The hood

Different meet, different diner, dusk already going purple over the gravel. I was sitting on the hood of the plain dark car in the denim jacket and a white t-shirt with nothing written on it, braid over one shoulder, jeans still done up, boots on the bumper. Two men came out with paper cups. Gil was forty-one, broad, quiet mouth. Noam was twenty-six, taller, a grin he had not earned yet. I asked the same question I always ask. Neither of them wrenched for anyone on the stage. They were not a pair who had arrived together to split a woman. They had met in the booth. I told them I fuck who I pick and I do not keep either one. They both said yes.

I stayed on the hood while I said the rest. I wanted Gil's cock in my cunt and Noam's cock in my mouth, and then I wanted them to switch because I said so. If I said brakes, everything stopped. Gil repeated it. Noam repeated it. I pulled the white tee straight, let them see me dressed on the paint for a moment longer, then opened my jeans and kicked one boot off so I could get a leg free. The jacket stayed on. Dusk was warm. My cunt was not interested in waiting.

Gil stepped between my knees. I stroked his cock until it stood thick in my fist, then I lay back on the hood and guided him in. My cunt took his cock slow, then I told him to fuck me properly. He did. The metal flexed under my shoulders. Noam stood by my head. I turned, caught his cock, and sucked him while Gil fucked me, spit on my chin, one hand on Noam's thigh so I could set the depth. Two cocks, the way I had ordered it. I came the first time with Noam's cock on my tongue and Gil's cock buried, cunt pulsing, a laugh breaking out of me because the angle was ridiculous and perfect.

I pushed Gil's hip. I said out. He pulled his cock free and stepped back when I pointed at the fender. Watch, I told him. Do not help and do not sulk. He nodded, cock wet, and kept his hands on the car instead of on me. Noam hauled me to the edge. I said fuck my cunt. His cock slid in easier because Gil had already opened me, and Noam fucked me harder than I expected, which I wanted. I held Gil's eyes while I took it. My cunt clenched. I came again, louder, and told Noam not to cum inside. He pulled out. I stroked both cocks, one then the other, and let them cum on my stomach, Gil first, Noam across the same mess, because I like the proof and I like sending it home on my own skin.

I sat up on the hood, jacket open, braid stuck to my neck, and used the napkin from Gil's cup. I told them this was not a thing we repeat as a unit. Noam asked for my number anyway. I said the diner has a counter, and some other night I might be there, and I might choose someone else. Gil actually smiled. They walked back toward the lights separately. I put the boot on, started the car, and left the turnout to the dark.