by Kailin Gow
“Gotta make sure you are snug and secure because we’re going for a ride in my new car. Got it this afternoon, and I want to see how fast it can go,” Drew said before jerking the car out of my driveway and immediately accelerating to a speed that was much too fast for my neighborhood.
I found my voice again after we made it to the highway, and he was steady. “Drew? Where are we going?”
Drew glanced over at me and said, “You wanted to find Nat, didn’t you?”
I nodded. I did.
“Well, so do I,” he said. He gritted his teeth, and I can see his strong jaws working. He was angry at Nat, just like I was angry at Drew. We drove on for a few more minutes, and he didn’t take his eyes off the road to look at me nor say anything else.
I didn’t expect this about Drew at all. He wasn’t at all like the Drew I thought he would be. Could it be he no longer wanted me as I wanted him? There was no denying how my body reacted to his smell, to his touch, and even to the mere sight of him. I was already reliving my hot memories of his tongue and hands on me, all over me, bringing me to ecstasy…of the times we couldn’t keep our hands off each other, of his deep kisses that always left me breathless.
I watched his expert hands guide the steering wheel and felt a warm blush cover my face as I remember his hands lathering me with soap and washing me in the bathtub, of his fingers plunging into me, hitting my sensitive spot, and making me writhe in unbridle intense pleasure before climaxing. I swallowed, feeling my entire body warm up in the memory of Drew touching me, kissing me, and making love to me. I leaned back in my seat, involuntarily arching my back and pushing my breasts forward while closing my eyes. Those memories were so intense, I almost feel as though it was happening now.
I must’ve moaned when I opened my eyes in surprise, remembering where I was. I glanced over at Drew and saw the dark hungry look in his eyes as he looked over at the area where my dress hem ended halfway on my thighs. His eyes traveled up to my chest and cleavage then to my mouth. “Had a good nap?” The corners of his mouth turned up into a small smile.
“I didn’t even know I fell asleep,” I said.
“From the sound of it, you were in deep sleep and dreaming about something that was making you moan and touch yourself,” Drew said, his eyebrows cocking slightly. “I can only imagine what that could be or who you might be thinking of…”
I blushed, looking into his eyes and turning away quickly. “I haven’t slept very well lately. It could have been anything. Maybe even a nightmare.”
Drew laughed. “I doubt that.”
For some reason, his laughed riled me up a bit. Why was Drew being so distant to me? It was like that time he said he only wanted to be friends. Is that what this is?
I leaned up and turned towards him. “You are so sure of yourself, Drew,” I said. “So sure you know me that well that you think you’re the one I just dreamt about.”
“I never said that,” Drew said. “Now you’re being presumptuous. What makes you think I would even be with you in your dreams. Or for real? Cocky, aren’t we?”
“Maybe,” I said. “Maybe I was dreaming about going down on you, running my tongue up and down on um Little Drew, while squeezing you tightly with my hands, taking you deep into my throat until you explode. Or maybe I was riding you reverse cowgirl-style while your hands play with my breasts and we keep thrusting until we both climax?”
I glanced down at the front of his pants, and noticed how a large unmistakable bulge was now making it tighter, Drew had to readjust his pants. I almost giggle knowing what I was doing to Drew just by talking dirty to him. Bet he didn’t expect that from sweet Summer. Touche, Drew for pulling on this indifference to me act. Two can play this game.
Drew sucked in a breath and said, “That’s quite a picture, Summer. Maybe you can make a career out of being a phone actress?”
“Maybe you can make a career out of being a gigolo,” I shot back.
“Why?” Drew asked. “Thinking about sampling my services?”
“I’ve already sampled your services, and well…” I shot him a heated look. “I could survive without it.”
Drew’s eyes widen in complete surprise.
There. I got him now. Truth of the matter, he was an incredible and passionate lover…I couldn’t get enough of him, and everything about him makes me heat up inside, including this banter going back and forth.
“Really?” Drew asked. His eyes burned into mine. He licked his lips. “As I recall, Summer, you can’t seem to have enough of me. You always have multiple orgasms when we have sex.”
