“Yep, we”ll be here through the Fourth of July holiday.”
Linc calculated the time. This was early June. The Fourth of July was still a month
away.
He whistled. “That”s a nice, long vacation.”
Mitch”s expression sobered. “It”s long overdue.” Something flashed in his eyes, but he
looked away before Linc could decipher it.
Once the last piece of luggage was loaded into the trunk, Linc waited for Mitch to
climb inside the limo before he closed the door and walked around to the driver”s side. He
got in and started the limo.
“You”re staying at the El San Juan Resort, right?” Linc turned around in time to see
them locked in a kiss; their bodies practically entwined together, their mouths moving
hungrily, as if they couldn”t get enough of each other.
Seeing that simple act of intimacy between them made his cock throb. They were
creating so much heat that Linc felt it from where he sat.
Slowly, they pulled apart, and Mitch met his gaze. “Sorry about that.” He smiled. “And
yeah, that”s where we”re staying.”
Linc chuckled. The only thing Mitch looked sorry about was stopping. Linc couldn”t
blame him. He could imagine how incredible it felt to kiss a woman like Tomi.
Linc glanced at the sign he”d placed back onto the seat next to him. “You two must be
on your honeymoon.” He saw them share a look, a silent communication that he wasn”t
privy to. “I guess we jumped the gun with that sign.” Tomi”s eyes met his. “We aren”t married
yet.” Her gaze found Mitch”s again. “But we will be soon.” Her voice was soft and tender, the
love she felt for Mitch evident in her tone.
“Well, sit back and relax. We”ll be at the hotel soon.” Linc raised the privacy glass and
pulled away from the curb. He drove for a few minutes before he pressed the intercom to
check on them.
“How”s everything? Is it cool enough for you, or do you need more air?” When they
didn”t respond, he tried again. After several long seconds passed without a response, he
lowered the privacy glass. What he saw almost caused him to have an accident.
Mitch sat with his head against the back of the seat, his eyes closed, and his shorts
around his ankles. Tomi”s head was in his lap; Mitch had his hands wrapped in her long hair,
holding the thick strands away from her face. Linc saw Mitch”s cock sliding in and out of her
mouth.
In an instant, Linc was as hard as a brick. His mind practically screamed at him to look
away, close the privacy glass right now, and pretend as if he”d never seen anything. He
needed to haul ass to their hotel, drop them off, and forget he”d ever met them.
Yep, that”s what his mind said. But his rock-hard cock thought that idea completely
sucked — and not in a pleasurable sort of way, either. Instead, Linc sat mesmerized as he
watched Tomi”s full lips work the mushroom head of Mitch”s cock, her pink tongue teasing
at the opening before she swallowed Mitch”s thick length inside her mouth.
Linc alternated his attention between the road in front of him and the view behind
him. His mouth watered as he stared at Mitch”s swollen cock, wet and glistening from Tomi”s
saliva, and he imagined that they were his own lips wrapped around Mitch”s dick, giving him
the pleasure that Linc saw written all over his face. “Oh, baby. Yeah…just like that.” Mitch”s moan rang out, filled with equal parts need
and desire. The sound was so desperate and raw that Linc couldn”t help the groan that fell
from his lips in response.
Mitch”s eyes blinked open, and he looked at Linc in the mirror. Linc expected to see
anger in his eyes at the invasion of their privacy; he waited to hear the irritation in Mitch”s
voice at the disruption of their personal moment together.
But it never happened.
Instead, those blue eyes held an unmistakable request to watch, an undeniable
invitation to participate — even if only from a distance. He held Linc”s gaze as he thrust into
Tomi”s mouth, his expression hot and feverish.
With one hand still on the steering wheel, Linc slid his other hand between his legs,
massaging his aching erection through his pants as he drove aimlessly. He”d lost track of
where he was a long time ago, knowing without a doubt that he was nowhere near his
intended destination. He tried to focus on his surroundings, but the sights and sounds
coming from the backseat affected his ability to think about anything other than what would
happen next.
For some unknown reason, limos brought out the freak in people. This wasn”t the first
time Linc witnessed a couple getting busy in the backseat, and he”d received and turned
down more than his fair share of offers to join in on the fun. But this time — with this
couple — he was certain that, if asked, he wouldn”t have the strength to say no.
Movement in his rearview mirror drew his attention to the backseat once again.
“Jesús.” Linc didn”t think he”d ever seen anything sexier than what he saw now. They”d
switched places, and Tomi now leaned against the back of the seat with her dress bunched
around her waist. Mitch pushed her legs back, holding them open with his large hands. He
kneeled on the floor of the limo in front of her with his face buried in her pussy. Tomi”s fingers gripped the back of the seat behind her head, and her face contorted in pleasure as
her cries of ecstasy echoed in the air.
“Oh, yes.” Her hips gyrated, as if she were trying to force more of herself into his
mouth. Mitch groaned in response, and his efforts increased.
“God, baby…gonna make me come.”
“Uh-huh.” Mitch”s voice sounded husky, his words slightly muffled. “Wanna taste
you.”
Tomi”s sudden cries filled the limo, and her body bucked wildly against the seat.
As he watched, Linc had a death grip on his cock, knowing that if he let go, he”d come
in his pants.
Mitch raised his upper body off the seat until he was eye level with Tomi. Leaning
forward, he kissed her, whispering words against her lips that he spoke too quietly for Linc
to understand.
In one easy movement,
