“We’re engaged, by the way,” Drew smirked. “As of yesterday.”
“Really? How’d it happen?” I laughed.
“I don’t know. I assume I got down on one knee.”
“Nice. Classic. How’d I react?”
“The usual, I think. You laughed, you cried. You said yes and then we fucked all night.”
“That's true, we did,” I smiled as I touched up my lipstick. “That was a pretty good night, Mr. Fiancé.”
“Agreed,” he murmured as he came close again. “You have no idea how much I’ve been thinking about this pussy all day,” he said, his hand under my towel. “Are you sore?”
“A little,” I lied softly.
I was a lot sore. Drew was bigger, thicker than I’d ever taken and he’d fucked me harder than I’d ever been fucked last night. But I’d been euphoric like I’d never felt before and I didn’t regret a second of it.
There was something about last night that nixed my need to worry about Drew, me, or the contract this morning. I didn’t know what it was, but it was something I could swear we both felt last night on the couch, after unraveling together then watching each other come down from our highs.
It was intimacy. An unexpected kind. And I felt it again now as Drew kissed along my bare shoulder while stroking gently between my legs.
“Sorry for making you sore.”
I laughed.
“You should never apologize for having a huge cock.”
“True. Noted.”
“So, what time is our reservation tonight?” I grinded softly against his palm.
“We should leave in twenty. You have a little bit of time.”
“So do you,” I teased, eyeing the obvious hard-on under his sweats. “Are you ever not hard?”
“Around you? It’s a fucking miracle if I’m not.”
“Well you did just give me the nicest piece of jewelry I’ve ever had the honor of wearing out, so a proper thank you is probably in store,” I smirked, reveling in his immediate groan as I cupped him package and squeezed.
“As much as I’d love to fuck you over this sink right now, your pussy is sore and you just did redid your lipstick,” Drew muttered, gently removing my hand from his cock. Apparently, I’d quickly come to hate that because on instinct, I unlatched my towel and let it drop to the floor, watching his hungry eyes immediately lock on my tits.
God, yes.
Apparently, I also lived for the moments when I could catch him off guard.
“You said we leave in twenty?” I eyed the time on my phone before returning my attention to him. My mouth curved at the mixture of lust and confusion in his green eyes as I reached into his sweats. “Don’t worry. That’s plenty of time for me to figure something out.”
25
I was still on another planet as I watched Evie order for us at the restaurant.
She was wearing her hair up with a sapphire blue dress that went off her shoulders, showcasing her smooth skin and that elegant neck. All that combined with her sparkling earrings and the glittering ring on her finger and she looked like royalty.
Royalty that had been wearing thick streaks of my cum on her tits about fifteen minutes ago.
There was something oddly satisfying about watching the men in the restaurant stare at Evie, already in awe of her without even knowing what she’d just done to me back at the house.
After dropping her towel in the bathroom, she’d dipped her fingers into a jar of some kind of moisturizing oil. Then she’d let me watch as she slowly rubbed it all over her tits. I thought she was just giving me a visual to jerk off to but then she led me into her room and pulled me on the bed with her as she lay herself down.