Benefits? Trixie pressed her knees together and sighed. That was putting things lightly.
“When she was pregnant, her doctor warned her boyfriends about the dangers of multiple partners within one sex act.”
“Trust me, Doctor,” Brock interrupted him. “We’ve heard similar warnings. Remember, this isn’t our first rodeo.”
“Right.” He focused on Trixie. “But I think it’s important for your wife to understand the dangers of simultaneous penetration while pregnant.”
“She is aware of any potential dangers,” Brock said, giving her a heated appraisal. “We take very good care of our woman.”
“Absolutely,” Rory piped in.
“Very well,” he said. “Good luck to all of you.”
“Thanks again, Doctor,” Trixie said, waving at his back.
“You’re so ridiculous,” Rory said, catching her wrist and bringing her fingers to his lips. “What do you say we get out of here?”
Her gaze immediately met Mitch’s. “When will I see you again?”
“Soon,” he promised. “After our romp in the bathroom, I honestly don’t know how I’ll keep myself from you.”
“I don’t either,” she said, stripping her nightgown away and prancing across the room for her clothes. “I guess you’ll just need to visit frequently.”
Mitch growled and slapped her ass. “You watch for me, baby. I’ll be in Fletcher before the week is out.”
They said their farewells to Mitch, and Trixie somehow managed to hold back her tears. Brock slid in the backseat beside her and clasped his hand around hers.
“Are you okay, babe?”
Trixie rested her head on his shoulder. “I’m good.”
He kissed the top of her head and locked gazes with Rory when he adjusted the rearview mirror. “Pervert.”
“Always,” Rory readily admitted.
Trixie snuggled closer and Brock put his arm around her, drawing her down to his lap. Staring into her beautiful blue eyes, he said, “Mitch will be fine, baby. After you gave him a little send-off, I wouldn’t be a bit surprised if he doesn’t make his way to Fletcher before tomorrow morning.”
“Do you really think so?”
“No,” Brock replied. “But he won’t stay away long.”
“How do you know?”
Brock pushed his hand underneath her shirt and unhooked the front latch on her bra. Cupping her breast, he ran the pad of his thumb over her extended nipple. “I couldn’t stay away from you. You’re like a damn drug.”
His cock pressed against her back and she mashed against him. “You’re horny.”
“Yes, ma’am, I am.”
“What can I do to help with your predicament?”
His cock twitched as he thought of what he needed most. He could ask for a blow job and she’d willingly give him one of the best, but the fact was—he wanted more. He needed more.
“Rory, watch for cops,” he said, dragging her over his lap.
Trixie straddled him. He reached for the lever at the side of his seat and the leather bench reclined.
“There we go,” he rasped, tucking his hand underneath her.
Stroking her with the back of his hand, he watched as she eagerly responded to his touch. “Do you want to fuck me, sub?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“How badly do you want to fuck me?” he asked, throwing his arm over the seat. He reached for his strategically placed bag, one he’d put in the cargo area prior to leaving the hospital.
“You figure it out,” she drawled, rubbing that hot pussy all over him.
“Undress from the waist down,” he said, moving her aside and grabbing a few items from his leather satchel.
“You’re prepared.” Trixie shot him a saucy wink and wiggled away from her slacks.
“I’m teaching you a few lessons while we’re on the road.” He cupped her bruised cheek. The reminder of what she’d almost cost them when she’d left camp in the middle of the night was his undoing.
“You’re still angry?”
“I’m more furious with myself than I am with you, but I’m disappointed. You can’t act irresponsibly now, Trixie.”
“And you’re using sex toys to teach me this?” she asked, eyeing the nipple clamps.
Rory’s gaze met his. Brock snickered. “Yes, sub, we’re using sex toys to teach you discipline.”
“Good luck,” she taunted them, her sass in full swing.
“You’re the one who needs the luck, baby,” Brock said, pinching a nipple and twisting the hard point until she arched her back and whimpered softly against his ear.
“Be easy, Sir,” she whispered, throwing her calves over his thighs. “I’m fragile right now. Remember, I’m pregnant.”
“I know, doll,” he said, manipulating her other hard bud and grinning when she responded. “And that’s all the more reason for us to make sure you’re always properly aroused and stretched before we take you. I sure wouldn’t want to hurt you right now.”
“I’m wet, stretched, and more than ready to handle you.”
“I’ll be the judge of that,” Brock said, lifting her shirt and securing the rubber-coated tubular clamps to her nipples.
“Should I be scared?”
“Very,” Rory teased, resting his wrist over the padded steering wheel and leaning over the seat in an obvious effort to check out Brock’s handiwork.
“Keep your eyes on the road,” Brock bit out.
“Don’t listen to him,” Trixie said, reaching across the front seat and combing her fingers through Rory’s hair.
“Hold still,” Brock said, securing the metal screws to adjust the tension. “How’s that feel?”
“Tight,” she replied, gritting her teeth.
“Is it too much?” he asked, tapping the end of one clamp.
“You didn’t tell me they vibrate!” she screamed, her back arching. “Brock!”
“Beautiful,” he whispered, eyeing her glistening pussy. “Relax.”
The four-inch tubes shimmied in unison and Brock hardened as he watched her tremble in delight. “That’s absolutely perfect.”
He patted her pussy and ran his finger through her slick folds. “If I’d thought ahead of time, I would’ve swiped one of Mitch’s clit clamps and you would’ve been singing the O-song by now.”
“I can hum anytime. You just let me know when,” she whispered, jacking her hips off the seat.
“No you can’t.” He slapped her bare mound and enjoyed her responsiveness. Her legs widened and her knees fell to the side. “You’ll wait for permission and that may take a while.”
