by Tabatha Kiss
“Please don’t say my sister’s books.”
She laughs again. Well, I guess that’s my answer.
Thanks for the assist, big sister.
I pull her shirt up over her head, revealing the tight, black bra beneath. Her cleavage shimmers, her skin as wet as mine, and I salivate just imagining the taste of her. Our lips come close to touching again, but we don’t dare. Not yet. We hold back, knowing that just one kiss won’t be enough.
“So, that’s it?” I ask with a whisper against her cheek. “You had the perfect freshman year?”
Heidi smiles as she unzips my jeans. “I don’t know,” she teases. “It could always get better...”
“It’s only November,” I say as I push her zipper down, too. “You’ve still got until May.”
“That’s true.”
My jeans fall to my ankles. I kick them away as I push hers down, firmly reaching around to cup her bare ass. I pull her against me, my erection tucked upward between us. She gasps, reacting to my girth as it presses into her belly.
I smirk. “In the meantime, are there any other life skills I can teach you?” I ask as I guide her to the bed. “Or is there another first you want to check off?”
Her golden eyes shimmer as she sits down, her glorious body on display. Her wet bra sticks to her skin, making her nipples pop in the most delicious way. “Perhaps...”
My cock twitches in anticipation. “Well, don’t leave a guy hanging like that.”
She chuckles, biting her lip as she looks up at me. “I did something,” she says, purposefully vague.
“Something... bad?”
“Something good. I was... well, I was going to surprise you with it for my birthday, but...”
“What?”
Heidi sits forward and hooks my briefs. She pulls them down, freeing my stiff cock as she gazes up at me. I bite down as her pretty lips leave a kiss on my shaft before she lies back down and spreads her legs.
“Come here,” she whispers, beckoning me to her.
I climb on top, careful not to let myself enter her as I settle between her thighs. Heidi claims my lips with a single deep kiss, breaking the tension we’ve built since the moment we walked into this room. I lose myself to the passion; passion for her and us and everything we are. I want to take her. I need to take her.
But not until I taste her first.
I lick down her body as I lower to my knees on the floor.
Heidi laughs. “Don’t you want to know what it is?”
“In a minute,” I say as I throw her legs over my shoulders.
Her chuckles morph into gasps as I suck her clit between my lips. I open my mouth to her, coating my tongue in her strong flavor. She combs her fingers through my hair like always, giving herself something to hold on to as her hips gently sway and she rocks her pelvis against my face. Her moans. Her pleasure. Her body. Everything about her makes me harder, and I’m practically throbbing for release by the time she’s trembling on the edge.
“Drew,” she moans, clinging to my head with both hands. “I’m... I’m...”
My jaw aches, but I don’t dare stop. I take a breath and I keep going, hitting the same mark repeatedly as her thighs twitch uncontrollably against my ears.
“I’m c-c-co—”
The word never quite makes it out of her mouth. She throws her head back as she comes. Her hips rise and her core tightens and quivers. I lay a hand on her belly to hold her down, forcing her to feel every brutal second of my tongue flicking her sensitive clit into submission.
“Coming,” she finally squeaks.
I lick her dripping pussy lips one more time. I nibble on the flesh of her inner thigh as she takes several calming breaths with adorable little moans.
I need her now.
I throw her legs off my shoulders and stand up, quickly marching to her bedside table.
Condom. I need a condom, and I need it now.
I yank open the drawer and my gut sinks.
There’s no box in its usual place.
No, no, no!
Are we out? Please, tell me we’re not out. Maybe Jenna has some?
Before panic settles in, I spot the packet of pills sitting in the place where the condoms used to be. Four rows of seven. Two rows missing.
I look at Heidi. “Birth control pills?” I ask.
She smiles, her body still limp on the bed. “Surprise.”
My cock surges with even greater excitement, stealing all the blood from my brain. “You’re on the pill now?” I clarify. “These are yours?”
