Push the Envelope

by Rochelle Paige

  “Eyes right here,” he instructed as he removed his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. He continued his striptease, slowly popping the button on his jeans and inching the zipper down. My gaze was riveted as I waited for him to pull them down his body. I wanted him naked for me, and he gave me what I wanted as he dropped them to the floor. He stood before me, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. His cock strained against them, leaving a dark spot of moisture at the tip. I drank in the gorgeous sight of his body.

  “I want to be the last thing you see before I do this,” he rasped as he grabbed the tie off the bed and reached to wrap it across my eyes. He knotted it behind my head, leaving me in darkness. “Just feel what I’m doing to your body, Alexa,” he whispered into my ear before nibbling his way down my neck.

  I felt his fingers pull my bra straps off my shoulders before he lifted me slightly off the bed to undo the clasp at my back. He pulled my bra from my body, and my nipples pebbled even more at the feel of cool air against them. His fingers rolled them gently while he bit my shoulder. I gasped aloud at the contrast of the sting of his teeth and the softness of his hands as he cupped my breasts and licked where he had bitten me.

  “Mmmm, I think my Alexa likes when I’m a little bit rough,” he whispered into my skin. I felt his fingers move down my body, and he easily slipped one inside of me. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping wet,” he groaned.

  One thick finger rubbed inside me while his thumb played with my clit. His mouth moved between my breasts, and he alternated between sucking on my nipples and licking around them. Not knowing what he was going to do next was driving me wild. I writhed on the bed, the sheets gripped in my clenched fists while I bit my lip, trying not to scream out.

  “Drake, please,” I begged.

  “Please what, baby? Do you need more?” he asked before plunging another finger inside me. My legs trembled as he pumped two fingers in and out of my body at a painstakingly slow pace. “Or do you need faster?” he teased me before increasing the speed.

  My legs tightened around his hand, trying to increase the friction so I could climax. “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Not yet, Alexa,” he chuckled darkly. I felt his other hand grip one of my thighs as he pried my legs apart. “I need a taste of you first.”

  That was all the warning I got before his lips clamped on to my clit, and it was more than I could take. I reached above my head, wildly searching for a pillow. I found one just in time as I flew over the cliff and screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound.

  “So good, baby,” Drake muttered as he continued to drive me crazy with his tongue. He pulled his fingers from me and gripped both thighs to keep my legs apart as he licked my sex. I shuddered as aftershocks hit me.

  “Drake, oh God. I can’t take anymore,” I whimpered.

  “I don’t know. Am I done saying sorry? Do you forgive me yet?” he teased.

  “Yes! Totally forgiven.”

  “You sure?” He tormented me as he sucked my clit back into his mouth and moved his fingers up my thighs.

  “What?” I asked, losing track of our conversation at the feel of his fingers sliding inside again.

  “Are you sure I’m done? You can’t take anymore?” he rasped. He pulled his mouth away and stilled his fingers while they were deep inside me.

  “Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.

  “Please stop? Or please more? Which one is it, Alexa?” Drake asked.

  “More. I need more,” I pleaded with him.

  “Good, because so do I,” he said before pumping his fingers furiously inside me. His tongue teased, circling my clit before moving down to dip inside me as his fingers pulled out. He fucked me with his tongue, hands holding me open as he devoured me. “One more, baby. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

  I wanted to give him anything he wanted, just so he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Yes, one more,” I whispered. I reached down and rubbed my clit with two fingers.

  “That’s right. Help me get you there. I want to watch you come for me, Alexa,” he commanded, watching me touch myself. He slid his thumb inside as he lapped at the juices flowing from my body. I tightened around his finger as my body stretched, a second climax rolling over me in waves.

  Drake placed a kiss at the top of each of my thighs before moving up my body. He paused to play with my breasts, softly licking each nipple after sucking it into his mouth. A light sheen of sweat covered my body as I lay there panting. I reached up to pull him closer to my body, needing to hold him.

  “Damn, baby. Won’t ever get enough of that. Watching you come for me has to be the most beautiful thing ever,” he whispered into my ear.

  I nuzzled into his neck, enjoying our closeness. I still couldn’t quite catch my breath, so I just nodded my head. He rolled onto his back and pulled me with him. We lay there together for several minutes, neither of us saying a word. He drew circles on my back, moving from my neck down to the dip in my lower back. Once I had recovered from my climaxes, I kissed a trail up his jaw to his ear.

  “Thank you, Drake,” I whispered.

  “You’re welcome, Alexa,” he muttered back.

  I swirled my tongue in his ear and blew softly. He shuddered in response, goose bumps popping up on his skin. His reaction bolstered my confidence, making me feel powerful. I sat up on my knees and leaned over his body, licking and sucking as I kissed his neck. I ran my hands down his chest, occasionally flexing my fingernails into his skin like a kitten.

  “Baby,” he hissed in response. “You’ve got class.”

