Along for the Ride

Jason moved first, lifting his hips, rubbing the head of his cock up and down against the hard protrusion that was so narrowly separated from his inside her. Calvin responded, rocking in time.

Georgie’s body went limp, malleable. It could only roll forward and back on each wave of sensation caused by these two rutting cocks inside her. Her hair was damp against her neck, and Jason leaned into her throat, licking the salty sweat from her skin. She began to come, her mouth opening. A low, desperate cry lost in the crush between them, her body clenched and spasmed. Cal was grunting, his body taut with effort, his hips thrusting fast between her buttocks. Jason was panting, his cock rock hard, at its most swollen as it finally reached its goal. The boiling hot welts of his semen came flying free inside her. Georgie gripped close to his head, weak with sensation.

Her anus was being pummeled. The sensations caused by them coming had sent Cal out of control. He was rutting against her furiously, the sensation of her tight, forbidden passage and the spasms of orgasm had enticed his angry cock. His balls banged hard up against her tender, stretched perineum as he reached the point of no return. His cock began to leap -- once, twice, three times, before he pulled out, still spurting furiously over her buttocks and thighs. Georgie finally collapsed in a sweaty heap between them.

“Bloody hell,” she gasped eventually, “I think I’ve lost contact with my legs.”

“That good, huh?” Jason teased, laughing.

“You won’t be laughing when you have to carry me to the car,” she retorted as she tried to extract herself from the tangle of arms and legs and glanced about for sight of her clothing.

“Carry you?” Cal replied, deadpan. “I thought you didn’t need our help.”

She managed to get free and turn round just in time to give him a playful slap.

“I could manage without it.”

“Could you really?” His expression was suddenly serious. He was questioning her in a deeply intimate way.

Probably not, Georgie realized. But she didn’t say anything. Not just yet.

* * * * *

“We should be there by eight.”

Jason looked at Cal over the edge of his coffee cup and nodded. “Good stuff. I’ll call my sister in the morning. She’s got small children, so a daytime visit would be better.”

Cal didn’t reply. He was watching Georgie, who was standing up against the counter of the service station cafe, asking for an extra sprinkle of flaked chocolate on her cappuccino.

“You’re smitten. Admit it.”

Cal turned back to face him. He didn’t seem surprised. Cal gave a wry smile and sat back into the hideous plastic banquette.

“She fascinates me; I can’t deny that.”

“She’s one hot sex kitten, that’s for sure. But there’s more to it than that, isn’t there?” Jason smiled knowingly. This one was going to run and run, he was sure of it.

“Yeah, there’s more to it.” When Cal eventually looked up to meet Jason’s accusing stare, he gave a sheepish smile.

The Austrian had fallen in love. Who’d have guessed it would ever happen? “Why don’t you hang on to her, if that’s how you feel?”

Cal stared back across the café, his expression troubled.

“Face it, Cal. The reason you were able to get inside her for that painting of yours was because you were connecting with her on some other level.”

“You really think so?”

Cal wanted to believe it. That much was obvious. “Yes, I do.” Something inside of Jason gave way, something that was locked up hard and fast inside him. Something that knew and understood what he was witnessing between Cal and Georgie. They cared about each other, above and beyond. He recognized it, and it scared him that he hadn’t recognized it when he’d had the chance at something similar. “Cal, don’t let her get away. Tell her.”

Cal sighed heavily. “Fuck knows if that’s even possible. I can’t even think straight, and I don’t know how to handle it. I’m not ready. I mean ...” He shrugged. “I didn’t think this would happen.”

“She was always yours. I just got lucky getting in on the act.” Jason gave a cheeky grin. “Please, don’t make the same mistakes in life that I have. Don’t let it slip away.” He shook his head sadly and took another swig of his coffee.

Thankfully Cal didn’t have time to reply to his comment or quiz him about his reference, because Georgie slid back in against him on the banquette at that moment, draping her free hand over his shoulder and winking conspiratorially at Jason.

“See, I told you I could get him to give me more chocolate.”

Cal’s hand slid possessively onto her leg under the table, his other hand moving into her hair.