“I want to feel you, Drew. All of you,” she whispers, soft and seductive. Then she shifts forward. “If you want to, I mean,” she says, back to normal. “I don’t want to pressure you or anything...”
“Oh, I want to,” I say, abandoning the drawer. “I really, really do...”
“We could still double up to be safe—”
I kiss her smiling lips, eager to feel her. All of her. Her legs part again and I feel the warm softness of her inner thighs cradle my hips as we align our bodies.
Heidi slides her hand between us, and she gives my cock a tight squeeze. I shudder, barely able to contain the desire I have for her as she guides my tip toward her entrance.
Fuck.
Her warmth clenches around me. I inhale sharply as the sensation takes over me. To feel her, my beautiful Heidi, in a new way for the first time... it’s indescribable. There’s nothing between us now, just raw lust. It’s trust and love. It’s pure, aching desire that I never want to end.
I thrust slowly, feeling every clench she makes deep inside as I fill her. She gasps, little moans touching my lips. Her hands caress around my back, sliding down to squeeze my ass and beg me to go even deeper. I pump her faster, her wetness coating my cock as we glide together.
Heidi tilts forward to kiss my shoulder, my neck, my cheek. “Drew,” she whispers in my ear. “I love you.”
I crush my lips on hers. I fuck her slowly just to watch the pleasure in her golden eyes. “I love you,” I say, our lips blending between deep breaths.
Heidi moans. I groan. Our bodies move as one. Our hearts beat in sync. We make love like we have dozens of times before, but it’s different this time. It’s not just the skin-to-skin contact, either. It’s that we don’t have to hide anymore. Seth knows. Everybody knows. I can shout it from the top of the Delta Xi stairs, and no one could do a goddamn thing. Heidi was always mine. Now that the world knows it, too, that territory is suddenly all the more precious.
“Can I come in you?” I ask, nearing the edge.
Heidi smiles. “Yes.”
I nearly release, but she cups my face, kissing me hard as her thighs slowly lower from my hips.
“I want to do it,” she says.
I let her touch guide me as she sits forward and mounts me. I hold her up, pulling her bra straps down to reveal her perfect breasts in front of me. I bite her nipples and she moans as she positions herself over my cock.
She penetrates herself. I cling to her even tighter as she braces her hands on my knees and rides me. Her body moves in the most perfect way, firing pleasure through my groin with each deep grind. My body responds exactly as intended. My breaths quicken. My balls tighten. I suck on her nipples and mark her porcelain skin as she effortlessly brings me down.
“Drew,” she whispers, her warm breath on my cheek. “You feel so good...”
I flex my entire body. I dig my fingers into her back. I can’t respond other than to kiss her again.
Her core twitches with her rolling hips. “I’m... I’m...”
Yes. Fucking come on my cock.
Heidi whimpers, her open mouth pressed hard against my shoulder to smother her moans. Her pussy tightens in climax with a sudden deluge of wetness that soaks my cock. The intense pulsing deep inside sends me over. I come with her, inside of her, and it’s even more of a rush than I thought it’d be. She continues the soft sway of her hips, milking every drop of me, until I wrap my arms around her again. We linger
together, bodies still interlocked. We kiss each other’s sweat-covered skin. She playfully squeezes me on the inside. I respond with a grind against her too-sensitive clit.
We hold on to each other until we’re too exhausted to stay up. I lie down on my back and she instantly rests her head on my shoulder. A perfect cuddle.
“You have classes this morning?” I ask.
“Thinking I might skip them,” she answers.
I chuckle. “Oh, I am a bad influence on you...”
Heidi looks up and kisses my chin, prompting me to look down into those gorgeous golden pools as she smiles.
Heidi. Heidi Newbury.
If I had known that she was my best friend’s little sister when I met her...
I wouldn’t have done a thing differently.
Not one damn thing.
Chapter 53
Drew
Three Years Later
I hold the red tie up to my reflection in the mirror. Then the blue tie. Then the red tie again. No, definitely blue. But wait...
“No tie.”
I turn around to see Seth lurking in my bedroom doorway. “No tie?” I repeat.
