“We all know the only true part of that sentence is I was excited that Lucky was here, and I don’t give a fuck who knowsit.” He rubbed his hands together, “And on that note, we are getting out of here.”
He took my hand again. “Ready?”
I nodded. Wolfie, Freddie, and I only managed to give each other a small one-armed hug, mainly because the giant hockey players we were attached to wouldn’t let us go.
Drew led me down the ramp to his car.
He pressed the fob to unlock it and gave me a quick kiss as he opened the door before pushing me against the frame, deepening the kiss. He pressed his heavy thigh between my legs, right where I needed it to be, right where the pressure had slowly been building up over the last few hours. My breathing labored.
I was practically panting when his lips moved to my neck.
“So where does my little horn-dog want to stay tonight?” he murmured into my skin.
I pulled away, my eyebrow raised in question.
His face flashed in amusement, his voice gruff and pebbly. “Don’t pretend that you aren’t dripping wet for me.”
Yeah, I couldn’t.
“Loft is closest.”
“Get in the car.”
He threw his bag in the trunk and hopped into the driver’s seat, turning to me before he started the engine.
His hazel eyes blazed as they locked into mine. “Do you know how fucking sexy you are in that jersey? How much I loved seeing you in it when I looked up at the box, knowing I was going to take you home with me tonight? That’s what I was playing for Emerson, I was playing for you.”
His hand was moving up my thigh while he was speaking and I subconsciously shifted, my legs parting of their own accord, allowing him access to where I desperately needed the pressure. His fingers ran along the seam of my jeans sitting at the apex of my thighs, slowly rubbing hard, but not hard enough.
My lungs were fighting for oxygen, because there was none in this car.
“Did you enjoy watching me?”
I nodded, biting down on my lip as the pressure increased between my legs, his eyes tracking the movement.
“How badly do you need it?”
“So badly.” The words came out as a whimper.
He unbuttoned my jeans, helping me wriggle out of them, pushing them down just enough - along with my panties.
“Spread your legs.”
I moved them as far apart as I could.
He ran his fingers along my slit. “Fuck, you’re so wet for me. Did it turn you on watching me?”
I jumped as his thumb brushed over my hyper-sensitive clit, sending tiny seizures through my pussy.
“Did you enjoy seeing me knock all those fucking pansies on their asses?”
I nodded again. I was teetering on the edge.
I groaned loudly, watching his thick fingers disappear inside me, his wrist and forearm flexing as he added another, curling them up, rubbing against my G-spot, his thumb circling my hardened little nub.
“You’re so perfect and beautiful, I can’t wait to get inside you.” He leaned over and flicked his tongue against my top lip. “Look at me. I want to see your face when you come all over my hand.”
His eyes were glazed, his pupils dilated. I could see how hard he was, his dick straining against the zipper in his pants. He was as turned on as me. Pressure was shooting down my spine, pooling deep and heavy between my thighs. He flicked my clit one last time and my entire body tensed before I fell apart, unable to hold it, throbbing around his fingers, my walls clamping down.
