“Mm, put in in,” Kay repeated. She was leaned forward onto the center console, resting on her elbows. I could almost feel the heat off her breath when she spoke. “Don’t do it,” Patrick said to Alyssa. Kay whimpered lightly next to me, letting us all know how badly she wanted Patrick inside her. I felt her hair brush my arm as she turned around to look over her should at Patrick and Alyssa. “Why not, baby?” she asked Patrick.
My desire to look behind me was burning. I tried to hard to fight it, but after hearing Kay whimper again, I couldn’t resist. I swung my head around to see Kay sitting down on Patrick’s lap, grinding back and forth. Patrick was reaching up with his right arm. I couldn’t see Kay’s face because she was turned away from me, but I could tell that her mouth was closed around his thumb. I turned away to look back at the road just as Patrick said in a very serious tone, “Tell your little bitch not to look back here again.” I heard Kay’s head whip around. “Keep your fucking eyes on the road!” she barked at me. “Sorry,” I said.
As Patrick started to chuckle, Kay twisted her head to my arm, opened her mouth, and bit down on my arm through the sleeve of my hoodie. She didn’t bite hard. It seemed to be just out of sexual frustration. As she held on, she moaned deeply for every bit of two full seconds. She released her bite and pleaded, “Fuck me baby.” Patrick, done chuckling at me, prompted her, “Who are you talking to?” Kay replied, “You!” Patrick prompted again, “You, who?” “Patrick!” Kay responded. He pressed further, “Patrick what?”
Kay laughed lightly through an exhale. “Please fuck me, Patrick!” she pleaded. Alyssa chimed in as well. “You fucking tease!” she said, playfully. Patrick didn’t stop there. “What does your boyfriend want?” he asked. Kay replied, “He wants you to FUCK me,” raising her voice a bit. “Why though?” Patrick asked. “Because he likes it,” she replied. “He’s a cuck,” Alyssa added. “Ahh,” Patrick said, “well maybe he should ask me then.”
Kay turned her head and bit my arm again, slightly harder than before, but still not hard enough to hurt me. It was my cue to do what Patrick wanted. I glanced in the mirror, and he was looking at me, waiting. I sighed a little through my nose. My dick was harder than ever. With my right arm, I reached down to put my hand on it. I looked back at the road. “Patrick, will you please fuck my girlfriend?” I asked, looking back into the mirror at him as the word “girlfriend” rolled off my tongue. He smiled. He didn’t respond to me directly. Instead he looked at Kay and said, “Call him a cuck.” Kay extended her neck and got up as close as she could to my ear. “You fucking cuck,” she said. “Tell him what you want me to do,” Patrick continued. Still talking into my ear, Kay obliged, “I want Patrick to fuck me, baby.”
“Baby!?” Patrick said. “Try again,” he said, “I’m baby. He’s bitch.” Kay did as she was told. “I want Patrick to fuck me, bitch.” Patrick chucked again. “I have questions for later,” he mumbled. Finally, as I felt Kay move away from my ear, I saw her move a couple of inches forward out of the corner of my eye. As she moved back, she let out a very heavy breath, whimpering lightly through it. I had never seen or heard her so desperate to be fucked. I tried to watch her, tilting my head ever so slightly so I could see her face in my peripheral vision. I was dark, and I couldn’t really see much. But I could see her come forward again, and then back. And again, forward, then back.
The third time, she squawked a little as she went all the way back and stopped. “Fuck, that’s big,” she said through an exhale, as if she’d been holding her breath. “Bigger than bitch boy?” Alyssa asked. “Fuck yes,” Kay replied. “I think we all knew that,” Patrick said, sounding as cocky as ever. “Tell him,” he said. Kay slowly moved back and forth a few more times, moaning softly, and then said to me, “Patrick has a bigger dick than you, bitch,” as she slid back down onto it. I didn’t respond, just kept my eyes on the road. “You’re so fucking wet!” Patrick said through a chuckle.
The song they intended to fuck to had come to a close, and the next song was coming on. In the few seconds of quiet time in between, the sounds of Kay breathing right beside me, and Patrick breathing behind me, were all I heard. The next song had a slow intro, but ramped up pretty quickly to a heavy guitar riff. I heard them pick up their pace, and Kay started really getting into it. “Uh, uh, uh, fuck me Patrick,” she pleaded for me to hear, as she dropped her head down, hanging it between her hands.
I lifted my right hand, which had been lightly rubbing my dick, and placed it on her head. As I felt her head bounce back and forth a bit, I tried to run my fingers through her hair, from the top of her head down to the back of her neck. I couldn’t quite reach back that far. She turned her head toward me, looking up at me from under my arm. I looked down at her beautiful face. “You wish you could fuck her?” Patrick asked me. “Yes,” I replied as I looked back at the road. I was afraid he was going to be annoyed by me looking back at her like that, so I pulled my arm back to my side quickly as well. “I think she needs to hear it,” He said.
I glanced at Patrick in the mirror briefly. He wasn’t looking at me. I picked my arm back up so I could see Kay’s eyes again. “I wish I could fuck you,” I said, looking into her eyes. I waited a few seconds for Patrick to prompt Kay with a response, but he never did. I think Kay was expecting it too. Looking back at the road, I brought my right arm back down and grabbed my dick again through my pants. Kay was still making little noises. Moans and heavy breaths. She lifted her head back up and I could see it moving back and forth again while I tried to focus on the road. “Mmm,” she moaned, before finally speaking. “Keep on wishing, bitch.”