Page 147 of Indecent Obsession
My stomach and heart are full as we thank Owen for dinner. Drew keeps me as far away from Owen as possible. It’s cute, but unnecessary. I’ve only really had the hots for four guys and I’ve already got them.
“A pleasure. We’ll have to get together another time when Drew isn’t feeling quite so possessive.” Owen grins, and fuck, he’s good-looking. Tall. Built. Pretty sure he has a tattoo hiding under his white chef jacket.
Drew holds me against his side and shakes his head. “We’ll see.”
Owen chuckles. We say our goodbyes and Drew leads me out to the waiting car. A few more flashes go off before we’re settled in the back seat. Drew raises the privacy screen and gives me a heated look.
“I’ve been dying to see those lips wrapped around my cock.”
I groan a little because I’ve been wet and waiting all night for him to play with me. He fed me decadent cake and we talked about nothing important while we ate, but he didn’t touch me.
I slide to my knees and kneel between his as the car slowly works its way toward the apartment. It’s barely moving in the Friday night traffic. He drapes his arms across the back of the seat.
Biting my lip, I undo his belt. “You didn’t touch me during dinner.”
He smirks. “Too many eyes, my little whore. They would have figured out exactly how much of a slut you are for me. We don’t want that.”
I arch an eyebrow. “We don’t?”
He shakes his head as I work on opening his pants. “I want them to see you as a princess. Untouchable. But when we’re alone, I’ll know exactly how much you love to suck my cock. How you’re dying a little inside just to taste my cum.”
Anticipation buzzes through me like a live wire. I free his cock and stroke his hard length.
“Are you going to share me when we get back to the apartment?” I kiss the tip of his cock and run my tongue around the head while waiting for his answer.
“Do I want to see how much of a mess you become when three guys fuck you at once?” His smile turns a little evil. “I want you dripping with cum by the time I take you to bed and fuck you again. But first, I need to come in your mouth. Be a good little whore and suck me off.”
I squirm at how wet this makes me. It should be wrong to like this, but fuck, the way he treats me in society is completely like a princess. But here and now, he wants me dirty. And I want that. I ache for it.
If it wasn’t a game, I’d be gone. If he truly saw me like that, just a whore to be used, it would be over. But I like the fantasy. To have someone see me as a sex object and nothing more. Not just a future society wife.
With one last lick up his shaft while I meet his dark eyes, I engulf his cock with my mouth. Taking him all the way into my throat until my nose touches his shirt. I swallow before I come back up.
“Fuck, have you been getting practice this week, slut? Taking those fat cocks down your throat? I bet they fucked you every chance they got. I know I would have.” He doesn’t touch me. Just sits there as I suck and lick and bob on his cock.
The aching need between my thighs flares so fucking hot with his every word. I grasp his knees as I work his cock with my mouth. My insides are on fire. We’re alone in this back seat. Secluded. Safe. The driver can’t see us, can’t hear my moans as I take him deep.
Every piece of me is focused right here, right now, on this man. I want to get him off, feel his warm cum spurt into my throat. His cock thickens as his breathing grows more chaotic. My pussy is empty, but it’s like I can feel him touching me there, fucking me there, flicking my clit, and making me scream.
Moaning around his cock, I come, gushing into my panties, trembling around nothing.
“Fuck, Sara.” He groans as his cum floods my mouth. I swallow him down as tiny aftershocks rock me.
When I lift off him, I suck in a breath. He leans into me and kisses me, softly, slowly, like we have all the time in the world to explore each other. He doesn’t touch me though.
When he pulls back, he glances at his lap and his almost hard cock. “Put my cock away.”
I do as he asks, fastening his pants and righting his belt.
“Take off your panties for me.” His dark eyes shine in the passing street lights.
Pushing them down my thighs, I move to sit beside him and slip them the rest of the way off.
He takes them from me, feeling the wetness, and gives me a dirty smile. “You are a little slut for cock, aren’t you?”
Shrugging, I’m not ashamed of it. “It feels good.”
The car stops and he pockets my panties. When the driver opens the door, Drew steps out and holds his hand to help me out. I don’t look at the driver as we pass him. I don’t really know how soundproof that glass is. If he heard those sounds, he knew exactly what we were doing.
