I moved my hand to his chest and rubbed his pecs. He was muscular without being overly bulky. I knew that he worked out every day, and it showed. Bringing my other hand up to his chest, I started to unbutton his shirt, which he didn't seem to mind. I slid both my hands inside and felt his smooth skin.
Oh God, he felt so good.
I could feel every ripple and muscle, where each ended and the next began. I allowed my hand to travel down his rock-hard stomach as he plunged his tongue deeper into my mouth. His hands were freely roaming my body, and things were definitely getting hot. I slowly moved down to his crotch where I had a rather huge surprise waiting for me.
“Mmm,” I moaned as I felt it for the first time.
Drew gasped. “Oh damn, that feels so good,” he said.
He finally pulled his hungry mouth from mine and brought his hands to the bottom of my shirt. Lifting it up, he left my bra exposed with all my cleavage spilling out.
He closed his eyes for a second and then opened them again to gaze at me. “Damn, I knew they were going to be beautiful.”
I smiled. “I'm glad you like them.”
“Like them? I fucking love them!”
I reached for the button on his pants when he caught my hand. “NO! We can't,” he said suddenly and quite sternly.
I was confused. I thought he wanted me as much as I wanted him. “What? Why?”
He stood quickly and started pacing the floor frantically.
“You don’t want to be with me?”
His face contorted in disbelief, and I looked down and suddenly realized how ridiculous my question was. Judging by the size of his rather large, hard dick sticking up inside his khakis, his desire for me was obvious. I couldn’t understand why he’d decided to refrain.
“Does it look like I’m uninterested, Eliza?” He nearly shouted with his arms thrust outward in annoyance.
He walked over and sat in the chair at my desk, his eyes pinched closed as he took slow and steady breaths. God, he was even more gorgeous than I had imagined he would be. His chest and abs were extremely defined, and his biceps were just the right size. They were perfect; he was perfect.
“Well, come on then,” I said as I stood and reached behind me to undo the clasp of my bra.
Just as I was about to release them from their prison, Drew’s eyes popped open, and the ferocious glare he pinned me screamed with painful agony.
“Eliza,” he said in a pleading tone, “if you go that far, I might not be able to stop myself.”
He stood and picked up his shirt from the floor in front of me. Turning around so that his back was to me, he spoke in a breathless tone. “Please clasp your bra and get your shirt back on.”
I did as he asked. I was hurt and confused as I sat on the couch.
He remained standing, keeping his distance. “Please don't be upset with me.”
“I don't understand, Drew. It's like you want me, but then again, you don't want me. Does this have anything to do with Clayton?”
“Of course not! Why would you even think that what is going on here has anything to do with him?”
I dropped my head. “I’m aware that he doesn't approve of me, and that puts you in a bad spot with him.”
He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed in annoyance. “Listen, Clayton gives me his opinion, and I hear him out, but I do not allow him to rule my life. I don't care who he approves of and whom he doesn't. This is between you and me.”
He was right. It was between us, just Drew and myself; no one else mattered.
“Then please explain to me what just happened. I thought it was all going so well.”
He smiled slightly, and my heart melted. He took the chance to sit beside me, not nearly as close as I preferred, and he turned to face me as he spoke. I looked into my eyes and was almost mesmerized by him.
“Eliza, I have told you before that I don’t want to rush into anything. We've only known each other for about a month now, and I just don't think we're ready for this.”
I knew what he was trying to say, but my body was craving his, and I didn't know how to handle it.
“I know, but I want you so badly, Drew. I'm feeling things in places that I didn't even know I had.”
He leaned back slightly and wrinkled his brow. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, I've never felt things like this before.”
He brought both of his hands up to his face and rubbed it, slowly bringing them away. “Fuck, Eliza. Are you telling me that you've never been with anyone before?”
I thought he knew. But then, how could he? I had never mentioned it, and he'd never asked, so there was no way he would know.
“No, I haven't. I'm a virgin, Drew. I have never even fooled around with anyone before.”
The look of shock on his face had me puzzled and scared. Would he not want to touch me anymore now that he knew? Would he think I was a prude because I hadn't wanted anyone to touch the most private areas of my body?
He let out a couple of sighs as if he had just heard the most incredulous news ever.
“I had no idea. I mean, you're fucking gorgeous as hell. You have the most beautiful breasts that I've ever seen,” he said with a giggle. “You have an ass that would cause a man to go off on himself just by looking at it. Trust me, I know whereof I speak because it almost happened to me one night.”
I loved hearing him talk about me that way. Hearing him confirm his attraction to me boosted my confidence. Nothing was going as I’d imagined it, but his admission had alleviated my concern. “Then what is stopping you,” I said as I moved closer and ran my hand up the length of his jean-clad crotch.
He quickly brushed my hand away and stood, once again putting more distance between us. “Eliza, I really can’t … You're a fucking virgin!”
