Hi everyone! This is the start of a three part story involving some of my favorite characters. It might end up all over the place as far as categories go, sorry about that! Thanks for reading! Enjoy!
Sasha woke with a start. She blinked behind her sunglasses, rubbing at the sore spot on her forehead where it had leaned against the window.
"Sorry gorgeous," Greg said quietly. "I didn't see the pothole in time, it came outta nowhere."
Sasha stretched and yawned.
"That's alright. Where are we?" she asked.
"Just passed through Quartzsite," Greg said.
"I could use a stop if there's something close by," Sasha replied.
She opened the visor and slid the mirror cover over to check her sore forehead, grimacing at the bright red mark.
"There should be a gas station in maybe 15 minutes or so," Greg replied.
"Great!" Sasha said.
She closed the mirror and visor and pulled her phone from her purse at her feet. She had a text from Jasper.
Just arrived at the house Aaron rented. Holy. Shit.
Sasha snorted and replied.
What's it like?
She hit send but her phone immediately popped up a message saying it couldn't be sent until she had service. She sighed.
"What's up?" Greg asked.
"Jasper sent a text about the house Aaron rented for us," Sasha said.
"What'd he say?" Greg pressed.
"Basically just 'holy shit'. No picture or anything. At least nothing's come through," Sasha said.
"We've been in a dead zone for a bit. Maybe it'll come through when we hit service again," Greg said.
Sasha agreed as she plugged her phone into the cord to charge and started one of their downloaded road trip playlists.
"God, thank you, it's been all radio preachers and static for a while," Greg said.
"You could have woken me!" Sasha said.
"You looked so peaceful. Besides, I didn't want to interrupt, you were moaning in your sleep, I figured it must have been a good dream."
Greg waggled his eyebrows over his sunglasses.
"Whatever Greg!" Sasha giggled. "I'm not horny all the time!"
"Sure, sure," Greg teased.
The couple chatted and laughed together, pausing their conversation to sing along with their favorite songs.
After a few minutes they pulled into a gas station to fill up their tank, grab some snacks, and use the restroom. Sasha finished first and was leaning against the car. They had pulled into a parking spot around the back of the store after gassing up. She was looking out at the desert landscape admiring the vastness, warmth and colors when her phone jingled in the back pocket of her shorts. It was another text from Jasper. A photo of him, Aaron, and two people she could only assume were Madison and Fred filled the screen.
"Jesus Christ," she muttered zooming in on the guy in the background.
She had never seen a picture of Fred before, since she didn't spend much time on social media. Fred was fucking gorgeous. He held up two fingers in a peace sign, the other hand shoved in the pocket of his shorts, smiling coyly. She tapped the photo returning it to its normal presentation.
Aaron had his arms snaked around one of his husband's muscular arms, face plastered with a huge smile. One of Jasper's brightly blue eyes was closed in a wink, his mouth open wide in a smile, tongue hanging out, one arm outstretched behind Madison. Her long wavy strawberry blonde locks were pulled half up, hazel eyes sparkling merrily as she mimicked Jasper's expression, cute pink tongue lolling out. A thrill of warmth started to bubble up in Sasha's chest, swirling down to her stomach.
"God our friends are so fucking hot," Greg said.
Sasha jumped at his voice.
"Goddamn, you scared me," Sasha said.
"Is that Fred? Damn, Aaron!" Greg exclaimed, pulling his sunglasses up and zooming in to get a better look at the picture.
"I know right?" Sasha said.
She blew out a breath, locked her phone, and slid it back into her pocket.
"You look a little flushed Sash," Greg grinned.
"Oh please!"
She crossed her arms over her chest in an attempt to hide her puckering nipples. Greg smirked and took a step closer, putting his hands on her hips. He leaned close to her mouth and planted a little kiss there.
"You know," he rumbled. "You said we'd fuck all the way to Palm Springs. But we have yet to do anything of the sort."
He kissed her again, pressing his body to hers. She returned the kiss, her arms snaking slowly around his neck. She paused their kiss for a moment.
"What'd you have in mind?" she asked.
Greg smirked and kissed her neck, dragging his tongue down the side.
"Well, I can just show you, huh?"
His hands moved deftly over her breasts, thumbs rubbing lightly over the peaking nipples.
"What if someone sees?" Sasha said.
She wasn't really bothered. In fact, the thought of possibly getting caught sent a thrill through her that moistened the crotch of her underwear.