“Really?” I asked, cocking my eyebrows.
“You can’t possibly be faking all that, all those throaty moans and passionate cries…” Drew looked shocked, almost pale at the possibility that it can be true.
“Women do it all the time,” I said, feeling some triumph in chipping away his armor of indifference towards me.
“Not with me,” Drew said. “Definitely not between us.”
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I can tell if you’re faking it or not,” Drew said. “I didn’t just get known as having the Drew Effect on women for no reason. None of them ever complained.”
Now I was stumped. His mentioning other women sent a wave of jealousy through me, which I couldn’t help. Drew did have that effect on women everywhere. He was constantly given slips of paper with phone numbers or email addresses from women. For a guy that handsome, with his tanned muscular physique, nearly jet black hair and deep blue eyes; there was never a shortage of women he could have. Women practically threw themselves at him in the most embarrassing way. In terms of experience, he was very sexually experienced, and no doubt he could tell when and if a woman was faking an orgasm.
I was quiet for a moment, remembering how I hated how he was such a player, how he could be so casual about sex. This was before he and I became more than friends. Then things became so complicated with me dating Astor, then Nat, and then finally Drew until I threw him out of the Pad and broke up with him two weeks ago.
“Summer,” Drew had stopped the car, parked it into an underground garage in a large building and turned off the engine. He turned to face me and used his hand to cup my cheeks before pulling me towards him. “I shouldn’t have brought up the other women,” he said softly, looking into my eyes. “I’m sorry.”
“I…”
“That look on your face just now, Summer,” he said searching my face with his intense blue eyes, “You still cared.” His eyes darted to my lips as I nervously licked them.
“What if I do?” I said softly, almost breathlessly.
“It means I’m not sorry for this.” He pulled me in for a kiss, crushing his full lips against mine, while his tongue delved in to take mine. I hungrily kissed him back, relishing the feel of him against me, the smell of him engulfing me, his arms around me as it had always been – strong and protective and now possessive. Drew groaned as my hand accidentally brushed against the front of his pants. “Summer, what are you doing to me? These last few weeks without you…” he kissed me again, harder and more passionately.
I kissed him back, relishing in the feel of him against me, his skin against mine. He was so warm, so passionate, I could feel the heat of his body chase away the hollowness and pain in me. I sighed. Since he, Nat, and their sister Rachel came back to Aunt Sookie’s Malibu Pad for the summer a couple of summers ago, and the Donovan boys had noticed me; my body had craved Drew’s touch. He really was sex on legs.
He had unbuckled my seat belt and reached his hand under my dress and between my thighs, his skilled fingers reaching for his prized possession where he rubbed and tantalized me to the point I was writhing against him. “Drew,” I panted. “We have to stop.”
Drew tensed for a moment and looked up from where his mouth was kissing the top of my breasts, while his fingers worked me from below. “Stop?” he asked, his eyes looking incredulous. “Right before I…” he pulled one of my breasts out from m
y dress where it was bare and took it into his mouth to lick and devour.
I was moaning my head off.
“Should I stop now?” Drew took a second away from licking my breasts to ask.
“No, no, don’t stop,” I panted.
Drew took one long lick of my nipple before he pulled away. “You’re right, we should.” He ran a shaky hand through his hair and took a deep breath. “I’m sorry. I promised we’ll just talk so…I’m sorry I got carried away.”
He opened the door of the driver’s seat to get out of the car and came around to my door, opened it and reached for my hand to pull me out.
He held my hand as he closed the door and led me to an elevator, where he stuck in a key and pushed a button that was marked “P”.
“Where are we going?” I asked, looking up at Drew.
“You’ll see,” Drew said, standing behind me so closely that I can still feel his desire for me pressed against my back.
I was still a little frustrated with him for getting me so riled up just to stop abruptly. It was cruel. Didn’t Drew know how every time I’m near him, it was as though all my nerve endings become alive? My senses, my skin grows alert in anticipation of his touch. With Drew standing so close behind me, clearly as aroused as I was, I pressed my butt against the front of his crotch and pushed backwards to pin him against the wall while I rubbed my butt in circles around his hard-on.
