by Anthology
My body sunk into the soft mattress and Drew straddled me. She took hold of my cock and guided it to her opening, and then she slowly slid down over me. I held my breath as her tight walls sheathed me to the hilt. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensation, never wanting her to leave me. She placed her hands over my nipples and started moving up and down on my cock, riding me like an expert equestrian.
“Look at me. I want to see your eyes when I make you come,” she said in a low, sexy voice.
“I won’t be able to hold out much longer, if you keep this up,” I gritted, opening my eyes. She stuck out her tongue and seductively wet her lips. Her breasts were swaying as she began rocking back and forth. “Shit, you’re going to make me come again. Grab my ass and pull me forward,” she begged in a strained voice.
I quickly reached behind her and grabbed her bare ass cheeks, squeezing them tight, I pulled her toward me. The friction of her clit against my pubic hair set off her orgasm. Her staccato voice called out a string of curse words. Her pussy squeezed around me and I arched my hips, pushing up inside her, as far as I could and came hard. The realization that I could never get any closer to Drew than I was at that moment overwhelmed me. Feeling the prickle of tears in my eyes, I closed my eyes and placed my forearm over my head to cover my emotions.
Chapter 3
We lay next to one another, holding hands, staring at the ceiling. I caught a glimpse of the sheer white curtain that fluttered in the breeze of the open window. Drew had turned on her iPod and a sad tune drifted from the speakers. The male singer talked about never meeting again and taking pleasure in his lover for one night only. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I glanced over at Drew and noticed a tear running down her cheek. Rolling over on my side, I wiped it away. “What’s wrong?”
She didn’t answer my question. Instead she said, “You look so much like your father right now. Daddy always said he had the most unforgettable profile, just like a Barrymore.”
I didn’t understand the point of her babble, but I listened intently.
“Do you feel pressure?” she asked, stopping momentarily, only to repeat the question. “Do you feel pressure being T.J. and Jessica’s son?”
“No, not at all.”
“How?” she inquired. “Don’t you feel as if you have to follow in their footsteps or do something that’s equally great in life? You’ll never have your own identity, Liam. You’ll always be their son.”
“Drew, you’ll never have your own identity because you choose not to,” I replied, sounding more annoyed than I wanted.
“But I’m Steven Reynolds daughter. He expects great things from me.”
Taking Drew’s face in my hands, I looked her in the eyes and said, “Steven loves you. You’re his only child. He doesn’t want to see you hurt. He’s not expecting you to be a prodigy.”
She frowned at my words. “Then why do I feel like he wishes I were a boy or maybe just more like Alex. She’s perfect, you know.” She thought for a moment and then laughed. “Jessica, Steven and Alex—that’s the perfect family.”
“Where does that leave you and me?”
“Just on the outside of things,” she replied with melancholy.
I was beginning to get angry with her jealous rant. “My father died. My mom and Steven have been friends for years. They work in the same industry. It seemed only natural they would end up together.”
“I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I don’t blame Jessica. I blame Daddy. That’s why my mom left. Steven and his damn movies. That man has spent more of his life behind a camera in a fantasy world than he has in the real world.”
“No one does it better,” I pointed out.
“That’s no excuse to sacrifice your family.”
“Oh, Drew,” I said, taking her in my arms. “Maybe it’s time you sat down with Steven and told him how you really feel.”
“I can’t.”
“Why? If you love him, then work it out. He’s the only father you have. Someday may be too late.”
“I don’t want to talk about him or my problems. Can’t we just enjoy this?” she pouted. And just like that, she switched gears on the conversation.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” I confessed.
“We aren’t related,” she reminded me.
“In the press’s mind, we are.”
“Didn’t you enjoy making love with me?” she asked, sounding like a sad, wounded little girl.
“You know I did. That doesn’t make it right,” I tried to explain.
“We’re in a gated compound—alone. No one will ever know.”
“Drew…”
“Liam,” she cut me off. “Being with you was the first thing I’ve done in a long time that made me feel loved. With you I know I don’t have to watch my back or worry about what I say. You accept me for who I am.”
“And at times you are almost insufferable,” I added.
She let out a little chuckle. “I know. I’m a complete fuck-up with Daddy issues.” She looked me in the eye and became very serious. “This is why I want to do this modeling thing. I want my own identity. I want to prove to Daddy that I don’t need him or his money. I want to prove to myself I have a strong work ethic and can make something of my life.”
I admired her tenacity. I believed her and would support her no matter what Steven had to say about her decision. “I’m behind you, one hundred percent.”
She broke into a huge grin, rolled on top of me and kissed me deeply. My arms wrapped around her body. Kissing her felt so good, I didn’t want to stop. I pulled back, saying, “No one will know about this?”
“I won’t tell a soul,” she promised.
“This can’t…we can’t…” I struggled to verbalize what was running through my mind.
“We can. We can have this and not feel ashamed,” she tried to reassure me.
“As long as we’re hidden away like an incestuous little secret.”
“I can’t believe you think that!” she exclaimed, sitting up to look down on me.
“You’re like a sister to me! I shouldn’t be turned on by this.”