“So what? I want to be with you,” I pleaded. I couldn’t understand his reluctance. “I didn't think that having sex was going to be this hard,” I said with disbelief. “I mean, if I am as hot as you say I am, then why would you not want to be with me?”
“That is precisely why I can't be with you.”
He grabbed his coat from the closet and slide his arms inside. “Do you know how precious that gift is that you have? The man of your dreams is going to truly appreciate it one day.”
I was speechless, truly mortified and unable to voice a response. “I can't take such a special gift from you until you're truly ready to give it to me.”
“Drew, you can’t be serious.”
He turned back to me, his eyes pleading for me to understand. “There aren’t many women left in this world who have that kind of gift to give to their husbands when they marry.”
“If you want to wait, then we will wait, but I’m ready to be with you.” I smiled at him as he bent down to kiss me. “This is going to be so hard,” I mumbled against his lips.
He chuckled. “You don't have to tell me how hard it's going to be. I've already been experiencing that each night that I come over and then leave without being with you.”
I was elated that he wanted to be with me, even though he wasn’t ready to accept my virtue.
He bent down and gave me a long, soft kiss.
“You see, this is precisely why I must go,” he said as he pointed to his engorged pants again. He pinched my chin then turned and left.
I smiled as I closed the door behind him.
11
Drew
I took a deep breath as I climbed behind the steering wheel of the Rover. The brisk, cold air had assisted in the general softening, and I was relieved. I’d have to go home and jack off just to get a release.
Eliza was the sexiest woman I had ever seen, and every part of me was screaming for her. With the added news of her being a virgin, I would have to be more careful when I was with her.
I had almost let things go too far tonight. She was even more special to me after hearing that she was untouched. It was so hot knowing that she had never allowed anyone to touch her or have h
er. I was going to be the first to explore all of her and that turned me on, big time. But the timing would have to be perfect. Not just because we both got horny on her couch and decided to fuck right then and there. No, it had to be the most romantic night that a woman could ever dream of.
I looked down at my phone and noticed that I had sixteen unread text messages. I hadn't heard it ding because I always silenced the ringer when I studied with Eliza. I didn't want anything or anyone interrupting our time together.
“What the hell?” I said, shocked to see it. “Who has been texting so much?”
I swiped the screen to see that it was Clayton.
>>Bro, call me. It's urgent.
>>Hey, man. Where are you? Call me.
They were all pretty much the same, just him telling me to call him. The last one was what struck me as odd, given its intensity and strong wording.
>>Hey, Drew, you little shit. Call me. I have news that you don't want to miss. Where the hell are you?
What could Clayton possibly have to tell me that was important enough to cause him to text me sixteen times in a three hour period? I knew there was no real family emergency because one of the security guards would have knocked on the door and told me himself.
He probably wanted to tell me something about him and Antonia and how they screwed in some weird place. They were always trying to outdo themselves and their last spot. He had told me once how he fucked her in the locker room at the country club while her father and his chumps were playing cricket. Another time, they screwed out on the deck of her family's yacht while the staff was on board. Clayton loved shit like that. The excitement and danger of them getting caught made him horny and easier to get him off. Antonia was just as nasty as he was with that shit, and she was always up for anything. I had lost a lot of respect for him when he started dating her; I just didn't tell him.
Instead of texting him, I called. After two rings, he answered without a greeting. “Where the hell have you been?”
He was callous, I'd give him that.
“Hey, man, what is going on?” I returned.
“Drew, why the hell didn't you answer me? I've fucking texted you all damn night!!”
“First off, I'm not your bitch that you can just control and tell me when to pick up my phone!” I was angry as hell. No way was that prick going to talk to me like he owned me.
“Whatever, man. I bet you were with the pauper again. Did you at least get a piece of that?”
I could feel my blood boiling. I hated that he called her that, but I didn’t feel like getting into an argument with him after I'd had the most amazing night with her.
“Clayton, fuck off,” I said calmly.
I knew that our relationship was going to cause a lot of tension with not only Clayton but with my other friends as well. Clayton was sort of the ringleader of the group; whatever he said, seemed to be what the group followed. So if he didn't approve of Eliza, then no one would.
I didn't care what he, or anyone else, thought about Eliza. I was falling for her, and to hell with all of them. I was going to be happy with her.
“Drew, I have to tell you something, and I think I should do it face to face,” he said.
Whatever he needed to tell me had to have been important, if he was requesting a face to face.
“Alright, man, meet me at my condo. I'm headed there now.”
I hung up the phone without a goodbye. I was pissed off at him, and I had no reason to play nice.
I pulled in and saw him sitting in his car, already waiting for me.
Damn, had he been waiting all fucking night on me?
I got out and locked the doors. Two beeps echoed in the night so loudly that it almost embarrassed me.
“What the hell is so important that this couldn't wait until tomorrow,” I asked in a very rude tone, hoping he would understand that I was ticked off.
My words didn't faze him. He came toward me with a manila envelope.
“Let's go inside,” he said. “This is some shit!”
I unlocked the door, and we both entered.
