Page 53 of Every Eligible Man

"I was a chaos goblin. Close enough."

I slick myself up, position the head of my cock against her ass, and push in slowly.

Cinder's eyes roll back.

Two cocks. A moving carriage. A bumping country road.

"Holy fucking Gods."

"That's two," Slade counts, feeling her clench around us both. "Three coming up."

We begin to move, awkwardly at first, the carriage rhythm working against us. But I find a pace that matches the rocking. Every bump in the road drives us deeper. Every sway changes the angle.

Wreck, temporarily without a hole to occupy, is doing his best to contribute from the side. He's gotten one hand on her breast, the other on her clit, rubbing in tight circles while Slade and I work her from both ends.

"Tell me when you're close," he murmurs against her ear. "I want to feel you break."

"I'm already close."

"Closer."

The third orgasm hits like a freight wagon. Cinder actually screams loud enough that I hear Mira curse from the driver's bench, and both of us groan as her body seizes around us.

"Three," I confirm.

"Still going," Slade says through gritted teeth.

Outside, the animals have gone quiet with awe.

"That sounded like it hurt," Nibbles whispers.

"In a good way," Squeak clarifies. "That was definitely a good-pain scream."

"How can you tell the difference?"

"Experience, young one. Experience."

One-Eye turns his head entirely around so he's facing backward, staring at the road behind us. "I see nothing. I hear nothing. I am simply a crow on a carriage roof, traveling peacefully through the countryside."

Bastard honks in agreement. Denial is a valid coping mechanism.

Inside, we've found our rhythm.

Slade and I move together, when I push in, he pulls back, keeping her constantly full, constantly stimulated, constantly on the edge. Wreck has managed to squeeze in at an angle, his cock sliding against her lips whenever she turns her head.

"Four," I announce as she clenches again.

"Five," Slade adds thirty seconds later.

"How are you counting when you're inside her."

"Multitasking," I say.

"Focus on fucking, not math."

"I can do both."

Cinder grabs Wreck's cock and shoves it into her mouth just to shut us up.