Test Drive (Watchers Crew)

by Johnson, Ines

  Neither man was fully seated inside me when they began thrusting. They did it in tandem; Hawk would thrust when Eagle withdrew, then Eagle would grind his hips into my ass as Hawk pulled out of my pussy. My body received not a second’s rest from the onslaught. Within seconds of the sensual seesaw, the inner muscles of my pussy started to clench around Hawk’s dick.

  Hawk had to hold me tightly as I lost control of my body. I not only lost track of my body, I lost track of space, and time, and my surroundings, and everyone.

  I knew that the orgasm had to have stopped because I felt them thrusting again. Slowly, shallowly, gently. It didn’t matter. I came again. This time it was the nerve endings in my ass that jerked. I felt Eagle’s nails dig into my hips as he tried to hold onto his erection against the onslaught of my orgasm.

  And then it began again. They’d thrust, and I’d come. They’d stop moving every time my body tightened. I have no idea how long this lasted. It all felt like one long, deep, hard orgasm to me.

  At some point, I felt something warm and eager at my mouth. I opened one eye to see Crow. He was tossing aside a moist towel, likely having just washed off whomever he’d been playing with before coming over to join the three of us. I opened wide for him, suckling at his dick while Eagle pumped his in my ass, and Hawk thrust his up my pussy.

  Eagle was the first man to come, his dick jerking inside my ass.

  Then Crow came, pulling out so that a good portion of his semen wound up on my breasts and cheeks instead of down my throat.

  And finally Hawk came inside my twitching cunt, his forehead pressed against mine, his hands holding my body tight to his.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  When I opened my eyes, I saw Eagle and Crow collapsed on the couch with sated grins on their faces. Owl sat in a chair across the room, Shakira in his lap. Her eyes were wide on me. Her chest panted quick breaths. Owl had one hand down the front of her pants, the other forearm held her arms across her chest. I couldn’t help myself, I raised an eyebrow at her, the girl who’d called me out for sharing a man and being passed around by his friends.

  In response, Shakira shut her eyes, her lips pulled back from her teeth, which clamped down. Her body fell back onto Owl’s chest as she shook from her orgasm. Owl caught her, in both his arms and brought her legs into his lap. He stroked her face and planted light kisses on her brow. When she finally opened her eyes, they were full of wonder as they gazed up at him. Fucking continued all around them, but they only had eyes for each other.

  I felt like a voyeur watching them and looked away. I turned back to Hawk whose hands stroked my hair, my temple, my lower lip. I pulled back to look at him.

  Hawk stared into my eyes in wonderment, the same wonder I’d just witnessed between Owl and Shakira. My heart skipped a few beats.

  Hawk brought his face close to mine. I held my breath wondering if he would really do it? Was he really going to kiss me in front of all these people? Halfway to my lips, he stilled. His features clouded over with an annoyed frown.

  “Crow, come clean this shit up.” Hawk looked up at Crow whose head was already buried in some girl’s sized double-D breasts.

  Crow had to lean way back from the boobs to catch a view of Hawk’s angry face.

  “You leave your fucking jizz on my girl again and see if I let you fuck her anymore.”

  Both Crow and Eagle blinked. The whole room went silent. Dicks that were pumping, tongues that were thrusting, hands that were roaming all paused and stared at Hawk. No, not at Hawk. They were looking at me.

  Crow got up, his semi-hard dick swinging between his thighs. He reached for a wet wipe and gently cleaned my face and breasts. He raised his eyebrows at me, as though to say ‘Good luck with that,’ and then he swaggered back over and resettled between the pair of fake boobs.

  Eagle stared at me too, the same good luck grin on his dark features. Then he crooked his finger at some random girl who came over and sat her naked booty down on his face.

  Hawk turned my head left and then right, inspecting my cheeks. When he was satisfied that I was free of any wayward jizz, he leaned in and gave me a gentle kiss on the side of my mouth.

  He pulled away and looked into my eyes. Then he pulled me closer and placed his lips directly over mine. He kissed me lightly and carefully, then deeply and thoroughly.

