West helps me kick off my panties and shorts, and Mason hooks my legs over his, spreading me wide for Cam and West to see. I don’t even realize we’ve stopped moving, but I sense another pair of eyes on me as Mason slowly rocks in and out of me, and I look up into the rearview mirror, spotting Beck watching me intently. It’s only then that I realize he must have pulled over to watch.
His eyes are hooded, and glancing down, I can see his arm moving as it tugs on his dick. Looking at Cam, I notice he has undone his seatbelt and turned around in his seat, leaning back against the dash with his hand down his shorts too.
With all of their eyes on me, and Mason’s deft fingers rubbing my clit in time to his slow thrusts, it doesn’t take long to reach that ultimate high, and I cry out as I spasm around Mason, feeling his seed hit my inner walls as he grunts into my neck.
I turn my head to kiss him, even as I feel hands lifting me off his lap, and the next thing I know, I’m straddling West, my knees pressed into the leather seat either side of his hips as his dick slides through mine and Mason’s combined juices.
Even though I’ve just come, I can feel the telltale clenching in my lower belly as I rock my hips and stare into his eyes. His thrusts are rough and demanding, but the look in his eyes is full of adoration. I forget about the others watching as I get lost in his touch, until I’m once again diving head-first off that cliff and into oblivion, collapsing against him as he reaches his own release.
I take a second to catch my breath before climbing off him and turning to face Cam in the front seat. He meets me with a hopeful expectation shining in his lust-blown eyes, and I smirk as I squeeze between the front seats and climb into his lap. His back is still resting against the dashboard, and his hips rock against mine as I settle over him.
“You don’t have to, if you—”
I press my finger against his lips, cutting him off, and slide my other hand between our bodies until my fingers circle around his dick. “I want to.” Lifting myself up, I position him at my entrance and slowly slide down until he’s fully seated inside me. His hands squeeze my hips and he leans forward, capturing my lips with his as I begin to move.
“Fuck,” I hear Beck groan from beside me, drawing my attention.
“Think you can suck him off while I fuck you, baby?” Cam purrs in my ear.
I lick my lips and bite my bottom lip, which is all the consent Beck needs before he pushes his seat back and pulls out his dick. Cam lifts me off his lap, and I move to sit on my knees on the passenger seat, leaning over the center console toward Beck as Cam shifts so he’s standing with one foot in the floorboard, his other perched on the seat cushion to give him some leverage. I can feel his chest against my back as he leans over me, positioning himself at my entrance before pushing inside me once again.
I moan as I grasp the base of Beck’s cock in my hand and run my tongue along his length. His hands thread through my hair, pulling it away from my face so he can watch me as I bob up and down on his dick, while Cam slowly builds the momentum higher and higher with every thrust into my pussy.
I lick and suck on Beck’s dick until I feel his hold tighten in my hair, letting me know he’s about to come. I hollow out my cheeks, taking him as deep as I can, faintly aware of his spluttered curses as he spurts down my throat.
Using his grip on my hair, he gently pulls me upward, slamming his lips against mine and tasting himself on my tongue. I feel Cam’s fingers circling my clit, and it’s like a bomb detonates somewhere inside me. I come so hard I see stars, screaming into Beck’s kiss as I practically strangle Cam’s dick, feeling when he finds his own release.
Sweaty and breathless, I collapse against Beck, and he strokes my hair, murmuring sweet nothings into my ear. I’m still coming down from my high when I’m lifted into the backseat, and Mason and West fix my clothes back in place. They wrap a blanket around me as I pass out in a post-orgasmic haze, surrounded by the four men I love.
Chapter 17
After our day at the beach yesterday, it is jarring to come back to reality, but sadly the real world is calling, in the form of homework, studying, and Emilia banging on the front door.
“Do you have a death wish?” I hear Hawk snarl, and the threatening tone of his voice has me wriggling out beneath the manmeat I’m sandwiched between and rushing around in search of something decent to throw on.
“Please, Davenport, like you would do anything to me.”
I groan at Emilia’s comeback, and I hear someone snicker from the bed behind me.
“Why is she taunting him?” I grumble to no one in particular, finally finding a pair of shorts to pull on. Snatching up a random top, I launch myself out the door, barely getting it pulled over my head before I reach the pair of them.
Emilia has her finger shoved in Hawk’s chest, and he looks like he’s about two seconds away from ripping her head off. Jesus, help me.
“Emilia,” I exclaim brightly, hoping to diffuse the situation. “What’s up?”
I had to cancel our study session at the library the other day, after my little episode, and with being at the beach yesterday, I haven’t seen her in a couple of days. She looks slightly different than normal, but I can’t put my finger on what it is. She seems more annoyed than normal, or maybe she’s carrying less tension in her shoulders.
The two of them glare at each other for another moment before she turns her attention to me, and just like that, the pissed off expression she was wearing morphs into one of excitement as she holds up a flyer.
“Look!” she squeals.
I cast my eyes over the flyer. “A graduation party?” I fail to see why a graduation party has her so excited, but no doubt she’s about to explain it to me.
She huffs out a sigh, like she has no idea what she’s going to do with me. “It will be our final hoorah. The last time we get all dressed up and go to a party on campus.”
“So?”
She rolls her eyes. “So, it’s the end of an era! We have to go!”
“Ugh,” I groan. “Do we really?”
“Yes! You’re going. We need dresses.”
“You have the dress you wore last time.” I grimace, remembering what happened to mine—such a waste of money.
“You can’t wear the same dress to two parties in a row! We need to go shopping. A new thrift store opened up in Liberty Point, we should check it out.”
Hawk leans over and whispers in my ear, “Remember that money I mentioned before?” When I just look at him in confusion, he continues, “You deserve to have some fun. Go spoil yourself.”
Emilia squeals, having apparently overheard him, and we make plans to go into town the weekend before the dance. It isn’t for another couple of weeks. Unfortunately, we have final exams to get through first. Exams I am guaranteed to fail if I don’t start logging more hours studying in the library.
The problem is, we have to deal with my mother before I can even think about studying and exams and normal school problems, so that evening, instead of heading to the library, where it seems like every other student on campus is going, I head to the guys’ dorm room so we can all discuss our next move.
Mason grabs all of us some Thai from the dining hall for dinner, and we sit around the island as we tuck in.