Merely days after Random, Andy, and Steve told you about their feelings for you and brought up the idea of you dating them, you decided to start it off by suggesting a movie date with Steve. You wanted to begin the relationship with a solo date with each of them. They had expressed their apprehension on dating one another, and although they weren’t necessarily opposed to the thought, you didn’t want to rush them into anything.

So you decided to begin the solo dates with Steve.

He insisted on a “real date” as he said it. He wanted to take you to the carnival, said it was “kinda my thing back in the day.” However, you were tired after working and cleaning your ex-fiancé’s crap out of your apartment and just wanted to curl up next to Steve while you watched a movie.

“Okay, but I’m going to bring pizza and flowers, and you’re going to love it,” he insisted, causing you to laugh and accept the offer.

The night came and a knock on your door had you shuffling quickly to your door, opening it to reveal one of your boyfriends.

“Roses? Wow, Stevey, you shouldn’t have,” you teased as you let him into your apartment.

He chuckled, leaning down to kiss you softly before bringing to pizza in his hand to the small counter. “Only for you, Buttercup.”

You blushed, pulling out a few plates and cups from the cabinets and setting them down beside the box of pizza.

Going into the first date with Steve, you had no intentions of moving quickly, not that you could move quickly after being friends for basically your whole life. Steve was always so sweet and timid, so you didn't want to move too fast and scare him away.

Steve grabbed the plates and pizza while you brought the cups, bringing them all into the living room so you could sit on the couch and turn the television on.

Steve opened the box of pizza, offering you a slice, but you turned up your nose, shaking your head.

“I’m not that hungry actually,” you said softly, watching as Steve leaned back on the couch beside you, hands placed on his knees as if he was suddenly scared to touch you.

You took a deep breath, watching Steve avoid looking at you. Giggling, your eyes flickered to the tent forming in his pants. “Stevey?”

You've known Steve all of these years but never once have you seen him so hot, bothered, and flustered. Steve's gotten erections thinking of the things your mouth could do to him, but he would never let you know that.

After the first time the boys told you that they liked you when you were teens, Steve was the one who kept to himself the most. The one who pushed the feelings aside and let go of the dream of one day having you while Andy and Ransom held tightly to the dream of one day getting through to you.

Steve coughed, a hand slowly covering his growing hard-on as he spoke, “I need you to stop calling me that, Buttercup.”

You laughed. You’d called him Stevey frequently from the day you first met him. He always stiffened at the nickname, making a face similar to annoyance and you always assumed that he simply hated the nickname. Now here you were, learning that the name did not in fact annoy it but turns him on.

You extended a hand out to his shoulder, rubbing it softly as you looked up at him. Slowly, he turned his head to look at you, eyes getting darker as his cock grew harder. With a hand on his shoulder and your free hand on his thigh, you smiled softly at him, biting your lip softly to hide your giggle before whispering back at him, “Stevey.”

Steve’s face turned blood red, blood rushing to his cock immediately. His hand that was covering his cock slightly closed around it, massaging gently the growing appendage as his free hand landed on your knee finally, fingers twirling around gently as he waited for your move.

You’d been friends forever. You’d both had feelings for almost ever, as with the other guys, so it’s not technically rushing if you climb over him and have him take you in your living room on your first official date, is it?

You swallowed thickly as you inched closer, the hand once on his thigh now snaking underneath the hand massaging himself, replacing it. His cock was painfully hard, fully erect, and leaking precum through his jeans.

Your delicate hand on his other cock, squeezing around his girth, drove him fucking mad. His mouth was slightly parted, waiting patiently for you to give in and kiss them, and you parted yours as well, but simply looked at him intently.

Your hand moved to undo his pants, slipping your hand in his pants to continue massaging over him. Your eyes flickered between his eyes, full of lust and hunger, and his lips, soft, open, and with soft moans falling from their soft flesh.

