Daring Dixie

by Tara Crescent

  “Stand up.”

  I lift myself up.

  “Turn around.”

  I turn to face him, my knees trembling.

  “You wore panties,” he says. “You asked me if I was going to punish you. What did you think your punishment would be?”

  Are we having an academic discussion here when I want him to take me? Argh. I bite back my growl of frustration. “I thought you'd spank my ass.”

  “Interesting. It sounds like you want that.” He steps close to me. “If you want it so badly, Dixie,” he breathes into my ear. “Then it’s hardly a punishment, is it?”

  He moves away from me, opens the rear driver’s side door, and sits inside. The interior light comes on, and I glance down at him.

  He’s rock-hard. I can see the bulge of his shaft, straining against the fabric of his trousers. A fresh wave of lust washes over me. I want to see him. I want to feel him inside me, stretching my muscles, ramming into me. I want him to put his hand over my mouth, stifling my cries.

  And I want Eric to walk in on us. I want him to take in the scene, and then I want him to unzip his fly, free his cock, and tell me to wrap my pretty little lips around it. I don’t know where my desires are coming from, but tonight, I’m in their thrall.

  I try to follow Hunter into the car, but he shakes his head. “If you want to come inside, you need to take off your clothes.”

  “What?” I squeak.

  “You heard me.” His voice is implacable. “Take them off, fold them neatly, place them on the trunk, and then, you can join me inside.”

  Oh, God. There was a tiny part of me that thought this roleplay would be stilted and awkward, but it’s not. Hunter’s taking my fantasy and running with it, and it’s so hot. It’s so much better than I thought it could be. Than I hoped it could be.

  I pull my t-shirt over my head, shivering as I undress. The air is a little chilly. Hunter is watching me from inside the car. Eric is out there in the darkness. I think.

  Does he like what he sees? Does Hunter?

  I fold my t-shirt and place it on the trunk. Now, the skirt. With shaking fingers, I undo the clasp at the waistband and lower the zipper. The skirt falls to the ground in a puddle of fabric. I bend to pick it up, fold it in half, and place it over my t-shirt.

  “Good girl.” Hunter’s voice is a warm caress. “Take off your panties for me, Dixie.”

  I slide them down my hips. I’m completely naked now. Hunter’s gaze slides over me, slow and thorough, and the heat in his eyes almost makes me combust.

  Is Eric touching himself now? Is he fisting his cock? I hope so. I want him to be so overcome with need that he can’t stop himself.

  “You can come inside now.” Hunter pats his lap. “But first, tell me. Are you wet?”

  “Yes,” I whisper. My body is one giant quivering bundle of arousal.

  “Show me.”

  I hesitate. Surely he doesn’t want me to—

  “Dixie.” Hunter’s voice hardens. “I don’t like repeating myself.”

  Oh. My. God. That tone, that hard edge in his voice—it’s turning me on. I should bristle at him and tell him to jump in the lake, but instead, I’m following his orders, and I don’t understand why. If anyone else talked to me this way, I would snarl at them in unvarnished fury. I don’t understand what’s different about Hunter.

  Don’t you? You wanted this roleplay. He’s listened to your fantasy, and he’s making it come true.

  I take a deep, steadying breath. Very slowly, very deliberately, I part my folds. I’m bathed in the moonlight, visible to anyone who turns down the lane, and I’m going to put on a show for them. I slide a finger into my slippery wetness. This is a first for me; I’ve never touched myself when someone’s watching. I never realized how hot it could be. My muscles clench around me, and I brush my finger over my clit, almost jumping at the contact.

  “Dixie.” Hunter’s voice is a warning.

  “Sorry.” I hold my finger out to him. It’s coated with my juices, glistening in the moonlight.

  Hunter beckons me closer. His hand closes over my wrist, and he opens his mouth and sucks in my finger, his tongue curling around it, lapping at my juices, tasting my wetness, and oh God, yes. I want his tongue somewhere else, I want him to stick his head between my legs, I want, I want—

  He frees my finger and pats his lap. “Sit,” he invites, his voice tight with tension. His cock strains against the fabric of his trousers, and I want to grind against it, rub myself against his hard length, and make myself come as he watches.

  I position myself on Hunter’s lap. A long-dormant memory stirs to life, of me straddling William this way, the night of senior prom.