“Tell me what I can do to please you, Sir.”
“Roll over,” he demanded.
She immediately complied.
He focused on the round shape of her behind and silently cursed himself for failing to put two and two together. For weeks now, Trixie had been complaining about her weight gain. Now, it made perfect sense. The vixen had been pregnant and they’d just ignored the signs.
Stroking her globes, he parted her crease with his thumb, pushing the weight of the digit between her cheeks and searching for the more sensitive, tighter entrance. She bucked under the pressure.
“Lube, Brock,” she said sharply.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he told her, withdrawing his hand and slapping her ass. “And it’s Sir. Remember?”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, kicking up her feet behind her and resting her toes on the window.
Rory glanced over his shoulder. “Oh that’s pretty.”
Brock waggled his brows and studied Rory in the mirror. “You don’t have the image I have embedded in my mind now.”
“I can only imagine.”
Trixie’s fingers crawled over his thigh, inching closer and closer to his dick. “Can I suck your cock, Sir?”
He threw his arm behind his head. “If you can grab it, you can have it.”
“Such a man,” she muttered, working with his zipper and tugging his length free of his jeans.
As soon as she wrapped her fingers around his length, he was as hard as metal. His leg muscles tightened. His ass clenched.
“Sip the end, sub.”
Her mouth slowly opened as if her lips were being pried apart. He could see the devilment dancing in her eyes. She planned to make this exquisite experience downright torturous.
She drew the crest between her lips and twirled her tongue around the head, flattening the middle over his slit. Her eyes rolled back in her head and she hummed against his length as she sucked him to her throat, let him go, and brought him between her lips once again.
“Delicious,” she whispered, nuzzling him.
“Damn, baby, that’s so sweet,” he rasped, guiding her head over his cock.
“Let me remind you of how Rory and I were teased. We watched you fuck Mitch the day you left the camp. Then, we had to listen to you and Mitch tear down the bathroom walls earlier today.”
She rose to the tip and gave him a long lick. “Your point?”
“I won’t last long,” he informed her, grabbing a handful of hair and holding her away from his cock.
His dick twitched at her lips. A bubble of his excitement oozed from the slit.
“Like that?” he asked, mesmerized as she coated her tongue in the transparent film seeping from his cock.
“Love you,” she whispered. “Love your taste.”
“Prove it, vixen.” Brock threw his head back and rested his neck on the headrest.
Trixie cupped his balls. She dropped her mouth over his hard length, sucking as she took him to her throat and tightened her puckered lips around his size.
Her wicked fingers traced the veins in his sac, mashing against them with deliberate pressure. The pleasure-pain shot through his shaft and he lifted his hips, launching a rhythmic beat.
Trixie spread his thighs and gripped them with those damning claws. Her nails raked across his flesh. She suckled the end of his cock and took her time torturing him, making him want, making him need.
“Suck, vixen,” he growled, throwing the weight of his dick forward.
He wanted to come. He needed to find his release. But there she was, rising and falling over him with a speed as slow as a gentle wake rolling toward shore.
“Fuck me with those pretty lips, sugar.”
“Will you reward me?” she asked, sliding her tongue forward and back.
“Damn straight,” he grated out, gripping the handlebar above his head.
Her eyelashes fluttered. She lowered her chin and took him to her throat, letting him tap her tonsils as he worked after his release.
“There you go,” he rasped. His words were clipped as he struggled to hang on for another second, just one…more…moment.
Trixie pressed her thumb to the base of his shaft. Her cheeks swelled with his size.
“Ah God!” he screamed.
He pumped his hips faster and faster. He used the balls of his feet and threw his weight forward, forcing his cock down her throat.
“You’re gonna get it now, baby.”
“Mmm,” she hummed, vibrating against his shaft.
His balls burned. His cock lengthened. His crest tapped against the roof of her mouth. “Fuck!”
She gripped his dick with a tight suction and he jerked violently against her. His release poured into her mouth as she swallowed rapidly, her body writhing against the seat as she worked out her own sexual frustration while delivering him over the edge of satisfaction.
“Ah, baby, you’re so good to me,” he crooned, patting her ass.
Dragging a tube from the pocket door, he doused his fingers in lube and parted her globes, enjoying the way her mouth stayed on his cock, working him back into an easy erection soon after his release. Stuffing his fingers between her cheeks, he probed her sensitive entrance.
“Brock,” she whispered, nuzzling him.
“Relax, precious,” he said, kissing the top of her head. “I’m about to give you one hell of a surprise.”
The tubular vibrations were driving her mad. Her nipples throbbed from the overactive sensations zipping through her breasts. She could’ve come with very little inspiration, but then Brock thrust his fingers inside her ass and it was all over in a matter of seconds.
She writhed under him, twisting and turning as her orgasm shook through her. Brock rubbed the texture of her channel with the pads of his fingers as she ground against the leather seat, needing more, wanting a truer fulfillment.
“Brock, please!” she cried out as three firm digits speared her rectum, puncturing her tighter entrance with giving fingers but not quite removing that slow burn, that insatiable urge clenching her pussy.
“I need more,” she begged, her head resting on his thigh. “More, Sir. Give me just a little bit more.”
“Quit whining, Trix,” Rory said, glancing over his shoulder. “It’s unattractive.”
She pushed her body upward and stuck her head over the front seat. “You just sit up there and be quiet.”
Rory nodded at Brock, and Brock raised his arm high, giving her a firm smack on the ass. “Respect, Trixie. You always show us respect.”
“It’s earned, Sir,” she told him. “And with that spicy male taste of yours still tingling against my tongue, I can only think of one way for you to earn it right now.”