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Cara pulls out onto the main road and chews her bottom lip like she has questions, but to my surprise she takes a big breath, her bare, freckled chest rising and then falling dramatically in one big swoop, and instead reaches into her cleavage and pulls out a twenty. She holds it in front of my face, tucked neatly between her first and middle finger.
“Just the tip,” she says.
I shake with laughter the whole way home.
Chapter Fourteen
Cara
It’s been a day.
Rich wasn’t happy when I pulled up in a Lamborghini with Dane riding shotgun. And Dane was no fucking help; he walked right up to him like nothing was wrong and clapped him hard on the shoulder.
“Thank you for thesecondwarm welcome home,” he said with mocksincerity.
I winced when he saluted Rich and breezed past him, disappearing into Blackstone like it had swallowed him whole.
The rest of the afternoon was tense, but Rich never asked me why I’d picked him up or what we’d done and I decided not to offer. Instead, I worked on my tan while Rich played a rather aggressive game of tennis on the pro court across the lawn.
By the time we made it to bed, Rich had clearly worked off his irritation but had also worn out his body and passed out almost immediately. Now I’m staring at the ceiling, turning the afternoon over and over in my mind.
I wish my stupid brain would shut off, and glance at Rich with annoyance. It’s the kind of night I could really use a joint and an orgasm, but he’s clearly down-and-out.
I run my hand over my hip and wince; it’s still sore from crashing into the car. I was shocked how quickly Dane dropped that guy, who had a good six inches and probably fifty pounds on him. I wasn’t expecting it, the lightning fast punches, the server’s eyes glazing over, his face falling slack and the rest of his body following suit. Nobody had so much asthe chance to blink, and Dane didn’t even look like he was breathing any harder.
When he saw that I’d been shoved, his face had been furious.Ferocious.The look in his eye had been wild, even if his body had been entirely under control.
I, however, don’t feel particularly in control of my body when my fingers glide across my abdomen and I toy with the elastic waist of my cotton panties.
Two jabs. That’s all it took for an entire group of men to know that he was dangerous.
My lips part involuntarily and I slip my hand inside my underwear. I glance at Rich, his breath quiet and even, and a flush creeps up my neck but I don’t stop. I don’twantto stop.
Dane would have done anything to protect me at that moment. I knew it, and so did everybody else.
I gasp as I reach my slit, hot to the touch and so wet I’m leaking out from between my lips. My thighs part so I can stretch my pussy open better, before I sink my middle finger slowly into my cunt.
“Oh God,” I whisper. Quiet,so quiet.
I’m fuckingdrenched,so slick that my pussy eats my finger right up. I’m clenching around it, desperate for fullness, aching for cock.
Should I wake Rich up?
But it’s not Rich’s cock I’m thinking about, right now.
I bite my lip to choke back the whimper trying to bust out of my mouth as I add first my index and then my ring finger, my pussy spasming and pulsing so hard I think I might come from the stretch alone.
I try to breathe through it, to make it last, slow my heart rate as my pussy adjusts to three fingers. The frantic spasming eases up enough that I can back away from the edge. When I’m semi in control again, I look down at myself, at my hand disappearing beneath the cotton, at the dark wet stain between my legs, and swallow hard. I slowly withdraw my fingers and then plunge them back into myself, my hips pushing up onto my hand, greedy for more.
I can almost smell him, the salty sea breeze and expensive cologne, and before I can even think my left hand slides beneath the cotton too. I keep fucking myself hard and deep while I circle my clit with my left middle finger. I’m so soaked that there’s barely any friction, and I find myself humping upward for more pressure.
Everything accelerates; my speed, my pulse, my pressure. I’m breathing hard, wetness coating everything, a slippery, stretched-out mess.
More.
I need it. Need to be full.Need to be whole.I’m craving it more than I’ve ever craved anything in my entire life. And I know the only thing that will satisfy me?Reallysatisfy me? Is both of them inside of me.
“Fuck!” I moan as my pussy explodes, bears down on my hand so hard it hurts, my clit pulsating frantically. I feel the gush of fluid coat my palm, spread out on the sheet between my legs, andmake a fucking mess.