“But you are, Liam. You know me better than anyone and that’s why this feels so fucking amazing. When our bodies are in sync, everything feels so right.”
I certainly couldn’t deny her statement. “So where do we go from here? It’s not like we can go home and say, ‘Guess what, Drew and I are going to sleep in my bed from now on.’”
She wrinkled her nose at the comment. “Yeah, probably not the best idea.”
“We can’t hold hands in public. I can’t kiss you.”
“I know!” she exclaimed in frustration.
“So now you understand why this can’t work,” I reiterated, feeling defeated.
“It’s not fair.”
“No, it’s not fair,” I agreed.
“Then we need to enjoy this while we can,” she stated matter-of-factly.
“And what do you propose?”
“I say we stay in here for the next forty-eight hours and fuck each other senseless.”
“Get it out of our systems, so to speak.” I shook my head in disbelief. Of all the cockamamie schemes Drew had ever devised, this was the most insane. And as crazy as it seemed, it looked to be the only solution to our dilemma.
Chapter 4
It was near midnight and we found ourselves in the kitchen eating the Chinese leftovers and drinking another bottle of Steven’s expensive wine. “Why does it always taste so much better when you heat it up?” Drew wondered aloud.
“I have no idea,” I confessed. Considering neither one of us knew how to cook, we were going to spend the weekend eating takeout food.
“Let’s watch a movie,” Drew suggested, as she cleared the empty white cartons from the table.
“Sounds good to me.” I grabbed the wine and we walked into the living room.
She picked a French film with subtitles. I was impressed because I thought for sure I was in for ninety minutes of some l
ame chick flick. Drew turned down the lights as the film began and lay on the sofa, her back against my chest.
As the film progressed the leads got into some hot and heavy sex. My imagination wandered as my cock hardened, trying to adjust myself without disturbing Drew. Her hand ran along my thigh and up to my crotch. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice hoarse.
“This film is making me horny,” she replied turning on her stomach and looking up at me with those beautiful eyes.
Cupping her chin with my hand, I leaned down and kissed her. She tasted like the wine we had drunk, and I wanted to devour her. Drew ran her hand over the length of my erection which was covered by my shorts. Closing my eyes, I moaned. “What about the movie, Drew?”
“What movie?” she innocently asked, as she pulled down my zipper.
I lifted my hips and pulled down my shorts, freeing my cock from its confines.
Drew stood up and pulled the thin sweater she was wearing over her head and tossed it on the floor. She was naked and glorious. I drank her in, wanting to memorize every slope and plane of her incredible body. Drew knelt down between my legs and placed her warm wet mouth over my cock, sucking me while her tongue twirled over my head. I grabbed hold of her shoulders, concentrating on my breathing to extend the pleasure she provided. I wondered where she learned to suck a cock like that, and then quickly chastised myself for the thought. I was one of many cocks she’d had in her mouth and knowing that dampened my arousal. My cock began shrink. I gently pushed her back away from me. “Sit on the sofa with me,” I said, holding open my arms.
Grinning, she nestled her slim body in between my thighs and laid back against my chest. Wrapping my arms around her, my hands cupped her breasts, I began kneading them. I felt her body relax under my touch. Next I began rolling her nipples between my thumbs and fingers until they rose into hardened peeks. I pinched them and Drew responded with a breathy, “Oh.”
I nuzzled her neck and began kissing her there, stopping briefly to nip her earlobe. The moved caused her to arch her back, giving me a perfect view of her heavy breast pointing toward the ceiling. Sliding my hand down her stomach, I found her folds, and slipped a finger inside her. “You’re wet,” I marveled, somehow unwilling to believe that I could elicit that effect from her.
“That feels so good. Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Do you want more?”
“Yes,” she panted, rocking against my hand.
I slipped another finger inside her, while my palm rubbed against her clit. It was fascinating to observe her under my touch; the way a certain move could make her moan or sigh. I tried to remember them all.
“I’m so close,” she murmured, her eyes closed, her hand snaking around my neck. Her words spurred me on and got me excited all over again. I removed my fingers and pinched her clit causing her orgasm to erupt. “Oh, Liam,” she strained between gritted teeth.
I took my cock in my hand and began stroking it in a slow, steady motion.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she smiled. “Let me do that for you.” She rolled over on my belly and took over, stroking me with a firm hand, while her tongue darted out of her mouth to lick the tip of my dick.
Watching her go down on me was so fucking hot, I came. Cum sprayed over her lips and chin as she giggled with glee. When my cock stopped pulsating, she licked her lips and swallowed.
“Jesus, you are so fucking incredible,” I breathed, before kissing her.
When we pulled apart, her eyes were sparkling with mischief. “Let’s go for a midnight swim.”
“Let me get my swim trunks.”
She stood from the sofa and offered her hand to me. “We don’t need any clothes,” she reminded me, a sly grin creasing her lips.
I rose from the sofa and chased her outside. She ran toward the deep end of the pool. I caught up to her, wrapping my arms around her waist. I pulled her against me. Kissing the side of her neck, I said, “You are a wicked a girl.”