  “It’s my turn to try out your new rule. I didn’t talk to you about how I felt and let everything build up inside instead. How am I going to learn my lesson if I don’t pay for my mistake, Drake?”

  He used his finger to pull my chin up so he was looking me in the eye. “You don’t need to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

  “I am ready for this. I need to show you how much I want you, too.”

  His eyes flared at my words, and he held my gaze as he nodded. “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered.

  His eyes stayed locked on me as I moved to kneel between his legs. I leaned over him, my hair brushing across his chest. I could feel the heat of his erection through his underwear as it pressed into my belly. His nipples were hard, and I flicked my tongue over one while rolling the other between my finger and thumb. As I raked my teeth over his nipple, I felt his cock jump in reaction. I moved to the other side and softly blew over his skin before opening my mouth wide and biting down hard. Drake’s hips jerked upwards in response, and his hands gripped the back of my head as he held my mouth to him. I sucked hard, leaving a dark red mark behind.

  “You like it a little rough, too. Don’t you, Drake?” I asked.

  He wrapped my hair around one fist before answering. “I like that you wanted to mark me. Trying hard as I can not to pull you up here so I can leave my own mark on your body.”

  “Maybe later. It’s my time to play now,” I teased. His hold on my hair tightened a little, letting me know it was my turn because he was letting me have one. I had no doubt that if he wanted to switch roles he wouldn’t have a problem convincing me. He let go, and I continued down his body. I savored the taste of his skin, licking and sucking along the way. I swirled my tongue around his belly button and ran my fingernails along the top band of his boxer briefs. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down, and I hiked the fabric up so that I could move them past his jutting erection.

  As I worked my way back up his legs, I let my hair trail over his skin. When I reached his cock, I licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip and twirled my tongue around the crown. I sucked the head into my mouth and glanced up to see Drake watching me, his eyes burning with desire. I released him with a popping sound, and he groaned in protest. I slithered up a little and moved so his cock jutted between my breasts. I squeezed them together to increase the friction as I moved up and down. On the downward motion, I stuck my tongue ou
t so I could swirl it around the crown each time it peeked out of the top of my breasts.

  Drake’s hips pumped in time with my movements, his hands resting on my shoulders. I slowed down on the last stroke, opening my mouth wide and sucking him inside. I heard his breath hiss out, and he fisted my hair tightly.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re driving me crazy. Suck me deeper,” he ordered in a husky tone.

  I wrapped a hand around the base and hummed deep in my throat. I twisted my head in one direction and the hand gripping him in the other, rotating back and forth. I felt his erection grow even harder in my mouth. I worked my tongue over his cock, tracing every vein along the way. I wanted to drive him crazy with passion. His hand gripped me harder as his hips jerked up and down in time with my motions. I moved my free hand to his balls and raked my fingernails over them.

  “Shit. I’m gonna come,” he said as he tried to pull my head away from his body. I tightened my hold on him and shook my head in protest. I sucked him deeper into mouth until I could feel the tip of his cock bump against the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down, quickening my pace. I wanted to send him over the edge, and I got my wish as jets of come exploded from his body in long streams. I swallowed them down as best I could.

  His hold on my hair loosened, and I lapped at him with my tongue as I licked drops of semen from his skin. I peeked up at him to find his head thrown back. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving. I giggled, deliriously happy to have pleased him so much.

  His eyes popped open at the sound and he smiled in response. “Changed my mind. Get into as much trouble as you want if that’s how you’re gonna say you’re sorry from now on.”

  I launched myself into his arms. “Be careful what you wish for. You never know what type of mischief I can find.”

  “I’m sure I can handle it,” he said as he tightened his hold before glancing at the clock. “There’s no way you’re making it to your other class this morning.”

  “Don’t wanna go, anyway. Just want to stay here with you for a little bit, okay?”

  He pulled the blanket up over our naked bodies. “You want me, you got me.”

  I snuggled into his warmth and my eyes slid shut. I drifted off to sleep and didn’t wake up until a couple hours later when my phone buzzed from the pocket of my jeans on the floor. Drake was sleeping soundly beside me, so I reached as quietly as I could to pull my phone out. I had several missed text messages, all from Aubrey asking me where I was and if I was okay. I tapped out a quick response to her, telling her I was with Drake and we were going to miss lunch today. I’m sure she’d have questions for me later.

  I dropped the phone back to the floor and cuddled back against Drake. My movements must have woken him up because his arms tightened around me. His stomach growled loudly, making me laugh.

  “We missed our normal lunch time at the café,” I said.

  “Was worth it though,” he responded.

  “Tell that to your stomach! Sounds like you need food,” I teased.

  “Worked up an appetite,” he said with a smirk on his face. “We can grab lunch downstairs if you want.”

  “Is that okay?” I asked. I wasn’t sure about eating in the frat house. I’d visited Jackson here over the last couple years but hadn’t ever eaten with the guys.