Your free hand on his shoulder snaked up, fingers raking through his hair as you leaning down to his ear. You kissed the love of his ear, hand stroking his cock softly before you licked around the shell of his ear, whispering hotly, hot air fanning around his ear, “Stevey.”

That was all it took for Steve to go feral. His hands wrapped around your face, lips joining yours in a hungry kiss as he started leaning up to lay you down on the couch.

His mouth devoured yours, lips hungrily smacking against one another as his tongue dominated yours. It was hot, sloppy, and starved.

He hovered over your body, hands roaming underneath the sweatshirt you’d put on after work, as his knee slotted between your legs.

The amount of sudden stimulation had your head growing fuzzy while the room felt as though it was on an axis. His knee pressed against your core, pressing your wet panties against your clit, and you jerked upwards with a loud moan.

Your sounds of approval drew a whimper from his lips, fingers flicking your hardened nipples as your hands traced the outline of each and every ab on his chest.

In need of air, you pulled away from him, panting desperately as you pulled his shirt over his head, and sat up into his chest for him to pull yours off.

His mouth attached to your neck. His lips sucked harsh spots as his teeth nibbled the sensitive flesh, tongue swiping over the skin soothingly. His hands pulled your bra away, dropping it to the floor before his mouth abandoned the spot on your throat to begin making art along your breasts.

His hands wrapped around your wrists as he pushed your arms above your head, knee pushing up further against your core as his mouth continued its rampage.

You moaned as you ground your hips against his knee, making Steve smirk against your skin before pulled back to admire his handiwork.

He sat up from you, an arm outstretched to hold both wrists above your head as he simply stared down at you, eyes devouring every inch of your exposed and newly bruised body to him. You groaned at the lack of contact, hips riding along his knee for as much pleasure as you can find as you whine, “Stevey.”

Steve chuckles darkly down at you, freehand pulling your sweatpants down and leaving you bare. Now your wet core was able to grind down onto his jeans, the rough material heightening the sensation. Steve’s free hand palmed at his cock, relieving the slightest bit of pressure as he watched you grind yourself along his knee and thigh, lifting your hips upwards and creating a long patch of wet on his jeans.

Steve leaned down and pecked your nose, leaning away from you completely as he pulled his pants off. Once you both were completely naked, the flesh of his thigh met the heat of your cunt, pushing into you and sending shockwaves through your body as Steve began stroking his cock over you.

You moaned as you ground your cunt down into his leg, hands remaining above your head as you watched Steve tug at his girth.

“Fuck, Buttercup, make yourself feel good on my leg,” Steve groaned into your ear as he hovered over you. With one hand holding his body up and one hand chasing after his orgasm, Steve had managed to extend his leg so it was constantly against your clit.

Your hips moved furiously against him now, desperate to achieve your bliss as Steve groaned your name out with a string of expletives. You whimper as you ride his thigh, feeling the warm release wash over you as you cum on his leg. “Stevey,” you whine as you release your hot release.

Steve watches in awe as your face contorts in pleasure, body jerking as you ride his leg through your high, and he cums on you, painting your abdomen with a grunt.

“Fuck, Buttercup.”

You giggle as he struggles to hold himself up on his arm, reaching for the napkins you’d brought with the pizza to clean you off.

"Buttercup, I wanted the first time I made you cum to be special," he muttered, napkins wiping up the mess on your abdomen.

Your hand grazed his cheek softly, sitting up for a moment to kiss his lips before you assured him, "Steve, it was perfect."

He chuckled as he chucked the napkins to the table as he finally took the weight off his arm and sat back on the couch, "It was fun, wasn't it?"

You kiss his nose softly, sitting up on his lap as you lean against his chest, “That was fucking hot.”

He laughed into your hair, kissing your temple as he murmured, “Pretty good first date. Next time, I’ll at least fuck you on your bed like a real gentleman.” Bringing you to laugh as you lightly swatted his chest.

———

In the days following your date with Steve, you could sense that Andy and Ransom were growing jealous knowing you’d had sex with Steve but not them, but you enjoyed the power you had over them.

