Page 15 of Savage
Calvin’s big hazel eyes stared up at me. I was reminded that although he always looked out for us, he also desperately needed someone to take care of him. He carried way too much on his shoulders, but I wasn’t sure how to help him with that.
“Thanks,” he mumbled.
I nodded and turned to head to the room. Calvin jerked me back and pressed our foreheads together. “One second.”
Time meant nothing to me. I’d stand there for hours if that were what he needed. I waited for him, unworried about anything but my long-time friend.
Calvin pulled back, and his eyes shined with determination. “It’s not that I don’t find him hot. And I am turned on by him.” He took in a deep breath, and his shoulders relaxed a little. “But this could go so wrong.”
“And it could go right,” I said.
I knocked shoulders with him and smiled. “If you think he’s hot, might as well have fun and enjoy the fantasy. A super rich guy picked us all up to whisk us away from the life of struggling and whatever bullshit fantasies hold.”
Cal looked at me like I was insane, but he knew I was right. Sometimes we just had to let go.
“Tomorrow, we can go back to reality.”
Cal laughed. “Yeah, you’re right.”
We headed into the room. I was surprised he hadn’t come out to get us. The moment we walked in, I knew why he hadn’t. Sayge straddled his lap, grinding his ass against him as their mouths were tangled in a heated kiss.
“Guess he got started without us,” I growled.
A whimper echoed in the room. There was a huge bed that could easily fit all of us and maybe ten other people. No tv, which was a bummer, but I could deal. I glanced up at the ceiling expecting mirrors, but there were none.So maybe he’s not that freaky.
Other than a single nightstand, the room was void of everything else. We didn’t have much, but even our studio didn’t feel so empty. For the downstairs to be full of lavish things, his bedroom felt more like a cell. Not even a bachelor pad looked and felt so cold.
The man put Sayge down on his feet. Sayge’s lips were slightly puffy as he stared dreamily up at him. His sweats hid nothing; the outline of his hard cock was easy to make out. I smirked at Sayge when our eyes met. He shrugged, and if I didn’t know exactly how good of a kisser the man was, I’d be convinced by Sayge’s reaction alone.
“What do we call you?” Calvin asked.
Leave it to Cal to get answers. He couldn’t plan without set rules and a guide. I knew the night was already getting under his skin. Nothing was going according to plan. How could we reasonably give up thirty thousand dollars? Not to mention maybe fifteen thousand, after we made him cum a good three times.
The man turned around to face us. His piercing gaze dropped down to our joined hands. I waited for him to say something stupid. I had no problems going after him again. He said nothing as he unbuttoned his suit and then his black shirt showing the muscles I’d felt when pressed against him. A shiver ran down my spine, and I wanted to approach him.
“Tonight, Daddy.”
Fuck yes.
Calvin’s shoulders dropped. “Okay, and how do you want us?”
I squeezed his hand. Sayge and I might be wild and go with the flow, but Calvin was not. If our daddy for the night had an issue with that, it didn’t show.
He walked toward Calvin and stopped just short of touching him.
“Get undressed.”
Calvin’s fingers untwisted from mine and went for the hem of his shirt. “But this—”
The man moved closer and grabbed Calvin’s face. I took a step toward them, but green eyes flicked my way, and I was frozen in place. My heart pounded in the confines of my ribs. How could he do that, instill fear and excitement with a single look?
“No more questions. You will do what I say tonight. That’s the rule. Understood?”
Calvin nodded and groaned.
“Try again,” he said.
Shit, was his voice even deeper?My cock ached, and I reached for it.
