Chapter 40
Pooling of Interest
Sara
I don’t know who Drew really is, but I’m pretty sure he’s a god. Because after I take my three guys, Drew opens up another door to a warm bathing room. It’s like a scene from a movie set in ancient Rome.
The floor is sunken into almost a pool, but only three feet deep, with plenty of seating like a hot tub. And it smells amazing, like flowers and herbs. Large enough for a fucking orgy, which is pretty much my new standard for my sex life.
I’m thrilled to finally have a sex life. Even if things are a little achy.
“Come on, princess.” Drew’s hand falls on the small of my back.
He leads me toward a shower off to the side.
After he turns it on, he slides his boxers off.
He has a beautiful body, strong, not overly muscular, but defined.
And his thick, hard cock... My mouth waters and my thighs clench against the aching need.
I’m insatiable. It’s odd to go from never being fucked to having four guys worship my body over and over again. And still wanting more.
Drew’s knowing brown eyes lock on mine. He draws me into the shower and against his warm body. My hands go to his chest. His smile makes my insides melt.
“How are you feeling now?” He soaps his hand and slides it between my legs.
I gasp as he works my clit softly while he washes me.
“Good.” The word is barely a breath as my eyelids lower. Pleasure fills my blood. I can hear the others talking low and the water shifting behind me, and I know they’re waiting for us to join them in the bath.
Well, mostly me. I’m not sure how they feel about Drew yet.
From here I can see them and they can see me. With Drew, if they look. Drew touching me feels clandestine, but if they look over here, they can see exactly what he’s doing to me.
A shiver works through my body.
His eyes darken as he backs me into the warm spray. “I liked watching you get fucked. Taking three cocks at once.”
When his fingers slide into my pussy, I clutch his arms and my lips part. I could get used to this.
“Filling every greedy hole in your body.” He dips his head next to mine, brushing my cheek with his. “Watching you take them and come so fucking hard.”
He twists his fingers and rubs my clit. A tremor works through me as the stimulation becomes almost too much. I pant into his ear. My nipples are pebbled against his chest.
“Did you feel overwhelmed, princess?” His breath caresses my ear as his soft words heat my blood. “Did you like the feeling of three hard bodies pressed into yours?”
“Drew.” His name is a soft plea on my lips.
“Tell me what you want, princess. Whisper it in my ear so only I know what you need.” His words are tipping me closer to the edge with every thrust of his fingers, but I want more.
I wet my lips. His hard cock presses against my hip.
“Fuck me,” I whisper and reach between us to stroke his cock.
His low groan in my ear makes me even wetter. Can he feel it? How much I want him?
“How?” His voice is deeper.
“Thrust your cock into my pussy and fuck me until we both come.” I release a shuddering breath as he pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me empty.
He lifts me against the wall and my arms and legs wrap around him. Our eyes lock as he thrusts deep inside me. My moan reverberates off the walls around us. The low murmur of voices pauses.
It’s like I can feel their eyes on us. The tile I’m pressed against puts us in profile, leaving very little to the imagination.
Before I can look at them, Drew takes my chin and shakes his head. “No, princess. This one is all mine. They can watch how I fuck you, but I want your focus on me.”
I tangle my fingers in his thick hair. “Make me come.”
He grins as his hips rock against mine, more grinding into my clit than fucking me. A rush of heat floods my body as we stay connected, our eyes searching each other’s.
“Do you know why I like to watch, princess?” He pulls out farther and thrusts in hard.
I bite my lip. “Decadence?”
His dark chuckle lights up every inch of my skin. “It’s not the act that gets me. It’s intruding on someone else’s intimate moment.”
He takes my knees, unwrapping me from his waist and pulling my legs wide, opening me up more to him and making it easier for the others to watch.
“When people fuck, they lose a little of themselves to each other. They shed that face they show the rest of the world. The mask slips and reveals who they really are.” Drew’s words are soft, for my ears only.
“Who are you?” I search his eyes, wondering if I can see who he really is.
“To you?” He smirks and rests his forehead against mine as he drives his cock into me. “I’m whatever you need me to be, princess. But in this moment, I want to be the one taking you over the edge into ecstasy one more time.”
Lifting my legs more, he thrusts in, hitting that spot inside me that stokes the fire hotter and more intense. The flames are almost painful.
“Keep your eyes on me, princess.” His voice is tight, like he’s struggling to hold back.
