Chapter 59 We Are All Champions #2
I’ve startled Drew. He drops his phone in his lap, and his eyes are popping out of his head looking at me.
“Annie, how did you get here?” He looks behind me like he expects to see Craig.
“I ran into Craig, and he gave me this,” I held up the room key, “and I gave him my free bed with Meg.” “Annie, are you trying to seduce me again?” he says, smiling up at me from his place on the bed.
I reach into my back pocket, pull out the condoms, and throw them at him.
He catches them in one hand and looks from them to me.
“Yes, Drew Davis. I’m here to finish what we started.
” I walk over to the edge of the bed and slowly slip the buttons of the jersey I’m wearing free.
I look at him as I do; his pupils are so large, and the dark blue of his eyes are a small ring.
He isn’t looking at my face, though. His eyes are on my hands that are undoing my jersey.
If he wasn’t breathing so heavily, I’d think he was frozen until I undo the last button.
The jersey is fully open, revealing the red corset.
I know he’s seen me in it before, but he groans.
Before I can react, his hands are on either side of my ribs, pulling me against him.
Standing like this, his head is against my stomach, and I can feel his breath against the sheer fabric of the corset.
I’m looking down at him as I feel him kiss my stomach through the material.
He looks up at me. “Angel, you are going to kill me—you’re fucking gorgeous. ”
I can’t help the little rush of satisfaction that flows through me at his words.
It feels good to know that he looks at me like this.
I step back, and his hands tighten on my ribs.
“Let go, Drew,” I say quietly into the room.
I slip off the jersey and lay it on the other bed before removing my jean shorts and shoes.
I’m only covered by my little red thong and corset set now.
“Fuck, Annie” escapes from Drew’s lips. I step forward and slowly straddle his lap on the bed.
Drew hasn’t moved: he’s looking up and down my body.
“You can touch me now,” I say before kissing him.
He does. His hands start on my hips, traveling up my ribs to flick over each of my nipples, all while his mouth moves from my lips across my jaw and down my neck.
“Drew, please don’t make me wait,” I say.
We’ve been interrupted too many times now that I feel like we need to get to the end quickly, or we may never actually make it.
I refuse to get interrupted again. I grab at his shirt, and he helps me yank it up and over his head.
I throw it on the other bed with my discarded clothes.
I want his pants off. I want him naked. As if he’s able to read my thoughts, he flips us, and now I’m under him.
He pulls back long enough to slip his hand to the edge of his joggers, sliding them and his boxers off, becoming fully naked in front of me.
OMG, he is so ripped and cut in all the right places.
I could look at Drew naked all night, but I want more, I need more from him.
“As absolutely sexy as that outfit is, I think I want it off,” he says.
I swallow as he runs his hands up my legs, looping his fingers into the straps of the thong.
He pulls it down my legs and throws it on the pile of discarded clothes.
“I’ll have to sit up to remove this,” I say, pointing at the corset.
He settles back between my legs, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Wedging his dick against my clit, I experience a weird sense of déjà vu, like we have been here before.
“I’m good with the corset staying if you are: I like this position, personally,” Drew says against the skin at my throat before he dips his lips against my skin.
“Mmmm” is the only sound I make as my thoughts are distracted by him moving his hands up and over my breasts, then down over my nipples before I feel his body move back.
His dick isn’t pinned against me anymore, but he replaces the space with his fingers.
He runs his fingers from my clit down to my core and back a few times, each time I mentally send him signals to dip his fingers inside me.
He has different plans and merely runs his fingers back to my clit to rub a circle before returning down.
“Drew, please,” I moan after the last pass of his fingers.
Drew goes back and circles my clit before answering my plea by dipping his fingers into me.
It feels so good that I arch into his efforts and wrap my hands around his arm.
My body is on fire; it’s pulsing, and all my muscles are tense.
It all feels so good and yet still not enough, then I feel his breath a moment before his mouth wraps around my nipple and sucks on it.
“DREEEWW” escapes my mouth. It wasn’t loud, but it wasn’t exactly quiet either.
I know my orgasm is coming, and I know if I don’t do something with my mouth, I’m going to moan or scream.
I grab the pillow next to me and bite on the edge.
With the next pulse of pleasure that courses through my body, I see actual stars as I close my eyes.
***
I’m only brought back to earth when Drew moves the pillow from between us and kisses me.
“I really could watch you orgasm every day,” he tells me as he reaches his hand for something on the other side of us on the bed.
It takes my brain longer than it should to realize he has the condom in his hand and is tearing the edge of one of the packages.
He removes his body from mine, sitting on his feet, and I watch him roll the condom down his dick.
He returns to cover my body with his now condom-covered dick wedged against my clit again.
“Annie, this could be a little uncomfortable for y—” I place my finger against his swollen lips, because I already know what he is going to say.
I know that this could hurt, I’m a virgin, but I have a best friend who isn’t shy about sharing details or answering questions, so I know what to expect.
I move my hips a little, causing his dick to slide down, and it now rests right where I want him.
I say, “Make love to me, Dimples.” He smiles against my finger, and I feel the head of his dick enter my body.
He’s big, but it feels good. He pulls back, and I moan with the loss of him.
He pushes back in, going deeper, and I wrap my legs tighter around his hips, urging him to continue.
We go back and forth like this for who knows how long, with him pushing a little in and a little out.
The pressure is building inside me, and I know that he has more to give and he is taking it slow.
Yes, I am glad he is easing me into this but also, I want all of him now.
So, I start arching into his forward thrust, and he begins to lose control.
I feel the moment of discomfort come and go just as quickly.
Drew pulls back out and, on the next thrust in, pushes completely inside me: our bodies are as close as two people can be.
“You ok?” he breathes against my face. I roll my hips, feeling him everywhere.
I like it, feeling more pleasure than discomfort.
“I’m ok—don’t stop now, Drew,” I demand.
I can feel his smile against my cheek before he dips his lips to mine.
He is kissing me, building a tempo of thrusting and retreating.
The pleasure is building inside me again, but this time it feels bigger and hotter.
I feel my whole body tense around him. I don’t just see stars; I implode into ecstasy.
Drew’s thrusts are becoming erratic and harder.
His face is all tense and hard planes as I watch him move over me and into me.
I watch his face as he cums with my name on his lips before pinning me to the mattress with his full body weight.
He makes a little turn to get us both on our side, wrapping his arms around me before kissing my temple.
“Angel, that was amazing.” I can’t help thinking ditto, my body all tingles.
I can feel him slide from my body, and I panic, grabbing at him.
I don’t want him to go. “Angel, let me get the condom off, I’ll be right back.
” Drew leaves the bed, making a quick dash to the bathroom.
I can hear the sink turn on and off before he returns, holding a washcloth.
He hands it to me, saying, “If you want to clean up, I thought this would help.”
I thank him for the warm towel, and I clean up the evidence that we had sex from my body.
I make to get up, but Drew reaches out his hand, takes the cloth, and goes back to the bathroom.
He returns quickly, rejoining me on the bed and pulling my back against the front of his body.
I shiver, and he turns and pulls the covers over us.
“You ok?” he whispers next to my ear. “I’m perfect,” I tell him, because I am.
I am absolutely perfect snuggled next to the person that I love on the best night of my life.
How could life ever get any better, I think as the warmth from his body against mine drags me into sleep.