“Then, to make matters worse, the sudden movement of being forced from the tree house jostled something within me, and I began to projectile vomit everywhere with Christopher following suit seconds later. It was nasty. She punished Christopher by grounding him for two weeks.”
I finish telling Drew the story on a laugh, but the inside of my chest aches at the reminiscent memory that hasn’t crossed my mind in a while. I look down at the drink in my hand as a numb sadness fills me.
God, I miss my best friend.
Drew must see the change in my mood because, the next thing I know, he’s standing in front of me with a grave look in his eyes, his glass raised. “Let’s drink to him. To Christopher.”
I clink my glass with his, blinking back tears at his toast. “To Christopher.”
We each lift the glass to our lips, and while he takes a leisurely sip, I knock the whole thing back in one gulp, hissing a little at the aftermath of the heat against my throat. His eyes stay locked on mine for a few more beats, and the numb pain that filled my chest a few seconds ago is replaced with a flutter of what feels like a thousand butterflies.
He takes the tumbler out of my hand and proceeds to pour me another Jim Beam.
“Are you trying to get me drunk?” I ask with a light tone to my voice.
He hands me the glass, and I accept it without any arguments.
“As a matter of fact, yes, I am,” he says with a sexy grin. “But you also look like you need another one.”
“That I do,” I reply before taking another sip of my freshly poured drink.
A few moments pass before he speaks again, “Do you mind if I take a quick shower? I always feel a little gross after a gig.”
“No, of course not. I’ll just have a browse of your man cave.” I point to the main living area with a flick of my wrist.
“Browse away.” He smiles. “I’ll be out in five.”
Once he’s disappeared down the hall, I unzip my heels and slip them off my feet in a haphazardly fashion. I walk barefoot with my glass of whiskey in hand and take in his apartment in more detail. On the back wall stands a black metal bookcase with various books and a few framed photographs with him, Rachel, and an older version of Rachel, who I assume is their mom.
My eyes move to the left, and I laugh a little when I take in the Captain America shrine with what looks to be a Captain America replica shield and a Captain America figurine.
“Hey, I guess you’re a pretty big Captain America fan?” I say with a raised voice so that he can hear me from the bathroom. I should have guessed really since he has the shield tattooed on his arm.
His reply comes booming down the hall, “He is, hands down, the best superhero ever!”
“Junior would highly disagree since he thinks Spider-Man is the best superhero!”
“He’s so wrong. Spider-Man can’t do shit but flit from one building to the next. Captain America is a kick-ass super soldier. He could kill Spider-Man with his little finger!”
“I don’t really care for either. I’m more of a Thor fan myself, but that’s because he’s hot as hell.”
I can hear Drew’s deep chuckle, followed by the distinct sound of the shower being turned on. I continue my tour of his apartment while sipping my drink, taking in various framed concert posters from Michael Jackson’s History World Tour to Elton John to Linkin Park. The framed artwork continues down the hall, and I find myself mesmerized when the likes of Stevie Wonder, Jimi Hendrix, and Eminem grace his walls with pride. I also don’t miss the Reckless Romance poster that’s in the midst of them all, and I don’t know if having it is a form of inflicted torture of the life he missed out on or if he’s genuinely proud of his former bandmates. Perhaps it’s a little bit of both.
I continue on until I reach what I assume is his bedroom. The door is wide open, so it’s not hard to miss the pristine guitar he has hanging on his wall. I know absolutely nothing about guitars; my knowledge begins and ends with acoustic and electric. However, for him to have this particular one on display tells me that it must be pretty special to him. It looks like a classic fifties-style guitar, and I only know this because my favorite film is Back to the Future, and it looks similar to the guitar that Marty McFly played at the high school dance. But what the hell do I know?
I enter his bedroom and inspect it closely, loving how passionate he is about music. He lives and breathes it, as if it’s a part of every atom of his being. I place my drink down on the chest of drawers before letting my fingers gently caress over the strings, listening to the way it gives out a light, stretched-out sound, almost like a music box slowing down.
