He chuckles darkly. “Greedy little whore, aren’t you?”
“Drew.” My pussy clenches around him at his words. “Fuck.”
“You want to be my naughty girl, princess?” His fingers slide between my legs to work my clit. “You want to be a whore for me?”
“Yes, please. Make me your whore.”
He fucks me roughly, every stroke taking me higher.
“That’s why you wanted me, isn’t it, princess? You don’t want another man to worship you. You want one who will defile you. Make you do things you never thought you’d want to do. Make you filthy.”
My orgasm overwhelms me, drawing him into his release as he thrusts in deep. Every pulse of his cock makes my breath catch. When he kisses the side of my neck, I take in a shaky breath.
“Better than I imagined, princess.” Drew eases out of me and Finn catches me against him. He uses a warm towel to clean between my legs.
“How are you, flower?” His green eyes search mine.
“I’m good.” I’m sure my smile is sloppy, but damn, I just got fucked by four guys and I feel euphoric. Because I’m hoping to do it all over again.
“Come on. Let’s get some food and a drink before round three.”
My pulse increases at the heat in his eyes. I’m definitely ready for round three.
Drew
Sara slips off the bed and I wrap a silky robe around her shoulders, searching her eyes for any censure.
“Was that okay, princess? Or did that make you uncomfortable?”
She shrugs on the robe and I draw the fronts together, pulling her against me. Her pale green eyes dance with amusement.
“You can call me a whore all you like as long as I’m your whore.” She pushes up on her toes, grabs the back of my neck, and presses her lips against mine. The tightness in my chest unravels as I take over the kiss.
Wyatt liked it when I called her my whore. His eyes lit up. I checked out all their consent sheets, and the fact that Wyatt likes domination and primal play doesn’t really surprise me. The man is stiff and poised in his social life, determined to be exactly what everyone expects.
Letting loose during sex, taking control of another person. Fuck, I can get on board with that. Pretty sure all of us could when it comes to Sara. And that control will be hard won.
I lift my mouth from hers. “Drink?”
“Mmm.” Her eyes darken and drop to my lips. “Did watching the others fuck me make you want me more?”
Her gaze lifts to mine. She’s being bold, but there’s hesitation in her eyes. This is all new to all of us and it’s going to take some time to get comfortable.
“I enjoy watching, but that includes watching me fuck you.” I squeeze her sore ass cheek and she whimpers. “Did you enjoy your spanking?”
Her eyes light up and she smirks. “Maybe.”
Wyatt comes up to us and hands us each a drink. Sara smells hers and smiles.
“Manhattan. My favorite.”
He grabs the back of her neck and kisses her fiercely. “I know. I want you relaxed for this next part.”
Her smile is for both of us as she slips over to where Dante sits. She’s intoxicating enough that I don’t need the whiskey, but Wyatt taps my glass with his.
“Still not one hundred percent on board with this, but she’s amazing to watch with anyone.” Wyatt’s words aren’t lost on me.
I’m the odd man out in this equation. The one she brought into their group. It probably would’ve been easier for them if I just backed out, but I’m not willing to give up Sara.
