Cast the Cards

“Ass.”

Carey chuckled at his brother’s scowl. “Don’t worry, bringing you into the twentieth century will be painless, I promise. You’ve got the whole hipster, emo thing going. We’ll work with that.” He patted him on his back and guided him to the closet.

Chapter Nine

Shell-shocked, Savannah sat in truck wedged between Carey and Clark in the front seat. When Carey opened the door to the apartment, revealing them both, the wind had been let out of her sail. Clark looked gorgeous in a pair of faded denim jeans that highlighted his killer ass and a soft black T-shirt, and black sneakers. Seeing Carey beside him in a similar outfit made her pussy weep.

A strange tension she didn’t understand filled the cab. Clark wasn’t mad. The arm he’d wrapped around her waist conveyed that. Carey drove with his hand on her upper thigh. Warm and aroused, she worried her lower lip between her teeth. They were silent. The rock music turned on low became the background.

“You’re really quiet, Vannah. It’s not like you.” Clark brought his fingers up to twine in her hair. His cool fingers brushed her neck, and she jerked.

“Jumpy?” Carey squeezed her thigh, sliding his hand up to the area where upper thigh met pelvis. Digging his fingers in the crease, he traced up and down. Her breath stuttered.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Relax, Vannah. Let us take care of you.” Clark’s lips brushed her ear.

Us! Her chest heaved. “I- I don’t—”

“Don’t think, just feel.” Clark brought a hand up to cup her breast and she gasped.

“We decided it was time to get the Three Musketeers back together again for an adult reunion.” Carey brushed her pussy with his knuckles, and she hissed.

“She already soaked through her jeans, Clark. I think she wants us.”

Clark spread her legs wider and his hand joined his brothers. The feel of his cool fingers beside Carey’s sent pleasure rocketing through her body. Her breath hitched. Her hands moved down to grip their legs.

“Are you going to let us fill you up? Take you every way possible, and make you ours?” Clark’s whispered words were impossible to refuse.

“Yes.”

“That’s our girl.” Carey circled her clit through her pants. She squirmed in her seat.

“I think she needs a little relief, Clark.”

“H-here!” The chance of being seen thrilled her.

“Anywhere and everywhere.” Clark unbuttoned the top of her pants and worked his way down the front of her underwear. His fingers hit her heated core like a cool breeze.

“Oh.”

“You’re so hot and we,t Vannah.” Parting her lips, he found her stiff clit. “I used to daydream about touching you like this, watching you come apart for me.” He circled faster. Her head fell back against the seat.

“Make her come on your fingers, Clark.” The sensual purr of Carey’s voice made her groan.

“Those sounds are music to my ear,s baby.” Clark’s fingers moved from her clit and sank inside.

“Clark!” She jerked, lifting her hips off the bench.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck my fingers.” He curled his digits, brushing a spot that made her see stars.

“Oh! God, yes!” He hit the spot over and over again. She pressed her feet against the floor, arching her back as she rode his long fingers harder. Her pussy quivered and she clamped down on his digits, screaming as she exploded. He continued to piston through her orgasm taking her higher then she’d ever flown before. A few moments later, breathing hard, she turned to watch Clark suck her flavor off his fingers.

“Mmhmm, you taste like heaven. I can’t wait to eat that tight little pussy.”

“First I think I need to return the favor.” She opened his jeans with dexterous fingers, freeing him from his boxer briefs. Two thin veins ran on either side of his swollen length. The angry red, mushroomed tip yielded a translucent drop of moisture. She scooped up the pearl with her tongue, savoring the tangy flavor.

“Take him in your mouth, Vannah. I want to see you swallow his hot come.”