Mustang Sally: Hot Rods, Book 2 Page 6

  Seven, her mind cheered.

  “Two sounds like plenty tonight.” She smiled as she contorted her shoulders, dropping the straps of her bra from them. Then she shrugged, brushing Eli’s hands away to ensure the scrap of lace draped over her chest didn’t reveal the goods just yet.

  In the meantime, Alanso unfastened her jeans and drew down the zipper. She shivered when Eli pressed open-mouthed kisses low on her belly, across the V of skin his friend exposed for their enjoyment. As Cobra distracted her from any potential shyness, with flicks of his tongue that made her think he’d been aptly named, Alanso walked tight denim over her hips then down her thighs and finally off her completely.

  His groan surprised her. When she peeked up, the Cuban hottie rubbed himself through his own ripped and grease-stained pants. “You’re perfect, mi corazón.”

  “Does he always let this much Spanish slip out when you’re getting it on?” She shifted her attention to Eli.

  “Hell yeah. Sexy, isn’t it?” Cobra rubbed his thumb back and forth across her lips. “And don’t try to change the subject. He’s right. You’re gorgeous.”

  She laughed. “I’m hardly a starlet. Same ol’ Mustang.”

  For the first time in her life, she wished she were a little more feminine. Softer. But the bold slashes of color in her tattoos and her obsession with piercings were part of who she was. Apparently the guys appreciated her style.

  Eli touched the heated metal decorating her skin. The spike below her lower lip was the first he traced reverently. Then the hoop in her brow and the tiny diamond on the side of her nose. “I’ve always thought these were so pretty on you. You made them seem delicate, yet tough, like you.”

  “But this…” Alanso twirled the rhinestone in her belly. “Has always made me want to lick it.”

  “Not about to stop you.” She arched her spine, offering him a taste.

  “Except I think I’m going to find something I want to play with more beneath this ridiculous excuse for a pair of undies.” Alanso snapped the elastic of the thin strap against her hipbone.

  “Why don’t you find out?” Eli directed the stockier guy.

  “You ready?” Alanso checked with her. “If I take these off, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from tasting you.”

  “Same goes for this bra.” Cobra pried the edge of the cups from her grasp. “It’s got to go.”

  Sally couldn’t moisten her tongue enough to verbalize her response. Instead, she gave a curt nod. Work-roughed hands caressed her skin as they removed the last vestiges of her modesty.

  It felt odd to be naked, or nearly so, with them. And yet, it seemed natural. Why shouldn’t they see her body when they already knew the rest of her?

  Slowly enough to drive her mad, Eli peeled the bra from her chest and tossed it aside. It draped over the bedside lamp, adding sultry shadows to the space.

  The hoops in her nipples matched the ones in her labia.

  Both Eli and Alanso offered up a small oath. Cobra plucked at the tips of her breasts, teasing the rapidly tightening flesh into rock-hard peaks while their lover toyed with the jewelry between her legs. She couldn’t help but spread for him, granting him better access.

  Their stares roved over every inch of her exposed body, making her wish they were displayed as prominently for her inspection. It was weird to know them so well yet, in this way, not at all. Strangers and best friends. Excitement mixed with nervousness made her long to hold them close. Soaking in their adoration was pretty great too, though.

  “Holy shit, you’re tan. You must have laid out every day.” Alanso admired her golden skin. “You’re almost as dark as me, chica.”

  “And no lines.” Eli frowned. “Where the hell are your tan lines?”

  “Well, you see, in order to get those you have to have worn clothes.” She grinned at his dilating pupils.

  “You were roaming around like this in front of the crew?” The muscle in his cheek twitched. “The wives only, right?”

  She shook her head. Let him be jealous. Served him right for the Fawn incident.

  “The guys saw all this? Even my cousin, Joe? Before me?”

  “Yep.” She nodded. “Bare Natural is a naturist resort, you know?”

  Alanso stared at her. “Mierda! You went naked? Like they do?”

  “Did you fuck the crew too?” Eli was too still to be as relaxed as he pretended.

  “It wouldn’t really be your concern if I had. Would it?”

