Chapter 2
Opportunity Cost
Sara
We didn’t think through the hotel idea. Like how we’re all going to get in without drawing attention. But I didn’t want to go back to the suite at the club. Not after the Feds found us there. If they know I’m going there, who else knows?
My mother would kill me if it got out that I was secretly going into a gentlemen’s club during the day. It’s not what a lady should do.
Neither is four guys at a time, but fuck, does it feel fantastic.
It was already dark outside when we left the club. A weird, surreal feeling fills me as the morning and afternoon activities flood my brain. I lost my virginity and fucked the four of these guys. I lost track of the number of times I came. The world should have changed, because I feel brand new.
Drew helps me out of the car and ducks his head back in. “Drive around the block a few times and come in one at a time. I’ll text you the room number and the code to get in the elevator.”
Wyatt’s eyes narrow on him. But what else can we do? Walk through like we’re all going to the same room? There’s always someone from society staying here. Always someone watching. Mom would kill me if I ruined my reputation after she tried so hard to keep it pristine.
One guy would already make her side eye me, but if I went with all four? She wants me to date, not spread myself around.
“Don’t let her out of your sight.” Dante leans forward and meets my eyes. “Behave, pip.”
I grin because I have absolutely no intention of behaving.
Drew turns me so we’re heading into the hotel. “I’m tempted to get a room just for us, princess, but I’m sure your bulldogs will knock on every door looking.”
Smiling, I shake my head. “It would be a whole thing, and since we’re trying to stay on the down low, probably not the best course of action.”
He smirks. “As it is, society will probably gossip about the two of us checking into a hotel.”
I run my hand down his chest and look up into his brown eyes. “That will give them plenty to keep them busy. My mother will probably call me first thing in the morning to talk to me about discretion.”
“Then we better make tonight count.” Drew leads me up to the counter. It’s not the main counter though. This part of the hotel is a little more private than the lobby. It’s for the exclusive guests.
When we approach, a woman in a business suit glances up at us with a welcoming smile. “Mr. Young, it’s good to see you again.”
Again. I shake my head as he smiles at her. He’s a player. I knew that before inviting him out on a date. He even told me amusing stories about when he fucked three women during the same time frame, but that reputation doesn’t always match up with the guy I’m getting to know.
Half the reason I wanted him was because he was willing to fuck anything and everyone. I didn’t realize he’d want me for a relationship. Not that I’m complaining, but it’s odd.
“A pleasure as always, Heather.” Drew wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me in tight against him.
“Do you want one of our premium suites?” Her smile encompasses me. It seems genuinely warm.
“Not tonight. It’s a rather special night and we’ve booked the premier suite.” He taps his finger on the counter and gives her a smile meant to disarm.
Her cheeks flush as she brings it up. “Of course, I have it right here. How many keys would you like?”
“Five please.” He glances down at me. His eyes sparkle with amusement. “I’m always misplacing those pesky cards.”
He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. His touch is whisper soft and a shiver works through me. My gaze darts behind us to see if anyone is watching.
“Give me a few seconds.” Heather types on her keyboard. “Ah, there we go.”
She puts the cards in an envelope. “You also can tell your guests your code to let them in. Dinner will be served in an hour.”
“Dinner?” I raise my eyebrow.
“Can’t have you starve, princess.” He nods to Heather. “Thank you.”
“Have a good night.” She waves to us as we head to the elevator.
Drew taps the card on the reader and presses the button for the top floor. He leans back against the wall and draws me between his legs. “So many new experiences we can share, princess. Never fucked in an elevator.”
I glance down at my jeans and smirk up at him. “Not exactly dressed for a quickie in an elevator.”
“Who said anything about a quickie?” He captures my lips and I fall into his kiss. He’s dangerous in a way the others aren’t. His reputation is already a mess. That’s the one thing my mom would have against me dating him. But fuck, does it make it fun.
He turns so I’m pressed against the wall as he hovers over me. Our foreheads touch and we pant to catch our breath. His dark eyes search mine as he cups my breast through my shirt and bra, toying with me, daring me to let him continue.
