Chapter 15

Lacey

It doesn’t take long to finish dessert. I can see the limo pulling up as Sam pays the bill.

He grips my hand as we start to walk toward the doors, lifting it to kiss me on the back of my knuckles. As we approach the limo, the driver opens the door for us. I let go of Sam’s hand and slide into the big, soft leather seat.

I position myself in a corner, resting my head back. As Sam slips in and the door closes behind him, I lift one leg and place it on the seat next to me. As he turns and faces me, I deliberately swing my other knee out.

“I hope you didn’t fill up too much,” I give him a cheeky smile and a wink. He stares down my open skirt, eyes lingering on the view.

“I’m starving, absolutely starving,” he moves towards me as the limo begins to roll smoothly out of the restaurant. The momentum makes him stagger forward a bit and he catches himself by my knees.

For a moment, he just looks into my eyes.

“You’re so beautiful.”

I lean forward, touching his face.

“You’re gorgeous,” I kiss him softly on the lips. There’s more than passion between us. I’m kidding myself if I want to say these are casual encounters.

I’m starting to feel something so much more than lust. Not just for Sam, for all of them—my boys.

Sam grips my knees lightly, smiling as he leans down and disappears under my skirt. He pushes my legs further apart, just gently, as his lips touch my pussy.

He dives straight in at the deep end. I’m so wet already, as I feel his lips push me open, trembles run from my belly right up to my lips. As his tongue flicks out, deeper and harder, goosebumps rise on my arms and legs.

I reach up, curling one arm over the seat’s back. I rock my hips forward, urging him on. He stops, sits up and lets his eyes trail over me. Slowly, he pushes up my skirt until it’s over my hips.

He reaches up and opens my blouse, so the gorgeous silky lace is exposed. My skin looks dusky under the lacey shadows. My nipples peek through the patterns, getting hard and jutting up through the soft fabric.

Sam uses one hand to gently rub my clit. I gasp, holding myself steady against the seat as my spine bows. He grins as he watches me get more creative with pressure and friction. My hips rock back and forth, begging for more.

One hand comes up and lightly rubs my nipples. I keep my eyes closed, head thrown back. I try to twist under his hands to spread the sensations.

Without warning, he reaches around and grabs my ass, lips reaching for my clit. He presses it with his tongue, teasing it with the tip. He uses his lips, sliding them across it, alternating between tongue and lips.

Just when I think I can’t take anymore, he moves down, joyful moan slipping out as he puts his mouth deep into my pussy. I rock my hips forward, sharp panting breaths coming out of me.

I want to grab his head and urge him deeper, but I’m braced against the seat with both arms. If I let go, I’ll fall to the floor. I’m not worried about falling, I just don’t want the pleasure to stop.

Sam moves back to my clit, bringing up one hand to tease my pussy while he eats the clit. The feel of two fingers sliding into me while he sucks and licks my clit is too much. I have to move.

I bring one hand down on to his head.

He grabs my ass with his free hand, squeezing my cheeks as he pumps me hard with two fingers. I rock hard with my hips, holding his mouth exactly where I want it. The orgasm is slow to build.

I can feel it there, just out of reach.

“Don’t move… Don’t move…” I whisper breathlessly, jerking my hips against the force of my hand on the back of his head. Keeping his lips on my clit.

“Oh, oh, oooh…” My breath shudders out of me and the orgasm comes from two places at once, muscles clenching and spasms coming from deep inside, and my clit shuddering and sending sparks of pleasure through my whole body.

The two orgasms seem to run into each other, somewhere inside, where they feed on each other and throbbing waves of pleasure rock through my every cell.

When I can think, I blink a few times. I raise my head to see Sam sitting between my knees, watching me with a smile.

“I love watching you,” he whispers breathily, “you’re so gorgeous. It gives me so much pleasure to know I can make you feel that good.”

My smile is slow and lazy. I reach forward, grinning. He sits up and takes my face in his hands. I kiss him a long time and let it linger, exploring deep into his mouth, small moans of pleasure slipping out from both of us. My hands explore his neck to his shoulders, down his bulging arms and flat belly.

I pull back, just a little, so I can look into his eyes.

“I need to be fucked now. After all that foreplay, I’m aching inside. And even after that orgasm, I feel an ache, so deep in me. Only your cock can find it. Fuck me hard, fuck me deep.”