  He looked away then back, and shook his head as if digesting a bitter dose of medicine. “Nope, I guess not. Considering you took off before I could make it our concern.”

  Good enough, she’d accept that. She didn’t care to mislead him. “Whatever. I’ve been a part of this garage for almost a dozen years. You had plenty of chances. But no, unlike you dickheads, I don’t bang people for the sake of a quick scratch.”

  “If it makes you feel better, the sex with Bambi sucked.” Alanso groaned when she didn’t crack a smile. “Even before the part where I got backhanded.”

  Sally blinked. “I still can’t believe that bitch hit you. If I ever catch her too-much-makeup face around, she won’t like what happens next.”

  “I’m kind of glad you didn’t see that part.” He hung his head.

  “Or the ungraceful exit she made after Alanso dropped her on her ass on the garage floor when he staggered backward.” Eli filled in the gaps.

  “You didn’t!” Salome couldn’t help but laugh. She clasped her middle and rolled side to side as a flood of relieved joy spread through her. It wasn’t Fawn’s fault for fucking the two sexy guys. Disrespecting the bond between them was another matter.

  “Well, not on purpose. But yeah, I did, puta.” His wry smile belied the curse. “If you’d hung around just another minute or two, I’d have embarrassed myself more. It would have been worth it if maybe we wouldn’t have had to miss you so bad. Please, don’t leave us again.”

  Eli’s jaw set so tight he risked cracking a tooth. She should have considered the impact her defection, even a temporary one, would have on him. His cheek was slightly rough beneath her fingers.

  “I won’t. And I’m sorry too. I should have been stronger. Hell, I should have stomped out there and run that hussy off so I could have taken her place.” She smiled at the groan they both offered in response to that idea. “I was afraid too. I still am, a little. So could you guys please get naked already? Being the only one flashing all the goods is a little nerve-racking.”

  Eli’s smile touched her hand. He angled his cheek to kiss her palm. When she glanced from him to Alanso, the engine tuner had already stripped to the waist. His gorgeous chest and the tattoos covering it made her mouth water. Not to mention his own nipple piercings. His barbells had always tempted her to flick them and see if they felt as good as hers did. He struggled a little with his fly, given the bulge behind it, which strained the fabric.

  When he finally freed his cock, no underwear beneath his jeans today, his face went slack with relief. “You’ll be lucky if I’m not permanently bent from hours of being trapped like that.”

  “Come here so I can kiss it and make it better.” She held out her hand to him.

  He kicked his jeans off and crawled closer to her head.

  “Not too much.” He hesitated outside her grasp. “I don’t want to finish before we really get this party started.”

  “I think that could be a benefit of having sex with several guys.” She wished it didn’t sound as if she’d spent a zillion hours thinking about this, but even that was probably only half as much as she actually had obsessed about the possibilities. “I can please you. Let you be a little selfish. And there’s still plenty more to come.”

  “Literally.” Eli laughed.

  “No, seriously.” She knew that was a bit of a ridiculous request given her position flat on her back with her hand reaching and wrapping around Alanso’s cock for the first time. God, he felt fine. Hard and smooth. Thick.

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nbsp; Nothing awkward about the way he fit in her palm.

  Alanso uttered something reverent before his head dropped back and he leaned into her grasp.

  “I’m waiting…” Cobra’s smile tipped up on one side as she struggled to keep her thoughts in order when they distorted all her attention to them.

  “Uh, right.” What had she been about to say? “Oh! Yeah, I mean, sometimes giving a guy a great blowjob is sort of like shooting yourself in the foot if you want to get fucked worth a damn.”

  “Not if he does it right. Taking a nice long snack to catch you up and give himself time to refuel.” Alanso closed his hand over hers, showing her how he preferred to be gripped with firm pressure. Their discussion helped ease their initial foray into intimacy. How could she be nervous when the friends she’d loved forever were here with her?

  “I suppose.” She shrugged. “Haven’t met many guys interested in pursuing sex after they’ve blown their wad.”

  “The first time?” Eli looked confused.

