The Right Men for the Job

“Jesus Christ,” Vico said, “this is making me so hard.”

“If that’s making you hard, wait till you see this.” Grabbing Deacon, she stepped back and lay over the bonnet of her car, hitching her skirt higher and opening her legs as she rested her heels on the bumper. She chuckled softly when she saw their surprise. “Hey, I have fantasies too, okay?”

“There was me thinking this was another one of mine.” Deacon ran one finger down the outside of her panties, right where they clung in her damp groove, sending her nerve endings into a frenzy. Her body snaked under his touch. The car’s suspension creaked.

“Do you think the car is up to it?” he asked.

“Hey it’s a classic, it’s built to last. Besides it’s my fantasy.”

Vico was at their side. “If we make a dent, we repair it, fair enough. This I have to see.”

Deacon latched his hands around the top of her panties and pulled them off. He rested his head on one side, admiring her as she kicked up her legs to assist. Again he breathed her scent appreciatively from the fabric, and it made her squirm.

“For safe keeping,” he said as he put them in his jeans pocket.

Astrid smiled. “I don’t think my knickers are ever safe when you two are around, but I appreciate you taking care of them.” She was scarcely able to believe that she was lying on the bonnet of her car with her skirt up around her waist while two mechanics with obvious hard-ons watched. She felt alive, vibrant, and it was so good she wanted it to last and last.

Deacon drew his fingers down into the niche of her exposed sex folds, and her breath caught. She drove her hips up to meet his touch, her gaze locked with his. Meanwhile, Vico’s fingers teased delicate circles of pleasure across the open palm of her hand while he kissed her breasts.

“Oh please,” she cried.

Deacon slid a finger inside her and touched the receptive flesh that ringed her inner sex with muscle. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, “inside and out.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said, and then bit her lip, chuckling.

When her sex clamped around his fingers, Deacon cursed.

“Man alive, I have to feel that on my cock, right now.” He opened his fly and his cock jutted out, hard and solid and long and thick. She whimpered. He shook his head disbelievingly and pulled a condom from his pocket, quickly opening it and rolling it on.

His eyes were wild as he pressed her thighs apart, his cock rigid and hot against her splayed pussy. He kissed her, his tongue thrusting into her open mouth, while he eased his cock inside. Astrid reached her tongue to flick against his, inviting him further inside her. When she clutched her core around the head of his cock, he groaned and thrust deeper. The shaft of his erection rode up against the front wall of her sex, stretching and pleasuring every ounce of her. Breathless, suffused with pleasure, she cried out as he hit home against her cervix. Their eyes locked, and she saw a look there in his expression that made her chest ache.

In that moment of stillness before the passion swept them away, she glanced over his shoulder at Vico. His eyes sparkled, his contained energy creating static in the atmosphere all around them. He reached out to her and she tugged on his hand, her mind racing with suggestions of its own. The atmosphere had become intense.

“What are you thinking, Vico,” she breathed.

“I think you can probably guess.” He looked at Deacon, his eyes alight.

“Maybe.” She got the word out as Deacon pulled back and then thrust deep. “It's Deacon, isn’t it?”

Deacon froze, and then moved again.

“No,” Vico said, “it’s both of you. I want you both. I’ve been warming Deacon up to the idea.” He st

roked Deacon's backside, and Deacon’s cock seemed to swell even more inside her. Vico paused. “Does it bother you?”

“No. It turns me on even more.” It was the truth, and deep down she knew that’s what the tension between them was about, it was about this.

Deacon began to slow his thrusts. She felt the hesitance that signalled his anticipation. When Vico moved, Deacon looked at her, his eyes dark with lust. She could see that he wanted it. Then he turned to Vico, and Vico grabbed him around the back of his neck and they locked together in a deep and passionate kiss, right over her.

Deacon’s cock swelled inside her, and she cried out. “That is so hot.”

When they parted Astrid saw Vico donning a rubber. She saw him rip open a sachet of lube as well and slick it over the head and shaft of his sheathed cock. Meanwhile Deacon moved slowly, with shallow strokes, his eyes on hers as he waited.

Vico stood behind him, his hands roving over Deacon’s back, and lower, to his hips. Deacon’s shoulders rippled in response, and his eyelids lowered, his lips parting, when Vico stroked him. A low moan escaped his handsome mouth, and his slow thrusts faltered, Astrid knew that Vico had to be readying him. Everything about the way he was responding told her that Vico was preparing him for entry, and that made her so hot that she undulated restlessly under him, unable to help herself.

Deacon cursed, the look in his eyes almost beseeching.

Then Vico started to enter him, and she felt every ounce of it through Deacon’s responses, his body like a conductor between them. His thrusts slowed and then paused, his face contorting with pleasure/pain as he took on the dual pleasure of penetration, and that of being penetrated. She felt his cock reach and grow even harder, like he was about to come. It sent her wild and her legs lifted, her fingernails embedding on his shoulders.