Drew groaned, “Oh that feels good, Summer.”
I rubbed faster moving my hips in circles and then up and down.
“God Summer, keep this up, and…”
The elevator bell rang and I launched forward, leaving Drew bent over with a raging hard-on.
I looked around where we had stopped, thinking we would have an audience when the elevator door opened.
No one. The elevator doors opened into a small hallway that led to two large grey non-descript doors.
Drew came up from behind me, took my hand, and led me through the doors and into a luxurious modern-style straight out of Architecture Digest penthouse suite.
“Where are we?” I asked again.
Drew led me to the middle of the living room furnished with expensive soft leather Italian sofas, plush angora area rugs and glass tables. “This,” Drew said, gesturing all around him, “is my new place.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” Drew said. “I know you were expecting something different for me, but all this comes with the territory of having been promoted by Dad to President of Donovan Dynamics.”
I swallowed. That position was Nat’s. Did that truly confirm that Nat had given up everything about his old life, including a stake in the company he helped built?
I looked around. The place looked so sophisticated, elegant, and upscale. Not at all like the Drew I knew.
More like Nat.
“Where’s Nat?” I asked. “You’re lying Drew, this isn’t your place. It’s Nat’s. So he’s been hiding out here? Now, where is he?”
Chapter 3
Summer
Drew smiled slowly and calmly said, “Summer, this is my place, and this…all this is also who I am.”
He walked over to the double door steel Sub-Zero refrigerator, opened it and grabbed a chilled bottle of water out, placing it on the large marble-top kitchen island. He bent down and pulled out a pot, filled it with water, turned up the stove, and placed the pot on top of the fire.
“Bet you’re hungry,” Drew said. “I’m making dinner. You can make yourself comfortable while I cook. He took off his jacket, placing it on the back of one of the chrome and leather barstools at the island, then rolled up his sleeves. I watched him confidently navigate through the kitchen, taking out pots and pans, vegetables, spices, and other ingredients.
In his black shirt that hugged his broad shoulders, muscular chest, tight rippled abs, and strong arms; he was incredibly sexy, taking charge of the kitchen. He looked up at me and smiled. It was his beautiful Drew smile, filled with happiness and charm. He was happy being here, cooking dinner, having me here with him. Despite how angry I was with what he’d done, I couldn’t help smiling back at him. I loved seeing him happy.
He poured the vegetables he chopped into the pan he fired up, stirred it a little, then covered it with a lid, before washing his hands, drying them and then taking out two wine glasses which he filled with the water from the expensive-looking water bottle he took out. He walked over to me and handed me one before sinking into the sofa seat next to me. He took a sip of the water and placed it on the glass top table in front of us. He watched me as I took a sip, and he took away the wine glass to place it on the table next to his. Then he turned to me, and cupped my chin, turning my head to face him. “Believe it or not, Summer, all this is mine. Since Nat left, and I had to step up to be the one in charge of Donovan Dynamics, in charge of my family and looking out for you, it made me grow up. I was into football, into modeling, and caring only about sex like a lot of guys my age, but when I found out more about what my father and Nat had built up with Donovan Dynamics, about losing people you love and about love, it made me think about a lot of things. Including what I really wanted, who I wanted to be, and what I want my future to be. I’m not that irresponsible playboy you thought I was…the Drew who disappointed you, who don’t deserve you. I wanted to be a better man for you. I want all this, Summer. I want you, too.” His lips crashed onto mine, kissing me with a force that made me leaned back into the sofa while he pressed into me. My head began swirling as all I could think about is Drew kissing me like he couldn’t get enough of me. All I could feel was his hands touching, caressing my legs up my thighs and now in between my legs.
“Oh Drew,” I sighed, kissing him back, matching his fervor kiss by kiss.
“Summer,” Drew said, between kisses. “You’re the only girl I’ve allowed to come here. You’re the only person I’ve brought here. This place, Summer, this entire building, is mine, and you will be all mine, too. You are the only girl I’ve ever loved.”