  “How many times do you guys plan to come in a night?” She paused, her fingers less certain on Alanso’s shaft. Damn, she could hardly close her fingers around him, and his big balls bounced against the heel of her hand when she slid it to the base of his shaft.

  “I can’t count that high when I’m distracted by your fabulous tits and that pretty pussy.” Eli shrugged. “But more than once or twice, that’s for damn sure.”

  “Oh.” She blinked.

  While she mulled over the revelation, Eli performed an impromptu strip tease for her. He unveiled his abs inch by inch until he shucked his shirt. Then he turned around and peeled his pants over his fine ass.

  Alanso plumped in her hand. Had Eli let him in there? Oh, damn. She’d love to see that. Couldn’t wait to watch them together. The desire was almost as strong as her need to feel them inside her, together, joining the three of them in a special bond. All she could picture was the look of pure bliss on Devon’s face when her two men had teamed up to drive her wild.

  Suddenly Eli was bare too. He faced her again, waiting as if for judgment beneath her appreciative stare. Her fingers traced the arched Hot Rods tattoo across his belly. Each dip and rise of his abs enhanced the lines of the script.

  “I swear, I’ve fucked more in the past two weeks than in those early years when I first discovered the softer side of girls. And even all that fooling around with Cobra hasn’t made me want you less. Nothing will.” Alanso looked afraid, as if she might bolt again. “Still interested in playing our way now that you know we’re sex maniacs?”

  “Doubly so now.” She winked at him. “In that case…can I taste you?”

  “You never have to ask, mi alma.” He guided his cock toward her mouth.

  Eli surprised her by running his thumb over her lips, opening her for his best friend. “Make him feel good, Sally. I’ll do the same for you. Tell me what you like. Anything.”

  She opened her mouth and stretched her neck to close the gap between her lips and Alanso’s cock. Eli slapped his hand on Alanso’s abdomen and prevented the shorter guy from sealing the deal.

  “No, no.” He tsked at them. “She can’t talk with her mouth full. I want to hear it. In that sexy rasp that tells me she needs us as much as we need her. What would you like me to do with you while Alanso becomes the luckiest bastard on the planet?”

  “Lick me,” she whispered.

  “Here?” He tasted the column of her neck.

  “Lower.” She shoved his shoulders and begged Alanso with her eyes to give her something to work over. With him in her mouth, she’d at least have the satisfaction of knowing someone else suffered the bite of arousal with her. Suckling him would help her check her rocketing blood pressure too.

  Being with Alanso always soothed her. There were lots of times they’d sat, quietly, staring at the fishpond in Tom’s garden or watching paint dry on one of her projects. They didn’t have to talk to enjoy each other’s company, though they did plenty of that too.

  “Like this?” Eli flitted along her collarbone with his mouth, tasting her skin as he teased.

  “Lower,” she repeated.

  He obeyed in his own way, forcing her to admit to them both what she secretly craved. His mouth worked the slope of her breast, drawing ever nearer to the peak and the piercing there. When he bit and tugged just a little, a trickle of arousal squeezed from her pussy.

  The spot where she truly craved his handiwork.

  “Lower, lower, lower,” she chanted as he kissed first her ribs then her belly and finally the spot just above her mound.

  “Please, Dios.” Alanso shivered above her, painting her knuckles with a smear of pre-come.

  She released him long enough to sample the fluid, and him, for the first time. “I swear I can taste that dried pineapple you’re always eating.”

  He gurgled when she devoured a second helping of him. “You’d better get down to business there, Cobra. I’m waiting exactly seven more seconds before I get my dick in her mouth. I’ve dreamed about this for too long to stop on the brink.”

  “Like this?” Eli humored them both.

  The instant his mouth settled on her pussy, she squealed.

  Alanso took advantage of the opportunity to insert his cock into her mouth. She surrounded him with her lips, welcoming him to her body, hoping he understood her open invitation. The weight of his thickness on her tongue, combined with the sweetness of him, acted like a drug on her.