  Not now, Dixie.

  Hunter’s fingers grip my hips. “Fuck, yes,” he hisses as I brush against his erection. “God, you’re beautiful, Dixie. You should see yourself.” He moves his hands up my body, sliding over my waist, my chest, and then he squeezes my breasts together and bends his head toward my nipples. His mouth dances from one engorged nub to the other, sucking, biting, lavishing each overstimulated nipple with attention.

  I close my eyes, throw my head back, and surrender to the sensations that rampage my body. The door is ajar, and the overhead light is still on. Anyone turning into the lane will not see Hunter, but they will be able to see me through the rear window. Grinding on his lap, shamelessly gripped by passion.

  Utterly naked.

  Totally exposed.

  I’m a slave to sensation, and for once in my life, I don’t regret it. I let myself surrender to my need. I let myself feel.

  “Open your eyes, Dixie,” Hunter orders. His fingers are tugging at my nipples now, soft touches alternating with harder ones. “No hiding.”

  My eyes flutter open.

  Then I see it.

  A car is coming down the drive, its bright headlights blinding me. It’s quite close, only a few feet away.

  What if it isn’t Eric? What if it’s a stranger? I stiffen in horror. “Hunter, someone’s coming.”

  “Okay.” He doesn’t sound like he cares. He rolls my nipple between his fingers and nips it with his teeth. I writhe in response, and he growls, a noise of intense male satisfaction. “That’s right, Dixie. Grind your tight little ass against my cock.”

  I obey, shamelessly rubbing myself against him. My clit grazes against his fly. There’s not enough contact to get me off, but it doesn’t mean I can’t try. But my attention isn’t wholly on Hunter, not any longer. I’m intensely aware of the other car.

  The headlights dim. The engine turns off, and silence once again returns to the clearing. It’s so quiet that I can hear the car door open and then shut again.

  Someone’s gotten out. He—Eric?—starts to walk toward us, a flashlight in his hand.

  It’s happening. It’s really happening.

  My heart hammers loudly in my chest. I’m coiled tight with anticipation. “No, no,” Hunter chides, though there’s an undertone of amusement to his voice. “This won’t do. Eyes on me, Dixie. Cup your breasts together.”

  I bite my lip and squeeze my boobs together with my hands. They might as well be on a platter. I lean toward Hunter, offering them to him. “Okay.”

  “Okay?” He raises an eyebrow. “You can do better than that, Dixie. Tell me what you’d like me to do.”

  My cheeks flame. Tell me, he says, as if that’s easy to do. As if I’m so used to asking for what I want in bed.

  Don’t chicken out now, Dix.

  “I want you to put your mouth on my nipples,” I whisper.

  The flashlight is bobbing to and fro. The man—it’s a man, I can see his shape in the darkness—approaches closer. He’s close enough now that he can see me clearly. He can see what I’m doing. He can see the way my breasts are pressed together.

  Hunter chuckles, low and dark. “Okay,” he says.

  I expect him to suck my nipples into his mouth, but he doesn’t. Not right away. Instead, he dips his fingers into my soaked
pussy, two fingers this time. Pleasure spikes through me, and I shiver, helpless to resist. My pussy clenches around him. I whimper. It feels so good.

  Then Hunter slides his fingers out. He slowly, methodically wipes them on my swollen nipples, coating them with my juices. Then, only then, does he suck them into his mouth.

  I forget to breathe.

  The man outside nears our car. His flashlight focuses on the pile of neatly folded clothes on the trunk. It stays there for a long time.

  He picks up my panties.

  Oh God, this is actually happening.

  He walks around. His flashlight shines into the car. I still can’t see his face. Still don’t know for certain it’s Eric, and that paints an additional layer of forbidden lust over me. It has to be him. I have to assume it is—Hunter seems perfectly calm and in control, and he would have a different reaction if he thought this wasn’t his friend, right? I hope so. It’s probably Eric.

  The door opens, and the man sticks his head inside.

  It’s Eric.

  Relief fills me. Relief, coupled with a fresh slick of arousal.

