Nail Me 2X

“I want you, guys.” She was slurring her words. “Wherever we are, all I can think about is being with you. What have you done to me?”

Her sexy voice made me harder, and I fisted my hands to stop myself from putting her on my lap and thrusting deep into her. She wasn’t wearing any panties, because she wanted to tease us, and I wondered how I could have thought even for a second that was a good idea. It was too painful to sit next to her and not being able to do much.

“I could ask you the same,” Caleb told her and placed his hand on her thigh. “I want to fuck you here.”

She smirked at us. “Then fuck me.”

I groaned, wishing my cock wouldn’t react at every single word that came out of her perfect mouth. “Okay, that’s it. No more alcohol for you.”

“Yeah. You and alcohol is a dangerous combination.”

“And how is that bad?” she purred. “You’re not fun at all.” She pouted, and all I wanted was to kiss her senseless as her warmth surrounded my cock and...

These fantasizes would be the end of me.

“I’ll show you what fun is,” Caleb said and pushed his hand under her dress. She gasped, separating her legs to allow him better access.

“Caleb.” She moaned when he touched her pussy, and I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I grabbed her breast, playing with her nipple as I left wet kisses down her neck. “Trent... Oh God... Someone could see us...”

“You wanted to play dirty,” I said, biting her shoulder. “Now we’ll play dirty.”

“Trent...” Her moans were music for my ears, driving me insane, but I managed to keep my composure. “You’ll make me come

...”

Caleb moved his hand away, earning a protest from her, and decided it was time for us to go. I couldn’t agree more. This whole evening had been a torture next to her.

We reached our apartment twenty minutes later, and we barely got inside when I pushed her against the wall and kissed her. She tasted so sweet, and it was the best taste ever. I grinded against her pussy, needing this friction more than anything. Her tongue against mine felt too hot, increasing the tension in me—increasing this addiction that started from the first moment I saw her.

I pushed her against Caleb, and we caged her in, each one kissing her and touching every part of her body. Her silky skin felt perfect against my hands.

“Ah guys...” She was panting, grinding against us, and it was too sexy. I had to fuck her right now...

A sudden ringing of my phone made us stop, and I frowned, annoyed that we got interrupted like this. I fished the phone out of my pocket and glanced at the screen, spotting an unknown number.

“Yes?” I barked, hoping that the caller would end the call soon.

“Is this Mr. Trent Dane?”

“Yes, that’s me.”

“I’m Mrs. Emma Brown. I’m calling from the rehab center on behalf of Mrs. Agnes Taft. Ms. Bree Taft gave us your contact number in case something happened, so I’m calling you as her emergency contact. Is Ms. Taft with you?”

I looked at Bree, remembering she’d told me she’d given my phone number to them since she’d lost her phone in the fire.

“Yes, she is. Wait a second.” I handed her the phone. “It’s for you.”

She frowned and took the phone. “Hello? This is Bree Taft.”

Caleb and I watched her in silence as she listened to Mrs. Brown. Her face grew paler, and alarms went off in my head. Something was wrong.

“Oh God. Yes. Okay. I understand. Thank you for telling me.” She ended the call and gave me the phone back. “I’m so sorry, guys, but I have to go.”

“Go?”

“Yes. It’s an emergency. I’m so sorry.”

Before we could even ask her what had happened, she rushed out, leaving us to stare after her in complete confusion.