It felt natural. It felt right.

  Eli tapped Alanso on the shoulder, pressing until the shorter man stood up straight. Sally whimpered at the loss of his radiant heat and the contact of their lightly perspiring skin.

  “You don’t want me to help him out?” Eli dragged his open mouth down from hers, over her chin, along her neck to her breasts. He matched the flicks of his tongue to the pace of Alanso’s steady lunges. All of her pulsed in time to their dual assaults.

  “Fine, fine.” She panted. “Go ahead.”

  Holden cracked up, though his laughter was strained. “You show her, Cobra.”

  Eli only made it more intense when he traveled lower. Eventually his mouth hovered at the intersection of her body with Alanso’s. His breath washed over her clit and the top of her pussy.

  “Mierda!” their Cuban lover cursed. “I can feel that on my balls, Cobra. Don’t fucking tempt me.”

  “Having a hard time controlling yourself?” Eli reached around and smacked Alanso’s ass.

  “That isn’t helping,” he growled.

  A grunt from Carver’s direction made Sally wonder if he’d feel the same way. She’d seen Eli spank Alanso plenty. It always impressed her how hard Al was afterward. How excited. How ready to fuck.

  Roman surprised her when he called out, “Do it again, Cobra.”

  Eli glanced up, a grin spreading over his beloved face. “Sure thing, Barracuda.”

  This time he administered several open-handed blows to Alanso’s ass. Sally knew the man’s cheeks would be a pretty salmon color when his tan skin mixed with the rush of blood just below the skin.

  She tightened around his cock, which massaged her from the inside out in the most delicious way possible. “Damn, Eli. I have to come. Please, help me.”

  He never tortured her for long. Today was no exception.

  She buried the fingers of one hand in his hair and urged him lower until his tongue collided with her clit. Sensations sparkled through her veins. Her eyes flew open. They looked first to Eli, then Alanso and next to the crowd of men touching themselves as they surveyed her escalating debauchery.

  Carver met her stare full on. He swallowed hard enough to make the flex of his throat visible from ten feet away. She didn’t blink when she admitted, “I love when they fuck me like this.”

  “Jesus.” Roman gripped himself harder.

  “They make me feel so good,” she confessed to Holden.

  Bryce took a deep breath and held it.

  “Is there room for more?” Kaige asked. “For us?”

  “I’ll always have a parking spot in my heart for you guys. All of you.” Tears sprang to her eyes as they nodded in agreement.

  “Same goes, Mustang.” Kaige reassured her.

  Eli’s mouth worked magic on her. Either that or it was the affirmation of their gang’s acceptance that shoved her over the edge into orgasm.

  Alanso worked harder to penetrate the spasming rings of her muscles and Eli thrashed her mercilessly with his tongue. She loved every second.

  As soon as she relaxed a little, Eli raised his head. His gaze seared her as he zoomed in for a quick yet fierce kiss. “I love you, Sally.”

  “I love you too. Both of you.” She glanced to the rest of the Hot Rods. “All of you.”

  “You sons of bitches,” Roman snarled. “You’ve been keeping her all to yourselves. Look at her. She’s fucking amazing. No wonder you can hardly walk most days.”

  “That might have something to do with Eli.” Alanso shut his eyes and shivered between her legs. He never once stopped fucking her. Slow then fast then slow, as if his control wobbled on occasion.

  “Don’t pretend you don’t crave me in your ass.” Eli addressed Al, though he dusted one last kiss over Sally’s mouth before rising. He circled around behind Alanso and rested his chin on the shorter man’s shoulder. It bobbed as his partner kept burying himself inside her as if he couldn’t ever get enough.

  Thank God, because neither could she. Already the initial relief they’d granted her morphed into renewed need.

  “Shit, look at Sally.” Bryce called the Hot Rods attention to her. “She’s getting hot again.”

  “Damn.” Holden seemed reverent.

  Alanso traced her hard nipple with the tip of one finger. He flicked the hoop there before moving on to the other.

  “You didn’t answer me, Alanso.” Eli used his midnight voice. “Do you want me to fuck this tight ass? While our friends watch you give it up to me?”

  “Yes!” The bald man shouted. “And next time I’ll return the favor so they can see it goes both ways, mamalón.”

  “Seriously?” Kaige asked.

  “Don’t knock it ’til you’ve tried it,” Holden saved Eli from responding.

  “We should make this car wash an annual event,” Roman added.

  “In favor.” Carver backed him up, as usual.

  “Shut up and give it to me already.” Alanso reached behind him with one hand, fishing for Eli’s cock.

  “Patience, Al.” Eli bit his lover’s shoulder, harder than he would have dared with Sally.

  “We’ve stalled long enough, don’t you think?” Sally stared into Eli’s liquid gaze. The blue pools had her drowning before long.

  “Yeah, I do.” He reached around Alanso’s hip to squeeze her hand, then tur
ned his concentration on the man sandwiched between them.

  When Alanso’s thrusts became uneven and his eyes widened, she knew exactly what had happened. Eli had breached his ass. Every time, the man’s heart rate sped and a tiny muscle in his cheek ticked. Yet some part of him relaxed. As if he never quite believed it could be true until they proved it again. Someday he wouldn’t doubt. Soon, if she had any say in the matter.

  “Breathe, Alanso,” she coached him. It couldn’t be entirely painless. She should know—she too had taken them both there in recent days. “Deep.”

  “It looks pretty fucking deep from here.” Kaige got smacked upside the head with Carver’s free hand. “Damn, Cobra. Give the guy a minute.”

  “No!” Alanso chased Eli’s cock when he began to retreat. The motion stole him from Sally. They both whimpered at the loss.

  Eli fucked deep, tucking tight to Alanso’s perfect, round ass. “Get back in there.”

  Sally sighed when he filled her to capacity once more. Holding him like this satisfied her on so many levels. She adored giving him pleasure while Eli took his own. Alanso had admitted this was his favorite position, taking and giving simultaneously.

  “Don’t let that cock slip out again.” Eli smacked Alanso’s ass a few more times, though they knew his threats were only for show. “You make sure our Mustang has everything she needs to come with us. Got it?”

  “Yes, Cobra.” Alanso groaned as Eli slid home again. The thrusts from their leader transmitted through the man between her legs. They ground his body against Sally. Every single contact brought her pleasure. A gift from them both.

  Alanso rocked between them, sliding into her, then onto Eli’s shaft. Soon he began to shake. The veins in his forehead and neck stood out. His fingers gripped her thighs hard enough to bruise, but she didn’t call him off. The possessiveness of his hold thrilled her.

  “He’s on the edge,” Roman called to their King Cobra. “You’re going to lose him in a second.”

  “Never.” Eli wrapped his arms around Alanso’s waist. He caressed the other man’s chest and abdomen. Then he peeked over the bald man’s shoulder at Sally. “Are you with us?”