Thankfully, I followed his order and stepped out of the way, narrowly avoiding being plowed over. The girl never even slowed as she launched herself into Quarry’s waiting arms. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she didn’t waste a second before crushing her mouth over his in something that couldn’t even be called a kiss. It was rabid and came accompanied by moans from both parties. Quarry’s hands slid from her waist to her butt, squeezing as he carried her over to the table in the corner and sat down without ever breaking the hasty make-out session.
“Uh . . .” I turned to Flint. “Should we leave?”
“I’m not sure yet. Give it another minute to see if she goes for his pants. That’s usually my cue.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than Quarry let out a loud groan and Flint’s eyes flashed over my head.
“Yep. We should go.”
I didn’t dare turn around as we rushed from the room.
“What the hell!” I laughed when we got outside.
“Don’t feel bad. That’s pretty much how we all met Mia.”
“And what? We just stand out here until they finish?”
“Oh God no. I’m not listening to that shit. They’ll meet us at the restaurant.” He popped his elbow out, and I all-too-quickly accepted.
Till rounded the corner. “Yo. Where’s Q?”
“Too slow. Mia got there first,” Flint replied.
Till curled his lip. “He got his hearing aids in?”
“Yeah. He was just talking to Ash.”
Till walked past us and banged his fist on the door. “You got two minutes. Then I’m coming in. If I catch you with your dick out, I’m ripping it off.”
Flint erupted into laughter. “Good luck with that.”
“Yeah, thanks,” Till responded then pounded on the door again. “One minute.”
“Come on.” Flint led me out the back door to his SUV. “You have fun tonight?”
“I really did.”
His lips twisted in a smirk. “Even the part where you had to sit with Eliza for three hours?”
“Well, it wasn’t as fun as this next part is going to be, but yeah, it was good.” I pushed to my toes to take his mouth.
He raked his teeth over my bottom lip. “What’s the next part?”
“Fuck,” I cursed as Ash took my cock to the back of her throat.
The moment we’d pulled into the restaurant’s parking lot, I’d found out exactly what the next part was.
My hands were tangled in her hair as she hovered over the center console, milking the come from my cock. She swallowed like a fucking champ and continued to work me until I couldn’t take anymore.
“Ash. Stop.” I tugged at her shoulders, but she continued swirling her tongue around the head, showing no signs of stopping. “Ash,” I groaned. Using her hair, I dragged her up, occupying her obviously frantic mouth with my own. I could still taste the saltiness of my release lingering on her tongue, but I couldn’t have given two shits. It was in her mouth.
She scrambled over the console to mount me. “I want to feel you inside me.”
“Baby, not here,” I managed to say before she threaded her fingers into my hair to deepen the kiss.
“Please. I need to feel you,” she pleaded, rocking against me.
Shit. “I don’t have a condom.”
She let out an impatient groan. “Just pull out.” Then she moved her oral attack to my neck.
“Um. No. As much as I’d love to feel you bare, that is not a chance I’m willing to take.”
She sighed in frustration. “God, why are you so responsible?”
“Because the day I get you pregnant, you will have my ring on your finger. Also, knocking you up now would really impede all the plans I have for fucking you over the next few years.”
She laughed against my neck and shifted off my lap. “Only you would use words like impede during sexy talk.”
I might not have been willing to fuck her in the car, but I wasn’t done with her yet, either. I followed her with my upper body into her seat. Palming her breasts, I said, “You want to come, Ash?”
Her eyes heated as she nodded.
I looked around the empty back parking lot of the restaurant, knowing that my entire family was probably in the front, waiting for us.
Fuck it.
“Take your pants off and open your legs,” I ordered, pressing two fingers into her mouth.
She swirled her tongue around them in a familiar way, sending blood rushing back to my softening cock. I popped my fingers from her mouth while she fumbled with tearing her jeans and panties down her legs.
“This needs to be quick, so I want you to talk to me. Tell me what you like.”
Her eyes grew wide. “I like when you touch me?” She phrased it as a question.
I smirked. “I got that much. But how?” I glided my damp fingers over her pussy, spreading her before pushing two fingers inside. “Like this?”
Her head fell back against the headrest.
“Or like this?” I asked before dropping my thumb to her clit.
She all but clawed her way up the seat.
Like that.
“Oh God,” she panted as I hurriedly circled the sensitive bud.
She undulated as my fingers continued to pump inside her. I wished it were my cock, but as I watched her lose herself, it was almost better. Her hips rolled into my every thrust until she finally stilled. Her nails bit into my forearm as her whole body tensed. Then a strangled cry escaped from her throat and her cunt pulsed around my fingers.
My thumb continued to circle her clit until the orgasm faded into hypersensitivity.