  She closed her eyes and drew on his cock as if it was a pacifier while Eli employed every trick in the book. Hell, he invented a few she’d never heard of to ramp her up. Flicks, circles and taps of his tongue had her eyelids fluttering closed. Her toes curled in the silky sheets and her hands sought her men out. With one palm she cupped Alanso’s balls, holding him in place as she laved him from beneath. The other hand was filled with Eli’s head and short hair as she pinned him to her body.

  Arcs of her hips had her riding his tongue. She wasn’t afraid to take what she desired from them. With another man she would have tried to be patient, let them exert their dominance. With her Hot Rods, she didn’t have to tone herself down. She could be liberated. Undomesticated. And they would still tame the Mustang in her easily.

  They made her feel dainty. Girly. And all woman.

  Eli teased her piercings—the rings on either side of her pussy and the discreet barbell through the hood of her clit. She moaned around Alanso’s shaft, making him groan too.

  “This one isn’t for decoration, is it?” Eli stopped pleasuring her long enough to ask about the captive bead ring at the apex of her slit. “It’s functional, right?”

  “Uh-huh.” She wasn’t about to stop sucking or she’d be screaming the house down beneath the added stimulation of Eli’s fingers, which prodded her opening while his mouth returned to investigating the merits of her piercing.

  It didn’t take him long to figure out that sliding it up and down stroked her clit and drove her absolutely insane. Verging on painfully arousing, the stimulation required some distraction to bear for any length of time when activated directly. During intercourse, it provided that little bit extra she’d often needed to get off hands-free with an average lover.

  Somehow she doubted Eli or Alanso would need such tricks. But the insurance couldn’t hurt. Oh no, it did far nicer things than cause her pain.

  Her suction on Alanso became irregular. He didn’t seem to mind, adding tiny pumps of his hips to keep the friction going. Fucking her mouth, he joined her on the upward spiral toward rapture.

  “Hurry, Cobra,” he begged. “I want her to come with me.”

  Sally tried to tell him she wasn’t close enough. She could detect the veins on his shaft creating more defined ridges, and he bulked up. The bad news was unintelligible with her mouth so full, however.

  Just when she thought Alanso would lose control, her attention frayed. Eli inserted two long fingers as far as he could reach. The man above her began to chant her name. Sweat gli
stened on his chest and bald head. Knowing she inspired this pleasure in him enhanced the motion of Eli’s fingers. They curled inside her, rubbing on a spot she’d never found herself.

  Holy shit.

  He pressed just enough, trapping sensitive nerves between his prodding digits and her pelvic bone. At the same time, he rolled the captive bead ring in her hood across his tongue several times in quick succession. And before she knew it, Alanso was having to catch up to her.

  Without warning, she shattered.

  Eli seemed prepared as he clung to her waist and pinned her where he pleased so he could continue his annihilation of her inhibitions. The immobility also kept her in place for Alanso to plunder her mouth. She shouted around his flesh, using all her spare brain cells to keep from biting him.

  “Joder!” He grunted. The first splash of his come landed on her tongue. She swallowed, drawing more of his seed from his cock. Sweet. Salty. A potent combination. Mostly because it meant so much to have pleased him. Either of them. Both of them.

  By being honest about what she wanted and how much joy they brought her, they were all winning. Alanso continued to pump jet after jet into her mouth. She suckled his pulsing cock until nothing remained except the traces of his ecstasy. And still her pussy clenched around Eli.

  “Damn, you should feel this, Al.” Their boss continued to pump her slow and steady. “She’s tight and wet and so damn responsive.”

  Alanso sucked in air as if he’d run a marathon. He couldn’t answer Eli. But his gaze told her everything she needed to know when it locked on hers. Allowing her to suckle him, a draw for every clench of her pussy, he stayed until he wilted in her mouth.

  She sighed when he pulled out, leaving her empty.

  Eli glanced between them, smug. “Was that fun?”

  “Hell yes,” they replied in unison.

  “But weird to give a guy a blow job when I’ve never really kissed him before.” She put one hand over her face. “We’re doing this all out of order, aren’t we?”

  Not that she minded much when aftershocks tore through her, causing her to shiver violently.