Page 37 of Faking It With The SEALs

“I want you to know that I don’t expect you to do the same with me. It wasn’t part of the agreement we made. We don’t want you to think it's expected of you by any of us.”

“I know,” I answer truthfully. “No one made me feel like you expect me to accept any of you physically. But…” I look away, not knowing how to put it without sounding desperate.

“But?” Drew asks as he places a finger under my chin and lifts my head to look into my eyes. “Tell me, sweetheart.” The way he looks deep into my eyes has me blurting out the truth before I can stop myself.

“Even though me and Calvin did … stuff. I still want you to kiss me.”

Silence surrounds us for a moment, but I feel Drew's thumb run across the skin on my cheek. He takes the glass from my hand and places them on the table in front of us, not breaking eye contact once as he leans in closer until he is mere inches from my lips.

“I want to kiss you too.”

He closes the gap between us a little further. I can feel his lips brush ever so lightly against mine as he adds. “But I want to be sure it’s what you really want, sweetheart.” The smell of the whiskey on his breath is intoxicating. I close my eyes as my heart pumps hard in my chest.

“Kiss me, please,” I beg.

Drew's lips are on mine before I finish saying the last word. He kisses me gently, testing the waters, but it’s not what I want. A need fills me, making me more confident than I have ever been.

I grab his shirt and pull him closer, brushing his lips with my tongue. It’s all the confirmation he needs, and he pounces, pinning me underneath him as the kiss deepens, and we both lose control. He wraps his arms around my waist and lifts me as he sits up and positions me so I’m straddling his lap. His hands move to my thighs and push up my dress, giving me the ability to sit, meaning our bodies are pressed against each other.

Threading my fingers into his hair at the top of his head, I sit back, smiling as a huge playful smirk spreads across his face. I lean forward and take his bottom lip between my teeth. Drew’s eyes close as they roll to the back of his head, his hands gripping my hips as I grind against the large bulge in his trousers.

Without a single word leaving his lips, Drew places a hand on the back of my head and kisses me hard on the mouth as another hand squeezes my hip, holding me in place so he can press himself against my aching pussy, coaxing a moan which I feel deep in my stomach. A groan leaves Drew as he rubs against me again. This time, I meet his thrust, making the sensation harder and deeper. We both moan at the same time, and I know I am soaking wet down there.

Drew's hand slides between us and cups my throbbing, aching sex. My head falls back, separating our lips as my breath catches.

“You’re so wet, I can feel you through my trousers,” Drew whispers against my neck as he kisses it, and his fingers start rubbing me through my soaking thong. He rubs my clit, and I know it won’t take long for me to climax like this.

“More,” I beg, grinding against his hand. Drew chuckles as he moves the fabric to one side and touches me, skin to skin.

“Do you want to know what Calvin told me about this soaking wet heaven?” Calvin teases as his lips brush against my neck and his fingers circle my clit. Did they talk about me? I should be angry or humiliated, but the thought of the two of them discussing me in that way is a huge turn-on. I can feel myself getting wetter, and Drew notices.

“Do you like the idea of us discussing this pussy?” he cups and squeezes me applying enough pressure to heighten my arousal.

“Yes,” I gasp as he squeezes me again.

“Do you want to know what he said?” Drew asks as his fingers start circling my entrance but not penetrating me.

“Drew!”

He chuckles whilst moving his fingers away as I try to push them inside me.

“He told me this was the sweetest little honey pot he has ever tasted,” he teases as he starts rubbing around my entrance again. “That it had to be a portal to hell because the taste was too sweet and addictive for heaven.” His finger enters me by a centimetre, and I cry out in frustration. “He knew that it was the perfect size for his cock, and that only finger fucking you near enough destroyed him.” His finger enters me the slightest bit more, and I know my juices are flowing down his hand as I get closer to coming.

“He told me after he made you cum in the morning, he went for a shower, and the second the water sprayed his rock-hard cock, he exploded.” Calvin grips the hair at the back of my head and brings my head forward to make me look him in the eye. “That’s the effect you had on him. He didn’t even have to touch himself.”

A wave of pleasure curses through me at the thought of Calvin coming in the shower without even having to touch himself. That’s what I did to him.

“Are you going to let me see if he was lying to me? Can I feel how tight you are and how sweet you taste?”

“Yes!” I gasp as his fingertip rubs the inside of my entrance.

“Here or your room?” he asks, kissing my neck lightly whilst massaging my entrance.

“My room.”

“Wrap your legs around me,” Drew demands, removing his finger and placing both hands on my ass as he stands from the sofa. I instantly wrap my arms and legs around him as he walks towards the stairs.

“Luna?” he asks quietly. I glance up the stairs and smile.

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