She laughed. “Yes, I have, and I agree, but it’s only for two days, darling. I think you can manage.”
I sighed as I relented, like I had a say at all in the first place. “Fine, but you better not fuck anyone else when you’re there! I’m the only one you can defile, got that?” I tried to come across very intimidating, but I wasn’t sure I succeeded.
We hadn’t talked about not sleeping with other people, so I was worried how she would respond. I knew casual was more her thing, but I just couldn’t stand the thought of anyone else getting to share these special moments with her. I also hated the idea of anyone looking at her naked body. It was all mine. Or at least, I wanted it to be all mine.
If it bothered her, she didn’t show it. She only furrowed her brows in a mock serious expression. “Yes, ma’am. Only you can take my dick.”
Her words had me ready for round two. “Well, if I have to wait a whole week for it again, we better make it count. You need to make sure you fill every hole by the time you leave here.”
I laughed when she sat up and ripped the covers off the bed, but my laugh fell away at her next words. “Turn around and get on your hands and knees.”
My blood boiled at her filthy words, and without hesitation, I obeyed.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Blair
Other than a text this morning saying they made it to the hotel, I hadn’t talked to Drea all day, and I missed her.We had been dating for only a few months, if that was even what we were doing, but I did. I missed her and I felt pathetic.
I had no idea what I was to her, and I was afraid to ask. I wanted to stay in my blissful bubble for as long as possible, and I hoped we were on the same page. What page that was, I had no clue, but what I did know was that whatever we had, I was getting used to it and I wasn’t ready for it to go away.
It was a little after ten at night, and I finally couldn’t take it anymore, so I texted her, telling myself I just wanted to check in:
Me: How’s it going? Has anyone gotten arrested? Are you missing me yet? ??
As soon as I saw the “sent” label under my message, I wanted to throw my phone into a river. Why would I ask that? Of course she doesn’t miss me.Stupid, Blair!
Drea: It’s going! No one got arrested, yet. And of course I miss you! Since the second I left. We are all pretty toasted right now, and Mackenzie just brought out more wine! ?? ??
I laughed and rolled my eyes. It was just the sex she missed, but something inside of me still smiled. At least there was something about me she liked, even if it was just the physical aspects.
It must have been that little ego boost, along with the fact that she wasn’t with me in person, that caused me to be a little brave.
Me: What would you do if you were here right now?
I anxiously waited for a response. A few minutes later, one came through:
Drea: Anything you would let me do… ??
I gulped, the images of the night she had me against the door flooding my thoughts. It still blew my mind that I could need her as badly as I did, and it wasn’t even just the sex. I needed her voice, her laugh, her encouraging words, I needed all of her.
Me: Such a shame you aren’t here then. The ideas I just came up with would have you begging to fuck me again.
Where did my cockiness come from? You would’ve thought I was the one getting drunk and not Drea.
Drea: It doesn’t take much for me to want to fuck you, Blair. Surely you’ve gathered that information by now. I can’t seem to stay away from you.
I didn’t want to seem like I was solely dependent on her, but I wanted to agree. I just couldn’t bring myself to stay away, not that I had tried very hard.
Every internal alarm was going off on why we were such a bad idea, and yet… she always found a way to silence them.
Whether it was feeling her body close to mine or during the little moments when she would text me just to share a funny meme she found or tell me to have a good day, I craved every aspect of her.
Me: Do you wish you could right now?
Drea: Yes, I really do. I want to bury my face in your pussy until you beg me to stop.
Holy shit! This was turning me on. The images my brain was coming up with were enough to ruin me. I probably could have come just from hearing her voice tell me everything she wanted to do to me.
