Leave the club

Hours later, the group stumbled out of the club, limbs loose and heads fuzzy from the copious amounts of **** consumed. Ethan slung an arm around Mia's shoulders, pulling her close as they hailed a cab. Let's head back to my place for an afterparty, he suggested with a grin, his words slightly slurred. We can keep the fun going! The others cheered in agreement, piling into the vehicle behind them.

Ethan drunkenly called shotgun and ran to the front leaving the 3 boys to sit in the back.

“Where am I gonna sit!” She moans

“You can sit on someone’s lap in the back but not up front girl” the taxi driver barks. Mia looks at Ethan who was too drunk to hear what he said.

“Babe-“ she begins to say before she feels someone pull her into the back seat and close the door causing her to giggle, sprawled out on the boys’ laps.

As the cab wound through the city streets, Mia found herself passed from lap to lap in the backseat, each guy eager to have her sat on them.

First Jake, whose large hands immediately sought out the globes of her ass, kneading the firm flesh through her thin dress. Then Tyler, who pulled her flush against his broad chest, one hand splayed possessively over her toned stomach while the other crept up to toy with the straps of her top.

Throughout it all, Matt kept guard, leaning forward to ensure Ethan remained oblivious, focused solely on giving directions to the driver. Mia bit her lip hard, muffling the needy whimpers that threatened to spill out as skilled fingers mapped her body, stoking the inferno raging in her core.