My eyes open to his almost black ones searching mine. It’s intimate and consuming. My release swells over me and drags me under. His lips curve into a satisfied grin as he thrusts in deep and fills me with his cum.
We breathe each other in, still connected, still searching as we come down. Our breathing slowly evens out.
“We should really get you soaking in that water. You’ve been fucked more than most women will allow in a day. I’m sore for you right now.” His smile turns cocky and some of that intimacy vanishes.
I rest my head against the wall, in no hurry to get down or to have him pull out. “I see what you mean.”
He arches an eyebrow and runs his thumbs along the inside of my knee. Sparks light beneath my skin.
“There’s this moment when everything falls away and we’re our most primal selves.” I tug on his hair.
He chuckles as he pulls out and lowers my legs. He backs me into the wall, crowding over me, dominating me.
I shiver, but stand my ground.
“Trust me, princess, when we get primal, you’ll know it.” He holds my gaze for a hot moment before his attention shifts to the guys.
I follow his line of sight and Wyatt’s dark eyes collide with mine. A shudder flows through me. I can’t wait to find out what happens when Wyatt drops his mask.
Drew draws me into the shower and helps me clean up so we can join the others in the bath. The oils fill the air with a thick scent and steam. My muscles begin to relax as Drew shuts off the shower and takes my hand to lead me to the steps down into the warm water.
“We drain these between clients and scrub them.” Drew explains as I step down into his so-called decadence. “I requested Epsom salts to help with any aches you have.”
When I’m waist deep, he brings my hand to his lips and kisses my knuckles before releasing me to go sit down. The guys are spread out around me, almost in the four corners. I could sit somewhere between them, but everywhere feels like a choice I don’t want to make.
This is why I didn’t want to know who took my virginity. It’s too big of a step. Yes, I would have gladly given it to any of them. But knowing I could have all of them...
“While I love seeing you naked in a billow of steam, flower, you won’t hurt our feelings when you choose someone to sit with.” Finn’s green eyes shine with sincerity. “We could use a break in the festivities too. Rehydrate.”
He holds up a glass of water. Condensation runs down the sides.
My gaze settles on my Viking, my protector. I could sit with any of them, but I feel most comfortable with him. Dante’s smile grows as I move through the water his way.
It’s a little confusing how the one guy I used to dread seeing is now where I seek comfort. But his days of dragging me away from Wyatt are done, and there’s something between us that I’m not willing to overlook anymore.
When he holds his hand out to me, I take it and let him draw me down between his legs with my back against his front. I can’t see him, but it lets me be part of the conversation.
He wraps his arm around my waist and I sigh as I lean back against him.
“You didn’t have to choose me again, pip.” His voice is soft but the room is very quiet.
My cheeks flush as I realize time and time again I’ve been drawn to Dante today.
Wyatt clears his throat. “We need better guidelines for how this—” He gestures to all of us and says, “Works.”
I slide my hand over Dante’s on my stomach and tangle our fingers together. Is this where Wyatt walks away? We barely got started. Wyatt Hawkins has rejected me all of my adult life. I didn’t realize I was preparing for it again until this moment.
Dante squeezes me and kisses the top of my head. “It’s okay, pip. We’re just trying to sort out how we make this work for all of us. All of us.”
I draw a breath into my starving lungs. Fuck.
Wyatt sighs and drags a wet hand through his curling hair. “Fuck.”
His gaze captures mine and holds me pinned in place. Longing like I’ve never seen is laid bare in his dark eyes. Dante’s arm releases me before I even realize I’m rising and moving over to Wyatt.
His hands catch my hips as I draw closer and he pulls me down to straddle his lap. Our naked bodies collide as his arms wrap around me, holding me close. “If I could take back those years, I would, trouble.”
I close my eyes and breathe in. His woodsy leather scent rises with the flowers and herbs of the water. My arms tighten around him, like I could hold him to me forever and stay locked in this moment where he’s mine.
But I’m not the girl who believes things work out for everyone.
Madison and her guys aren’t me and my guys. This is a flash in the pan. A moment in time I’ll never forget or regret, but I know it will come to an end. There’s too much history with us. Too much at stake when Tom comes back.
Fuck, too much at stake when my mom comes back. She wants me married off to someone of a higher social standing. All these guys have that in common, but she wants me married to one, not four.