Bound Together (Torn and Bound Duet 2)

The movie is forgotten as I watch the way he caresses her skin so reverently. It makes me wonder if he’ll take her shirt off with us here. My dick twitches at that thought. Then, my dick twitches for a whole other reason when I feel warm lips at my neck. Drew’s tongue is hot as he licks my skin. His teeth nip at my flesh and then he sucks, making me groan.

The loud, desperate sound that escapes me has both Ashton and Mia pulling from their kiss to look over at us. Drew’s palm rubs over my abs, his fingertips teasing the waistband of my sweats. I can’t help but buck my hips up, wishing he’d push his hand down beneath the fabric and grip my aching dick. Ashton’s gaze is fiery lust as he rakes it over me and then his attention is back on Mia. He pulls her thighs until she’s straddling him, kissing her like he might be able to steal her soul—the little devil. Her moans have me reminiscing back to that weekend. When I made her moan like that. He grips her hips, dragging her over his dick, dry fucking her right in front of us.

It’s hot and it makes me feel guilty for thinking it.

I hate that I’d totally watch them go at it if they were up for it.

Needing distance from the scene before me, I turn to meet Drew’s lips for a kiss. He kisses me with such hunger, I feel like he might devour me whole. The couch moves and then Ashton is stumbling away with Mia locked in his arms. They barely get the door closed to his room before her moans really kick up.

“Ready for bed?” Drew rasps out.

“I’m spending the night?” I tease with a grin.

“Damn fucking right you are. I’m going to keep you in my bed as long as you’ll let me.”

Forever.

He can keep me forever.I wake with a splitting headache and a naked body wrapped around me. I’m not used to a dick rutting against my crack, but I can’t say I hate it. Based on the way Drew is still softly snoring, I’d say he’s having a good sex dream. I fight a smile as I lie in the dark, contemplating last night. After a shower where we took turns blowing each other, we fell into bed exhausted but happy.

I thought it was the sun shining in that woke me, but when I hear murmured voices, I realize it’s Mia and Ashton. His door is closed but Drew’s remains open. Mia’s sounds of pleasure filter through the wall, making my dick hard as stone. Every so often Ashton lets out a feral snarl or the headboard will thump hard against the wall. The sounds are erotic. I feel like a voyeur listening to them fuck. A strong hand wraps around my dick, making my heart shudder.

“Someone’s turned on this morning,” Drew rumbles against my neck. “Want me to take care of you?”

I push my ass against his dick, loving the hiss he makes. He punishes me back by stroking me hard, his hand gripping me to the point of pain. Fuck, it feels good. Our breathing becomes ragged as he rubs his dick along the crack of my ass, never attempting to enter, and jacks me off.

God, he feels good.

This feels good.

Like I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment.

“Drew,” I groan. “Fuck.”

“I know,” he agrees. “So fucking good.”

He carries us over the edge together. As soon as my nuts seize up to come, his hot cum rushes up my lower back, soaking me. His dick slides through the mess he made, rubbing against my crack. I come hard, nearly growing dizzy from the pleasure. I’ve barely come down from my high when my phone buzzes from my abandoned pants on the floor.

“Better answer that while I get the shower started,” Drew says, kissing my neck.

He climbs out of bed and tosses me my pants. I fish out my phone to see I’ve missed a call from Mom. With a sigh, I ring her back, putting her on speaker.

“Hey, sweetie,” she chirps. “I thought you were avoiding me again.”

Guilt swims up inside me.

“Never, Mom. What’s up?”

“Your dad and I thought you’d like to come over for steak tonight. He’s about to head up to the butcher to grab some meat. We were wondering if we’d need to get one more.” She pauses. “I know you and Drew don’t always get along, but I was hoping—”

“Yeah,” I say, cutting her off. “We’ll be there. Drew loves steak.”

“Fuck yeah he does,” Ashton says, smirking from the doorway.

I shoot him a glare. “Go away, man.”

“Who’s that?” Mom asks, her voice growing higher with excitement. “A friend?”

“Yeah, Mom, an annoying friend,” I grumble.

Ashton laughs as he walks into Drew’s room. He crosses his arms over his bare chest that’s red from Mia’s fingernails scratching over the flesh. I have to look away.