You toyed with Andy and Ransom: flirted heavily with them, made out almost too long with them, and at times you’d basically fuck Steve in front of them. You never once let them cum or let them make you cum, and it was driving them crazy.

The time came for your first date with Andy. He’d set out to set up a dinner date at a restaurant he had rented out, promising it would just be you and him the whole night, which was a promise he intended on keeping.

You walked out of your bedroom to the living room, where Andy sat waiting for you. He’d insisted you wear a floor-length, silver, off-the-shoulder gown, and truth be told, you looked hot.

You stood in front of the couch, drawing his attention from his phone as you struck a pose, “How do I look?”

Andy shoved his phone in his pocket, standing to his feet as he grabbed a hand and made you twirl, “Stunning, Angel. Absolutely stunning.”

You blushed as he kissed your cheek, a hand on your lower back to guide you in the direction of the door.

The restaurant was amazing, one you would never be able to afford on your own, but Andy just flashed his bonus around and just rented the whole damn place. The restaurant had the lights dimmed, the one above your table the brightest to make it feel like you were the only people in the world, and Andy had rose petals scattered all along the table’s white cloth.

He pulled your chair out, waiting for you to sit down before moving to the kitchen area. Moments later he walked back out, sitting across from you at the circular table. “Waiter will bring out some wine in a moment and then when it’s ready, Seared salmon for dinner.”

You quirked your eyebrows at the man, giggling at the sudden chivalry. “Andy Barber, who fucking knew you were such a romantic?” you teased. He took a deep breath, rolling his eyes as the waitress brought out the wine and water, filling your glasses before scurrying back to the kitchen.

“The guys would ever believe you if you said anything,” he shrugged, sipping on the wine before him.

The dinner went on smoothly. Andy spent the night flattering you and sharing details of cases with you that amazed you. Throughout all the years you had been friends with Andy, you'd never had such an intimate night with him. Andy could be cold and calculated; he’d grown rigid after his wife left with his son, but, he was also a sweetheart with a knight in shining armor smile, but never have you felt swooned by him.

Throughout the dinner, you did everything in your power to turn him on: biting your lip, licking the whipped cream from your dessert off your finger, stroking his leg with your foot, and even slipping a shoe off and lifting your foot into his lap to find his cock; however, Andy was determined to keep his cool and wait until he took you to his place, but you were finding it hard to control yourself, mind clouded by the wine and the scent of rose pedals surrounding you. Not to mention Andy looked delicious in the suit he was wearing, and the simple fact he was being so poised drove you crazy.

At one point, he grabbed your foot, lowering it back to the floor as he sternly told you, “Angel, I am not taking you in this restaurant. You will wait until we get home.” The tone of his voice, the grip he had on your foot, and the glare in his eye made your pussy throb, heat radiating from you as your core dripped with anticipation.

The ride to Andy's place was torture. With your pussy craving his attention, Andy stared straight ahead, a single hand laid lackadaisically on his thigh as he drove. In the dead of the night, you could see the bulge growing in his pants, knowing that behind those trained eyes were the ideas of what was to come later that night.

He pulled into his driveway, focus not shifting once as he put the car in park and spat a stern, “Wait,” before walking around the car to open your door for you.

You stood to your feet outside the car, standing beside Andy as you picked up the skirt of your dress, walking through the front door with him. You helped yourself to the couch, pulling your heels off as you winced at the pain surging through your feet.

He followed behind you after kicking his off at the door. Lifting your feet from the coffee table, he sat in front of you and set your feet on his lap. Contrary to earlier in the restaurant, this time, he was in control.

He wrapped his hands around your foot, fingers pressing expertly into the flesh. You smiled as you sighed contently, leaning into the couch as you enjoyed the feeling of your feet being massaged. Andy smiled as you closed your eyes to relax, and kept his fingers busy on the soul of your foot.