The sound of a door opening brings me from my thoughts, and I suddenly spin around to see Drew exiting the bathroom while wrapping a towel around his torso. It was only for a split second, but I saw every naked inch of his body, and I’m unable to lift my jaw from off the floor. Immediately, wetness pools in my panties, and trying to take a steady breath becomes somewhat challenging when it feels like the room has sucked the oxygen right from my lungs.
Drew stills in his steps, and a look of unadulterated desire flits across his face, his nostrils flaring.
“I, um…I was…just, um…” The words are on the tip of my tongue, but with the sight of his sexy, ripped body on full display for me, I’ve lost my train of thought.
He takes a step forward, his eyes dancing shamelessly. “If you wanted to see me naked, you could have just asked.”
My heart rapidly slams against my chest as my eyes roam over his glistening masculine body.
“I was, um…checking out your…guitar,” I manage to spit out.
“My guitar, huh?” he asks with a humorous slant to his lips. “Did it meet your expectations?” His words would seem innocent enough if they weren’t dripping with pure filth.
I impulsively look down to his towel, knowing exactly what he has hidden behind it, before glancing back up at his torso until I finally stop on his face. “It definitely exceeded my expectations.”
His pupils dilate at my answer. He edges even closer until the warmth of his glorious body comes off in flames, and I can feel every inch of him scorching through my layer of clothing without him even touching me.
“Do you want me to teach you how to play with it?”
My lips amusingly twitch at his suggestive meaning, my body swirling with overbearing heat.
“It’s been a while, so I might need a little guidance,” I flirtatiously retort.
My hands instinctively move to his chest, and the barest of touches instigates a hiss to expel from his mouth. I love how my touch affects him like that. It sends a surge of lust to zip through my body, making me feel wanted and desired. My fingers spread over his pecs, caressing over the angel wings with a heart intermixed in the center.
“Well, I happen to be an expert, so you’re in perfectly good hands.”
He lifts a hand to my shoulder, and my eyes drift shut for a moment when the pad of his thumb strokes against my bare skin, leaving a trail of goose bumps along every inch of me. My hands drift down his sculptured chest and against his hard-as-rock abs until my fingers meet the edge of the soft white towel.
He glances down to my hands curled around his towel that’s wrapped securely just below his waist before resuming his forceful gaze on mine. “Are you going to let me?”
The walls of my pussy clench, and my breasts feel heavy at his question that refers to my earlier question of him feasting on me, and I recall his reply.
Only if you’ll let me.
I play dumb for a moment while my thumbs caress along his exposed area between his V-line that’s beautifully inked with a flock of eagles soaring at a horizontal angle. “Am I going to let you do what?”
He raises his left hand to my face until he’s cupping my chin with his thumb and index finger. An unsteady breath leaves my lips when he spreads the pad of his thumb over my lips. “I think you know the answer to that question, sugar.”
“I want to hear you say
it,” I demand with a sultry rasp against his thumb.
My fingers slowly begin to loosen Drew’s towel until my grip is the only thing holding it in place. His lustful eyes darken until his blues are almost black, making every hair on the back of my neck stand.
Holy shit.
“I want to feast on your pussy, to feel you dripping on my tongue, until you come in my mouth. I want to feel my cock inside your tight cunt and fuck you into oblivion. Then, once you’re completely spent, I want to fuck you some more. So, are you going to let me? If not, tell me now, so I can head back to the bathroom and take care of my painfully rock-hard dick.”
A moan hitches from my throat at the impact of his beautifully erotic words.
I want him. So much.
Wordlessly, I answer him by dropping the towel from my grasp, letting it pool around his feet.
“Good answer,” he says. He lifts me into his strong arms, and his lips lock onto mine.
My legs wrap around his waist, and I allow his tongue and the perfection of his lips to completely consume me, overwhelming me with whiskey kisses.
