Dare Me Not | 18+ ✔

32. Down the Rabbit Hole (Parker)

This is wrong, and I know it.

I shouldn't have gone this far with Xander, but sex with him has been surprisingly fun. It's been a while since I slept back-to-back with the same guy, and I need to get used to it again. But I'm not complaining, though.

I turn my head to the man lying beside me and snoring softly, his face tired yet satiated. I was supposed to drive home after our last crazy game last night, but here I am, still naked and planted in his bed. After we woke up this morning, we continued fucking like rabbits until we could barely move. He's cummed more than his balls could handle, and my pussy is sore all over.

Biting back my groan, I scramble out of bed and grab any clothes in sight. I need to pee and drink, then grab the rest of my stuff before leaving his house. After tiptoeing to the door, I slowly close it while listening to his deep and slow breathing. He's definitely still vastly asleep.

It takes me a few seconds to remember where the other toilet is located because we've barely left his bedroom since we arrived at his house. Xander's house is fancier than the way he presents himself in public. It's a two-story building with a Scandinavian style. Unlike my compact apartment, his place is enormous; spacey rooms, gigantic windows, a large kitchen, and wide stairs. He probably planned to have kids when he bought this property, otherwise, it's such a headache to live alone in this big ass house. It would make me feel even more lonely if I were him.

A familiar ringtone chimes when I walk out of the toilet. My phone. After following the sound, I find it under his couch. How did it end up there?

"We're already in your driveway!" Brit shouts once I pick up the phone call. "Get your ass here, missy!"

"Huh? What time is" — I detached my phone from my ear to check the time on the screen — "Shit. I overslept."

"Too much sex, huh? We'll give you ten minutes to get ready," Sarah says, before adding. "Actually, I need to pee. Can you open the front gate for me? I need to use your toilet."

"Problem is" — I wince — "I'm not home."

"Where are you?" the girls ask in unison.

"At Xander's," I reply, glancing up the stairs. "I'm gonna get my—"

"Wait, wait, wait," Sarah cuts me. "What?"

"She's been shagging that dude for a few weeks now," Brit replies.

"How the hell..." There is a pause before Sarah's high-pitched laughter travels through the phone receiver. "Fuck, yeah! That's my girl! So, licking and tasting your victim before butchering him, huh? I love your style."

I peer up the stairs again, afraid that Xander is actually awake and listening to our conversation, though he wouldn't be able to listen to my two besties on the phone if he were here. "It's a long story. I will fill you in later, but first, get me out of here. I'll text you his address and pick me up now."

Once I hang up, I make a beeline to gather my stuff: my bag on the couch, my shoes on the staircase, and my dress on the second-floor corridor. My bra and panties are nowhere in sight, but I won't go back inside the bedroom and wake up Xander. Plus, I still don't know if I'll let him meet Sarah when she doesn't know how the table has turned now between me and Xander.

Me: I'm outside the house. Hurry!

Brit: Brit is driving. Almost there! Hold on to your panties!

Me: Left it inside his bedroom.

Brit: Alright. Hold on to your pussy then. We're entering the street now.