Test Drive (Watchers Crew) Page 9

  My head fell back on the pillow, but it didn’t land on something soft. I turned my head to see Hawk dozing peacefully beside me. On Eagle’s next tongue flick, I gasped.

  Hawk’s eyes slowly opened and focused on me. He tilted his head down to the body beneath the sheets. Then quirked an eyebrow at me. I grasped his forearm as Eagle swirled his tongue around my clit.

  Hawk rose on his elbow and watched my body undulate to Eagle’s ministrations. He reached over and ran his thick forefinger over the parted lips of my mouth.

  The sheet covered Eagle’s upper body. I couldn’t see what he was doing or anticipate his moves. He had my ass in a vice grip and complete control of my hips and pussy. I moaned deep as he covered my entire vagina with his mouth and slurped.

  Hawk chuckled. “Fuck, I love that sound. You like that sound, sweet meat?”

  My answer was unintelligible. Hawk ran his fingers lightly over my face, tracing the outline of my open mouth. Eagle sucked on my clitoris, exaggerating the audio effects. I whimpered helplessly, pleading with my eyes as I looked at Hawk.

  Hawk’s fingers continued their journey over the planes of my face. He was now at my eyelids, running his forefinger lightly over my lashes. He traced the crinkles at the edges. His own eyes narrowed in wonder, locked on my every motion and cry. His tongue swayed back and forth over the tip of his upper lip. His tongue’s movements were in tune with my whimpers as though he was the conductor and my mouth was the instrument. He seemed hypnotized.

  Eagle stuck his tongue deep into my core, his nose rubbed at my clit.

  I gasped, but I didn’t break eye contact with Hawk. Hawk inhaled the breath that escaped my gasping mouth as though he could taste the sensations swirling inside me. I was close. I knew they both sensed it.

  Hawk’s jaw tensed. He snuck a glance down at the sheet-clad body between my legs. Then turned back to me. Like a thief in the night, he stole down to my mouth and nibbled at the corner of my lips as I panted.

  But he did not kiss me. Not like last night. The tease of his lips was more than I could handle. Every time I tried to turn my face into his to catch his lips, he withdrew and went to the opposite side of my face. I didn’t understand why he wouldn’t kiss me again. My brain couldn’t offer any cells to ponder it.

  When Eagle pushed me over the cliff, Hawk captured my lips and devoured my cries of ecstasy. His tongue fell in tune with Eagle’s machinations, only Hawk sought deeper into me, his tongue trying to touch my soul. I reached up and pulled his head down to mine trying to give him what we needed. He let me, threading his hand through my hair and clenching me to him.

  A throat cleared above us.

  Hawk jerked away from my lips as though they were fire. We broke apart to find Eagle wiping his mouth.

  “If you two are finished braiding each other’s hair…” Eagle drawled.

  Hawk sobered. “What the fuck do you want, E?”

  Eagle tsked with a grin on his face. “Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed.”

  Hawk growled, aggression rolling off of him where there had been tenderness before.

  Eagle smirked. He lowered himself down on top of me. His lower body pressed my knees open wider. The heft of him felt good between my legs. He hovered over my lips without touching them.

  Hawk growled beside him.

  Eagle only grinned. He brushed a stray hair from my lips with his fingertips. He turned to Hawk while he toyed with my nipples. “You got a visitor.”

  “I’m unavailable right now,” Hawk snarled.

  “You sure? It’s scheduled maintenance.”

  Hawk spared me a glance before he rolled off the bed. His face was closed off.

  “You sleep well, sweet meat?” Eagle asked.

  I turned my attention back to Eagle who traced the outline of my breast. “I did. Thank you for the wake up call.”

  Eagle grinned. I noticed he had dimples on both sides of his cheeks. It made him even more devastating. “That’s what I like about you, sweet meat. You got manners. You show your appreciation.”

  “Unlike some assholes who barge in without knocking.” Hawk pulled a t-shirt over his massive frame.

  “Never needed to knock before,” said Eagle. “You never had anyone spend the night before. I don’t think you’ve ever fucked in this room? Unless it was your right hand.”

  Hawk’s jaw tensed the more Eagle talked. I heard his teeth grinding. “Ellie, get dressed. Eagle will get your car ready.”

