“No,” I snap, cutting him off. “I’m fine here.”
I want this feeling with Dax to continue. I want to bottle it up to revisit anytime I’m feeling…needy, downright hungry for my best friend.
Oh my God, I want Dax.
Based on the growing problem I’m feeling now, I can say he wants me too. It must be because of the sex club and everyone else getting off.
I wonder what it would feel like to be doing with Daxwhat the others are doing with each other. Image after image flash through my mind.
Of being back in Dax’s bedroom with him. Of his head between my legs, eating me out. Thrusting into me. How good he would make me feel.
“Oh God,” I purr, wiggling my hips. It does nothing to help Dax.
“Fuck, Chloe,” he bites out. “You really can’t do that.”
“Why not?” It slips out before I can stop it.
“Because…”
“Because why?”
“We can’t.”
Flipping around, I’m straddling Dax. A pained look is on his face as his strong hands drift down my thighs.
“Because you’re my best friend?” I ask.
“Yeah.”
“Cora doesn’t know Drake though,” I argue. “What if…”
“You really want to do this?”
I trace a finger over the fake mustache he’s wearing. “I do if you do.”
When he arches his hips into me, I can’t help the groan that escapes as he pulls me close to him, lips ghosting my ear. “If we do this, nothing changes. Just a quick way to get off. No kissing or anything. This is Drake and Cora. Tomorrow, we’ll go back to being Dax and Chloe.”
“Nothing changes.”
I swivel my hips over his cock. If this is all the two of us get—a quick dry-humping session in a sex club—I’m going to enjoy every second.
Dax kisses a warm path up and down my neck as I keep moving over his hard cock. We’re reading each other perfectly, moving in sync. Nothing has ever felt so, so…right.
I sink my fingers through Dax’s hair as he moves me over him. The soft cotton of his pants against my clit is pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
I want more, but this is all I’m going to get tonight. I don’t know if we could do more and not have things change.
But this? Humping Dax right now? It’s foreplay but so damn good.
“I’m getting close,” I whisper, tossing my head back.
Dax tugs my earlobe between his teeth, commanding, “Look at me. I want to see your face when you come.”
“Yes.”
Inhibition is thrown out the window. I don’t know this person who has taken over my body, but she is taking what she wants. And right now, I want this man to make me come.
Dax’s hands slide over to my ass, moving me faster. Grinding me down harder. One more thrust of his hips up has me exploding.
