Chapter 43
Raw Material
Sara
I’m a wreck. I’m leaking from everywhere. My makeup must be a mess. My hair hangs to the right on my head. Looking in a mirror would be a bad idea.
Drew leads me into Tom’s room and I really want to take a shower. Fuck, I lost count of how many times I came already, which means Wyatt will punish me for not turning in my numbers tonight.
My pussy aches just thinking of his punishment this morning.
Drew pulls me against him. I catch myself on his chest with my hands as I look up into his brown eyes. His light brown hair looks as if he’s been running his hand through it. But he’s still fully clothed, and I’m naked and fucked.
He grabs my hair, holding my head in place. “Did you enjoy letting the others fuck you like a slut?”
My breath catches and the flames fan to life again.
“Yes,” I admit because I loved every minute of their claiming. Of them taking me over and over.
“Such a dirty little slut.” He trails his fingers down my stomach, making my muscles quake beneath his touch. “Filthy little whore stuffed full of cum.”
He cups me between my legs and he thrusts his fingers inside my pussy. Going up on my toes, I gasp at the bite of soreness. Wyatt wasn’t gentle with his fucking. Again, not complaining.
“Did they fuck you raw?” His dark eyes search mine as he thrusts his fingers, sliding easily in and out.
“Drew,” I whimper. My hips rock with him. Even with the bite of pain, I could come.
He smirks. “That’s right. You want to come, don’t you? Does it take three men to make you come like a dirty whore? Or will I be enough?”
Fuck, those words from anyone else would send me on a tirade, but not from him. They heat me to a boiling point. But before I can topple over the edge, he withdraws his fingers and holds them against my lips.
“Suck my fingers clean. Taste the cum you’ve already taken into your mouth.”
I part my lips and he thrusts them inside. It’s a weird mix of all of them. I can’t distinguish one from the other, but I can also taste the saltiness of Drew’s skin as my tongue glides over it.
“Are you going to be a good whore and do as I say?” Drew fucks his fingers in and out of my mouth, making my whole body ache with need, before drawing them out.
As much as I enjoy surrendering to them, part of me longs for what Wyatt’s offered. He wants me to fight, to not give in. I bite my lip. “No.”
His smile turns wicked. He stalks forward, making me scramble backward even as he still has my hair in his grip. “Yellow, princess. So we can discuss what you want.”
I blow out a breath and he releases my hair. Looking at the bed, I think of how messy I am so stay standing.
“If you want to continue this scene, do you want me to force you to comply, Sara?” Drew tips up my chin and searches my eyes. There’s excitement in his eyes, but also a little worry.
“I don’t want to give in.” I cross one foot over the other foot, aware that I’m very naked and he’s not. He still looks like he’s ready to go out for the evening.
“If I get rough with you, no marks from either of us. We have a function tomorrow night. If you show up with my handprint around your neck and I have your bites on mine, people will talk.” He smiles and drags his thumb down my throbbing pulse.
“Okay,” I say softly. “But I don’t want to make it easy.”
He smirks. “We can still do that, but we’ll save the truly rough stuff for another night when we don’t need to worry about keeping up appearances among our peers. Fair?”
I bite my lip. How do we even start something like this? Do we just go? Do I run? I hate my inexperience sometimes. “How do we do this?”
Drew slides his hand down my throat to cup my breast. His touch is soft. “We can make up characters or we can just roll with it.”
“What do you want?” My lips part as the fire burns hotter inside me with every swipe of his thumb over my nipple.
“I want you to be my whore, princess.” He squeezes my nipple, and I gasp in a breath at the tug of pain. “I want you dirty from being with other men, but I don’t care as long as you get me off. What do you want?”
I search his dark eyes. My cheeks grow hot just considering what I want. “I want to try to get away, but have you take me anyway.”
He tips my chin back up and searches my eyes again. “We mentioned it when we were discussing kinks. But this is important, Sara. I have your consent to force you even when you say no? I’ll only stop if you say mercy or use red or yellow. No won’t stop me. Neither will stop. Do you understand?”
I press my thighs together at the growing ache. “Yes, I understand.”
“How sore are you?” He looks down over my naked body and a little shiver rushes through me.
“Not that sore,” I murmur.
He takes my hand and kisses the inside of my wrist. Tingles chase along my veins. “I’ll restrain you by your wrists. If it marks you, we’ll find a good way to cover it up tomorrow night.”
“Drew.” My insides are churning with heat.
His eyes meet mine. “You ready?”
I glance at the door. “Should we tell the others?”
What if they come in to stop him?
“How loud do you want to be?” He smooths his hand over my hip, making sparkles leap to his touch.
I bite my lip and give him a hopeful look.
“Text them.” He crowds me against the bed, but I slip to the side.
“My phone is out there.”
His eyes light up and he steps back. “Then I guess we’ll deal with the consequences of you being my whore.”
I glance at the door to the hallway and then the one to the bathroom. I’m closer to the bathroom, but the whole point is to be caught, not actually escape.
“I’m not your whore.” Cocking an eyebrow, I stand my ground. For now.
Drew smirks. “Not only mine. You’re our whore. Parting your legs for any guy who strikes your fancy. Taking them three at a time until you can’t tell whose cum is whose.”
“You’re just jealous it isn’t your cum.” I bite out, taking a small step back. My heart beats at a maddening pace as my mind races to find a way out of this.
He laughs and steps forward. “My cum is deep inside you, my filthy whore. And I’ll be making another deposit.”
He lunges for me and I shriek and try to dodge him, but he catches me around the waist and lifts me off my feet.
“No,” I yell, not because I don’t want him to, but because I’m disappointed he caught me so fast.
“You ready to give up and take my cock like the slut you are?” He tosses me onto the bed.
