Owen and Tosh were picking up the pace in the front seat after their marathon kisses; at least Tosh had her trousers and lacy thong off now. Owen had pressed her up against the dashboard, her feet barely touching the passenger seat as Owen’s tongue sneaked almost lazily inside her, brushing her clit and pulling away, teasing, licking. She finally reached out and gripped his hair in her fingers. “Enough, I’m ready!”
Owen smirked back at her. “Yes, ma’am.” But his hands were gentle as he pulled her back into his lap and she straddled his hips, his expression strangely solemn as she guided his cock inside her, his lips exceedingly tender as she kissed him and they began to grind together.
Gwen glanced at them from the backseat. It reminded her of none of her times with Owen, and she turned her attention back to Ianto. He was still inside her, and she was still sopping wet. “Ianto?” She ran a hand up his arm. “Could we…? Please?”
His blue eyes crinkled into a smile, and he kissed her in answer. His lips trailed down her neck as he pulled out of her, but before she had time to protest the loss, she could feel his fingers moving inside. She let out a low moan that suddenly became high-pitched as he took her left nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped delicately along the tender nerve endings and Gwen heels dug hard into the back seat. Ianto’s fingers slick and assured, stimulating her clit while at the same time he tongued her nipple, brought her off into a second orgasm faster than she thought humanly possible. She whited out for a moment that lasted what seemed like hours, and focused back on Ianto. He had moved on to her right nipple, his fingers still twisting inside of her. She had never been so wet in her life. It must be the alien mist, she thought dazedly, because damn if I’m not going to come again.
Ianto’s tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth just barely grazing. Gwen’s breath came in short, desperate pants, and she reached up over her head to hang onto the door handle as Ianto gave a particularly sharp bite to her nipple and his fingers spread inside her. She came with a shriek, and she could just dimly make out Ianto rocking back onto his heels with a satisfied expression on his face. She could hear Tosh moaning out Owen’s name from the front seat as she came and Owen’s answering mewling gasps. He was close.
Gwen focused on Ianto, his back against the door across from her. He was half hard again, but didn’t seem worried about it as he watched Tosh and Owen. Gwen pushed herself up onto her elbows and slid onto the floor of the SUV. Her fingers crawled up Ianto’s ankles, his calves, his thighs and he was all focused on her now. She stroked his cock a few times, making him harder, before she delicately drew him into her mouth. She knew her mouth wasn’t as big as Jack’s, and she might not (all right didn’t) have as much experience, but she sucked with gusto and he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Her fingers tickled his balls and her teeth nipped lightly. She drew back slightly and swirled her tongue around the head, before swallowing him down. She was vaguely aware of Owen coming in the front seat as Ianto came in her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing (Owen’s t-shirt) and wiped it off her. She was starting to get very sleepy. Tosh and Owen were already asleep in the front seat as Ianto pulled her up to stretch out in the back seat on top of him.
“I have the oddest feeling we won’t remember this,” he murmured into her hair, “but for what it’s worth, I had a really good time. Excellent team building experience.”
Torchwood, Gwen/Ianto, Tosh/Owen -- SUV Sex Part 2B
Owen smirked back at her. “Yes, ma’am.” But his hands were gentle as he pulled her back into his lap and she straddled his hips, his expression strangely solemn as she guided his cock inside her, his lips exceedingly tender as she kissed him and they began to grind together.
Gwen glanced at them from the backseat. It reminded her of none of her times with Owen, and she turned her attention back to Ianto. He was still inside her, and she was still sopping wet. “Ianto?” She ran a hand up his arm. “Could we…? Please?”
His blue eyes crinkled into a smile, and he kissed her in answer. His lips trailed down her neck as he pulled out of her, but before she had time to protest the loss, she could feel his fingers moving inside. She let out a low moan that suddenly became high-pitched as he took her left nipple into his mouth. His teeth scraped delicately along the tender nerve endings and Gwen heels dug hard into the back seat. Ianto’s fingers slick and assured, stimulating her clit while at the same time he tongued her nipple, brought her off into a second orgasm faster than she thought humanly possible. She whited out for a moment that lasted what seemed like hours, and focused back on Ianto. He had moved on to her right nipple, his fingers still twisting inside of her. She had never been so wet in her life. It must be the alien mist, she thought dazedly, because damn if I’m not going to come again.
Ianto’s tongue swirled around the nipple, his teeth just barely grazing. Gwen’s breath came in short, desperate pants, and she reached up over her head to hang onto the door handle as Ianto gave a particularly sharp bite to her nipple and his fingers spread inside her. She came with a shriek, and she could just dimly make out Ianto rocking back onto his heels with a satisfied expression on his face. She could hear Tosh moaning out Owen’s name from the front seat as she came and Owen’s answering mewling gasps. He was close.
Gwen focused on Ianto, his back against the door across from her. He was half hard again, but didn’t seem worried about it as he watched Tosh and Owen. Gwen pushed herself up onto her elbows and slid onto the floor of the SUV. Her fingers crawled up Ianto’s ankles, his calves, his thighs and he was all focused on her now. She stroked his cock a few times, making him harder, before she delicately drew him into her mouth. She knew her mouth wasn’t as big as Jack’s, and she might not (all right didn’t) have as much experience, but she sucked with gusto and he threw his head back, squeezing his eyes shut. Her fingers tickled his balls and her teeth nipped lightly. She drew back slightly and swirled her tongue around the head, before swallowing him down. She was vaguely aware of Owen coming in the front seat as Ianto came in her mouth. It dribbled down her chin and she grabbed the nearest article of clothing (Owen’s t-shirt) and wiped it off her. She was starting to get very sleepy. Tosh and Owen were already asleep in the front seat as Ianto pulled her up to stretch out in the back seat on top of him.
“I have the oddest feeling we won’t remember this,” he murmured into her hair, “but for what it’s worth, I had a really good time. Excellent team building experience.”
She smiled as she fell asleep.