Chapter 25 – 3rd Round. (+18)

 Several seconds passed.  

Cya hadn’t gotten off.  

She was still sitting on top of him, with Lyon’s cock buried all the way inside. Her insides remained hot, wet and slightly clenched around him, as if they didn’t want to let go completely.  

Lyon liked it.  

More than he was willing to admit out loud.  

Feeling Cya’s insides like that, so tight and warm even after she had already come, was… pleasant.  

Too pleasant.  

“…Do you want to rest a little?” Lyon asked quietly, running a hand down her back.  

Cya let out a long sigh against his neck.  

“I’d like… to travel like this the rest of the way,” she answered between uneven breaths.  

Lyon blinked.  

‘Huh?’  

He tried to reason.  

“You look pretty tired, Cya. Seriously. You just…”  

“According to the internet…” she interrupted him, still without pulling away, “guys are also supposed to come when they do it. But I… didn’t feel you release anything.”  

Lyon let out a nervous laugh.  

“Ah… that. I’m a complicated ejaculator,” he lied, scratching the back of his neck a little with his free hand. “Sometimes it takes a while. A long while.”  

Cya lifted her head just a bit. Her red eyes, still a little hazy, locked onto his.  

“Then… I just have to work hard so you come at least once before we reach the hotel.”  

The way Cya said that statement…  

So sweet. So calm. As if she were talking about finishing a pending task and not about continuing to fuck him in the back seat of her own car, turned Lyon on a little.  

And then Cya started moving her waist.  

A slow, deliberate rocking that made Lyon’s cock brush right where it affected him most.  

Lyon let out a small moan and disguised it with a fake cough.  

Cya smiled.  

A small, almost satisfied smile.  

“You don’t have to do that,” she whispered. “I like hearing you make those kinds of sounds.”  

And Cya started to take control.  

It was no longer just up and down.  

She changed the rhythm.  

Sometimes slower, sometimes deeper.  

Sometimes she turned her hips slightly so the angle was different.  

Every new movement pulled a different reaction from Lyon’s body.  

Inside his head, the voice exploded.  

“Stop that bitch right now!”  

Lyon barely heard her.  

The pleasure was too much.  

Instead of stopping her, he lowered his hands, clumsily unbuttoned Cya’s shirt and leaned in to take one of her breasts into his mouth.  

Cya tensed up all at once.  

“Nngh…!”  

It was the first time a guy had done that to Cya.  

The heat of Lyon’s mouth around her nipple, the tongue moving, the light scrape of teeth… tore a higher moan from her than the previous ones.  

Cya’s arms closed around Lyon’s head, pressing him against her chest while she inhaled deeply the scent of his hair.  

She wanted more.  

She wanted to milk him dry.  

Feeling how his cock throbbed inside her was one of the things that drove her craziest.  

Every pulse, every slight hardening, pushed her to squeeze harder with her inner walls, trying to get something out of him… anything.  

But Lyon didn’t come.  

And to Cya’s misfortune, all the sensations together built up too fast again.  

Cya came a second time.  

The second orgasm left her trembling, legs weak and breathing completely shattered.  

Cya collapsed against Lyon’s chest, soaking him even more with her juices.  

For a moment she stayed silent, face hidden.  

“…Sorry,” she murmured, embarrassed. “I left you… pretty soaked.”  

Lyon let out a low laugh and stroked her head.  

“It felt pretty good,” he said, voice a little husky. “Seriously.”  

Those words were enough.  

Cya, still tired, started moving her hips again.  

◇◆◇  

In the front seat, the driver had both hands clamped on the steering wheel with a force that made her knuckles crack.  

She couldn’t believe it.  

She literally couldn’t believe it.  

Were they really going to do it three times in a row without pulling out or changing positions?  

Not even in the wildest porn she had ever watched in her life had she known a guy capable of making a woman come twice and start a third round consecutively. Without pause. Without complaining. Without losing his erection.  

Now she finally understood, or thought she understood, why leader Cya was so close to that guy.  

That boy was a total stud!  

The driver watched the live sex scene unfolding behind her with a completely incredulous expression.  

They acted as if she didn’t even exist. As if the front seat were empty. As if the car drove itself.  

That… hurt a little.  

She hadn’t expected to feel so irrelevant to Cya. She had worked for her for three years. She had kept secrets. She had turned off cameras. She had lied for her when necessary.  

And now it turned out Cya was willing to fuck someone right behind her as if she were furniture.  

Although… it could also mean something else.  

It could mean that Cya trusted her that much. That she trusted her enough to show her, without filters, how she was devouring the guy she liked.  

It was strange.  

Very strange.  

Time started to pass.  

Cya’s moans were, by far, louder than the guy’s. He barely let out muffled sounds every now and then.  

She, on the other hand, no longer held back at all.  

Of the twenty minutes the trip was supposed to last…  

They were fucking for eighteen.  

Only when Cya noticed the hotel was already very close did she finally get off him.  

The driver, through the rearview mirror, managed to catch a glimpse of Lyon’s cock still fully erect, glistening with wetness, without having gone down a single millimeter.  

The driver was left speechless. And, at the same time, a little wet from everything she had seen and heard.