Page 20 of Cuffed to my Roomies
For an instant, I wanted to run with him to the nearest dark hallway, to have him back me up against the wall and have his way with me. While Brett watched, standing guard, touching himself when he couldn’t help it, until I wrapped my hand around his shaft and stroked him while Derek thrust inside me. I shuddered at the image, pushed it away. I pulled back from Derek and went to the table. Brett had ordered another round and I threw mine back trying to cool the strange, filthy thoughts that had taken over.
“My turn,” Brett said.
By the glasses on the table, it looked like Derek was having a bottle of water, the designated driver I figured. I owed Brett a dance. I owed him more than that. I wanted to kiss him, my mouth opening for him. I wanted to be in his lap. It was the dimness, the music, the alcohol heating my blood, and the attraction I’d tried to fight for weeks. When he pulled me onto the floor, he drew me into his arms at once.
“I let you and Derek have your time out here. But I want my turn,” he said. I wondered what he meant, if there was a double meaning. If he wanted me the way I wanted him. If he thought of me at night the way I had imagined his body over mine a hundred times. I knew I was wet for him, just from his words. Then he leaned in, nuzzled my neck. I shivered, and he felt it.
“You like that?” he said softly, his mouth closing on the slope of my neck. I felt a dart of pleasure at that, and I moaned a little.
He moved me to the music, but it was just that. Him moving me. I wasn’t dancing. I was holding on for dear life. The pleasant fuzziness of the alcohol smoothed the edges of everything around me. I stroked the back of his neck, his shoulders. His knee insinuated itself between my thighs, so his leg pressed against the heated, needy part of me. I ground against him, getting delicious friction, biting my lip. He bent his head and kissed me. Not like the soft kiss I’d given him in the kitchen that time. This was filthy, deep and wet, his tongue in my mouth until I thought I’d scream and beg for him to take me right there on the dance floor with everyone watching. I was ready to reach for his zipper, to take him in my hand, to whisper that I wanted him inside me, that I wanted to ride him, to feel him deep.
Derek joined us on the dance floor, his body hard behind mine as I kissed Brett back. I reached behind me, looping my other arm around back around Derek’s neck. His head dipped toward me, his hand pushed my hair to one side and he kissed my neck while Brett plundered my mouth, his knee still between my legs. I was overwhelmed with arousal, desperate, ready to take either of them, both of them.
“Let’s go home,” I managed to say, dragging my mouth from Brett’s with effort, “Take me home.”
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My body tingled with anticipation. I knew in the swirl of color and noise in my brain that we weren’t going home to pretend this never happened. We were going home together, the three of us. Somewhere that made sense to me, through the haze of tipsiness, I knew what I wanted. I wanted Derek and Brett. All the way.
Brett got behind the wheel. Derek turned to me in the cab of the truck, a steamy look on his handsome face.
“I want a taste of that,” he said, his mouth lowered to mine. I kissed him as easily, as eagerly as I’d kissed Brett, arms around his neck. We made out for a few minutes, breathing heavy, steaming up the passenger side window.
“You taste like mint,” he said with a slow smile as he lifted his head.
Brett reached over to pull me to him at a red light, rubbed his mouth against mine. My nipples hardened in response. He brushed his thumb across a tight peak, his tongue pushing between my lips as he pinched the taut bud. I moaned. The light changed and he withdrew from me, eyes on the road and hands on the wheel, leaving me so frustrated I could have kicked and screamed.
“Don’t worry, baby, you’ve still got me,” Derek said in my ear, his palm cupping my breast through my dress, his fingers stroking my nipple. He kissed me, “That pout. You wanted him to keep doing that didn’t you? Your lips are still pouting. I can’t resist it,” then his mouth was on mine, insistent and sweet.
When we reached the firehouse and climbed the stairs, Brett said he wanted his turn with me, picked me up and kissed me. I was messing up his hair, my legs around his waist while Derek opened the door.