“Have a seat,” I told him. “I'm getting a beer.”
There was no way in hell that I was going to offer him anything or even be polite after the way he’d spoken about Eliza.
Upon returning to the living room, I sat on the couch. “Okay, let's have it,” I said as I turned up the bottle and nearly chugged it all in one gulp. I was wired with pent-up energy, and I had to do something to calm myself. Between Eliza's body causing my cock to stay hard for a very long time, and Clayton and his nonsense about having some important news, my nerves were frazzled.
“Alright, man, before I give this to you, you must remember that I did this for your own good,” he said as he opened the envelope.
I let out a sigh. “Whatever, Clayton, just get the hell on with it and cut out the drama.”
He pulled out several sheets of paper. Some appeared to be articles, but several of them were photographs of my family. I didn't understand.
“What is that?” I asked him, confused as to what he was trying to do.
“This is why you can't get involved with that poor girl from the wrong side of town.”
His words caused my hand to ball into a fist. I wanted to knock the shit out of him. My sexual tension was quickly boiling into anger, and I might as well use his face as a punching bag.
“Look, man, if you’ve come over here to call her names and say shit, then you can just fucking leave!” I was angrier than I had ever been, and I knew that Clayton could see the emotions all over my face.
“Look at this shit before you get pissy with me,” he demanded.
I scanned the clippings and saw stories about Edward partying, and a story about me and how I was about to begin university. The headline read, “Prince Andrew Goes to Whitby to Escape Hard Ruler of a Mum.”
I chuckled and tossed them on the floor in front of me. “So what? I've seen that shit before. Why the hell are you bringing it to me?”
Clayton stood and stared at me. “Pick up the damn papers and read the byline.”
I picked up one of the articles and asked, still oblivious,
“So what? Who the fuck is Oliver Noble?”
“Who is Oliver Noble?” Clayton laughed as if he'd just been given the opportunity to take the last shot in a firing squad. “He's the father of your pretty little pauper!”
I remained stoic, hiding the initial shock I felt of Clayton’s atomic bomb. I was hurt, confused, but I sure as hell didn't want Clayton to know it. No, I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd just rendered the final, fatal shot in his little game.
“So the fuck what?!” I exclaimed.
“You've got to be kidding me?” he fired again.
“Who gives a shit who her father is? She's just my study partner, Clayton!”
My words were lies. She was more than that to me. When I heard myself deny what she meant to me, it hurt me terribly. Why did I do it? Why did I just say that she was only my study partner?
God, I didn’t know. My head was pounding as if it would burst. My heart was hurting by her blatant betrayal. And I was angry at my best friend for not accepting her just because of some stupid ranking system in society.
“Yeah, well, I hope so,” he said in a much calmer tone. “Because if you give her anything to report to her dad, then you're royally screwed, no pun intended!”
Without saying goodbye, he walked out the door. I was left in my oversized leather chair that Edward and Maggie had helped me pick out especially for my new place. The amount of emotions flowing through my heart and mind were almost incomprehensible to me. Why didn't Eliza just tell me who her father was? Why did Clayton get so much joy out of hurting someone else? What did all of this mean for me, and for us as a couple?
I had no idea, but I knew that I couldn't sit there and think about it any longer.
I went to the fridge and took out five more beers. I was going to drink until all of tha
t shit was out of my mind.
The alarm went off promptly at eight am. “Ughh,” I groaned as I reached to turn it off. I had rugby practice at nine, but there was no way that I could get up after drinking all night. I rolled over and went back to sleep. Nothing was getting my tired ass out of bed today. I was going to hide from the world. I wanted nothing to do with anyone, not even Eliza. For the time being, I wanted to just be alone until I could sort out what had taken place the night before.
12
Eliza
I normally wasn't up at the break of dawn on a Saturday morning, but today was different. There was an excitement in me that I couldn't quell. The night before with Drew had left me breathless, and I had replayed every moment of it over and over in my head until sleep took over and I drifted off. I was in Heaven thinking about our bodies molding perfectly together as we embraced. The smell of his cologne and the taste of his soft lips were still on mine as I lay in bed and smiled at the mere thought of it all. I took a long, deep sigh and let it out.
“Prince Andrew, I think I'm in love with you,” I said, as if he was there to hear it.
I giggled at the thought of actually saying to him. It was something I didn't know I could ever do without him having said it first, and there was no way I was going to tread into such dangerous territory so quickly with him. No, I wasn’t going to scare him off.
I could feel my heart beating faster as I pictured the two of us making love for the first time. Where would it be? How would it happen? I supposed it would be great since he was such a fantastic kisser and how he possessed the ability to make my body seem to scream out for his. I didn't know when or where, but I knew that it would be the most wonderful night of my entire life, and I was looking forward to it. Drew was old-fashioned in the sense that he wanted to wait. I couldn't believe it at first when he backed away from me after hearing that I was a virgin, but I was elated that he respected me enough to not take advantage of me at a delicate moment. It made me fall even more in love with him.
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