  “You’re with me,” he replied, as though that was explanation enough. I guessed nobody would question him about me being there, too.

  “Sounds perfect. Then I won’t miss my afternoon class, too.”

  He smacked my butt, but not too hard. “Better get moving if you want to make it in time.”

  I hopped out of the bed and pulled my clothes back on. I glanced in the mirror and realized my hair was an absolute mess. As I finger-combed it, Drake came up behind me. He was dressed, and he rested his hands on my hips as he watched me in the mirror while I fixed my hair. “Can you make it to my game this weekend?”

  I turned in his arms so we were facing each other. “Absolutely. I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I’d be a horrible girlfriend if I didn’t show up when you’re going to win our school a championship.”

  “Shit, I hope so. That would make my dad a very happy man.”

  “And you?” I asked.

  “I have you. I’m already happy,” he said with a sexy smirk.

  chapter 11

  We didn’t have far to travel for the American Collegiate Rugby Championship match this year, which was a good thing since Drake’s team made it through the single elimination tournament a couple weekends ago and then won our conference title last weekend. It was their first year as an NCAA team, and their success was kind of a shock to everyone. They’d always had a good club team, but they were playing against schools from across the country with really competitive teams this season. I was a little biased, but I couldn’t help but think that having Drake transfer here for the team was part of the reason for their unexpected success.

  Drake had to travel with the team, so Aubrey and Jackson came with me. We hit the road early Saturday morning to make the four-hour trek to Elkhart, Indiana’s Moose Rugby Grounds. Notre Dame’s club team was hosting the game. Jackson borrowed an SUV from his dad so we’d have four-wheel drive just in case it snowed again. The bad part about Jackson driving was that he controlled the stereo and wouldn’t budge on letting us change the music from his rock ‘n’ roll to anything else. I was riding in the passenger seat and moved to turn the volume down, but he swatted my hand away.

  “Jackson’s rules,” he reminded.

  “No fiddling with the radio,” Aubrey and I said in unison, used to his tyranny on road trips.

  “You want something, you ask for it,” he said.

  Aubrey looked up at us with pleading eyes. “Please turn down the music, bro. My head is pounding back here.”

  “Yeah, Jackson. We’re not even asking you to change it. Just turn it down a little. Please,” I asked.

  “Since you both asked so nicely,” he teased as he turned the dial down a few notches.

  “Whew! Now we can actually talk without screaming to hear each other!” Aubrey exclaimed, leaning over the console to see us better. “I’m bored back here.”

  “I’d offer to join you, but I don’t think you want to watch me hurl for entertainment,” I joked. I didn’t do very well on long road trips in the back seat. I usually ended up getting car sick.

  “Yeah, I still don’t understand how you can fly a frickin’ plane without any problems, but if we throw you in the back seat of a car for too long you get sick. There’s something wrong with that,” Aubrey replied, shuddering a little at the mention of vomit.

  I’d only done it a couple times, but any sign of puke made Aubrey sick, too. So we didn’t take any more chances after the second time with her chain reaction. I now rode in front any time we were in the car for more than half an hour. I flipped her a sassy grin. “Sucks to be you.”

  She punched me in the arm. “Don’t be a bitch,” she complained.

  “Enough of that, you two. We’re almost there. I’m not going to listen to your whining the rest of the way,” Jackson said.

  “Wah-wah-wah,” I muttered under my breath, earning myself a glare from him. I smiled weakly in return. “Sorry.”

  Aubrey found it hilarious as she busted up laughing. It took her a few minutes to calm down. “How long is the game?” she asked.

  “A couple hours,” I answered.

  “Ugh! How did you talk me into this again? We’ll be in the car longer than we’ll actually be there,” she complained.

  “Hey, you didn’t have to come,” Jackson reminded his sister. “It’s not like you’re driving or anything.”

  “Oh, stop.” She glared at her brother. “Like I would miss out on a road trip with my bestie. I’m just cranky.”

  Luckily, we pulled up at the field a few minutes later, Aubrey pouting a bit in the back seat. “You should have taken a nap on the way,” I told her.

  “Nah, I’ll just grab an energy d
rink. I’ll be fine, and I can sleep all the way back anyway.”

  We paid to get in, and I saw Drake warming up on the field. He was so sexy in his uniform, sweat already dripping his forehead. As he ran, I watched the pumping of his legs, his thigh muscles clenching as he moved. Jackson waved a hand in front of my face. “Anyone home?”

  I looked over at him, startled. “Sorry, I was distracted.”

  He glanced over at the field to where Drake was and grimaced. “Yeah, I can see that. C’mon, let’s grab our seats. It’s gonna start soon.”

  As we sat down, I smiled over at Drake and took off my coat so I could show him my Blythe College Rugby sweatshirt. I turned around so he could see his name on the back and he flashed me a huge grin. I’d taken it to a shop in town so I could surprise him.