Adam.
He devours my mouth again and sweeps me into his arms, carrying me inside the house.
I can't describe the night we have.
It’s one orgasm after the other, tongues, fingers, cocks.
Oh, and they're all well-endowed, with thick, veiny cocks, one of which I have in my mouth at some point.
I don't know how long it goes on for, or when we finally pass out from exhaustion.
It must have been sometime around seven, but when I wake up, it's pitch black outside.
It takes a second for my foggy brain to recall where I am and how I got here.
Then I realize that I left the party without telling James, and he might be freaking out right now.
Or he will be when he's sober.
Shit. I have to get out of here.
Easier said than done. I'm lying between two large bodies, with one pulling me back against his chest.
I slowly shift the arm off my waist, praying that he doesn't wake up in the process.
Now that the initial lust has faded, I really don't think I have the bravery to face any of them right now. Hell, I don't even know what I was thinking doing this.
Thankfully, he doesn't stir when I remove his hand, and I manage to extricate myself from the bed without waking anyone.
Now, the next challenge. To find my bathing suit and cover-up.
I pad silently to the living room following the trail of clothes. God, we made a mess of this place. The cushions are on the floor, and wine spilled on the table. I didn't drink any of the wine, though. One of the men drank it off my body.
I smile vaguely before quickly wiping it off my face. Now's not the time to be smiling.
I quickly get dressed, noting that one of the strings on my bikini bottoms has snapped in their haste to take it off me. I adjust the cover-up as well as I can, then search for my phone. It was in the pocket of the cover-up, but it might have fallen out in the car.
Can I get the car open without setting off the alarm?
Luckily, I don't have to try. The phone made it into the house, and I find it resting next to the couch.
Good.
I step out of the home and onto the street as I scan through the missed calls. Yup, even drunk, my brother noted that I was missing.
I call an Uber first, which is hard to do at this time, and then I call him back.
"Hello?" I ask.
"Where are you?" My brother's words are slurred, so thankfully, he's still drunk. "I've been looking for you all over for the past hour."
"Sorry. I went home."
"I was just at your place, and you weren't there."
"You didn't drive there, did you?"
"No. Keegan drove me."
