bumping her hip. Dillon looked down at him, then slid a hand around it, pumping gently.
“ Aw, fuck,” Ben breathed, hips moving. “Yeah, just like that.”
Dillon smiled and sped up. Lark watched, hardly believing what was happening. Dillon was still inside her body, but his attention was on Ben. Hell, her attention was on Ben, too. He was sweaty and so gorgeous he took her breath away. She slid an arm around his shoulders, bringing him closer, and he leaned against her, breath coming faster.
“ Yeah, that’s it,” Dillon murmured. “Give it up to me, Ben.”
Ben ’s cock was slick and Lark realized it was from earlier, when he’d orgasmed inside her. The thought sent another twinge of arousal through her. She kissed his temple, watching as Dillon stroked him expertly, his strong hand firm and tight.
“ God, Dillon, I’m close.” Ben sounded wrecked.
Lark held on, wanting to feel his orgasm. When he stiffened, muscles going taut against her body, Lark watched, fascinated. He groaned, long and deep, and then his cock jerked in Dillon ’s hand. Dillon slowed down, massaging down under Ben’s balls. Ben shook under her arm. Dillon’s prick twitched inside her. She gasped, grinding down instinctively. Watching Ben climax had them both aroused again. When Ben finally slumped against her, Dillon huffed a laugh against her temple.
“ We’re never going to get to the campground at this rate,” he said, amusement threading through his voice.
Lark snickered. “You didn’t even take your clothes off.” She paused, eyeing Ben. He was still catching his breath. “ Neither of you took your clothes off.”
“ Yeah, well, we were in a hurry.” Dillon smiled against her lips, kissing her lightly.
“ What he said,” Ben added, straightening up.
Lark watched as he stretched. His jeans were halfway down his legs, but he didn ’t seem the least bit self-conscious. His cock hung limp and was suddenly so much smaller Lark couldn’t believe the difference. Dillon lifted her up off his lap and onto the ground. She winced as her bare feet hit the sharp pebbles on the side of the road.
“ I lost my virginity on the hood of a car,” she muttered disbelievingly, trying to find a spot to stand that wouldn’t hurt her feet. “And where the freaking hell are my shoes?”
Dillon snorted. “You didn’t just lose your virginity, you had a threesome, outside where anyone could see. I’m impressed,” he teased.
“Are you calling me a slut?” she asked him, mock-frowning.
He shook his head. “No! No, would I do that?” He’d pulled up his pants, but left the top button open. He looked sexy. Messy. Delicious. Lark tried to glare at him, but he scooped her up, depositing her in the back seat of the car.
“ Not helping! And yes, you would totally do that,” she said as she scooted back. “My underwear is missing, too. Why do you think this is funny?” she asked, pointing at him. Dillon laughed, tugging at his pants.
Ben tossed her panties in, hitting her on the chin. She shifted her ire to him, grabbing her underwear and wiggling them onto her hips. “Seriously? Don’t I even get a hug?” Inside she felt gleeful. Happy.
Ben stuck his head inside and kissed her quickly, smiling at her. “I’ll hug you all night long when we reach the campground, Lark.” He ducked back out and gathered the rest of her clothes, shaking the dust out of them before handing them to her.
Lark watched him go. Disappointingly, he ’d managed to put himself back together a little better than Dillon. Not that it matters, Lark mused, eyeing him up and down. Even completely dressed he’s gorgeous. She found it hard to believe she’d had sex with him. Aside from the buzz in her muscles and the slight ache in her pussy, she didn’t feel any different. That lack of strangeness made her feel… strange. Abruptly, a pang of guilt shot through her. How could she be so happy when Olivia had just died?
She wondered if Ben or
“ Aw, fuck,” Ben breathed, hips moving. “Yeah, just like that.”
Dillon smiled and sped up. Lark watched, hardly believing what was happening. Dillon was still inside her body, but his attention was on Ben. Hell, her attention was on Ben, too. He was sweaty and so gorgeous he took her breath away. She slid an arm around his shoulders, bringing him closer, and he leaned against her, breath coming faster.
“ Yeah, that’s it,” Dillon murmured. “Give it up to me, Ben.”
Ben ’s cock was slick and Lark realized it was from earlier, when he’d orgasmed inside her. The thought sent another twinge of arousal through her. She kissed his temple, watching as Dillon stroked him expertly, his strong hand firm and tight.
“ God, Dillon, I’m close.” Ben sounded wrecked.
Lark held on, wanting to feel his orgasm. When he stiffened, muscles going taut against her body, Lark watched, fascinated. He groaned, long and deep, and then his cock jerked in Dillon ’s hand. Dillon slowed down, massaging down under Ben’s balls. Ben shook under her arm. Dillon’s prick twitched inside her. She gasped, grinding down instinctively. Watching Ben climax had them both aroused again. When Ben finally slumped against her, Dillon huffed a laugh against her temple.
“ We’re never going to get to the campground at this rate,” he said, amusement threading through his voice.
Lark snickered. “You didn’t even take your clothes off.” She paused, eyeing Ben. He was still catching his breath. “ Neither of you took your clothes off.”
“ Yeah, well, we were in a hurry.” Dillon smiled against her lips, kissing her lightly.
“ What he said,” Ben added, straightening up.
Lark watched as he stretched. His jeans were halfway down his legs, but he didn ’t seem the least bit self-conscious. His cock hung limp and was suddenly so much smaller Lark couldn’t believe the difference. Dillon lifted her up off his lap and onto the ground. She winced as her bare feet hit the sharp pebbles on the side of the road.
“ I lost my virginity on the hood of a car,” she muttered disbelievingly, trying to find a spot to stand that wouldn’t hurt her feet. “And where the freaking hell are my shoes?”
Dillon snorted. “You didn’t just lose your virginity, you had a threesome, outside where anyone could see. I’m impressed,” he teased.
“Are you calling me a slut?” she asked him, mock-frowning.
He shook his head. “No! No, would I do that?” He’d pulled up his pants, but left the top button open. He looked sexy. Messy. Delicious. Lark tried to glare at him, but he scooped her up, depositing her in the back seat of the car.
“ Not helping! And yes, you would totally do that,” she said as she scooted back. “My underwear is missing, too. Why do you think this is funny?” she asked, pointing at him. Dillon laughed, tugging at his pants.
Ben tossed her panties in, hitting her on the chin. She shifted her ire to him, grabbing her underwear and wiggling them onto her hips. “Seriously? Don’t I even get a hug?” Inside she felt gleeful. Happy.
Ben stuck his head inside and kissed her quickly, smiling at her. “I’ll hug you all night long when we reach the campground, Lark.” He ducked back out and gathered the rest of her clothes, shaking the dust out of them before handing them to her.
Lark watched him go. Disappointingly, he ’d managed to put himself back together a little better than Dillon. Not that it matters, Lark mused, eyeing him up and down. Even completely dressed he’s gorgeous. She found it hard to believe she’d had sex with him. Aside from the buzz in her muscles and the slight ache in her pussy, she didn’t feel any different. That lack of strangeness made her feel… strange. Abruptly, a pang of guilt shot through her. How could she be so happy when Olivia had just died?
She wondered if Ben or
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