He smiles slowly, kissing me once more. He pulls me forward.

“Lean on the seat, on your knees.” He shuffles back to give me room. I lean on my elbows on the seat, leather creaking under me.

I feel Sam come up behind me, touching my ass gently. He leans in and kisses my pussy, moving his lips and mouth over the deep lips.

The ache inside me is getting stronger and harder. It feels sharp somehow, growing the longer he teases me.

“Put it in. God, Sam, please! Put your big hard cock in me and fuck me!”

He keeps eating me out, slowly, softly. Tongue and lips gentle and lazy. My hands ball up into fists. I rock myself forward, bringing my ass up higher as I position my knees even further apart.

“Please fuck me, Sam. Fuck me now!” I’m gasping with need, pressed against the leather seat, rocking gently to the motion of the limo.

Finally, I feel his mouth move away. He grabs my hips firmly.

“Forgive me, my lady. I don’t ever mean to disobey you, but your pussy was too tasty. I got terribly distracted.” He starts sliding his cock in slowly.

Too slowly. I claw madly on the seat, trying to thrust myself back on to his cock. But Sam holds my hips, not letting me move. He forces me to stay still while he slides in. I can feel my pussy stretching around him, cock getting harder and harder as he watches the show.

I’m trembling, I can’t take much more of this. The sensation of his cock sliding slowly into me, pushing my lips apart is utterly exquisite.

But it’s not enough. The ache is deep, deep inside, and it won’t be satisfied until he thrashes me, not until he fucks me so hard and fast that my pussy muscles are forced to give up and loosen.

Right now, my pussy just keeps getting tighter and tighter, fighting the hardness of his cock.

I feel the warmth of his body against me as his cock reaches that spot, deep inside. He goes still, holding himself tense all over. I grab the seat and force myself backwards, driving his cock deeper and deeper. I screw my hips from side to side and thrash up and down as he stays still and hard, cock thrust out like a massive flagpole.

I stop, gasping, shaking, trembling against the seat. For all my movement, that hard aching place inside me still burns.

I feel Sam grip my hips, lightly stroking across my lower back.

“Are you done now? Are you going to let me fuck you?”

He slides his cock out, right to the end, before ramming it right in again, slamming it fast.

“Or do you just want to fuck me? Is that how it’s going to be? If you want to be thrashed, you have to stay still.”

He strokes outwards, whole length of his cock going out, then slamming it back in, pinning me hard to the seat.

“If you really need to be thrashed, you have to let me fuck you. Are you going to stay still and let me fuck you?”

“Yes!” I gasp against the leather seat, pussy burning and aching. “I’ll stay still. Just fuck me, please! Fuck me hard and fast! Punish me with your massive cock. Please, Sam, please…”

The ache inside me, spreading around his cock where it’s pressed deep in me, intensifies. I can feel the muscles getting tighter and tighter, gripping him.

Sam grabs my hips and starts thrusting, taking care to draw all the way out before slamming back in. I open my legs up as far as I can, gripping the seat, trying to get my head down and my ass high so my pussy is wide open for him.

He brings one hand up to grab my shoulder, one hand gripping my hip. He speeds up, cock getting harder and thicker the faster he goes. Even at such a hard, cracking pace, he is careful to draw all the way out and thrust all the way back in, treating me to the full length and hardness of his amazing, thick, long cock.

Pressed between his hands that hold me so tight, slammed against the chair by his hips, I feel the fluttery beginnings of the deep orgasm. I moan, helplessly thrown against the leather seat, jerked up and down by his force.

I feel his cock getting harder and thicker as he starts to yell.

“Yes… Lacey, Oh, God, yes!”

I start to shudder, the deep explosions in my pussy trickling out into my fingers and toes. I can’t move as my body shakes all over.

The delicious sensation of his cock jerking inside me, pumping as he comes, is wonderful. But it’s just an afterthought, icing on the cake.

My own orgasm has blown the world away. I can barely breathe, let alone get up.

Shaking, covered in sweat, I feel Sam slip out of me. He gathers me up in his arms, pulls me on to the seat.

I curl up against his chest, wrapping one arm tightly around his smooth, hard belly as he cradles one arm around me.

His scent, his heat, his arms. Pleasure flows through my veins like warm sunlight. All that I need, at least for the moment.