Men of Station 23 [Uniform Fetish 1] (Siren Publishing Menage Amour) by Stacey Espino Page B

the smooth metal. She’d been so achy, so wanting, and now savored the fullness, the stretching.
    There were clear glass panels on the massive garage doors. If they weren’t hidden behind the truck, anyone in the driveway could see what they were doing.
    “Let’s bring her to the room,” said Darius.
    “No, it’s better out here.” Aaron pulled Conall away from her and turned her around. Part of her felt bereft when the cock slid out of her pussy. But she much preferred to see the men rather than the steel grating in front of her. Tammy craved to touch them, feel an intimacy between them, even if it was a lie. She was good at fantasies. The only difference from this one was that she got to experience it firsthand. “I’ve always pictured her on one of the trucks.”
    The cowboy slid off his damp undershirt. He wore a thin leather necklace with a ring hanging on it. It looked stunning against the hard, tanned planes of his chest.
    “Should I get the jaws of life?” asked Jake. What the hell did that entail?
    “Not today. We have two weeks with our little wildcat,” said Aaron as he trailed a finger along her inner thigh. She glanced to his side and saw Conall’s erection with her own eyes. The man was hung like a horse, his cock thick and virile. He slowly stroked himself which somehow made her more anxious to continue this sex party. “Are you ready for me?”
    She nodded, parting her legs. He didn’t dash to fuck her like Conall had. He moved with the grace of a panther, tracing her curves with a narrowed gaze. Once close enough, Aaron lowered his head and latched onto her breast. She wasn’t expecting his hot, wet mouth to seek out her nipple. It felt exquisite as he tugged on her sensitive flesh. So much attention. So many men.
    “That feels good,” she murmured. Her head lolled on her neck, her eyes closed. She filed each wondrous sensation to memory, hoping never to forget how these men made her feel. It would be nice to remember on the lonely nights in her apartment when it was just her and her vibrator.
    “Wait ’til you see what we have in store for you, sweet thing. We’ve been dreaming about this day for months but never expected it to happen.” Aaron sounded like her. The men of Station 23 were her fantasy turned reality.
    He unzipped his pants and tugged her to the edge of the platform. Darius was standing next to him. Two solid bodies ready to claim her. “If you want us to stop, just say the word,” said Darius, staring her in the eyes. When she said nothing, he gripped the back of her head, his fist clenching a handful of hair. He brought her face forward and kissed her hard on the mouth. At the same time she felt the broad head of Aaron’s cock begin to penetrate her slit. She didn’t know where to focus, her body alight with heat and fire.
    “Fuck, she’s tight,” said Aaron.
    “She’s perfect.” Conall’s deep voice was so close, she imagined his hands could be on her, too. She felt rough hands on her tits, her hips, her thighs. There was a mix of pleasure and pain as she was fucked and fondled like never before. She didn’t even try to open her eyes now, too lost, floating on a virtual cloud of sensation.
    Before she could even focus on what they were doing, she was lifted off the truck, Aaron’s stiff cock still fully penetrating her as he supported her around the hips. She held his shoulders and kept her legs wrapped around him to keep from falling.
    She dared to peek open her eyes. Her cunt was only a breath away from erupting, her orgasm balancing on a precipice. She wanted to live in the sweet zone, the delicious realm of preorgasmic bliss. If she gazed upon her gorgeous men, it would be enough to push her over the edge. Jake’s beautiful green eyes stared back at her, intense and unreadable. She reached for him but he stayed inconveniently out of her grasp.
    “Have you ever taken two men, Tammy?” asked Conall. His voice sounded drunk on sex, low and