Wiping her fingers on her towel, she walks over to the end of the bed and puts on a skimpy pair of panties. She dons a dress that makes my balls tighten and my cock harden again.
Fuck. She moves in front of the camera and leans forward, shoving her hand down her neckline to pull her breasts up. When she straightens, she releases her hair and shakes it out a little before winking and puckering up at the camera.
She walks into the bathroom and closes the door.
My cock aches with need again. I clean up my floor with the towel. I need to get laid, but there’s only one person who gets me hard. And she’s apparently going out tonight.
Chapter 18
Dinner Receipts
Sara
Drew picks me up at exactly six forty-five. When I open the door, he sweeps me into his arms and kisses the hell out of me. My knees go weak. Just as I’m sinking into the kiss, he lifts his head.
“Fuck, I missed you, princess.” He cups my cheek and checks over my lips to make sure he didn’t smear my lipstick. “If we didn’t have a reservation, I’d ravish you right here and now.”
When I open my mouth to say I wouldn’t mind, he chuckles and kisses me again.
“Lock up.” He steps back and holds out his hand. “I promised to feed you, so we’re doing that before anything else.”
After setting the alarm, I close the door and lock it. When I take his hand, Drew pulls me down the stairs and to the rear door of his car. He helps me into the street side before rounding the car to get in beside me.
The privacy panel is raised and my whole body shimmers with anticipation. Drew tips my face his way and he takes me in. The desire in his eyes is palpable.
“Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?” He kisses the corner of my lips before kissing the other side.
“No, you haven’t.” I smile, loving the attention. It’s nice not having to beg someone to want me.
“You’re gorgeous, princess.” He pulls away and looks down at my dress. “And this dress, fuck, you’re going to get me in trouble tonight.”
“You don’t like it?” I give him a fake pout.
He grabs my waist and pulls me to straddle him. I squeal at the sudden move and put my hands on his shoulders. Finn held me just like this today. And then I got off for Dante on the video camera. I’m having fun, but what if I’m hurting Drew by doing those things with the others.
We haven’t really discussed some very important topics.
“Where’d my smile go?” Drew rubs his hand down my back, sending shivers of desire through me. I don’t want to be a bummer, but...
“We should talk.”
“More ominous words have never been spoken.” Drew wraps one of my curls around his finger. “What’s on your mind, princess? Besides my cock.”
I don’t fight the smile his words bring out. Especially as I settle a little more on his hard cock with just my panties and his dress pants separating us. But this is important.
“We’re not exclusive, right?”
Drew laughs and tugs me closer. “Did one of those bulldogs pull his head out of his ass?”
Heat floods me. “If he did?”
“Let me guess.” Drew doesn’t look taken aback at all. “Finn seems like the kind to get a little handsy. Did he make you come, princess?”
I bite my lip and nod. He seems okay with it, but what if he’s not? What if he tells me to stop? Can I make that promise to him? If Finn kisses me again, could I pull back? Will I still ask Dante to kiss me?
I’ve been so focused on getting Wyatt’s attention that I never pushed the other two, but now, I don’t think I’m able to end what’s happening between any of us. And I don’t want to.
“What are we talking? Tongue, finger, cock?” Drew’s hands slide beneath my dress and grip my bare ass. “Fuck, princess, what are you wearing under here?”