I felt his hand fist around my panties and with one tug, he had ripped it off…just a strip of cream lace and silk lying in a heap on the rug next to us. His two fingers plunged into me, hitting the most sensitive part of my entire body and causing me to gasp.
Drew smiled. “I’m going to give you a Drewgasm right now, before I return back to check on the pasta primavera I’m making.”
I was about to say something but Drew took out his two fingers from where he had been rubbing me to the point I wanted him to fill more of me. He stuck his fingers into my mouth where I can taste myself. “You taste incredible,” Drew said, taking his fingers back out of my mouth and sticking it into his, where he licked them one by one, closing his eyes and savoring each lick. “I could lick you forever. I miss the taste of you, Summer, because it’s you.”
“Hungry? I am, and I’m going to start with dessert first.” He pushed me all the way down, tilted my hips up, pushed a cushioned pillow under my hips, and kissed me on my folds. As soon as his hot wet tongue licked me, I nearly jumped out of my skin. It was electric hot, sending tendrils of pleasure all over my body. I moaned, grabbing Drew’s thick wavy black hair, pulling him closer to me. He increased the pressure of his tongue and circled the area around my clit, making me wanting more.
“Drew…I want…”
“What do you want?” he growled.
“You to not stop,” I breathed.
“There’s no stopping me, Summer.” His mouth enclosed on my entire vaginal area into an intimate kiss, while his tongue continued stroking my clit.
I grabbed the pillow behind my head and arched my back and felt my entire body trembled.
He moved his mouth to kiss my clit and suck hard on it, taking my breath away. Without stopping his fingers from touching me, he grabbed my hips, squeezing my buttocks while he pulled me closer to his face and hungrily sucked and licked me until I was crying his name. “Drew, oh Drew,” I moaned. “I missed you…”
“Summer,
” he groaned, wrapping my legs around his shoulders and lifting my bottom up while he continued hungrily devouring me. “You’re so wet, so turned on…” he stopped massaging my hips and stuck two fingers in me sideways, turning them gently inside of me until he was palming me and stroking my sensitive g-spot, while his thumb stroke me up and down.
The sensations exploded around me, and my body was whacked with strong tremors, jerking up and down, while I ran my fingers through Drew’s hair.
He groaned, as he showed his arousal, but continued his relentless onslaught on me.
I felt another tremor go through me, making me bite down on my lips. “Drew, this is. Too. Much.”
I cried out in pleasure and my eyes opened in wild ecstasy as he placed two more fingers in me, while continuing to lick and devour me. He turned his hand and slowly pumped me, pressing down in an area that made me feel full, and then his tongue rimmed my folds, licking up and down. His forehead rested on my clit and began rubbing it, brushing it with his hair.
It was the most arousing, incredible sensation that made my nipples harden, my eyes rolled back, and my stomach clenched. “Oh my God, Drew!” I cried. “I…” I felt another clenching and then my stomach and entire body tighten, before an explosive climax thundered through me. It whacked me for a few more seconds, making me writhe so hard, I nearly knocked Drew off of me.
When I subsided, my face was flushed, and I was panting, but felt so relaxed.
I opened my eyes, and Drew was facing me, his hard-on so hard in his pants as he rubbed against me slightly. He took my face into his hands and kissed me hard, then softly, his beautiful blue eyes looking deep into mine. “I love you so much, Summer,” he said softly. “Whatever I did to lose you, I’ll make right. Just please give me a chance…” he kissed me again, and I felt something wet on my cheeks.
Drew’s eyes were still intensely on mine, but there were tears that had escaped onto his cheeks.
He softly pushed a strand of hair from my face when he pulled back his face to stare at me, to look at my lips, my cheeks, and then my eyes as though he was memorizing me. “When you said you never wanted to see me again, Summer, it nearly broke me. I thought I lost you; I thought I lost everything.” He took a deep breath. “It was a feeling I’d never want to have again, Summer.”