She turned around and faced me, her hands cupping my bare ass. “I know,” she replied, quickly pecking me on the cheek, before she dove into the water.
I dove in after her, swimming to meet her as she tread water in the center of the pool. It was dark, all except for the soft lighting installed along the edge of the pool. Drew looked up at the sky and I followed her lead.
“Have you ever seen so many stars?” she asked, in a dreamy trance.
“All the time,” I replied. “We live in L.A.”
She chuckled. “I thought I was supposed to be the smart ass?”
I didn’t reply verbally, instead I kissed her. It was a hot and heavy kiss that stole my breath away and made my cock ache for her. Drew wrapped her legs around my waist, giving me open access to enter her. I wanted her so desperately. I needed to be inside her, like I needed air. As if reading my mind, she took hold of my erection and slipped it inside her pussy. We moaned in unison. Drew moved up and down the length of my cock while I held her ass. I wasn’t wearing a condom and I didn’t care. I just reveled in the warmth and tightness of her pussy as we fucked under the stars.
“Let’s get out of the water and finish this in the pool house,” Drew suggested.
“Whatever you want,” I agreed as I started walking toward the shallow end of the pool, still inside her. When we reached the steps, I gently lifted her off my cock and placed her feet on the ground.
Drew pulled me by the hand into the darkened pool house. She lit a candle and then laid down on the round cushioned lounge. Spreading her legs as an invitation, she crooked her finger for me to come closer. With three quick strides I was lying on top her body and slipping back inside her. We moved together, taking and giving pleasure. Once she had climaxed, I began thrusting hard and quick, feeling my own orgasm building to a crescendo. Right before it happened, I withdrew and finished myself off with my hand. The hot semen burst over her thigh and stomach, and I collapsed on top of her.
I lay there silent, but my mind was screaming. You’re supposed to get this desire for her out of your system. The problem was the more I had sex with Drew, the more I wanted her. How was I ever going to give this up? I wondered if she felt the same.
Sunday morning arrived. I was lying in bed with Drew in my arms, watching the sunrise through the window, while she slept. The sun was bright and made Drew stir. Slowly she opened her eyes and looked up at me.
“Good morning.”
“Hi.”
“It’s Sunday,” she groaned. “Can’t we just turn back the clock? I don’t want this weekend to end.”
Her admission made me smile. “Me neither.”
“Let’s spend the day here, please? We can drive back later tonight. The traffic will be better,” Drew reasoned.
“Is that your way of saying you can’t get enough of my body?” I teased.
“Yes,” she solemnly replied. “I love you, Liam.”
I shot up in bed and looked down at her. Surely, I couldn’t have just heard what I thought I heard. I opened my mouth, but the words wouldn’t come.
“Shit,” Drew muttered under her breath.
“Don’t be sorry. I’m not. The truth is I’ve wanted you for so long, I can’t even believe this is happening.”
“Stay in L.A.,” she begged.
“And do what?”
“You can go to school out here. Why go back East?”
“Um, it’s Harvard, Drew. I don’t want to pass up that opportunity.” I caressed her cheek. “Why don’t you come to Boston?”
“Because my opportunity is here,” she replied, with a sad expression.
“Seems we have a stalemate.”
“Damn it! Why does this have to be so impossible?”
“We can’t exactly go public with this, unless you want to be the headline on every major magazine,” I explained.
“I hate this,” she sighed.
“Me, too,” I replied, taking her in my arms, holding her tight. “I guess the only thing we can do is be thankful
that we had this time together. I know I’ll never forget it.”
“I guess you’re right. You need to concentrate on Harvard. I need to concentrate on my career. That’s better done apart, than together,” Drew reasoned.
Chapter 5
Four months had passed since that weekend, and yet I still found myself reliving it in my mind, like a movie on a continuous loop. The only way I could cope with losing her was to submerse myself in my school work. I guessed I was doing alright, until I passed a newsstand and saw Drew’s face on the cover or get a text message from her. With each passing day, we communicated less and less, so I couldn’t believe it when Drew showed up on my doorstep in December.
The air rushed out of my lungs, as I gazed upon her, more stunning than she’d ever been. She was always beautiful, but now she seemed sophisticated and confident. In that moment I knew letting her go was the right thing to do. Drew was holding an overnight bag in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.
She walked into my apartment, placed her things on the floor and threw her arms around me. Her kiss was rough and passionate, and damn did I miss it. Pushing her up against the wall, I ran my fingers through her luxurious hair as my tongue snaked its way into her mouth. She gave a little moan of delight as she started unbuttoning my shirt, and pushed it off my shoulders. I took off her leather jacket. Drew pulled her sweater over her head and tossed it on the floor, while I unzipped her jeans. She tried to pull them off, only managing to get out of one leg, while I stripped naked. I lifted her up and slipped my throbbing dick inside her.
“God, you feel like heaven,” I sighed, moving in and out of her tight pussy.
“I’ve missed you, Liam,” she breathed out, holding onto my shoulders and leaning her head back against the wall.
“I don’t want to talk right now. I just want to enjoy this,” I panted, reclaiming her mouth.
