My SUV pulls up and Gael honks. I pull open the back passenger door and help Isla in. “Get in the third row.” I climb in after her, Jackson and Andres following me. Gael has a playlist going on the stereo, and he winks at me from the rearview. Isla reaches for her seatbelt, and I grab it before she clicks it in place. “You’re gonna come sit on my lap.”
“Kai.” She gives me a hard stare. “That’s not safe.”
“Who’s in charge, Princess?” I grab her hand, lacing her fingers between mine, and tug her toward me. She doesn’t even try to fight it. “I’ll keep you safe.”
Isla straddles my legs, facing me, her cleavage in my face and as much as I want to pull her dress down and suck on her nipples, this is more about me showing her I’m the one who holds the power right now.
“Face away from me.” My hands firmly on her hips, I turn her around and she faces the two captain’s chairs where Jackson and Andres sit. I pull her back so she leans against my chest, bring my hands to her thighs, and slowly pull them apart.
“Kai,” she pants. “I’m not wearing?—”
“I know, Princess.” I kiss her neck and look over at the guys who are staring at my face.
Waiting for permission to look at her.
To watch me get my girl off.
“Be good, little sister. Spread your legs and let them watch while I make you come all over my fingers.”
Isla moans softly when my right hand hikes the skirt of her dress up, bunching it up on her stomach. I smirk when I hear Jackson mutter under his breath. “Fucking shit, bro.”
“She’s got a pretty cunt, doesn’t she?” My fingers glidethrough her dripping entrance and my cock hardens against her ass. “I’ve been waiting years to touch this pussy and now I finally can. You want me to, right, Isla? You want your big brother to make you come?”
Her head falls back on my shoulder and her thighs twitch as the tip of my middle finger slides inside her. “Yes.”
“Say it. I want to hear you say it, Isla.” I bite her neck and soothe the sting with a kiss.
“Please, big brother. Make me come while your friends watch.”
Fuck, I need her to come fast so I can bury my cock inside her.
“Good whores get rewarded, Isla. Come for me so I can reward you.”
My fingers play with her clit in slow, lazy circles. Almost too soft to give any type of friction that she probably needs to get off. She thrusts her hips, her pussy pressing into my palm. “I need more, Kai.”
A sharp smack echoes in the car as I come in contact with her clit, her hips jutting forward, pressing her further into my palm. “You’ll come however I want you to. If I want to edge you to the point of overstimulation, I will. Or if I want you to come repeatedly until you cry, I can do that too.”
“I’m yours.” She whimpers as my fingers circle her clit with more pressure now. “Use me. Oh,fuck, like that. Just like that.”
Breathy pants and her pushing her ass back into my cock have me on the brink of losing my fucking mind. Andres’ eyes are glued to Isla’s pussy while Jackson goes back and forth between Isla and Andres. “You might need to give him a hand, Jack, it looks like Dre needs a little attention.”
Jackson unbuckles and drops to his knees in the aisle space. “You want my mouth or hands?”
“Mouth. Can’t have your hand cramping up before our first game.” Andres unbuckles his belt and lifts his hips, undoing his pants. Jackson smacks his hands away, pulling his boxers down, and immediately swallows him down.
I look past them at Gael, completely focused on the road. “You good up there?”
“You know it.” Gael gives me a thumbs-up.
I turn my attention back to Isla and now that Jackson and Andres are busy, I’m done fucking around. “I wonder.” I whisper in her ear. “Can my pretty little whore squirt? Can you soak my lap, little sister?”
“I’ve never… I don’t think so.” I push my middle and ring finger into her pussy, finding her G-spot, and with light pressure, I start stroking.
“Well, we’re about to find out.” My thumb plays with her clit in tandem with my fingers inside her. I know I’m doing something right because of Isla’s hip rocking back and forth. “That’s it, don’t run from it. Come for me.”
“K—Kai, oh fuck… more.” Isla begs and I’m more than happy to give her more. More pressure has her thighs shaking and as the bass hits, so does her orgasm. She reaches for my face, turning it toward her, and presses her mouth to mine, moaning as she soaks my fingers, my slacks, and the seat underneath us.
“So fucking perfect.” I say into her mouth through hard kisses. “All mine too. You’re never getting away from me now, Princess. Now lift.”
