Heavy footsteps on the concrete behind him made him stop short. He started to turn, expecting to see someone going to their car. Instead a muscled shoulder pushed him against the side of his vehicle. The bag of food slipped to the ground as his arms were jerked behind him. Tristan went wild, trying to shake off the hold, but his assailant held fast, saying only, “Dammit, stay still.”
Could it be?
“What the fuck?” Tristan began, seconds before a soft, curvy body slid up against him and cool, silky fabric covered his eyes.
“It’s just us,” the woman murmured, tightening the blindfold. “You’re safe.”
The momentary surprise and panic transformed into a rush of blood that funneled straight into his cock. He knew that voice. Recognized her innocent peach smell and the wicked lips that brushed his Adam’s apple.
“See, unlike when someone else tried that move, we didn’t give you time to get afraid,” Caity said, her tone amused. “Or much time, anyway.”
The questions on Tristan’s tongue fell away as a broad hand gripped his erection from behind. “Nope,” Matt said, chuckling. “Unless fear means insta-boner.”
Tristan started to laugh, but he cut it off abruptly when the hand on his cock grew rough. Then another, more gentle hand joined in. It cradled his sac, nested tightly in his jeans. So fucking good. They hadn’t touched him in too long, and he hadn’t realized exactly how much he’d needed them to until this very moment.
He groaned. “What the hell are you two doing?”
“Isn’t it obvious?” Matt asked huskily.
They squeezed and fondled him until his breathing became little more than gasps. Speak. “Apparently…not.”
“Then allow us to elaborate,” Caity breathed hotly near his ear. “We’re kidnapping you.”
Chapter 14
“Do you know where we’re going? And what we’re going to do to you when we get there?”
Caity’s sensuous questions probably would’ve hardened his balls all on their own. When coupled with her pleasuring his shaft through his pants, he couldn’t hold back his exhale.
He’d been doing a lot of that since they’d herded him into Matt’s SUV. They’d been driving for a while, but he hadn’t been bored. Not with Caity making such good use of the traveling time.
She’d started with kissing his neck and sucking on his earlobe while she explored the ridges of his stomach under his shirt. Then she moved on to stroking his hard-on and licking his collarbone, before finally kneeling between his legs and going to town on his dick through the material.
“Yes, to your first question. To your second…” His voice failed him when her lips sealed around the head and pulled. “Fucking hell. I’m about to ruin very expensive pants,” he managed.
“Mmm. Maybe we’ll cut these off you and save them as a souvenir. How would you like that?” She palmed his sac and squeezed while she orally tormented him. “Though we might not have to cut them off, since you’re about to poke out over your belt.”
“Jesus Christ,” Matt said. “So much for that one being innocent.”
“Not anymore.” Her singsong voice would’ve made Tristan laugh if she hadn’t slipped lower to tongue his balls. “Matt, where is that spot that’s so sensitive on guys? The place to press if you want them to come?”
“Uh-uh, no.” Tristan tried to scoot backward on the seat, but his bound arms and her rigid hold on his thighs didn’t give him much ability to move. She was a hell of a lot stronger than she looked, though truthfully, he didn’t try that hard to get away. He wasn’t a fool. “Don’t tell her, Matt.”
“Okay.” The SUV shuddered to a stop, and Tristan glimpsed a flicker of movement through the blindfold. “How about I just show her?”
Caity held his cock out of the way, giving Matt plenty of room for his demonstration. Then Matt pressed the special spot between Tris’s sac and his asshole while Caity finally unzipped his pants and released him before drawing the head of his cock into her mouth.
A second later, Tris came with a shout loud enough to shake the truck.
She sucked and sucked some more, uttering those little purring noises she’d perfected; then she crawled onto his lap and sealed her lips over Tristan’s as the SUV lurched into motion. Or maybe it was just a wave of dizziness. Either way he groaned as her coated tongue lapped at his before she reached down and started jerking him off. Again.
“You’re not going to be stingy with your orgasms tonight, are you?” Her sultry whisper coiled in his belly, teasing his dick to wake from its brief slumber. “We expect you to live up to your end of the bargain.”
“What bargain?” God, was that really him? His voice sounded thready and exhausted. Already.
The woman he loved was one hell of a vixen. And the man he loved made her a deviously sexy
partner in crime.