Chapter 30 Assertion
Assertion
Sara
My brain stopped functioning around the time Wyatt pulled on my hair. And then he kissed me. Like end-of-the-world kissed me. My whole body lit up like a carnival that I most definitely want to attend.
As if I could sleep after that.
Dante ushered me into Tom’s room—still almost naked—kissed me on my head and hurried out before I could even take a breath.
Did I have a few too many really yummy daiquiris at McAvoy’s Bar? Yes. Am I horny as fuck right now with three men within striking distance? Also yes. Should I do anything about it?
That’s where my brain stalls out. They obviously aren’t going to take advantage of me. And I really want to know what Wyatt’s going to tell me in the morning.
I grab a t-shirt nightgown that barely covers my ass and tug it on.
I go through my nightly ritual in Tom’s bathroom. It’s large and clean. I put out all my toiletries and fill up the shower with my stuff. I’m not sure where Dante stored Tom’s things, but it’s like Tom doesn’t even live here.
When I finish, I sit on the end of my bed, well Tom’s bed, to figure out what the hell is going on while I drink my bottle of water. My fingers touch my lips. My brain is slowly working through it.
Wyatt kissed me. Everything inside me burst into flames. I realized we would combust on contact but, fuck. That was so much better than I could’ve imagined.
I got naked in front of them. Dante, Finn, and Wyatt. Sure they’ve already seen me naked, Wyatt only on camera. They may have been behaving, but that was lust in their eyes. Lust for me.
Fuck, I wanted to shatter their control and for once make them forget themselves. Forget the little girl I was and realize I’m a woman now. Ready for the taking. Begging for it. I want to be ravished.
Flopping back on the bed, I know I could take care of the aching need between my legs. It would be good. I could imagine Finn’s or Dante’s tongues pressing inside me. Wyatt’s grip on my hair as his cock slides into my mouth. I groan and roll to the side to grab my phone.
I’m so sick of imagining.
Drew wouldn’t have left me hanging. He wouldn’t have sent me off to bed desperate for release.
Me:
Are you still awake?
Drew:
Is this a u up text?
I smile and sit up. I love that he’s always right there to text me back.
Me:
More like an I miss you and am thinking about you text
Drew:
Fuck, princess. I wish I could be there
Me:
What are you doing?
Drew:
You wouldn’t believe me if I told you
He owns a strip club. I’m prepared for anything he could throw at me.
Me:
Try me
Drew:
At a bar mitzvah
Me:
Seriously?
Drew:
Yes, but I’d rather be wherever you are
I sigh and lie back on the bed. I hope I get the story about why he’s at a Bar Mitzvah. That’s part of what I like about Drew. I don’t know everything about him. He’s a mystery, but I enjoy uncovering more.
Me:
I wish you were here too
Drew:
Line dance, be back
I set my phone to the side and glance at the door. Are the guys even still awake? Last night when I was restless, Dante helped me. My toes curl thinking about how he helped me.
Maybe someone is still up. Finn seemed more than willing to play with me. Besides, where’s Peabody? He’s not in here with me. I should check up on him. Though if I know the little traitor, he’s probably curled up with Dante.
Not that I can blame Peabody. Dante makes a very lovely bed and I’d love to curl up on him too.
I shove off my bed and creep across the room. It’s not like I don’t have free rein of the house. I’m not under house arrest.
Opening the door, I step into the hallway. A little shiver trickles through me at the darkness. I’ve never been in their apartment at night. Wyatt’s door is right there. I could open it and crawl into bed with him.
Fuck, I could crawl into bed with any of them. Bet that would be a surprise.
After that kiss with Wyatt, I want more. I blow out a breath. I’ve waited this long. I guess I can wait until morning after we have our talk.
Yay, a talk.
Why does everything have to be so complicated?
Can’t we just fuck now and talk later?
I walk into the living room and check for my little furball, but he’s not on the couch. He’s in with either Finn or Dante. Wyatt would look like a pin cushion in the morning if Peabody could gnaw on him all night.
I chuckle to myself as I reach the kitchen, grab a glass from the cabinet, and fill it with water. Taking a drink, I turn to study the darkened room. What happened tonight and how could it have gone differently?
Would it have gone differently if I hadn’t drunk so much?
It didn’t feel right without Drew here, though. Which is an odd thought to have. These guys I’ve known all my life. I’ve known Drew for a few months. If anything, I should be excluding him now that Wyatt wants me.
A little thrill goes through me.
