Chapter 3

Ryan takes the curves fast. With each turn, Bobby and I slide together until I’m practically in his lap. His hand inches further up my thigh. By the time we reach the expressway, he’s barely touching the tip of my cock. I try to shift my legs a bit so he’s not so close, but Amber’s seat keeps me from getting comfortable in any other position. Almost absently, Bobby moves his thumb in time with the music and taps my dick every third beat. He has to feel it, hard as it is, damn.I close my eyes and pray for the strength to keep from creaming myself.