"Not likely," Greg muttered.
He continued running his thumbs in circles over her hardening nipples. She was glad she had opted to wear a bathing suit top instead of a regular bra. The thinner material rubbed over her sensitive nipples causing a small moan to travel up her throat. Greg brought one of his hands down her torso slowly, trailing his fingertips under the leg of her shorts. They brushed lightly against her soaking underwear.
"Seems you don't mind being caught," Greg growled rubbing harder at her wet crotch.
She moaned in reply as he slid a finger up her slit somewhat awkwardly due to her shorts. He took his hand from her breast and carefully unfastened the button fly of her garment, pushing them down just slightly. The top of her bare ass pressed to the warm metal of the car. He had better access to her now and ran a finger between her dripping labia, a thumb circled her clit slowly.
"Hhhah, Greg. Yeah," Sasha breathed out.
Her hips began to roll in circles as his fingers rubbed over her hot wet opening. He slipped two fingers inside of her for just a second before pulling them out again, trailing them forward and rubbing her arousal over her protruding clit. Sasha's mouth dropped open with a small sound.
"You like that gorgeous?" Greg mumbled.
Sasha's arms remained around his neck. He used his body to block the view of her from anyone coming around the corner.
"Oh, yeah, keep going," Sasha said.
Her hips rolled again as he ran his fingers between her lips once again and plunged them into her entrance. She bucked forward, her back arching slightly. Greg laced an arm around her back, pulling her close as he slid in a third finger, gliding in and out of her rhythmically. Her breathing was harsh pants, his fingers gradually increasing in speed.
"Ohh, Greg, I'm so close! Ah, yeah, Oh YEAH!"
Sasha's back arched, and her head flew back. Greg holding her upright was the only reason she didn't whack the back of her head on the car. He could feel the silky squeezing of her pussy around his fingers as she came, the moisture running from her. He continued to pump his fingers until the shaking in her thighs stopped.
"Oh my god," she gasped out.
Sasha leaned forward and pressed a wet kiss to Greg's mouth, driving her tongue forward, pressing to his obvious erection.
"We need to get going," Greg muttered, rubbing his bulge absently on Sasha's stomach.
She was still panting but nodded.
"OK," she said.
They untangled their bodies and Sasha pulled up her shorts, running inside to use the bathroom once more before they got back on the road.
Greg sat in the driver's seat as Sasha came around the corner. It was strange because she thought they were going to switch halfway through, and this was about halfway to Palm Springs.
"I thought we were switching," she said.
She glanced down at the large bulge in Greg's shorts. He was rubbing his hand over his stiff cock slowly.
"Well, we sort of are," he grinned.
Sasha returned the grin as he started the car. Her hand reached out and slowly stroked over the hard lump of Greg's erection. He sighed a little as he started to pull out of the parking lot.
Sasha kept rubbing her hand over his cock, until they were racing down the mostly empty highway. Greg dutifully set the cruise control and kept his eyes on the road. Sasha carefully slid his zipper down, pushed her hand through the opening, and pulled his cock free. Greg sucked a slow breath in through his teeth as Sasha ran her fingers over the glistening tip of his cock.
"Fuck, Greg, I want your cock in my mouth," Sasha whined.
"Go ahead Sash," Greg groaned.
Sasha's eyes widened and her hand moved up and down his stiff shaft.
"Really are you sure? It won't distract you?" she asked.
Greg shook his head, his eyes hyper focused on the road in front of him as if to prove to her how focused he could be.
"No, it'll be fine, just... fuck..." He shuddered as her hand stroked down his shaft. "Put it in your mouth."
Sasha shifted in her seat, slipping out of her seatbelt a bit and leaned over the center console.
"Hha Ah!" Greg gasped out as Sasha's lips closed over his swollen head. "Oh yeah, Jesus, Sash."
His cock dripped generously in her mouth. She brought her mouth down the length of him slowly, savoring the smooth skin and the salty taste of precum coating her tongue. She took his whole length into her mouth slowly, the tip of his cock slipping deep into her throat.
"Ohh, fuuuck, Sasha," Greg moaned.
His eyes remained focused on the road, but one hand wound through the hair at the back of her head. Her tongue flattened and she dragged it up the stiff length, hollowing her cheeks as she sucked. She repeated these slow ministrations as Greg's moans grew and his fingers began to tighten in her hair.