Slowly, his hands worked their way up your leg, slowly massaging your calf as you giggled softly. His lips met your shin, the hairs of his beard tickling your flesh as his hands inched closer to your thighs. With his hands on your thighs, pulling them apart as he lowered himself to the floor between them. His lips found your knees, kissing the tops of them as he looked up at your face, seeing your eyes watching his every move with your bottom lip sandwiched between your teeth.

"This slit only goes so far, Angel. Why don't we go upstairs and take it off?"

You smiled at the proposition, grabbing his hand as you followed him up the stairs to his bedroom. The door opened and you were let in to see rose petals spread out throughout the room, all over the bed. You gasped, wrapping your arms around the man, pulling his head down to meet your lips. "So, romantic, Mr. Barber," you muttered through kisses.

Andy chuckled softly, turning you around to unzip your zipper and let the silver fabric pool at your feet as he responded with kisses along your shoulders, "Wanted tonight to be special, Angel."

You hummed in appreciation, leaning into his touch as he trailed kisses along your spine, beard hairs tickling your back as his teeth reached out, nibbling on the soft flesh.

You moaned softly, feeling his mouth moving to a new spot on your back, tongue licking the flesh as his teeth bit into it. Giggling, you turned around to face him, arms wrapping around his neck.

"Jesus, Angel. Steve leave these?" He asked, fingers trailing over the leftover discoloration from the hickies left behind.

You giggled, looking down at your chest as the memories of your date with Steve flashed behind your eyes, and you hummed your reply as Andy walked you backward, calves hitting the back of the bed as he sat you down on it.

Andy chuckled as he kneeled between your legs once again, hands grabbing a foot as his fingers pressed firmly against the sole, lips leaving soft kisses to the top of the foot all the while.

You smiled, watching as Andy shifted from one foot to the other, massaging the soul as his lips left kisses along the skin. Moving forward, Andy’s hands massaged their way to your calves, one hand on each leg as his lips alternated. Andy looked up at you, seeing your lip between your teeth as you let out a soft whimper, and he dragged his beard up the soft skin of your legs.

His hands inched their way back to your thighs, now able to reach more of your body as the dress had been discarded to the floor. He kneaded the flesh with his hands, tongue licking up the inside of your thighs, beard barely tickling the area, causing your breath to hitch.

Your pussy was throbbing, desperate to be touched, craving the feel of Andy’s fingers, his tongue, and the harsh burn from his beard. After teasing him all night, Andy finally caved. His hands separated your thighs, making more room for his head to slot between them.

Smiling up at you devilishly, Andy wrapped his arms around your thighs, pulling you down on the bed closer to him. His mouth didn’t hesitate to get busy as his teeth pulled at the cloth over your clit, lightly scraping the sensitive bud in the process.

You gasped, hand going to Andy’s hair as your back arched at the sight contact. He simply smirked against you, licking a bold stripe up the clothed pussy, tasting the fact you’d soaked the panties.

The slight taste lingered on his tongue, making his mouth water as he moaned, fingers ripping the thin material off your body. “Look at that, Angel. So pretty and glistening for me,” he sang, fingers rubbing along your wet folds as your breathing continued to speed up.

“Who did this to you, Angel? Who made you so wet?” Andy asked, thumb circling soft circles into your clit as he looked at you tantalizingly.

Your back arched once more, fingers gripping onto Andy’s hair as you moaned out, “You, Andy. You made me so wet.”

Andy smirked at your compliance, mouth attaching to the bud. His lips wrapped around your clit, teeth slightly grazing the spot as he flicked it feverishly with his tongue. A single finger slipped into your cunt, curling up immediately into your g-spot repeatedly. Within only moments, Andy had you writhing about on the bed, desperate for his touch.

Your hands pushed his head further into you as you bucked your hips up in an attempt to move his mouth from your clit to your pussy. The same moment it happened was the same moment Andy retreated from your body, hands and lips leaving your body as he looked up at you, “Angel, you will keep your hands to yourself or I will tie them up, do you understand?”