  Eric stares at me for a long moment. What does he see? I’m naked. I’m still cupping my breasts, and Hunter’s still sucking my nipples. My face is flushed, my skin covered with goosebumps. I’m sitting on Hunter’s lap, grinding against his hard erection, rubbing my clit frantically against his thickness in a futile effort to climax, and, oh God, I’ve just noticed that my juices are staining Hunter’s pants. There’s a big, wet patch where I’ve been rubbing against him.

  Eric takes it all in. Then a small smile cracks his face. “Miss,” he says. “Are these your panties?”

  A full-body shiver runs through me. This is my fantasy brought to life, and I’m so wound up that if either of them so much as breathes on my clit, I will explode. “Yes,” I whisper. “They are.”

  “And you’re naked.” He sounds stern. “I’m afraid this is private property. The two of you are trespassing. I’ll have to write you a citation.”

  Absently, I realize that this is the first time I’ve seen Eric out of a suit. Like Hunter, he’s dressed casually. He's wearing dark jeans and a black T-shirt that hugs his chest, and he has muscles. Lots of them. These aren’t the bulging muscles of a weightlifter. They’re the defined, sculpted, sleek muscles of a runner.

  Hunter’s words drag me back to the scene. “I would prefer to keep this quiet, Officer,” he says. “Maybe we can come to an arrangement.”

  “What kind of arrangement?”

  Hunter turns to me. “Dixie?”

  I shiver again. “Yes,” I whisper. “I’ll do anything to avoid a ticket, Officer.”

  Fantasies are weird, and my brain is strange. I don’t understand why this arouses me. If this were happening in real life, I’d be filing complaints about abuse of power and sexual assault faster than you can say Dixie Ketcham. But this isn’t real. It’s a role play. I don’t feel threatened; I feel safe.

  And very, very aroused.

  “Anything?” Eric’s gaze rakes over my face.

  I bite my lower lip. “Yes. Anything.”

  Hunter obligingly slides over, making room for Eric, who gets into the car. He turns off the flashlight and tosses it on the floor. “Tell me what you’re willing to do,” he says to me. “What did you have in mind?”

  My mind goes blank. I try to form words, try to articulate a thought, but I have nothing. I’m in the backseat of a car, naked. Eric and Hunter are looking at me as if they want to devour me. I’ve fantasized about this, and they’re here, and my brain chooses that moment to short-circuit.

  Hunter takes in my reaction. “Show Eric how wet you are,” he orders.

  I stare at him. I can’t do that. There are two of them now. Two men. Two cocks. It’s overwhelming.

  “Dixie.” Hunter’s voice cracks like a whip. “In or out?”

  His question jolts me back from the edge. I take a deep breath. “In.”

  His gaze searches mine. Whatever he sees on my face must be enough to reassure him. “In that case,” he says. “Show Eric how wet you are.”

  I lean back to give myself room and push a finger deep inside me. My palm grazes Hunter’s cock as I touch myself, and he groans, throwing his head back. Satisfaction surges through me. It’s not just me. I’m not the only one feeling this. I’m not the only one teetering on the knife-edge of release.

  “Hold your hand out to him,” Hunter orders hoarsely. “Let him taste you.”

  I do as Hunter says. Eric clasps my wrist, his eyes hot with the same lust that’s rampaging through my body. He sucks my finger between his teeth, his tongue licking my juices clean. Shivers wrack my body at his touch. Oh God, another talented tongue. I want his mouth on me. If not today, then the next time we do this.

  There’s going to be no next time, remember? You wanted this to be a one-time thing.

  “Ask Eric to play with your nipples,” Hunter continues.

  My face fiery, I follow Hunter’s instructions. Once again, I bring my breasts together and hold them out to the other man. “Please play with my nipples, Eric.”

  “Oh fuck, yes.” He leans forward, rolling a finger between his thumb and forefinger. “Too hard?”

  “No.” He’d been playing with a paper clip at yesterday’s huddle, his fingers long and restless, and now those same fingers are on my nipples. This feels surreal. “Go harder.”

  He ramps up the pressure, a little at a time, taking the time to learn my body and calibrating his touch in response. He laces his fingers in my hair, tugging me closer and kissing me. For a second, I freeze in surprise—I didn’t think we were doing that—and then I kiss him back, parting my lips, feeling his tongue slide against mine.

