Page 52 of Every Eligible Man

"Don't apologize," Cinder yells. "Do it again."

"I... okay?"

The carriage hits another rut. Deliberate this time.

Cinder comes with a wail that probably carries for miles. Her cunt clamps down on me so hard I have to grit my teeth to keep from following. Not yet. Not until I've wrung more out of her.

Outside, Squeak is providing live commentary like the world's smallest, most perverted sports announcer.

"And she's screaming. That's gotta be an orgasm. Listen to that pitch."

"The carriage is rocking like a ship in a storm," Nibbles adds. "I'm getting seasick just watching."

"The suspension on this thing is not designed for four-person activities," Twitch observes. "I'm impressed it hasn't collapsed."

Gerald chitters something from Mira's lap.

"Gerald says he's proud of his humans," Susan translates.

"Gerald needs to learn boundaries," Mira mutters.

Cinder is coming apart.

"One," I count, not stopping. "Forty-six to go."

"You're not actually going to," Cinder gasps.

"You said forty-seven. We're doing forty-seven."

"That's not physically possible."

"Watch us."

Slade pulls back, jaw wet, grinning like the smug bastard he is. "My turn inside her. Ash, switch."

The logistics of switching positions in a moving carriage while someone is actively recovering from an orgasm should be impossible. But we've spent years coordinating farm work under worse conditions.

I lift Cinder off my cock, she makes a sound of desperate protest, and somehow swap places with Slade without anyone falling out the window. Slade slides under her, cock finding her entrance and pushing in.

"Different angle," Cinder groans. "Oh gods, you hit different spots."

"That's the curve," Slade says smugly. "Told you it was good for something."

I position myself behind her, running my hands down her spine. "You took both of us at once before. Think you can do it again?"

Cinder's breath catches. "Here? In a carriage?"

"Wreck, oil."

"On it."

Wreck produces a small vial from somewhere, I don't ask, I never ask with him, and passes it over.

"How did you…? Why do you just have…?"

"I'm always prepared," Wreck says. "Scout's honor."

"You were never a scout."