The same tone and authority he used in the restaurant were back, and it had you dripping as you nodded your head, replying with a meek, “Yes, I understand.”

Andy’s knuckles smoothed over your cheek as he smiled, “Good girl, Angel.”

Andy leaned back into your cunt, a chuckle leaving his throat as he left a kiss on your clit. “Angel, did my instructions make you wetter?” He teased, tongue lapping up your slick as if it were his last beverage. “Is my good girl a naughty girl?” He rasped, fingers circling your clit as his tongue dove in between your wet folds.

You whined, hands grasping at the sheets on your bed, as your hips rose from the bed to meet his face, only to be pushed down but Andy’s spare hand on your lower belly.

His mouth ravaged your core, tongue lapping at your cunt and your clit as his beard burned the sensitive skin surrounding your pussy.

You were getting closer and closer to your release, the heat radiating through your body with the vibrations of his moans against you, sending you to your edge with a whine. With your hands wound tightly against the sheets, back arched, and eyes screwed shut, you came on Andy’s face.

He groaned as he tasted your release, rubbing his face as close to you as he could so he could lick up every last drop. As you came down from your high, Andy peppered soft kisses along your torso, large hands splayed across the expanse of your belly.

You giggled softly, hands reaching up to his shoulders as you pushed him to his back, crawling to lean over him as you whispered, “Your turn.”

Your hands didn’t wait for his response before pulling his shirt over his head and pushing his trousers down to his feet. He laughed as he watched how eager you were. Your fingers looped around the inside of his boxers, pulling them down. The sight of his hard cock, tip leaking with precum, slapping against his abdomen brought your lip between your teeth in anticipation.

Slowly, you brought your hand around his shaft, tongue flattening out on the tip as you spread his precum around himself. He hissed at the sensation, head falling into the mattress below him as his hands wound your hair in a makeshift ponytail.

You giggled around his cock before taking him in your mouth, lowering yourself down until he hit the back of your throat. which caused him to groan loudly. “Fuck, Angel. So good.”

The praise made you smile around him, sucking on the tip like a lollipop as you moved your hips side to side while looking up at him. He chuckled at you devilishly before pushing your head lightly, guiding you back down.

You obeyed, moving your hands to his thighs as you surrendered all control over to him. With his mouth agape, Andy pushed your head down, moaning as you peered at him through your eyelashes. Daringly, your hand left his thigh, trailing down his balls to the spot between his balls and his ass, and your finger lightly brushed the spot.

It sent him wild. Andy thrust his hips up harshly, muttering a quick apology before fucking into your throat. Your spit began pooling, free-falling from the corners of your mouth as you gagged on his cock.

His hand softened on your hair, pulling you off his cock as he took a few deep breaths, allowing you to do the same. He was close to coming, you could tell by the way he twitched in the back of your throat, but he wasn’t ready for the night to end yet.

You took the advantage of having him so close to being your tongue between his cheeks, flattening out and teasing his tight hole. Andy groaned, hips jerking as your hand added to the sensation by stroking him. Quickly, Andy began panting harshly again, mind cluttering with fog as you continue your actions, and before he knew it, he was coming.

Hot white ropes spurted across his abdomen as you tugged his shaft through his high, wanting to tease him further before his hand found your wrist and stopped you with a harsh look. “Angel,” he panted, eyes shutting softly as he chuckled, “Jesus Christ, you’re good.”

You giggled at the praise, crawling to his abdomen to clean the mess he’d made with your tongue. Once in your mouth, you leveled with his head, tongue sticking out as he watched his semen slide down the muscle slowly, only to be sucked back in so you could swallow it.

The two of you crawled under the covers, flicking rose petals off the pillows as you cuddled into his chest with a yawn. “Good first date, babe.”

Andy smiled, kissing your head as he offered a small, “Anything for you, Angel.”

