watching them in the water ball competition, watching him too, not just Garrett. It all filled his mind and pushed out thoughts of anything else. Damn the consequences. For the first time he had her, all of her, all day and all night, and nothing was going to ruin it.
Reaching the truck, he opened the passenger door to lift her up to the bench seat, tracking Garrett heading for the driver's side.
"I know you're not drunk, but you still had two beers in the last half hour. Better safe than sorry."
He nodded, jumped into the passenger side of his own truck, and tossed over the keys. Remembering the feel of her snugged tightly between them on the way here, he wondered what he would manage to do to keep his hands busy now that he wasn't driving.
Twisted away from him, she gave him a good view of her perfect, round ass framed in her faded jeans as she leaned into Garrett and he whispered in her ear. The sight had him swallowing back a groan, and his cock jumped to attention. He heard a low giggle as he tried to wipe the thought of taking her like that from his head. Garrett might have said nothing was off limits, but that didn't mean he felt at ease to assume anything. Hell, he hadn't seen Garrett even touch her ass; for all he knew, she would have a heart attack if she knew he was thinking about burying his brute of a cock in there. He wiped the perspiration that sprang up on his forehead as Carrie settled herself between them, a wicked looking little smile and a slight blush on her face.
Garrett started the truck, wound his way out of the jammed parking lot, and headed out on the dark road. One thing about being in northern Michigan at night, when it got dark, it was dark. Black dark.
"Go on, baby, don't get all shy now. We've gone a little too far for that, don't you think?" Garrett urged Carrie.
John stiffened. Only an idiot would misunderstand there was intent behind his words, or that he wouldn't be some way involved in whatever Garrett had been telling her.
Her slim fingers on the button of his jeans as she looked up at him told him all he needed to know. Her eyes just a little wide, the color indiscernible in the dark cab of the truck, she needn't have bothered with the whisper. "This is for taking care of me back there."
"Thanks for what you did, John," Garrett added.
"No big deal." The words came out a low grunt as Carrie reached into his boxers, and her warm hand circled him, pulling his dick free of the confinement. He almost laughed at the absurdity of being thanked when he should be on his hands and knees giving thanks for Carrie's mouth inches from his cock.
"Wow," she breathed. "Is it ever not like this?"
He barked out a short laugh. "Not with you around, hell no." He lifted his arm to the back of the seat and slid his hips lower, looking down at her as she held him, her fingers beginning to move up and down on the shaft. Tensing, he struggled to keep his breathing steady while she looked him over, every inch, studying how he moved in her hand. The whole thing was so simple but sexy as hell, watching her checking out his cock without the slightest bit of hesitation. He stole a glance over at Garrett, who appeared to be trying to watch the road while sneaking glances at his wife getting up close and personal with John's cock. The idea of how hot watching her with either one of them was came back to him as he had a brief flash of watching Garrett sliding into her wet pussy on the bed at the cabin.
"What did you just think?" Carrie asked, sounding a little breathless and a whole lot intrigued.
He realized his cock had jumped in her hand, and she looked up at him, a grin crooking up the corners of her mouth.
"You. Garrett. Earlier." His jerky answer matched the slow stroke she had started with her fingers.
Smiling, she watched him struggle for the words.
"You both seem pretty turned on by seeing what the other one is doing. I don't get to sit back and watch, so I have no idea, but I'm not complaining, that's for
Reaching the truck, he opened the passenger door to lift her up to the bench seat, tracking Garrett heading for the driver's side.
"I know you're not drunk, but you still had two beers in the last half hour. Better safe than sorry."
He nodded, jumped into the passenger side of his own truck, and tossed over the keys. Remembering the feel of her snugged tightly between them on the way here, he wondered what he would manage to do to keep his hands busy now that he wasn't driving.
Twisted away from him, she gave him a good view of her perfect, round ass framed in her faded jeans as she leaned into Garrett and he whispered in her ear. The sight had him swallowing back a groan, and his cock jumped to attention. He heard a low giggle as he tried to wipe the thought of taking her like that from his head. Garrett might have said nothing was off limits, but that didn't mean he felt at ease to assume anything. Hell, he hadn't seen Garrett even touch her ass; for all he knew, she would have a heart attack if she knew he was thinking about burying his brute of a cock in there. He wiped the perspiration that sprang up on his forehead as Carrie settled herself between them, a wicked looking little smile and a slight blush on her face.
Garrett started the truck, wound his way out of the jammed parking lot, and headed out on the dark road. One thing about being in northern Michigan at night, when it got dark, it was dark. Black dark.
"Go on, baby, don't get all shy now. We've gone a little too far for that, don't you think?" Garrett urged Carrie.
John stiffened. Only an idiot would misunderstand there was intent behind his words, or that he wouldn't be some way involved in whatever Garrett had been telling her.
Her slim fingers on the button of his jeans as she looked up at him told him all he needed to know. Her eyes just a little wide, the color indiscernible in the dark cab of the truck, she needn't have bothered with the whisper. "This is for taking care of me back there."
"Thanks for what you did, John," Garrett added.
"No big deal." The words came out a low grunt as Carrie reached into his boxers, and her warm hand circled him, pulling his dick free of the confinement. He almost laughed at the absurdity of being thanked when he should be on his hands and knees giving thanks for Carrie's mouth inches from his cock.
"Wow," she breathed. "Is it ever not like this?"
He barked out a short laugh. "Not with you around, hell no." He lifted his arm to the back of the seat and slid his hips lower, looking down at her as she held him, her fingers beginning to move up and down on the shaft. Tensing, he struggled to keep his breathing steady while she looked him over, every inch, studying how he moved in her hand. The whole thing was so simple but sexy as hell, watching her checking out his cock without the slightest bit of hesitation. He stole a glance over at Garrett, who appeared to be trying to watch the road while sneaking glances at his wife getting up close and personal with John's cock. The idea of how hot watching her with either one of them was came back to him as he had a brief flash of watching Garrett sliding into her wet pussy on the bed at the cabin.
"What did you just think?" Carrie asked, sounding a little breathless and a whole lot intrigued.
He realized his cock had jumped in her hand, and she looked up at him, a grin crooking up the corners of her mouth.
"You. Garrett. Earlier." His jerky answer matched the slow stroke she had started with her fingers.
Smiling, she watched him struggle for the words.
"You both seem pretty turned on by seeing what the other one is doing. I don't get to sit back and watch, so I have no idea, but I'm not complaining, that's for
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