Free Cruise Control (Watchers Crew) by Ines Johnson

eyes and letting lose a deep sigh. The three guys descended on her like vultures. They surrounded her, taking parts of her body into their own. It was like they were eating her alive, but it looked like a good death. A really, really good death.
    Owl stepped in front of the scene, blocking my view.
    “So, when you said you were watching two girls fucking the other day, I’m guessing your boys were around.”
    “Yeah,” he said. He took my hand and tucked it into the crook of his elbow, leading me away.
    “So you guys…”
    “Like to share pussy and watch?” Owl finished for me. “Yeah.”
    “That’s a healthy lifestyle.”
    “Says the woman who insisted on fucking one lame as man at a time.”
    Owl’s tone held no sting. Since I’d met him, I’d never once heard him raise his voice or lash out in anger.
    “Maybe you should try things my way.” He leaned down and licked the tip of my ear. “It’s been working out for you so far.”
    A shiver went down my spine at the light contact. I looked back at Pepper who had a huge grin on her face as the men steadied her on her feet and sent her away.
    Owl deposited me on the sidelines. “See you at the finished line.” He turned to walk towards his car.
    “Hey,” I called after him.
    He turned back.
    “You don’t need me to kiss it for good luck?”
    Owl grinned. “I don’t need luck, baby. Just keep my pussy warm. I’ll give it a kiss when I get back.” Owl headed back into the melee and got into his car.

    Though Owl and his crew won the race, they took awhile to make their way back to the party at the end of the finished line. They all seemed really jacked when they pulled up. Owl hopped out, grabbed me and pushed me up against the back of his car. He pressed his hips into mine and clamped his mouth on my neck. I almost went with it until I heard the roar of the crowd.
    “Owl,” I shoved at him.
    “What?” He looked up at me.
    “We have an audience.”
    He frowned as though I made no sense. And then he sighed and let me go. I nearly reneged at the sight of his annoyance, but public sex performer was not the girl that I was. The backseat of a car was one thing, but on display on the trunk was another.
    As though he read my mind, Owl opened the door to his car. “Yo, I’ll see ya’ll back at the house. I’m gonna take Kira home.”
    My heart sank. He wasn’t taking me back to his place. He was dismissing me. It was over. A hollowness settled between my thighs, in my chest.
    Owl got into the driver’s seat. He shut the door and turned in his seat to stare at me, eyes expectant. “Seat belt,” he said.
    I reached for the strap and pulled it on. He reached down and tightened the strap over my torso. His hands brushed my breasts. I inhaled, my body betraying me. He leaned into my lips. His tongue swept my lower lip, and I opened for him. He pulled away before I could capture his lip.
    He reached in the dashboard and pulled out a vibe that was the same make and model as the one he’d given me. “In you,” he said.  
    “Whaa?”
    With his right hand he spread my thighs. The perspiration between my legs gave him easy access. He pushed my panties to one side and inserted the vibe. I was already trembling from that much contact.
    “I’m turning it up to high.”
    My eyes flew open. I’d been practicing on medium all week. I could barely handle that much sensation.
    He turned the dial up. I grabbed the edges of the seat. My hips tilted up. My heels rose off the ground and I pressed my toes into the floor. Owl chuckled and floored the gas.
    I couldn’t lurch forward, I couldn’t move at all. The seat belt held me fast. I was certain the restraints coupled with the double vibrations would send me over in no time.  
    Owl got onto the highway, already breaking the speed limit on the on ramp. The vibe in my pussy and the vibrations of the car were too much. My body needed to release, but instead of going over I teetered on the edge.
    Owl pushed the