———

Dating three men at once proved to be an exhausting task. You loved each of them equally and adored the time you spent with each of them, but dividing your time equally was tiring.

After going on a date with Steve and then Andy, you were down to going on your first date with Ransom. Contrary to the previous dates, Ransom insisted you decide where the two of you were going; he was set on allowing you to set the pace on everything.

“Maybe we should see a movie? Drown out the memories of my ex by replacing it with new memories with you,” you suggested, curling around on the couch you two were sat on, draping your legs across Ransom’s lap.

Ransom hands rested on your legs, smoothing over the skin as he sighed softly in thought. “Why don’t we do something right now, Princess? It’s a nice day, it’d be a shame to sit up in my house all day.”

Turning to glance out the window at the beautiful spring day, you nod. “Yeah, maybe we should go on a picnic,” you exclaimed, sitting up from your position, hand snaking behind Ransom’s shoulders as he chuckled.

“If that’s what you want to do, Princess,” Ransom smiled, lips meeting your cheek as you blushed softly.

Throughout your friendship with the boys, Ransom’s always allowed you to see through his rough exterior, but the pet name was a new one. He’d only started using it a few months back, but now it made you swoon— blush creeping on your cheeks, thighs pressing together swoon.

You stood to our feet, hands smoothing down the skirt of your sundress before reaching out to Ransom, offering an aide to help stand him up. “Got a basket, Ran?”

Ransom stood beside you, hands wrapping around your body as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head with a hum. “Do you think I’d have a basket, Princess?” He joked, chuckling softly as you looked up at him disappointedly. “We can go buy one,” he offered, fingers pushing hair behind your ear as your fake pout turned into a wide smile— he’s always been a sucker for a pout.

With his hand in yours, you pulled him along beside you out the door.

—

“Here you go, a crown of flowers for the most beautiful Princess ever,” Ransom whispered, placing the fragile crown of tied together flowers delicately on your head.

You blushed, kissing his cheek. “Thank you, baby. I tried making you one, but,” you said, showing him the tone flowers in your hands— the failed attempts at making a crown of your own.

Ransom laughed, grabbing a nub of a flower and pushing it into the hair under your crown, “You’ve got to be gentle, Princess, they’re delicate.”

You smiled at him brightly, leaning your back into his chest as you watched the people walking around the park.

The picnic had been a fabulous idea. Ransom bought a picnic basket happily before you dragged him to the store to buy food to bring. He helped you pack the basket in the parking lot of the picnic, only to open it right back up after strolling hand in hand to the perfect spot.

After finding said spot, Ransom flattened a blanket down quickly before sitting down with you on the ground.

Hanging out with Ransom was always fun. He was so sweet and attentive, making sure you were enjoying yourself and comfortable. He wasn’t fond of showing off his soft side, so being in love in public was weird for Ransom, and if anyone he knew witnessed it, he grew rigid, not knowing how to act suddenly.

It hadn’t happened since you’ve started dating the boys, yet, but it’s happened plenty of times in the past when you were just friends. You’d laugh it off at the time, finding it humorous that Ransom was so quick to let everyone think he was a complete asshole; however, you weren’t ready for it to come up now that you were dating. What if he grew rigid and pushed you away? What would his reaction be?

Regardless, the thought alone was enough to have you antsy and ready to head back home.

Ransom sensed your unease, the tension in your body evident against his chest, and ran a hand across your shoulders, pushing your hair to one side so he could kiss your neck. “Are you okay, Princess?” He whispered in your ear.

You took a deep breath, nodding softly as you tried releasing the anxiety from your muscles and relaxing back against him. Ransom had his back against a tree, resting with you between his legs. Your head had been against his chest, but you scooted yourself back, resting the back of your head against his shoulder so your tempe rested against his cheek. “I’m okay, baby.”

He sighed contently, hands wrapping around your body. His hands laid innocently on your body, one splaying across your belly as the other rested on top of your thigh. With nothing else to occupy your mind in the silence of the park, it began to wander.