  “You good, Ellie?” he asked. “You satisfied?”

  I nodded. “Yeah, Hawk. I’m satisfied.”

  I sat in Hawk’s lap for the rest of the night. I watched Eagle and Crow make their way through each girl in the room. Hawk stroked his hand over my arm, over my thigh. He’d plant a kiss on my forehead, then reach down and capture my lips. Once he’d had his fill of my mouth, he’d tuck me back into the crook of his neck and turn his attention back to watch the entertainment.

  Other girls approached him, asking for a fuck. Each time he shook his head and told them he was good for the night. He didn’t repeat what he’d said to Crow -his claim about me being his girl. But I didn’t mind. The public kissing and cuddling was proof enough for me that I was special to him.

  At some point Owl materialized before us, Shakira at his side. I noticed Shakira looking around the room. Her gaze wasn’t as disgusted as the first night. She peered down at my naked body cuddled in Hawk’s arms.

  “I’m taking Kira home,” Owl said. “You need a ride, Ellie?”

  Before I could answer, Hawk spoke for me. “Nah, Ellie’s good. She’s spending the night.”

  Owl grinned, that same good luck grin that Eagle and Crow had slid my way. He took Shakira by the hand and headed for the door.

  Shakira gave me one last glance over her shoulder. Her nod was likely only perceptible to me. It felt something like acceptance, maybe an apology for her harsh words a week ago? I accepted the nod with as warm and welcoming a smile as I could muster, hoping that maybe it might lead to friendship.

  Shakira ducked her head uncertainly and slipped out the door behind Owl.

  Hawk carried me up the stairs to his bedroom some time later. He laid me down on the mattress and disappeared into the bathroom, reemerging with a cool washcloth. He wiped my body free of the two other men who’d shared me. Then he took off his pants, opened my thighs, and thrust home.

  Just like our first night together in his bed, he fucked me slow and deep. His mouth sank into mine as well, his tongue mimicking the motions of his dick. After we both came, hard, clutching at one another, he turned me on my side and tucked me into his chest. We lay there quietly for long moments.

  “Don’t get used to this,” he whispered.

  I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me or to himself.

  He wrapped his arms around my torso, buried his face in my neck, and threw a leg over mine for good measure. Had I wanted to leave him, there was no way I could’ve escaped the secure trap of his big body.

  I settled into my captivity for as long as the binds that held us together would hold.

  Turn the page for a glimpse at Owl’s story!

  Kira has never had an orgasm, not even by her own hand. When she catches yet another boyfriend cheating, she escapes humiliation by sticking her tongue down the throat of the first guy she sees. Problem is, the seemingly quiet guy she kisses expects an even exchange. If she gets to put her tongue in his mouth, he gets to put his…elsewhere.

  It’s always the quiet ones you have to watch out for. Tall, dark, and intense, Owl likes control in all things. He unlocks Kira’s body with his touch, but wants absolute control over her pleasure. The problem is Kira wants them to be exclusive, and Owl wants to share his new treasure with the rest of his crew.

  Kira believes an open relationship is the same as cheating. Can Owl convince her there is security and devotion in sharing? Or will Kira retreat back to an unsatisfying life of cheaters and liars?

  Chapter One

  I knew I should’ve blown him this morning, but I had to get to my biology tutor. I’d gotten a series of B’s in Biology 101 and it was me
ssing with my 4.0 GPA. So this morning, while he was still sleeping, I decided to blow off giving my boyfriend some head and went off to tend to my education instead of tending to his dick.

  It was the wrong decision.

  There he was, standing in the corner of a bar with his crotch pushed into the hip of some vapid blonde. She giggled and flicked her hair over her bare shoulder as he whispered in her ear. The strobe lights on the dance floor made a sweep over them. The light shone directly into her eyes, and out her ears.

