‘What the?—’
‘Shhh,’ Drew whispered, his body pressing flush against my naked back. His hand over my mouth, stifling my objection. ‘You don’t want them to hear you, do you?’
I shook my head.
Heat flared in my gut, ugly and unstoppable. Wrong, so wrong, but his wet skin slid against mine and my knees almost buckled. It didn’t feel like a lesson. We were crossing a boundary. A boundary that had blurred when I let him watch Sarah and I.
‘What are you doing?’ My lips brushed his fingers as I spoke.
‘Letting you feel what she felt. To help you understand why she came so fucking hard at that table. Why she left little scabsall up your arm as she rode your fingers.’ His voice grew gravelly as he spoke. ‘Why she came looking at me.’
It was like he twisted a hot knife in my gut, but I couldn’t drag myself from his hot, wet skin on mine. He held me transfixed like a fly caught in a spider’s web. Struggling would only tighten his grip.
‘We can’t. Someone might come in.’ I should have protested much harder, but even my words lacked the resolve they should have had.
‘That’s where the fun lies.’
Drew forced his fingers into my mouth, spreading my lips and pressing deep. I didn’t fight the intrusion. The way his fingers slid over my tongue felt positively debauched.
‘Do you feel it?’ he cajoled. ‘The way your pulse quickens at the thought of being caught. The fact that your cock is throbbing harder than it ever has at the potential of someone walking in here and catching us locked together like this.’
The rushing in my head confirmed what he said, desperate heat filling my veins as I wrapped my tongue around his fingers, swallowing them down. Wanting more.
No.Needingmore.
‘This is how she felt. Being displayed in front of me. Knowing Eloise or my dad could walk in any moment and find you knuckle-deep inside your sweet, slutty girlfriend.’ Drew’s words dripped with heat, his cock hard against my ass.
‘Why?’ I murmured around his fingers.
‘Because you and she are two peas in a filthy little pod.’ The words slashed through me. He was right. He saw it.Saw me. The filth I pretended wasn’t there. He removed his hand and lowered it to my throat, while I bit my lip to stop me from groaning aloud.
‘I’m not like that. I’m just learning how to please her,’ I said, attempting to convince myself it was the truth.
Drew turned me harshly, thrusting me back against the wall as the water drenched us both. Our lips were only a half inch apart, his parted as he set those deep brown eyes on me. Danger flashed in them. A dare. A challenge.
Push me away,they screamed.
‘Tell me you don’t want me to kiss you. Tell me the thought of someone catching you doesn’t make your dick fucking ache. Tell me and I’ll stop.’
‘I can’t.’
‘The danger intensifies it,’ Drew whispered, his lips drawing closer, his breath hot even with the steam surrounding us. Water droplets inched down his tanned skin, and I itched to lean forward and lick one off of him. To taste his skin. ‘Intensifies everything. That’s what Sarah needs.’
‘Show me,’ I said. Losing my goddamn mind.
Drew’s eyes darkened as he closed the space between us, his lips just barely grazing mine as he pinned me to the wall with a hand around my throat to hold me in place.
Our cocks grazed one another, and I quaked. The lightest sensation had me in a fucking chokehold. More visceral than any blowjob or fucking I’d ever done, despite the barely there touch.
‘You want me to show you, Jake? You want me to pull you into the darkness with me?’
I nodded, and within a breath our mouths met in a harried kiss that lacked any finesse. It was all heat and desperation, and it made me yearn for more. For everything Drew had to give. I lost myself in his touch, in the tender grip on my throat and the way his tongue slid against mine. So different from Sarah. No soft devotion, no sweetness. Drew kissed like he wanted to ruin me. And God help me, I wanted to be ruined.
Sarah.
Fuck. Guilt bit me with a harsh nip of reality. I was cheating on my girlfriend.
I pushed Drew off of me, and he didn’t react. Merely stood back in all his naked glory, cock upright, that smirk lifting the corner of his mouth once more.
