They both knew how to get under my skin, how to rip me apart from the inside out and make me like it. I expected that from Manson, but her? How the hell could she read me so well? How did she figure out the little things that drove me wild? I could always feel her watching me when she was near, but it was like she was reaching into my soul, taking a casual look around, and figuring out exactly what made me tick.

She made me feel like I was going to fucking lose it, even more than usual.

Her eyes squeezed shut as she came, and I was right there to see every expression as she fell apart. Manson braced his hand against the window next to my head, fucking her until he shuddered and came inside her with a groan. We’d watched each other fuck before, but God, there was something about seeing him with her.

There was something about the way she looked at him, and how manically enraptured he was with her. Was this how he felt when he watched us? I’d never fully understood the voyeur thing, but I didn’t have his level of self-control. I could hardly bear to watch without participating, while he got off on exactly that.

He eased out of her, catching his breath for a moment before he leaned back and took her with him. He turned her around, so her back was against his chest and her legs were splayed open on the seat, facing me.

“Eat her,” he said, his voice still rough.

Even having just orgasmed, those words riled me up all over again. I leaned forward, not giving a fuck about anyone else who happened to be in the parking lot around us. They could damn well look away if they didn’t like it. Jess tasted amazing with Manson’s cum dripping out of her. Every time I stroked my tongue over her clit, she bucked up against my mouth.

“Tell him how it feels,” Manson said as her beautiful green eyes stared down at me between her legs. I wanted to feel her come again. I wanted her thighs to squeeze around my head as her body convulsed with pleasure.

“Your tongue feels so good,” she moaned, wiggling against me and grinding on my mouth. Manson’s hand pressed down on the back of my head, encouraging me to keep going. “Oh God, Lucas, yes…”

I pressed my tongue into her, savoring the taste of Manson inside her and her desperate little cries. She shuddered, thighs tightening. She clenched them around my head, and I lost myself in the moment. Who could care about oxygen when her pussy tasted so fucking good and she sounded like that — so sweet and helpless and full of need.