“Before you do that,”—I pulled my legs onto Axel’s lap and turned to him—“Will you switch places with me?”
Axel lifted me onto his lap then he slid over, lifted me and set me down between him and J.P. “Better?” he asked.
I leaned back, one hand on Axel’s knee the other on J.P.’s. “Much.”
We hit the highway, and that’s when Santiago really kicked it up a notch. It was a smooth ride, but I could feel the speed. It was exhilarating. I held onto the legs of my Marines and I did not keep my hands from wandering. They seemed to have minds of their own-and dirty minds, at that. They wandered along the thigh and over the crotch. I could feel that my Marines were happy to be seated next to me.
Seated in front of me, to my left was Manny, his head bowed slightly forward yet still pressed against the roof of the car. I reached over and slapped the back of his neck.
“Hey!” He turned and glared first at J.P. but then saw me smiling. “What was that for?”
I shrugged. “I don’t know. Your neck just looked like it’d be fun to smack.”
“And was it?”
I beamed. “Very.”
He twisted his lips into a pensive expression. “You know, if you smack me again, I’ll be forced to retaliate.”
I fluttered my eyebrows. “Is that a promise?”
“It is, yes.” He eyed me suspiciously then turned back around, slowly.
I didn’t smack his neck again. It wouldn’t have been as fun if he was expecting it.
Tristan, sitting directly in front of me, turned to me and said, “Are you comfortable?”
“Very,” I replied. “Are you?”
He frowned. “It’s a tight fit, still it’s a shame you aren’t closer.”
I slipped off my shoes, squeezed my leg between the two seats and set in on his armrest. “Here, you can be close to my leg.”
He gave my leg a hug like I had just given him a brand new puppy. He kissed my shin, slipped off my sock and kissed the back of my foot. It tickled a bit and I giggled.
Taylor, sitting next to Tristan, turned his head and looked back at me. “And what about me?”
“Sorry Axel,” I said. I put my leg on his lap and set my foot on the armrest next to Taylor. “For you,” I said, “I give you my foot.”
“Perfect!” He slipped off my sock and covered my toes in rapid pecs.
I was crushing J.P. with my back against his arm. He shifted so I was now cradled in his arms, legs spread, my feet being lavished with kisses and caresses.
Santiago pressed down on the accelerator. The car hummed; my body purred.
J.P. planted a kiss on my forehead. “Are you comfortable, dear?”
I shook my head. “My clothes are scratching me. I think they are trying to poison my skin. You must save me from them… dear.” I lifted my arms behind my head, and he slipped the irritating shirt off of me.
Axel removed my pants. He had to lift my legs in the air. I accidentally kicked Manny in the head—or maybe it wasn’t exactly accidental.
“What the hell’s going on back there!?” Santiago said playfully.
J.P. ran his firm hands over my liberated chest. Axel and Tristan and Taylor ran their hands over my liberated legs.
“It itches,” I said.
“What itches?” asked J.P.
“Your clothes,” I said.
Seven Marines—Santiago in the driver’s seat and Nolan in the passenger’s seat were excepted—packed in an SUV, simultaneously stripped off their shirts and their pants. I sat upright in my seat waiting for them to finish; they couldn’t strip fast enough!
“Hurry,” I said.
“I am hurrying!” said Santiago. And he was. I could feel the speed coursing through my body along with the increased vibrations on the car.
“Not you, silly,” I said.
Travis was the first to disrobe, as he was sitting in the back with the spare tire and had more space to maneuver. He put his arms around me and kissed my neck. He reached over me, put his hand between my legs.
I quivered at his touch, but it was just a tease. Instead of sliding his hand up to my yearning snatch, he fiddled under the seat for a level then he eased my seat back.
My head now rested against his hard chest.
J.P. pulled my leg to the side and he straddled me, his leg wrapped around mine, his hard cock pressed against my thigh and his mouth wetting my side with rapid greedy kisses.
In synchronized movements, Alex did the same to my other side.
I purred and murmured, “You guys are such a tight-knit squad.”
Their hands were on my legs, Travis’s were on my chest, yet my snatch still yearning was exposed and untouched. I lifted my hips; I bucked, calling for someone to come to me.
Was it Tristan or Taylor? I could not tell. But my snatch welcomed the tip of his tongue. I gushed while the hands of my Marines tightened around me.