  I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. The skin around my eyes bunched up like the blinders they put on horses to keep out distractions and keep the animal’s attention focused on the direction it needed to go. I stood there and watched Sergio’s hand trace over the speed bumps of her breasts. Those hands, which had been in my pussy just last night, took the sharp curve of the blonde’s waist and came to rest on the turnpike that was her ass.

  The journey was no accident. When I confronted him this time, he couldn’t tell me she bumped into his hand. He wouldn’t convince me he was just helping her out by reaching for something in her pocket. These were horse blinders over my eyes, not sheep’s wool.

  I would not accept another lame ass excuse. I would not allow myself to look the other way and pretend I didn’t see what was right in front of me. Not this time.

  Fuck! Why the hell hadn’t I skipped my tutoring session?

  I heard my mother’s voice in my ear. She always railed that the more educated the woman, the less likely she was to get a husband, especially if she has any color to her skin. The pickings were slim for smart women of color, my momma insisted. When I told her I’d have both, an education and a man, she raised an eyebrow at me and turned back to look out the living room window to perform her one and only task, which was waiting for my father to come home so she could take his shirt and clean off the lipstick stains that weren’t her shade of red.

  From my position at the bar, I saw the pink lipstick stains on Sergio’s collar. I’d picked out that shirt for his birthday last month.

  I wasn’t even angry any more; I was just tired. Tired of fighting the reality that sooner or later all men cheat. It’s just in their DNA. Thanks to my biology lesson, I learned that it’s more than human males’ DNA. The tendency is in all male animals. My tutor, Ellie, said it’s in insects too. Few male species are faithful to their mates.

  I knew this. I’d learned it at a young age. I’d had the message reinforced since I began dating in middle school. My cheating-boyfriend-radar had been fine tuned before my junior year of high school.

  With Sergio, I’d figured out his phone passcode after our third date, and got access to all his texts, social media, and emails. I’d found him so easily tonight because I’d hacked the GPS in his car (and Momma said my education would get me nowhere with a man). I knew that he’d been cheating since last week. Now, it was just a question of did I want to put in the work to get him back into my bed tonight?

  The forecast called for a storm later on tonight. Thunder always woke me up, and I hated waking up in bed by myself. My fingers hovered over the top button of my blouse; ready to release the girls to draw my man back to me. But just then Sergio looked up and caught sight of me. His expression halted my trigger finger. I watched, frozen, as Sergio fit three emotions into two seconds, much like our love life.

  His first expression was of shock. His eyes widened as he looked up and recognized that it was me. Then his eyes dropped into guilt. That look sparked hope in my heart.

  Maybe this could be salvaged. Maybe I wouldn’t have to sleep alone tonight. That blonde was clearly hitting on him. He was just being nice.

  He hadn’t groped her ass. He’d been shoving the scrap of paper with her number on it back into the back pocket of her jeans. He had to push his fingers into her ass to get it all the way into her pocket because her jeans were so damn tight. It was loud in this place. That’s why he leaned down to whisper in her ear; to communicate to her that he had a girlfriend.

  But then Sergio’s face morphed into a sneer. His head tilted to the side. His mouth opened as though he let out a single, huffing bark of laughter.

  The music blared, but I heard that huff of laughter from across the room. More than waking up alone to the sound of thunder, I hated that look of pity my exes got on their faces when it finally clicked for them the depths I went to track them down and try to hold on to them.

  I couldn’t handle that look, not tonight. I turned my back on my ex and searched desperately for a Plan B. I zeroed in on the first thing I saw with pecs and biceps.

  Dark eyes stared back at me through almond-shaped eyelids. Intelligence oozed out of the corners of those long lashes. Generally, I didn’t prefer my victims to be smart. I liked them with big dicks and small brains. It made them easier to control when I could simply yank on the biggest parts of their body to get their attention. This guy’s dark eyes were so clear I saw my reflection in the dim lighting. It looked as though he’d seen everything that had just gone down and knew what was about to happen next.

  “Do you have a girlfriend?” I have no idea why I asked him that question. Maybe because I believed in karma and I didn’t want it coming back around on me for what I was about to do.