  I made to sit up and winced.

  “Poor girl’s pussy has been used good,” said Eagle. “Did you give her soak?”

  Hawk’s looked away, shame-faced.

  Eagle tsked again. “See what I mean, Ellie? No manners.”

  Hawk made to step towards Eagle.

  Eagle rose from the bed to meet him.

  “I’ll run her a bath.” The silky voice came from the doorway. Owl stood in the hall, bare chested. Hair sleep mussed.

  Hawk didn’t spare me another glance. He stormed out the room with a grinning Eagle in his wake.

  Owl regarded me from the doorway, looking me up and down. It was then I remembered I was completely naked in Hawk’s bed. Owl crossed the room and headed for the bathroom.

  I heard the sound of the water running. I got up, wrapping a sheet around me and went into the bathroom.

  Owl sat on the toilet seat adding oils and salt to the bath. He looked up at me and quirked an eyebrow. I followed his teasing glance to my hands clutched around the sheet.

  He’d seen me naked. Everyone who’d been in the house had seen me naked. I had nothing to hide. I let the sheet fall to the ground.

  He held my hand like a gentleman and brought me into the bathroom. He closed the door behind me.

  “If you’re going to be fucking this much you need to start a soaking regimen,” he said.

  I made a note of the brands of oils and bath salts lined up on the bathroom cabinet because I fully intended to be fucking this much.

  I looked back at the closed door and hesitated. “Where’s Shakira?”

  “Home.”

  “You didn’t sleep over there with her?”

  “I’m not a teenaged girl, Ellie. I don’t do sleepovers. Plus, I prefer to sleep alone.”

  Hawk had said something similar the other night, that he didn’t do sleepovers. But here I was getting out of his bed this morning.

  “Will she get mad?” I asked. “Shakira. Will she get mad if she finds out?”

  “Finds out what?” Owl frowned. His eyes roamed leisurely and unapologetically over my flushed breasts and bare pussy. “I’m not going to fuck you, Ellie.”

  I felt a supreme sense of disappointment at that statement.

  “I’m just giving you a bath. So there’s nothing for her to find out about.”

  The tub filled. He held out his hand and helped me into the basin. The water was hot, but amazing on my aching core and limbs. It smelled divine, like a bouquet of flowers. I slipped under the waves of the water and felt at home. I closed my eyes.

  This was how I wanted to go to sleep every night, cradled in Hawk’s arms while he fucked me slowly. I wanted to wake up every morning to Eagle slipping between my thighs and licking my cunt. I was hoping to walk down the stairs and find Crow lying in wait to pounce on my chest and suck my nipples for breakfast. And then, after the fucking festivities, I wanted Owl to run me a bath to soothe my aches and pains. All so I could get up and do it all over again.

  But then I remembered. My dream wouldn’t be happening this weekend. I was supposed to go away with my boyfriend, Jerry. He’d booked a cabin where we would spend the night and have sex for the first time. Both of us were supposed to lose our virginities together.

  I hadn’t even thought about Jerry in the past couple of days. I couldn’t go away with him now, not since I’d already lost my virginity the other night. Not since I’d already fucked not one, not two, but three guys and had no plans to stop any time soon.

  W
ait.

  My math was wrong.

  It was more than three guys that had made themselves at home in between my legs. It was now four guys. I let out a sigh of pleasure as Owl’s hand slip between my legs.

  Chapter Nineteen

  I opened my eyes to see Owl peering between my thighs. “You look sore, Ellie. You should probably keep your legs closed for a day or two, if you know what I mean.”

  I frowned at his prognosis. I had no intentions of closing my legs to Hawk anytime soon. In fact, I was eager for him to get back from the shop so we could have some afternoon delight.

  Owl looked down at me and laughed. It was clear those eyes saw more than he ever had occasion to say.

  “Hawk is like any man, he likes the chase. Don’t make it too easy for him.” Owl’s hand caressed the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my outer labia.

  I thought about those words as Owl moved his hand down to massage the skin where my thigh met my butt. “Is that why you want Shakira? Because she makes you chase after her?”