At the feel of his erection pressed up against me, I moan into his mouth at the sheer pulsating intensity it creates between my thighs. The knowledge that he’s completely naked drives me utterly insane. It’s so fucking sexy that I almost feel incapable of taking my next breath.
I whimper against his mouth a second time as he lays me down on his bed with a forceful urgency. At the abrupt reposition, the feel of his hips thrusting against mine triggers an eruption of hot tingles to shoot up my spine.
Drew’s breath is heavy, and when I slide my hands into his wet hair and tug a fistful of strands, the low groan I hear spurs me on.
I need more.
So much more.
It’s been a long time since I’ve been intimate, but my inexperience doesn’t even factor in as the hormones that fire through my body like exploding missiles carry me forward. I just go with what feels right, and this feels right.
So incredibly right.
His tongue continues to dance against mine with a mixture of agonizingly slow-to high-tempo strokes, as if he’s fusing himself to me, claiming me. An inferno spreads through me when his mouth drifts down to my neck while one of his hands greedily traces down my side and then over to the swell of my breast. The simple touch against my already sensitized breast has me arching my back in pure ecstasy, and within seconds, my hands are all over the place—scratching, pulling, mauling at him—like I’m a starved woman who hasn’t eaten a decent meal in months.
It already feels like I’m having the best sex of my life, and we’ve barely even started with foreplay.
Holy hell.
“Drew,” I whisper breathlessly as his tongue flicks against the sensitive spot on my neck I long ago forgot existed.
I rock against him, clutching desperately to the highly intense, brightly lit sensations soaring through me. A rough grunt vibrates against my skin before his sinfully good lips pull away. His hazy eyes burn into mine as he sits up on his haunches.
Before I can blink, he whips the shirt over my head and hisses, “Fuck,” under his breath as he takes in my transparent black lacy bra.
The ravenous look alone has me inwardly thanking Kaelyn for making the quick stop to Victoria’s Secret before she set off to Austin this morning.
Similar to earlier in the club, he starts from my neck and drags the palm of his hand down the center of my chest until he can feel the pitter-patter of my racing heart, his fingers resting comfortably between the globes of my breasts.
“How fond are you of this bra?” he asks with a sexy undertone to his voice, raspy and warm.
Holy shit. How do you answer a question like that?
I heavily gulp as his thumb drifts over my nipple, rubbing it in a circular motion through the lace, a move that has me blissfully curling my toes against the comforter.
“It’s, um…it’s…” I’m having a hard time finding my tongue, and my speech becomes a little impaired since all I can focus on is the sensual feel of his thumb tracing over my budding nipple.
Then, I’m rendered speechless when I make the mistake of glancing down, and instantly, my insides throb as I take in the sight of his mammoth hard cock, circumcised and glistening with pre-cum. I’ve never seen a circumcised penis firsthand before, and my immediate thoughts include me taking my tongue and running it along the hard flesh before circling my way around the defined head and taking him completely in my mouth. It’s beautiful and sexy, and I find myself transfixed by him.
Forcing my focus on Drew, my eyes flicker up, and I don’t miss his wicked smile after catching me ogling over his dick.
I gasp at the sudden feel of the bra becoming detached from my breasts in one single move, and they tingle as the cool air hits them, my nipples painfully narrowing at the impact. I don’t have time to argue that he just ruined my only sexy bra that I’ve worn for a matter of hours because he zones in on my right breast, and all my thoughts dissipate into a realm of nothingness. He sucks my rigid nipple into his mouth while palming my other breast in his hand. All I’m capable of doing is throwing my head back on an exhaled moan, allowing the fierce sensitivity to claim my body as it shoots what feels like a thousand tiny sparks directly to my throbbing clit.
His fixed gaze never once falters from mine, his eager eyes watching my writhing body on the verge of losing control with the intoxicating skill his mouth is inflicting on my breast. He pulls back, and with hungry eyes, he traces the tattoo I have under my breast with the pad of his thumb.