  “No.” His voice was quiet, a whisper over his silky tongue, but I heard him clearly. He said that one word with a slight raise of his eyebrow, as though the concept was juvenile, ridiculous.

  He was likely a player, had to be with those good looks and easy confidence. He was Asian, but I wasn’t down enough with Asian culture to know which country.

  His skin had a deep tan to it. His dark hair rested just above his eyebrows in a wave, as though he’d swept it out of his way just a moment ago. But it fell back over his eyes as he tilted his head down to survey my body. I could tell that I met his approval when his nostrils flared as they swept over my breasts. He suited perfectly for my plan.

  “Good,” I said just before I reached up to pull his head down to my mouth.

  He didn’t jerk back from me in disgust. But neither did he gasp as though surprised by my actions. He didn’t open his mouth and try to shove his tongue down my throat. But neither did he open for me as I licked sensually at his lips. He just stood there, letting me lick my tongue futilely. And then, I felt his hand move between us.

  My tongue rested on the divot at the middle of his lower lip as my attention focused on the track of his hand. His fingers lightly traced down my side. It was a gentle touch. It skittered the fabric of my blouse, giving only a bit of pressure to the skin beneath. He continued the motion across my belly, and on down to my pubic bone. Before he got those sneaky fingers in between my legs, I gasped and pulled my mouth away from him.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” I shuffled back half a step, but then I stopped and pressed my thighs together. The areas where his fingers had contacted my skin through the fabric of my clothes all tingled.

  “You tried to put your tongue in my mouth,” he leaned back against the bar. “I tried to put my hand in your pussy.”

  I straightened my shoulders with a huff while my pussy buzzed at the sound of its name on this guy’s tongue. “I was only kissing you.”

  “I don’t see a difference,” he shrugged.

  From the corner of my eye, I saw Sergio, my boyfriend. Strike that- my ex boyfriend. Sergio, my ex boyfriend, was making his way over to us. He fumbled a step as he evidently caught sight of the man standing with me. Sergio’s hand went to his chin. He scratched at the pity he’d been about to present to me. That pitiful expression was slowly crumbling away.

  “Look,” I turned back to the guy at the bar. “I just caught my boyfriend cheating on me.”

  “Boyfriend?” There went that eyebrow again.

  I didn’t like the way he said that word with a smirk. Instead of the twenty-year old modern woman I was, I felt he was looking at me as though I had on a poodle skirt and I’d just told him my steady guy offered me a promise ring.


  The truth was Sergio had never promised me anything. I’d called him my boyfriend, but he’d never confirmed it by calling me his girlfriend in return. Nor had we exactly said we’d be exclusive to each other, but we had been screwing around for over a month now. Thirty plus days of fucking and blowjobs should imply exclusivity.

  The Asian guy looked around the dance floor. “Your man is in here fucking another girl?” His voice was full of interest, as though he would like to see that show.

  “No,” I grimaced. “He was talking to some girl over in the corner. He just saw me and he’s headed this way.”

  Just like Sergio scratched his chin a second ago, this guy’s hand rose and scratched as he considered my words. “He was just talking to some girl?”

  It wasn’t pity on his face, but I still felt like he was speaking to me as though I were a child coming to him with an adolescent’s concern, like someone was playing with my Ken doll without my permission.

  “Can you just pretend to be here with me?” I said. “Just for a minute, and then I’ll leave you alone. Please?”

  His calm face studied me. Then his dark eyes flicked over my shoulder. He reached up and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Sure, but only because I like how you beg.”

  “Kira?”

  I stiffened at the sound of Sergio’s voice behind me. In front of me, my eyes pleaded with my sexy decoy to be cool. In response, the corner of his sexy mouth ticked up. Decoy man moved his hand from my hip and rested it on my ass. I pursed my lips, but I let it stand and turned around.

  Sergio stood there, alone. I saw the blonde standing in his wake. I placed my hand on the Asian guy’s chest. I had to take a moment to enjoy the play of muscles there beneath his soft cotton shirt. I was a sucker for a well-defined chest.