Wanting Winter(47)

He nods. “Okay.”

He drives us back home and we sit in the car looking up at the building. “Winter, what do you want in general, deep down?”

I think about it. What do I want? “I want to be happy. Trent made me happy, then you and Joshua made me happy the past week, yet I feel something is missing, but I don’t know what it is.”

“You know you can’t have me and Joshua.”

“I know,” I whisper.

“I’ll always be your friend, but I won’t share you. You need to decide if you want to be single, be whatever you and Joshua are or be mine.”

I look to him on the last word. “Do you want me to be yours?”

“Do you even have to ask? I’ve wanted you for so long, but I’d rather you be happy and follow what you want.” He steps out of the car and leans against the front.

I climb out and stand next to him. “I am used to men wanting me. They see a pretty face and all they think about is sex, but I never thought I’d have to choose someone. It's crazy thinking how the last two weeks have changed my life so much,” I laugh, shaking my head.

“You are an amazing girl, Winter. Trent saw it. Joshua and I see it. Don’t rush into anything you don’t want.”

I take hold of his hand. “How did I get to deserve you?”

“Good fortune.” We both laugh.

I move, standing in front of him. I put my hands in his hair, and he closes his eyes leaning into my touch. I move closer to him. Right now, I feel like I’m seeing him properly for the first time. His eyes stay closed, and I lean forward, pressing my lips to his. His eyes open, looking into mine before he closes his them again, kissing me back and pulling me into him. One of his hands is in my hair as the other pulls in my body.

I moan into his mouth. I feel his erection press against me and I start grinding myself against him. He pulls back, his forehead going to mine. We stand there panting.

“I don’t think we should do this,” he says, looking to the ground, not at me.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me that,” I breathe.

He looks up and I see how dark his eyes have got. I know he wants this.

I don’t just want this.

I need this.

“Drake, I need you,” I say softly.

I glide my hands down his chest, down his hard-toned stomach. I hate that I’ve never taken advantage of his body before. Just feeling all his muscles is turning me on. I look up to his eyes and they are watching my hands.

I go to his jeans and I unbutton them, freeing his cock, and taking hold of it. He hisses, shutting his eyes tightly. He is so big and smooth. I slowly rub up and down, as his breathing comes out in pants. I release him and wait for him to look at me. When he does, I lift my dress, showing him my bare pussy. I move myself, guiding his cock to my entrance and he moves himself, so he’s bent down a little, helping me give him better access. I push myself further into him, feeling his head enter me. He groans out. He looks at me and it’s like he is holding himself back. I don’t want him to. I want him to fully want me, want this.

I take hold of his chin, so he is facing me. “Drake, fuck me. Please.” I move myself, so he enters more inside me. “I need you to make me feel good. Make me feel good,” I pant out.

“We shouldn’t be doing this; I shouldn’t let this happen,” he says above a whisper.

“I want you Drake. Don’t you want me?”

“I want you so bad. Feeling how good you feel.” His eyes close.

I start moving myself, even though he isn’t fully inside me. But I need all of him. “Don’t you like me?” I start to feel vulnerable. Have I made a mistake? Maybe I am forcing him to do this.

“You know how much I like you.”

I feel tears prickle my eyes. “It’s okay. I’m sorry for making you do this.” I rise up, his dick leaving me, and he moans out.

“Shit,” he shouts, looking at the sky. He looks back down at me and it's like a switch has been pulled. He twirls me around so I’m sitting on the bonnet of the car and he quickly enters me, causing us both to scream out. “Fuck, you fucking feel so good—so fucking good.” He starts moving slowly.

“Drake, God.” I pant out. “Harder, please harder,” I beg.

He rams inside me so hard that I cry out in pleasure. He lifts my legs, so I wrap around him and his fingers dig into my ass, thrusting faster and faster. Looking at him, seeing him like this, is so fucking hot. He’s not the good guy right now; he is letting his lust and want take over him.

I hold onto him for dear life. When I feel my orgasm coming, my legs squeeze him harder and soon I am screaming out his name while he keeps pumping in and out of me before he roars out his own release.

I stay laying on the car, his head on my stomach.

It’s quiet apart from our heavy breathing.

I can’t believe I slept with Drake.

I can’t believe I slept with two guys in a space of couple of hours.

In just a few weeks I have been with three men.

Drake stands up and his face is scrunched up, his head shaking, avoiding looking at me. He tucks himself away and I get off his car, pulling my dress down.

“Are you okay? Didn’t you like it?” I bite my lip.

“No, it's not that. That was better than my imagination could ever imagine.” He pauses. “We didn’t use anything,” he says.