Yes, Wyatt definitely wants me. I felt his hard cock pressed against my stomach as he kissed me. But that doesn’t mean he’s a sure thing. Besides, I would have been insulted if I was naked and he didn’t have an erection.
There’s going to be a talk.
Probably where Wyatt tells me all the reasons he can’t be with me. I’m sure my innocence will be the top thing on the list. Then there’s his friendship with Tom. And whatever his kink is that he thinks I won’t be able to handle.
I haven’t even had time to contemplate those dildos in his drawer. They seemed high quality. Maybe a collector’s thing. Maybe he likes to use them on himself?
I shake my head at the thought. If Wyatt were gay or bi, someone would have told me by now. Fuck, Tom would have told me to get me to stop pining over his friend. And that kiss. A shiver works through me. Definitely attracted to me at least.
That doesn’t mean he doesn’t like to use them on himself though. Which would be weird and kinky. I turn and refill my water glass. A door opens and I set my glass down on the counter. I’ve been caught.
I remind myself there’s no reason I can’t be out of my room.
The jingle of Peabody’s tags fills the room as he trots over to me. I squat down next to him and stroke my hands over his face.
“Hey, buddy, where have you been?”
I lift my gaze to a pair of legs in pajama pants and keep climbing to reach the face of my Viking.
“Everything okay, pip?” Dante holds a hand down to me.
I take it and feel that now familiar zing of electricity between us as he lifts me to my feet. “Just wondering where Peabody was and getting some water.”
Dante looks less than convinced, but his eyes drop to the thin fabric covering my breasts. They grow heavy and my nipples harden beneath his gaze. I bite my lip and press my thighs together at the growing wetness.
He gives me a wary smirk. “Feeling needy, pip?”
Fuck, those words make everything inside me burst into flames. I wet my lips. “I was needy earlier too, boss.”
His hands go to my waist and he lifts me onto the counter. “Fuck, what are you wearing? This barely covers you.”
I shrug as his hand skates up the inside of my thigh. I place my palms on his bare chest. He’s warm and solid beneath my hands. My fingertips buzz.
“Will you kiss me again?” I whisper, like we could be caught at any moment. Because we could. Part of me really wants to be caught and the other part wants to see how this goes. Just him and me.
He captures my chin and tips it up. His pale blue eyes search mine as his thumb trails over my lower lip. Sparks light through my veins.
“Even though you might finally have Wyatt, you still want me, pip?” His head lowers.
My breath catches in anticipation. “Yes, Dante. I want you. I want all of you. Please, kiss me.”
He kisses me and brushes his fingers over my damp panties. I gasp and slide my fingers into his hair. His tongue grazes against mine as he explores every inch of my mouth. He sets me on fire.
He jerks my panties to the side so he can touch my bare skin.
“So wet for me, pip.”
He presses his fingers inside me as his thumb glides over my clit. His fingers curl against that spot and rub. A hum of electric lust flows through me. My lips part and he smiles against them.
“That’s it. Feel that right there, Sara? That’s the spot that’s going to make you see stars.” He slides his fingers out and presses them back in, hitting that spot again. I moan at the buzz.
“Dante.” I can’t move the way he has me pressed on the counter. My knees are on either side of him. My butt is on the edge. I want to rock my hips. I make a frustrated noise in the back of my throat.
“No, pip. I’m going to make you come and send you off to bed with a huge grin on your face.” His lips take mine again as he keeps his hand moving inside me, stroking me, pushing me higher.
I run my hands down his chest and hard abs to dip into his pajama pants. I grasp his hard, thick cock and he groans. Now it’s my turn to smile into our kiss. I stroke his length with both hands, spreading his precum down over his smooth skin.
“Fuck, pip,” he whispers into my mouth.
He curls his fingers again and thrusts harder and faster until I can’t hold back anymore. Needy noises fill the room around us. His mouth closes over mine as I cry out and shatter in his arms. As promised, stars burst behind my eyelids. My toes curl as the delicious orgasm runs through me.
Part of me longs to guide his cock to my entrance, to feel him press inside me and fill me, stretch me. To pulse around his thickness instead of his fingers.
Instead, I work his cock with my hands, twisting around and sliding them up and down, until he groans into our kiss and his hot seed coats my hands.
We break apart, both of us panting. Catching his eyes, I bring my hand to my mouth and lick his cum off. His eyes darken. He captures the back of my head and kisses me deeply, like he’s trying to taste himself on my tongue.
An aftershock courses through my pussy, clutching around his fingers.
“You know anyone can walk into the kitchen.” Finn’s voice makes both of us freeze.