“Yeah, ditch it,” he says, stepping inside as if we still share a room. “Gotta look natural, you know? You get all fancy on her and she’ll know something is up.”
“Or she’ll think I just wanted to look nice for her birthday dinner.”
“Dude, it’s Heidi,” he simply says.
I raise a brow. “Good point.”
I toss both ties onto the back of my desk chair and stare at myself in the mirror again. Maybe the suit jacket is more than enough. I pop my collar, then promptly put it back down. Nope, don’t do that. Never do that.
Relax, I tell myself. You got this.
Seth sits down on the corner of my bed. He leans forward in that casual but also not so casual way. Clearly, something is on his mind.
“What’s up, Seth?” I ask as I tweak my hair in the mirror.
“Nothing,” he says, clearing his throat. “Just feeling a little nervous about tonight.”
“You’re feeling nervous?” I quip.
“Not as much as you, obviously. Maybe. Probably.” He runs a hand through his hair. “So, I’m bringing a date to dinner, as you know...”
I glance at his reflection. “As I know...”
“And I’m feeling a little nervous about it,” he says again. “I really like this girl and it’s the first time I’ve... unveiled her, so to speak. I just want you guys to like her, that’s all.”
I nod in understanding. Seth has been seeing this mystery girl for weeks now, somehow sneaking her in and out of our apartment under my nose. Heidi and I have repeatedly tried — and failed — to catch a glimpse of her. Tonight, that mystery will finally be solved.
“What’s not to like about her?” I ask.
He thinks for a moment. “Nothing,” he says, his eyes warm with genuine affection. “She’s gorgeous and wicked smart and funny and... gorgeous. I really like her.”
“Yeah, I can tell. Never seen you this fucked up about a girl before.”
“Oh, fucked up is exactly the way I’d describe it, too.”
“If she’s a fraction as great as you keep saying she is, then I’m sure we’ll like her, too, man,” I say. “Don’t worry too much about it.”
“Right.” He nods. “You’re right. It’ll be fine.”
“It’ll be fine,” I repeat, mostly to myself.
“Tonight’s not about me, anyway. It’s about her. It’s about Heidi. It’s my little sister’s birthday.”
I turn away from the mirror, finally satisfied with my appearance. “That’s right,” I say with a nod. “Speaking of, is everything in place?”
“Everything is in place.”
“Everything?” I repeat.
“The hand-drawn map you gave me was a little dorky, but yeah.” He smiles. “Everything.”
“Thanks for doing that for me, man,” I say. “I would have set it up myself, but—”
“But Nora’s going on maternity leave soon, and you were stuck at the office because you’re learning how to fill her glorious Jimmy Choos,” he says. “Yeah, I know. Gloat more about how a billionaire is leaving you in charge of her empire for months.”
I laugh. “You think I can pull off Jimmy Choos?”
“You’ve got the calves for it, sure.”
I exhale hard, my latest attempt to shake off a few nerves as I glance at the clock on my wall. It’s nearly seven. Heidi gets off from the museum soon. As much fun as it would be to stay here and banter with Seth...
Now is the time.
“Okay,” I say to myself. “I’m going to head over there.”
Seth raises a fist. “Delta Xi,” he says.
I raise mine, embracing a battle cry we still use this long after graduation. Once a Delta Xi man, always a Delta Xi man.
“Delta Xi,” I say, ready to go.
Chapter 54
Heidi
I am so late.
I swing into the driveway and park my car next to Drew’s. Of course, he’s here on time. I try not to think about it as I gather my sketchbook and bag and make my way into the house.
Jenna’s loud cackle rises from the kitchen as I bolt inside. Kicking off my shoes as I walk, I shuffle toward the sound with my excuse primed and ready to use.
Drew sits at the kitchen table with Jenna, dressed to date night perfection in a neat black blazer while I probably look like a frumpy hag.
“Hello there,” Jenna says as she pushes out of her chair in her tank top and shorts. “I was just entertaining your gentleman caller for you instead of getting ready for my date because that’s how good of a friend I am.”