  Potent, urgent, relentless pleasure winds through my body. Eric squeezes my nipples, and I grind on Hunter’s cock and gasp into Eric’s mouth. “You love this, don’t you?” he murmurs. “I have to admit, Dixie, you’re full of surprises. Tell me what you want me to do next.”

  I don’t know where the words come from. When it comes to sex, I didn’t think I was capable of boldness. “I want to suck your cock.”

  Shock slaps his face. For a second, he appears at a loss for words, and then he smiles slowly. “Well, fuck,” he says. “That’s not a request I can turn down.”

  He frees his cock. I wrap my fingers around his thick length, anticipation prickling through me, and it jumps in my grip. I lower my head, teasing him with the tip of my tongue. He groans, and his grip tightens in my hair. “Just so you know,” he growls. “Teases get punished.”

  Hunter laughs. “She’s practically begging for a spanking,” he says. He squeezes my ass. “Wrap those pretty little lips around Eric’s cock, Dixie.”

  Half-sprawled on Hunter’s lap, I open my mouth and swallow as much of Eric’s length as I can. Hunter rewards me by pushing two fingers deep into my pussy. Then he adds another, and I whimper around Eric’s cock. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel it, and the burning stretch is deliciously painful. “Please,” I babble.

  “Please what?” Hunter asks. His thumb grazes over my clit, and I arch as sensation storms through me. “Is that what you want me to do?”

  “Do that again,” Eric says through clenched teeth. “When she moans around my cock—” His grip on my hair tightens as I bob my head on his length, taking him deeper, my cheeks hollowing as I increase the suction. “Fuck me, I’m not going to last.”

  Hunter’s fingers tease my clitoris, and then he starts to rub it in a steady, circular motion. I moan my pleasure around Eric’s cock, raw, carnal desire throbbing through me. Hunter’s thrusting his fingers in and out of me, and each thrust makes my toes curl. Eric’s grip on my hair causes a thousand pinpricks of pain, and I’m too aroused to care. I’m in relentless pursuit of my orgasm, and that’s all matters.

  “I’m going to come,” Eric growls. “If you don’t want to swallow, now’s the time to stop.”

  The warning’s nice, but
I have no intention of stopping. I suck harder, feeling him clench, feeling him tighten…

  Hunter’s finger grazes the tight pucker of my ass, and that’s all it takes. I shatter, whimpering around Eric’s cock. Eric explodes, thick bursts of cum shooting down my throat, and Hunter thrusts his fingers into me, over and over again, savoring every last twitch of my release.

  Oh wow. I’ve never come this hard in my life.

  It takes me a few minutes to recover, and then I scramble up and sit on the seat. Eric is slumped back, a dazed look on his face. “Fuck,” he says softly. He cups my cheek. “That was—” He shakes his head. “Fuck.”

  “Tell me about it,” Hunter says. He wraps an arm around me and tugs me into the warmth of his body. “You should see how wet you are,” he says, his breath a hot caress against my ear. “I almost came in my pants when you came.” He puts a finger on my chin and tilts it up. “You okay? You want to go again?”

  I’m not ready for this night to end. “Yes, please.” I capture his finger in my mouth, and he groans again, and his reaction emboldens me. “Can I suck your cock, Hunter?”

  “Oh fuck, yes.”

  Eric pulls me forward. I’m draped across the seat. I prop myself up by my elbows and lower my mouth to Hunter’s thick cock. There’s a drop of precum beading on the tip, and I lap it up before taking him deeper.

  Eric parts my legs. I barely pay attention, focused on Hunter’s reaction, until he puts his mouth on my pussy. I jolt up, and Hunter chuckles at the look on my face. “You look surprised,” he says. “You went down on him. Why wouldn’t he reciprocate?”

  Oral sex, giving and receiving. I’d okayed it last night. I hadn’t really realized how good it would be. How much their touches would inflame me. I hadn’t thought of how turned on I would get when I sucked one man’s cock while another man ate me out.

  But I am. So aroused. So aware. I’m more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life. I’m more turned on than I would have thought possible.

  Eric sucks my clit between his teeth, and it sends me over the edge again. Somewhere in there, Hunter comes too, and I swallow his cum greedily. Then I sit up. Lean back. Hunter produces a bottle of water from somewhere, and I gulp it down.