  Owl smiled, but he didn’t answer me. His eyes crinkled when he smiled. His fingers grazed over my swollen pussy and went to the other thigh. His strong hands worked the muscles there.

  “She seems very territorial.” I thought about her demands to know if I was fucking Owl. “So you two are…?” I let my sentence trail off hoping Owl would pick up the definition of his relationship with Shakira.

  He chuckled, a low grumbling sound that I felt in my core as his wrist grazed the sensitive flesh there. “Exactly,” he said. “We are a set of ellipses. As yet to be defined.”

  His voice was so soothing. He was likely to lull me back to sleep if I kept listening to him talk.

  “How do you want to be defined?” I asked, mostly just to keep myself conscious. Between his roving fingers and his hypnotic voice, I was liable to sink down into the tub and drown in absolute ecstasy.

  Owl shrugged. “I like Shakira. I like fucking her. She doesn’t like when I fuck other girls. I want to keep on fucking her. So…”

  “So you’re not fucking other girls so long as you want to keep fucking her?”

  “That’s right.”

  “And when you want to start fucking other girls?”

  His thumb traced the outline of one of my labials. “If I want to start fucking other girls, I’ll tell her and we’d probably stop seeing each other.”

  He pulled my fleshy skin between his thumb and forefinger, working it back and forth. I raised my eyebrows at him in question.

  “I’m not fucking you, Ellie. Trust me, you’d be screaming for more if I were fucking you.”

  “Then what are you doing?”

  “You’re sore. I’m giving you a massage. Helping you work out the kinks. I’m sure you’d do the same for me if I pulled a muscle or had a cramp.” He rubbed his thumb in a circle around the folds of my pussy. “Plus, if I were fucking you, I’d make sure you came.”

  Owl’s fingers stretched my pussy lips. The circular, kneading motion just as hypnotic as his voice. As he made bigger circles, he grazed my swollen clit. I couldn’t speak. I bit my lip.

  “You’re not gonna come, are you Ellie? Because if I fuck a girl, I always make her come. It would be rude not to and I was raised with manners. Only an inconsiderate, selfish prick would leave a girl high and dry between her legs.”

  I began moving my hips in time with his pussy massage. He moved his fingers back to my outer lips and pressed on the muscles between my thighs. He drove me insane. Every time I came close to coming, he’d change tactics, change the pressure of his fingers, change the area of his focus. By the time he was finished torturing me, the water was cool but my body was steaming hot.

  Owl got up and pulled the plug. The water left the tub in a rush. I was left feeling ready to burst if a soft breeze blew my way.

  Owl helped me out of the tub. My legs wouldn’t support me and I collapsed into his arms. He smiled down at me. There was what looked like care and tenderness on his face. I wrapped my arms around his neck. I pressed my body into his, feeling his erection. I leaned in to his lips and-

  “Whoa, Ellie. What are you doing?” He held me away from him, looking at me as though I’d lost my mind.

  I was dumbfounded, aroused, frustrated and confused.

  “Kissing is something guys do with their girls, not with a piece of tail. No offense.”

  I forced my legs to work, and I stepped back. Hawk had kissed me that first night. He hadn’t kissed me in the orgy, but he did last night when we were alone. And again this morning when he thought Eagle wasn’t looking. He’d gotten pissed when it looked like Crow was getting too close to my lips last night, and again this morning when Eagle hovered over my lips. But he had kissed me. It had to mean something.

  Owl leaned down and kissed my forehead. “Come on, let’s get you dressed.”

  Owl toweled me off, spending a lot of time on my breasts and ass. He tried to make my pussy dry but with each swipe of the terry cloth, I only got wetter and wetter. He gave up with a wicked smile and led me back into the bedroom. He dressed me in my own clothes; bra, skirt, blouse. No panties. They were tithed to Eagle.

  He walked me down the stairs with a hand on my lower back. That hand felt like a sensual weight that I wanted to sink lower.

  We walked out of the house and across the road to the garage. I saw my car parked on the street, ready to go.

  When we got inside the garage, Crow leaned back on the bench just as he’d been when Hawk took my virginity. Eagle leaned against a wall. In the center of the room stood a scantily clad woman. Her hands were on Hawk’s chest, making clear suggestions.