You’ve been dating the three of them for less than a month, and you’ve cum more times than you ever could with your fiancé, which caused you to grow insatiable.

Each of the boys were beautiful and sexy in their own ways, and each of them had a power over you that you couldn’t describe. The way they looked at you was enough to have your pussy dripping with anticipation and need, desperate to have them; however, Ransom was holding himself back and you could tell.

The two of you had only gone as far as to make out with one another, with some slight grinding, but he always stopped before you two went too far. You wanted more. You needed more.

Your thighs tightened against one another, eyes flickering up to Ransom’s face as you contemplated being transparent with him. His hands tightened on your body as you squirmed, your back pressing into his cock.

“Ransom?” You said, getting his attention as you squirmed up farther, now almost sitting up completely. “I need to tell you something.”

“Yes, Princess?” He quirked, a small smile on his face as his hands remained on your body.

You bit your lip softly, glancing around the park as you decided the best course of action. Slowly, you grabbed his hand that he as rested on your thigh, pulling it up under the skirt of your sundress.

His hand stiffened as his fingers felt the fact you were not wearing underwear. His breathing hitched in his throat, lips finding your ear as he rasped, “Princess, why aren’t you wearing panties to the park?”

You shrugged your shoulders lightly, pulling the skirt of your dress back down as he pulled his hand away, “like the breeze.”

Ransom chuckled darkly, deep breathing in an attempt to calm himself down in public. You whined softly, turning around in Ransom’s arms, tired of the games. “Baby, I need you to take me home and fuck me.”

Ransom’s face blushed as he grabbed the sides of your face and kissed you deeply. “Let’s go.”

Your thighs clenched shut, one leg over the other, as Ransom drove home, big hand resting on the top leg, fingers pushing the hem of your dress up to expose more of yourself to him.

You kept yourself composed, letting his fingers rake over the skin of your thigh as he drove, until he rounded the corner, moments away from the driveway of his house, yet completely deserted.

You unbuckled your seat belt, crawling to your knees as you leaned over the center console to palm his hard-on. Ransom chuckled, arm extending to hold you back from the dash, protecting you as he pulled the car into his driveway. “Princess, we’re almost home.”

You giggled as he put the car in park, grabbing his face and pulling it to yours as you kissed him hungrily. “Let’s do it here,” you muttered against his lips. He chuckled at you, watching as you moved away from him and reached down to move his seat back.

“You wanna have sex in my car? Right now?”

You nodded, smiling as you crawled over the center console with his help, straddling his lap, “Yes, Ransom. I need you.”

Your hips pushed down into his pants, the harsh fold of the crotch of his jeans pushing into your clit as you kissed his neck. Ransom’s hands rested on the middle of your back, careful not to make any moves just yet.

“Princess. Are you sure? We can go inside on the bed, properly,” he mumbled as you kissed him hungrily.

You pulled away from him, looking in his eyes as you nodded. “Ransom Drysdale, I, your girlfriend, want you to fuck me in your car right now.”

The vocal confirmation was all Ransom needed. His hands pulled you back down, remaining on your back as he kissed you again.

Your hips ground into his, his cock growing hard under you as you pulled his hands up to your face. You placed one of his hands on your cheek as the other was pushed into your hair.

Ransom’s hands slowly found their way, his comfort growing as your hips ground into his. His hand slid down your body, pushing the hem of your dress up above your hip, fingers pushing into the flesh of your hip gently.

His forehead rested against yours, breathing ragged as he whispered, “Princess, can I touch you?”

You hummed a response, head nodding in affirmation before you whined, “Yes, Ransom. Make me feel good.”

He took a shaky breath, fingers leaving your hip as they found their way to your core. They dipped into you, feeling the pool gathering in your folds and spreading it to your clit before rubbing soft circles into you.

A soft gasp left your lips, hips grinding into Ransom as you groaned. “Does that feel good, Princess?” He asked, fingers continuing against you.

