Chapter 16: Parking Level B2

Closing hours left the lower parking level half-empty and poorly lit.

Priya’s car was parked in the far corner under a flickering fluorescent that buzzed like it was tired of its job.

Kai sat in the passenger seat in Ethan’s soft body, seat reclined just enough. Priya was already in his lap, skirt pushed up, kissing him like she had been thinking about it since the last time she walked away from him in a stairwell.

Her mouth was hungry. Her hands were under the soft shirt, nails dragging lightly over skin that still felt borrowed.

Kai kissed her back without hesitation, one hand on her thigh, the other tangled in her hair. The windows were already starting to fog.

"Seventy-two hours are up," she murmured against his mouth. "You said the framework was still active."

"It is." Kai’s voice came out lower than Ethan’s ever had. "You sure?"

In answer she rolled her hips down against the soft cock that was already hard inside the borrowed trousers. The friction made both of them exhale.

That was when the others found them.

Marcus noticed first. He had been walking to his own car when the fogged windows and the shifting silhouettes caught his eye.

He stopped.

Sloane appeared beside him a moment later, heels quiet on the concrete. Ethan arrived last, still in Kai’s taller body and the leather jacket, and took in the scene through the glass with a slow, complicated breath.

Priya looked up, lips wet, and didn’t move off Kai’s lap.

"Door’s unlocked," she said.

Marcus opened it.

The next few minutes blurred into motion and permission.

Priya climbed off Kai only long enough for the four of them to shift into the wider space between the cars.

No one bothered with full undressing, skirts were pushed up, trousers were opened. The leather jacket hit the hood of Priya’s car and stayed there.

Kai ended up with Priya bent forward over her own driver’s side door, soft cock buried deep inside her while she braced both hands on the frame and pushed back to meet every thrust. The wet sound of it carried under the low concrete ceiling.

Marcus stepped in behind Kai, close enough that the soft body was trapped between them, and reached around to stroke Priya in time with the rhythm.

Sloane turned to Ethan, shoved him back against a concrete pillar, and freed the heavy cock from his jeans with efficient hands.

"This one next," she said, and sank down onto it in one slow, controlled slide.

Ethan’s head thumped back against the pillar. The heat of her was immediate and tight.

He gripped her hips and let the taller body take over, thrusting up into her while she braced her hands on his chest and rode the motion. Every time she sank down he felt the residual heat of watching Kai fuck Priya only a few feet away.

The two rhythms overlapped, wet skin, quiet moans, the occasional creak of a car suspension, until the parking level felt smaller than it was.

Priya came first with a broken sound against her own forearm. Kai followed her over the edge, burying himself deep and pulsing inside her while Marcus stroked himself to a messy finish across the soft lower back.

Sloane lasted longer. She kept Ethan pinned to the pillar and moved on him with focused, deliberate rolls of her hips until her thighs started to shake. When she finally clenched down and came, the tight pulse dragged Ethan right after her.

He held her through it, coming hard enough that his vision narrowed, the heavy cock throbbing deep while the fluorescent lights hummed overhead.

They barely had time to catch their breath before the positions shifted again.

Priya dropped to her knees between Ethan’s legs, took the messy cock into her mouth, and cleaned him with slow, thorough pulls.

Sloane turned to Kai, guided the soft cock back into herself from behind, and braced both hands on the hood of the nearest car while he fucked her in deep, steady strokes. Marcus moved between them, hands and mouth busy, keeping the heat from dropping.

No one suggested stopping.

No one reached for their phones.

The parking level stayed half-empty and poorly lit, the only witnesses were the concrete pillars and the distant sound of an elevator somewhere above, they thought.

Kai’s soft voice cut through the wet sounds, rough and steady.

"Still yes?"

Three voices answered at once.

Ethan looked at the man wearing his original face, flushed, focused, already pushing deeper into Sloane and felt the night open wider around them.