I suck in a breath as my nipples tighten. Sparks cascade down my spine. Any minute the elevator could stop on one of these floors. Someone could step in and see us. Somehow that makes me want to push the envelope, not slow down.
Grabbing his belt, I arch an eyebrow as I slide it loose. His smile is all the encouragement I need. I quickly undo his button and his zipper. Reaching inside, I draw his cock out.
He smirks. “What are you going to do now, princess?”
I wet my lips and glance at the slowly rising numbers. “Guess I’ll have to be quick.”
Sliding down the elevator wall, I drop to my knees to take his cock into my mouth and deep into my relaxed throat.
“Fuck,” he whispers harshly. His hand sinks into my hair as I swallow around his tip before sliding off.
I gaze up into his dark eyes as he watches my every move.
Working him fast, I cup his balls with one hand while the other strokes his base.
The noises he makes have me pressing my thighs together at the growing ache. I suck and lick every inch of him.
He grips my hair and pushes me all the way onto his cock, pressing my nose against his abs. I swallow around him as he groans low in his throat. The elevator doors open behind him as his cum hits the back of my throat.
Swallowing, I don’t move from my position. He draws me off and tucks his cock into his pants. It’s quiet so I assume we’re on our floor. When the doors start to close, he leans back and hits the button to keep the doors open as I stand and stride out of the elevator.
He stalks me with every step. My heart races.
My blood is pumping. I’m wet and aching with need.
We don’t exit into a hallway but into the suite.
It’s large, with a bar and floor-to-ceiling glass windows.
The cityscape is the only illumination. There’s a living room and a dining area. All beautifully appointed.
Drew gives me a half smile as I turn to back away from him. He drops his wallet and the keycards next to the fresh flowers on the console table. He jerks his shirt off over his head and kicks off his shoes.
My back collides with the windows overlooking the city, but he doesn’t stop.
“I’m impressed and not surprised that my little whore gives good head.
” He pauses to strip out of his pants and boxers.
He’s stark naked, all tight and sculpted muscle.
My mouth waters, longing to taste every inch of him.
His cock is already hard again. I tighten my thighs together, needing relief.
His gaze drops to my thighs. “Did sucking on me make you hot and bothered?”
He closes in on me and his warmth covers me. I tip my chin up to meet his eyes.
“Yes.” No reason to lie. He could dip his hand between my legs and find out.
The backs of his fingers graze my lips. “Such talent. I should just make you suck me off all night.”
I moan at the thought of getting him off over and over while being denied my own pleasure. Fuck, what if all I did was suck the guys off all night? How tightly wound would I be by morning?
He smirks. “You love the thought of me making you my whore, don’t you?”
“Only because you like it too.” I dare him to deny it. “That’s why you liked playing with those other women. You liked the power they gave you.”
“What power do you want, princess?” His eyes soften as he lifts my shirt up.
When I raise my arms, he pulls it off and drops it. A shiver rolls through me at the heat in his eyes. “I want to do everything I never could before.”
He kneels before me. Lifting my foot, he takes off my sandal and tosses it behind him before taking off the other. After sliding his hands up the outside of my legs, he reaches for the button on my jeans.
When he undoes the button, he pauses to kiss the skin behind it. I suck in a breath at the arousal swelling inside me at seeing his lips pressed against me.
“I think you want your own power, princess.” He draws down the zipper, kissing me between the opening. “You want us to worship every inch of you.”
“Maybe.” My voice is breathy. Just the thought that one of the guys will come up and find us has me close to the edge.
He shimmies my jeans over my hips and down my legs, helping me step out of them. I’m in my bra and panties, pressed against a window high enough that no one can see me, but there’s always the possibility.
My blood burns hotter through my veins. Drew smirks up at me as he pulls my panties down. He lifts my leg and hooks it over his shoulder, then leans in and licks my pussy.
Breathing becomes difficult as my arousal grows. I weave my hands into his thick, light brown hair as he takes his time exploring every inch of me. Thrusting his tongue into my entrance before sucking on my clit.