You moaned softly, hands rested on Ransom’s shoulders for support as you relied, “Yes, Ransom, more.”

Ransom smiled softly, fingers pressing harder into your bundle of nerves as he watched your body jerk at the sensation. You gasped as your fingers pressed into his shoulders. “How’s that, Princess. Feel good?”

You whined as his fingers pressed even harder against you, your hips grinding against his hand involuntarily as your head nodded, brain fuzzy and words leaving you.

Ransom’s hand on your cheek stroked the skin, pulling your head down so your forehead met his. His lips lightly brushed your nose, hips lifting into yours gently as he spoke again, “Princess, I need you to use your words.”

Your jaw dropped, attempting to speak but unable to form words as you simply dropped your head to his shoulder, grinding your hips harshly into his palm as you gasped. “Ra- fuc- ugh,” you stammered, wanting to beg for his cock but unable to form a sentence of any kind.

Ransom chuckled at you, finding it remarkable how easy you were to fold under his touch and crumble at the slightest touch. He pulled his hand away from your core, both hands pushing your dress back over your hips as his hands gripped your ass, lips against your ear as his hips gently rose and you felt the harsh denim of his jeans pushing into your sensitive core. “Try again, Princess. Tell me why you want.”

Your breathing was shallow, panting as you tried forming your words, but instead relying on your hands as they unbuttoned Ransom’s pants, shoving them down as far as you could without his help. He simply watched you, head tilted to the side as he observed your movements carefully, waiting patiently for you to instruct him on what you wanted him to do next.

Your hand palmed him through his jeans, watching as his eyes grew darker as his cock grew harder, face remaining the same as you grew more and more frustrated at your lack of ability to speak.

“Fuck,” you muttered, mouth enveloping his lips as he waited for a finished sentence. “Me,” you whined out, pouting at him as you finally finished your thought.

He chuckled, hands pulling your lips back to his, tongue dipping into your mouth as he lifted his hips for you to push his pants down, exposing his hardened cock. “Do you wanna ride me, Princess?” He gruffest, moans being held in despite your hand stroking his cock, spreading his precum along his length before nodding your head and pushing his head to your cunt.

You pushed yourself to sit further down on his cock, groaning as you felt yourself adjust around him, a soft moan leaving your lips as Ransom groaned out, “Such a beautiful Princess.”

His fingers stroked through your hair, careful not to disturb your crown of flowers before he continued, “Wearing her crown,” his hips lifted into you, meeting your hips as you bounced slowly on his cock, “sitting on her throne.”

You groaned as you bounced on his cock, hands grabbing his shoulders for support as his hips met yours harshly, snapping against you as his hands grabbed your ass.

“Feel so good, Ransom,” You groaned as your fingers left his shoulder and met your clit, rubbing hard circles into yourself as his cock repeatedly brushed your G-spot.

His hands found your hips, tightening around them as he took over, forcing your hips down harshly as his knocked against yours, cock pushing harshly against your g-spot as your fingers increased their speed on your bundle of nerves.

Your head was completely foggy and clouded, words for sure gone from your grasp as your orgasm washed over you. Your legs quivered gently, forehead leaning against his shoulder as you squeezed your eyes shut, orgasm taking over your body as your hot release surrounded Ransom’s cock.

He groaned as you squeezed around him, cum spurting into you as his head fell back against the seat.

You began giggling against Ransom’s chest, vibrations rattling around his cock as he chuckled in response, “What’s so funny, Princess?”

You sat up, lips pecking his nose as your hips moved gently around his cock, feeling as he stiffened slightly, “Our first time was in your car in your driveway.”

He laughed, looked around through the windows as his hands rested on your hips, “I asked you if you were sure. We could have gone in.”

You laughed, shaking your head as you kissed him softly. “It was hot,” you whispered against him, hot breath fanning over his neck as he hummed a response. “What else do you have in store, Ran?” you teased, hips grinding against his newly hardened cock.