“Thank you,” I whisper as she passes around me toward her room. “Are you early?” I ask Drew. “Or am I late?”
Drew checks his watch. “Both, actually.”
I wince. “I am so, so sorry.” I spin around and quickly march down the hall to my bedroom. “First, the museum wanted me to stay late and then there was this huge crisis that had nothing at all to do with me and then there was a traffic jam which was totally not my fault—”
Drew grabs my elbow from behind and spins me around to face him, stopping me in my tracks. “Heidi...” he says, smiling. “Relax.”
I take a deep, purposeful breath and blow it back out.
“Hi,” he greets me.
“Hi.”
“How are you?”
My smile grows. “Better now that you’re here.”
He kisses the tip of my nose. “Happy Birthday.”
I do a little dance in my doorway. “It’s my birthday,” I sing.
He releases me and leans against the doorframe. “Did you have a good day otherwise?” he asks.
“I did!” I say as I peel off my blouse and drop it in the hamper on my way to the closet. “All my classes went great. I’m pretty sure I aced my history exam.” I unzip my skirt and let it fall to the closet floor. “My advisor says I’m on track to graduate in the spring but please don’t ask me anymore about that because I am not ready to even think about graduation right now...”
I remove the blue dress I picked out for tonight from its hanger. Or, I should say, the one Jenna picked out.
Navy blue from top to bottom. Long sleeves made of lace. A wide V-neck with a midi shirt and sheer hem.
And it has pockets!
“Oh, and Professor Wilson asked if I’d be a judge for the Art Fest next week, which I was kind of cool with at first, but now I’m not so sure.” I chuckle as I step into my dress and pull the back zipper up as far as I can get it. “I mean, how do you even judge art, you know what I mean?” I step out of the closet and pivot around to expose my back to Drew. “Will you zip me up?” I ask.
I hold my hair to one side and wait for him, but far too much time passes in silence.
I glance over my shoulder. Drew lingers in the doorway, looking right at me with his mouth slightly agape.
/> “What?” I ask, nervously checking my dress. “It’s not torn, is it?”
He doesn’t answer. He steps forward and reaches for my zipper, carefully pulling it up so it doesn’t catch any stray hairs.
I turn forward to study his pensive face. “What?” I ask again.
“Nothing,” he says. “You look beautiful.”
“No, where did you go just now?”
“I just...” He bites his bottom lip, once again getting lost in thought. “Had a vision, I guess.”
“A vision?” I ask. “Of what?”
Drew plants a soft kiss on my cheek, just beneath my eye. “I really love you,” he whispers.
It’s not an answer to the question, but I’ll take it.
I tilt my head, inviting another kiss, and his lips softly find mine. “How much do you love me?” I ask with a smirk.
He squints. “Enough to not care that I have to push this dinner reservation back again— “
I flinch, quickly hustling toward the bathroom. “Five minutes!” I say, holding up five fingers.
“Do you need Jenna?” he shouts after me.
“Yes, please!”
“Oh, sure, sure,” she says as she shuffles out of her bedroom, annoyed but secretly happy to help. “Because I don’t have places to be tonight or anything.”
Drew holds the car door open for me. I thank him with a nod and lower myself inside, taking another deep, relaxing breath as he closes it behind me. Work is over. School is out for the weekend. It’s date night. It’s time to leave all that shit behind and enjoy a night out with my beautiful boyfriend.
I flip the visor down over my head to check my make-up one more time. Perfect smokey eyes. Stunning yet subtle lips. Jenna always knows what the occasion calls for. I realize my topaz pendant has slipped beneath my neckline, so I pull it back out to keep it prominently on display where it belongs. I push my hair behind my ears to admire the topaz earrings dangling from my lobes; a gift for my twentieth birthday. I adjust the fit of the topaz bracelet on my wrist, too. Last year’s birthday gift.
Drew loves to make me dazzle on my birthday, that’s for sure.