It’s a simple design of a heart with the word believe elegantly trailed across it. It was something I foolishly had tattooed when I was younger. I don’t even have a reason behind having it done, other than it looked pretty.
At the sight of the tattoo, Drew flares his nostrils, and I love the intensity of his stare.
“Fuck, Jo. You didn’t tell me you had a tattoo. You got any more hidden?” he asks with an arch of his brow.
I give a gentle nod before shifting on my front and pulling my hair away from the back of my neck. Just below my hairline is a quarter moon with delicate stars scattered along my back until they fade just before my shoulder blade. It’s based on the relationship with my boy and our thing—I love you to the moon and back. I love you to the universe and beyond.
Drew’s fingers trail over the design, and my eyes flutter closed at the sensual sensation that floats through me at his mere touch.
“Just when I thought you couldn’t get any sexier,” he says, his voice rough.
I yelp as he flips me onto my back, straddling my hips.
“So fucking hot, sugar,” he breathes.
Palming my breast in his hand, he pinches my nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing my back to arch in pleasure.
After one final tweak, he shimmies down my body, pressing worshipping kisses along my stomach, nibbling against my blistering skin, until he positions himself just over my legs. My hips involuntary lift as he presses his hand against my denim-clad pussy.
The deep pressure of his palm against my swollen clit has me calling out his name in a frustrated plea, “Drew…”
“What, baby? What is it?” he asks as he slowly begins to undo the top button of my jeans.
He peels them off until I’m only in my panties. I’m still unable to utter anything other than Drew’s name, which comes out like a dirty, sinful word.
“Fuck, you’re soaked,” he grits out with bared teeth as he presses a single finger against the evident wet patch I can feel against the inside of my lacy panties.
I’ve been so worked up with arousal since the moment I set eyes on him earlier tonight that I’m surprised to find they haven’t melted with the sizzling heat I’ve felt in between my thighs.
“I need to fucking taste you.”
A shudder runs through me as the words escape that filthy mouth of his, a mouth I’m desperate to feel on me. At the very thought, a heavy pressu
re sets in the center of my pussy, and I rub my thighs together to help relieve the pressure, but it only makes it more unbearable.
“Drew, please…” I pant, as if I’ve run a full marathon. Unconsciously, I trail my hands over my chest, over the valley of my breasts, gently squeezing the heavy weight of them.
Drew’s eyes peek with a burning awareness as he takes in the sight of me pleasuring myself.
“Hottest damn thing ever,” he gruffly mutters under his breath.
He makes quick work of my panties by simply ripping them from me until I’m lying there, naked and ready for him. Hell, I’ve been ready for him since the moment my eyes had the privilege of setting their sights on him, the Adonis that he is.
He roughly drags his callous hands along the tops of my thighs before pushing them wide open. His heady stare can be felt through every atom of my body before his gaze darkens with unmistakable arousal as he takes in my pussy. He spreads his fingers along my inner thighs until his thumbs caress over my pubic bone, a mere centimeter from my pussy. He seems utterly mesmerized by it.
He lowers his head until his mouth is barely inches away from me. He looks up to me. “Fuck, sugar. Fucking perfection.” When he speaks, the warm air blows directly over my vagina, initiating yet another bout of shivers to soar through my body.
“Am I really the first person to do this since…”
The silent reminder of Christopher knocks me off-kilter for a moment, but when Drew blows along my bare flesh, spreading the folds of my pussy, Christopher fades into the very back of my mind. He’s still there, in my heart, but right now, it’s just Drew and me.
“Yes,” I say barely above a whisper.
My heart thuds in my chest when his lustful stare turns serious, almost primitive, before a caveman roar rips from his chest. He goes in for the kill and zones in for my clit. Wrapping his lips around the bud, he sucks it hard. My head shoots off the mattress at the impact while my fingers that have instinctively found their way into his hair pull against his scalp. His eyes are filled with pure fire and desire, never once straying from mine, while his skillful mouth completely owns my pussy, alternating between sucking and lapping his tongue against my throbbing soaked flesh.
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