“Drew,” I whimper as he pushes me closer and closer to the edge. The fire within burns so bright it’s going to explode.
The window is cool against my heated skin. His dark eyes hold mine as he fucks my pussy with his tongue. I can’t hold back anymore. My head drops back as my orgasm rips through me, and the noise I make is almost inhuman. But I feel like I can fly. Drew chuckles against my sensitive skin.
When he stands, my breath catches at the heat in his eyes. He takes my bra off as I let the window hold me upright. By now, I should be used to the pleasure he gives me. But I also know that was just a taste. He trails the backs of his fingers down over my breast and my trembling stomach.
“Turn around, princess. Show the world what it’s been missing. Prove to them you’re my good little whore, who will do anything to come again.”
I search his eyes. Does he really think of me like that? Does it matter if he does? His words tug at something deep inside me that wants to be bad, that wants to be called out, that wants to be filthy. He catches my jaw and takes my mouth in a kiss that has me whimpering when he lifts his head.
“Do you want to be a good whore or a dirty slut?” He holds my gaze. His eyes are lust-filled, but kind. The cruelty doesn’t bleed through. He chuckles darkly. “Maybe both. Turn around.”
I do as he says. Naked, standing in front of a clear window, high above the street, looking out over the city at night. Drew presses the side of my face against the glass.
“You know your word, princess?”
I swallow. “My word is mercy, but I’m not using it.”
He chuckles as his other hand trails down my back. “I’m going to rail you like the whore you want to be, slut.”
My pussy pulses. Empty, needy. So fucking aroused even though I just got off.
“Keep your head here.” He releases my head and takes my hands, lifting them and pressing them flat next to my face. “I want everyone to see what a whore you are for me. Let them know that the only one who’ll be fucking you like this is me.”
I’m helpless and needy as he draws my hips back and kicks my feet out to the sides, spreading me open for him.
“Look how wet that pussy is for me.”
I bite my lip, aching to be fucked. This is how I wanted that weekend of our brunch date to go. Just me and Drew fucking until we got each other out of our systems. But now he’s tangled up with me. Is that really what he wants?
His cock pressing against my entrance is the only warning I have before he thrusts deep, making my mind go blank. I cry out at the stretch and fullness of his thick cock inside me. He presses his chest against my back and his lips caress my jaw.
“I’m going to fuck you everywhere in this suite. They’ll be cleaning our cum stains from every inch.” He pulls out and thrusts in deep again.
A low moan presses at my lips. It feels so fucking good.
“They’re going to know what a naughty slut you are for me, my good little whore. They’ll know how you like to take me. Raw and hot.” He pumps his hips into me.
My breasts slide across the cool glass. I push back into him, needing it hard and rough. Wanting it. “Harder.”
He chuckles and grabs my hair, tugging my head back, arching my body so my breasts squeak against the glass with every thrust of his hips pushing his cock deep inside me.
“With the lights out, they probably won’t see how pretty your tits are.
Or how perfect your cunt wraps around my cock.
Maybe I’ll fuck your ass so everyone can watch what a perfect little cum dumpster you are. ”
“Please.” I’m lost in the need. In the idea that I’m his little whore and everyone can see exactly what he does to me. They’re all watching as he fucks me hard against this window. There’s no gentle in the tug on my hair. There’s no careful in the way his balls slap against my pussy.
“What does my filthy whore want?” His words are a growl in my ear.
I cry out as my pussy convulses around his cock, drawing him deeper and forcing him into his orgasm. Every inch of my skin tingles. Cursing, he thrusts hard a few more times before filling me with his cum. His groan mingles with my cry, echoing in the large space.
He gathers me in his arms, still buried deep inside me. “Good, princess?”
My breath comes out with a laugh. “Yeah, I’m good.”
An aftershock ripples around his cock.
The sound of ice cubes dropping into a glass startles me and I look over Drew’s shoulder.
“If you two are done…” Finn smirks as he pours some liquor over the ice. “I think we’re all ready for the next round.”