I bounce before I’m able to try to scramble away. He sweeps off his shirt and undoes his belt. For a moment, his toned body captures my attention as he tosses his clothes to the side. When he releases his cock, I swallow at how hard he is.
No one is as big as Dante, but none of the guys are exactly what anyone would call small. Drew’s cock is thick, long, and red, dripping precum from the tip. My pussy pulses in response. Needy. Fuck.
I rise onto my knees, but he’s already naked and on the bed, crawling toward me. There aren’t a lot of options for escape. I turn to roll off the bed and he comes down on top of my back.
“Not so fast.”
I try to buck him off, but he grabs my hands and pulls them over my head, holding them with one hand around the wrists. When I struggle to free them, his cock brushes against my ass.
Everything inside me stills, knowing he has me.
“Do you still want to get away, or are you ready to do what you do best and be my whore?” he whispers against the back of my neck.
A shiver races down my spine.
I draw in a breath. “I’ll be your whore if you don’t fuck my ass.”
Honestly, he could take me anywhere, but it feels like a compromise I might be willing to make. After all, I want him to fuck me eventually.
“You’ve taken a cock in your ass before, slut.” He cups my pussy and slides his thumb inside.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
“Are you afraid I won’t be gentle enough after watching you take that giant cock in your ass?” His thumb slides back to my asshole and I try to twist out from under him. “Or do you only let certain men take this ass? Am I not good enough for it?”
He presses his thumb into my asshole and a little tremor rolls through me. Fuck, that feels good.
“You don’t deserve it,” I whisper, trying to keep my hips from rocking to feel him move inside me.
“Maybe you’re right.” He pulls out and straddles my hips with his knees. When he leans to the right, I turn my head and see him reaching into the drawer.
“Wait! Is that—”
“I put some things in here earlier today.” He smacks my ass. “The drawer was empty before.”
I relax, but now I’m weirded out about being in my brother’s room again. “Maybe we should just shower and go to sleep.”
“Not happening, slut.” He squirts lube and then I feel the press of a toy against my asshole. “I get one night with you. I’ve already used all these holes, but I’m going to use them all over again.”
He presses the plug in and it keeps going deeper. It’s longer and thicker than the larger plug they used the other night. I groan as he finally gets it in all the way.
“You like to be filled in all your holes at once.” He presses on the base, and the toy mimics thrusting and vibrates. My breath catches. “But we’re going to go with two for now. Maybe later I’ll put a gag in your mouth so you have something to suck on.”
He wraps his arm around my waist and brings me up on my knees. I moan as the toy keeps going. He releases my wrists and pushes my shoulders down.
My body tightens, ready to explode. He thrusts his cock into my pussy and I cry out my release.
“That’s it. Come on my cock like a good whore.” He thrusts in deep and pulls out, over and over, holding my hips. My hands clench at the bedspread as the plug keeps going. With Drew also fucking me, I can’t think anymore. I’m a slave to the sensation.
It’s not the same as two of my guys fucking in and out of me, but the fullness is there and the toy keeps its own tempo until I can’t hold back.
“Drew,” I shout as I come around his cock and the toy. He keeps fucking me.
“I watched you come for them. Over and over.” He rubs my clit and I shriek as another wave takes me under. “You gave them everything. Let them take from you. But you took your pleasure from every touch, every thrust, every drop they gave you, didn’t you? Like the good little slut you are.”
He pushes me over the edge again, and for a second, I’m suspended there in a silent scream as my body pulses around the invasion. Every inch of me shimmers with my release.
“Sara,” he groans as my pussy milks his cock of his release, filling me with his warmth. He collapses on my back and the toy continues to stimulate my overstimulated body.
I whimper and he lifts up. The toy shuts off and he pulls it out of my ass, dropping it on the dresser before pulling me onto my side with his cock still buried in my pussy. He curls around me, holding me tight. We breathe together until our breathing is even.
I still don’t want to move as I snuggle back into him. He kisses my shoulder.
“Was tonight everything you wanted, princess?” He lightly strokes down my side.
“Back to princess?” I tease.
“Always. You can be both for me, Sara. A filthy slut and a perfect princess.” He yawns at the end of that sentence.
“I really enjoyed our date.” I smile, remembering the restaurant and the beautiful garden. “The sex was perfect.”
“Good.” He draws me in tighter against him and his cock fills out more. “I want to sleep with you like this, but I understand if you want to take a quick shower.”
I sigh, feeling my body relax into his. “Maybe in a minute.”
“Fuck, I’m going to fall asleep if we don’t get up.”
“So don’t get up.” I tangle our fingers together on my stomach.
“Neither of us wants to deal with the consequences of that, princess.” He draws out of me and I groan at the loss, but he helps me off the bed. When we get in the shower, he cleans up and then carefully cleans me. After drying off, he cleans the toy while I use the water closet.
When I step into the bedroom, he has the sheets turned down and sits on the edge of the bed naked, waiting for me. He holds his hand out to me and I step between his legs, running my fingers through his hair.
“I had a great night.” I lean down and kiss him softly.
He hums against my lips and draws me down to straddle his lap. His dark eyes follow his fingers as he tucks my hair behind my ears. Then his warm gaze settles on me.
“I wanted to show you that this isn’t just about sex for me.” He swallows and I search his eyes. He’s completely serious. “I want to be able to take you out and show you off. I’m proud as hell about you. You’re intelligent and kind and you get me. Not to mention gorgeous and wonderful in bed.”
My cheeks heat. “Drew—”
“I’m not done.” He presses his lips to mine briefly. “I want you to keep your mind open for me, to me. I want this not to just be something you do to experiment. I want to be your endgame. But I also realize you need this. You need them. And I’m one hundred percent on board with it.”
He smooths his thumb over my lower lip and my heart flutters.
“When you need out of this, you can escape with me. Always.”