Satisfied 2X

“I know you do, baby.” His hand massaged between her slit. He slid his fingers around her clit and coated her rosebud with her own juices.

His lips landed on her neck, kissing her as he pushed the baton inside her. She arched her back into him, sucking the wand inside the tight ring of muscle. He was faster than Hunter.

“Oh it’s intense.”

“But it feels good?” He pumped it in and out.

She nodded. “Don’t stop.”

He kissed her feverishly while his fingers wound around her waist, making their way to her clit. He strummed over it, before pressing inside her soaking pussy. His fingers stretched and filled her walls while he buried the wand deep in her forbidden zone. The impact ricocheted through her with force.

She didn’t know how long she could handle it. The sensation was fiery and with Drew’s massive body covering hers she was powerless to hold off her climax. She loved everything about it. It was as if he was granting a kind of power she didn’t know she had. She wiggled and quaked until the wand was fully inside her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered as the orgasm hit her core like an earthquake.

Drew held her while he hammered into her from two points, drawing one explosive wave after another. She quivered and panted. She had expected him to be the gentle and tender one, but he had a bad boy edge she didn’t expect. It was a turn on knowing, his polished exterior was something he showed everyone else, but here in the closet he lost himself in her. He gave her his raw passion. He touched her like she wanted to be touched. He never held back and she followed his lead, throwing her body into it. With him it was ok to crave something dark and dirty. Something that made her feel good.

“Oh Drew. Don’t stop,” she begged.

“I won’t,” he promised.

The orgasm pooled before fading like a current. She exhaled.

“You are fucking exquisite. Do you know that?” He spun her face to him. He kissed her, lingering against her lips.

She shook her head. “No one’s ever said that.”

“You should hear it every single day.”

He rubbed his thumb against her cheek. “You should be treated like a goddess. Given everything in this world. Hunter and I will make sure you have that.”

She fell into his chest. “I don’t want your money, Drew. I’ve never wanted it.”

“Why not? It comes with the package.”

She wiggled her cocktail dress back into place. “I’ve seen people do terrible things for money. All it does is cause pain. I don’t need it. I don’t want your money.”

“Hey, we want you to have it. What’s the point of having millions if we can’t use it for something fun? Beautiful clothes? Expensive trips? Spa treatments?” He winked. She realized he and Hunter probably knew before they arrived at the suite she had taken advantage of the spa perks.

“It ruined my family, Drew. It destroyed my father. It’s not worth it.” She felt the tears burn the back of her lids. She didn’t want to cry in front of him, especially not after the moment they had just shared. She didn’t want to ruin her sexual triumph with painful memories of the past.

“Tell me,” he pressed.

She shook her head. She dabbed the corners of her eyes, praying the eye liner was still intact. “No. Maybe another time. Not tonight. Tonight, is about the future. Not the past. I love tonight with you and Hunter. I want to focus on that.”

He kissed on the forehead. “If that’s what you want.” He threaded his fingers through hers. “Come on. Let’s get back to the party. Someone might want their coat back.” He laughed.

Alison couldn’t help but giggle. If they knew what she had just done between their coats, they might be happy to leave them behind.

Drew turned off the light as they left the closet and headed into the party.

Twenty-Two

Alison

The cocktail reception lasted much longer than Alison expected, but she realized Hunter and Drew were having fun finding places where they could sneak off with her. She loved it. The dark corners. The places where they could be caught. It was dangerous and sexy. She’d never been this daring.

She knew she had crossed a line. She also knew she wasn’t interested in stepping back over it.