I reach over and scrape my fingernails over the crotch of his jeans. Almost instantly, I feel his cock come to life beneath my fingertips.

“I’m driving,” he grumbles, but it’s all for show.

The way his cock already strains at his zipper makes that clear. I ignore his grumpy protest and pull the zipper down. As soon as I pop open the button of his jeans, his cock is bobbing toward me out of the opening of his boxers.

I reach for it, running my fingers up and down the length and looking at Brandt.

He seems determined to play indifferent.

He wants to play games? Fine, I can do that, too. But it’s not a game he has a chance of winning. Feeling excitement blaze through me, I bend and tease him with my tongue as I swivel it over the cockhead.

I peek up at him and see his stony, impassive expression. There’s no missing the way his hands have tightened on the wheel, though.

So, I take him into my mouth, sucking for all I’m worth, until I hear the sharp intake of his breath. Ha! First point goes to me. I release him from my mouth long enough to reach in and pull out his full length. Then I really go to work.

I bob my head up and down his thick shaft, savoring the taste of his cock.

“Lift your hips,” Christian’s voice interrupts my concentration.

I startle at the order and go still for a moment before I obey. As soon as I do, I feel my jeans being tugged down my hips.

“I want to do some research,” Christian says.

“Be my guest,” Brandt grunts in return.

Christian yanks my panties down and I feel his hand smoothing over my bare ass cheeks. “Don’t stop,” he tells me, and I realize I’ve gone still with Brandt’s cock in my mouth.

I get back to work, focusing on the hard shaft between my lips. I make an O and hoover my way up and down, making sure to pay attention to every smooth, rock-hard inch. I’ve just gotten into a good rhythm when Christian thrusts a thick finger into my pussy, making me gasp.

“Stay focused,” his instruction is whispered silkily into my ear.

I do my best to follow directions and put my full attention on making Brandt happy, but Christian has taken his finger out of my wet pussy, and part of me is tense with wanting and waiting. Somehow, I have a feeling he isn’t done with me.

It’s a feeling that proves correct when I feel my tight back door being coated with my own arousal.

I freeze and am about to turn to Christian when I feel fingers seize hold of my hair.

“You’ve got my cock all excited; don’t stop now.” Those gruff words spur me back into action and I use my mouth to ride him up and down, faster and faster. The second I feel myself getting tired, I feel a finger pushing at my tight, puckered hole.

I moan, and am about to turn my head, but Brandt’s grip tightens on my hair.

“Come on now, baby. Fuck me with that pretty mouth of yours.”

“Do you want this?” Christian whispers. Another finger explores my pussy, and I can feel my wetness dripping onto his finger. “You don’t just want this, your pussy is begging for it, babygirl.”