  Hawk watched her impassively. The same bored expression he’d worn last night before he’d spotted me standing in his living room. The girl leaned into his face as though she would kiss him. Hawk jerked back with a wince of disgust. Eagle chuckled. Hawk turned and scowled at him.

  But then, as though he sensed me coming in, Hawk’s eyes shot up to me. My heart skipped a beat when his dark eyes landed on me. I watched him do a heated scan of my body. I felt hot everywhere his eyes touched me. When he reached my face again, I smiled up at him. Something unreadable passed over his features. It was as though his face shuttered, like he’d closed the metal doors on the garage.

  He looked away from me and reached out to the girl. He grabbed her by her upper arms and spun her around. He shoved her into the wall and hefted her skirt.

  My legs stopped moving.

  Hawk pulled down the girl’s thong. Not all the way down, just enough so that her pussy was exposed. The girl’s eyes closed in ecstasy, her grin spread as wide as her legs.

  Hawk hastily undid his belt and pulled out his dick. He grabbed a condom from his back pocket, strapped it on, and rammed his dick up the girl’s pussy. It all happened so fast.

  The girl howled in pleasure. Crow applauded in a slow gulf clap. “Yeah, make those titties bounce, Hawk.”

  Eagle laughed and turned his back on the scene. He winked at me as he passed by me and headed back into the office.

  Hawk pumped his dick brutally into the girl. She sang a chorus of harder, harder, harder. He did so. His thrusts were so hard they slammed her repeatedly into the wall.

  “You like that?” Hawk slapped her ass. The loud crack broke through the air. “Whose pussy is this?”

  “It’s yours, Hawk. It’s your pussy. Only yours.”

  I felt light-headed. I realized it was because I was panting. Not the good kind of panting that I’d done last night and this morning. The smell of raw sex saturated the atmosphere. I couldn’t get enough clean air down my lungs and I refused to take in any more of the stench.

  A pair of arms came around me from behind. “Hey, sweet meat. You’re still here.” Crow’s hands found my breasts. He pinched my nipples. But it felt wrong. It all felt wrong.

  Hawk looked over at me just then as he pumped into the girl, driving her to orgasm. I broke free of Crow’s hold.

 
“What’s the matter, sweet meat?” Crow called from behind me.

  “I have to get to class,” I called over my shoulder as I hurried for the door.

  I headed out to my car. Once outside, I took in gulps of fresh air, trying to fill my lungs and clear my head. I rubbed my eyes against the glare of the sun trying to wipe the sight of Hawk fucking another girl in front of me out of my mind.

  Had he wanted me to like it?

  Should I have liked it?

  He’d spent the night watching his boys fuck me. It was clear to see that he’d liked watching that. I’d seen the ecstasy in his eyes as he’d watched me soar with Crow and Eagle’s dicks in me. It was as though he shared my pleasure, took joy in it. It was as though he wanted his boys to push me higher than he could on his own.

  I’d seen him fucking Mrs. Pettigrew the day before. I’d seen him with a girl in his lap as I came into the party. But watching him with that girl just now? It felt wrong. Something about the way he’d looked at me before he’d taken her, the way he’d looked at me as he was ramming into her, it made my stomach hurt.

  I yanked at the door of my car. The door wouldn’t budge. I remembered I’d given Eagle my keys when I left my car here for servicing. I closed my eyes and leaned against my car. I did not want to go back in there to the garage.

  I heard a jangle behind me.

  I steeled myself. I did not want to face Hawk. I couldn’t even tell myself to put my big girl panties on. Eagle had them. I turned around. A brown hand held my keys out to me.

  “You’d have figured it out sooner or later, sweet meat,” Eagle said. “He’s an asshole that’ll fuck anything with a warm cunt. We’re all assholes that’ll fuck anything with a warm cunt.”

  I thought back to last night when Eagle had had his dick buried up some girl’s ass. Hawk had had some girl in his lap. Crow had had two girls on him. Owl had been pressed up against Shakira last night too, but he’d had his hands between my thighs this morning. There had been a house full of girls eager to get their chance at any of their cocks.

  If they wanted to share me, it meant I had to share them too. Could I do that?