Chapter 36 #2
“So much athletic sex,” I confirm, grinning when he wrinkles his nose. “But I promise I’ll be better about balancing things. Breakfast tomorrow?”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Drew’s door is cracked open, and I find him exactly where I hoped—on his bed, scrolling through his phone in his boxers. The afternoon light streaming through his window turns his skin golden, highlighting every muscle and curve that I’ve memorized with my hands and mouth.
“There you are,” he says, tossing his phone aside. “Was starting to think you’d finally come to your senses and escaped.”
“Never.” I’m already pulling off my hoodie, my shirt, and fumbling with my belt. “I had to see Ryan. Apologize for being a terrible friend.”
“And?” Drew sits up, watching me strip with obvious interest.
“And he’s fine. More than fine. I also told him everything about the fake dating.” My jeans hit the floor, and I step out of them, leaving me in my boxers. “Oh, and he’s been using his newfound solitude to jerk off to thoughts of Oliver in a thong.”
Drew laughs. “Can’t blame him. Oliver worked that thong like he was auditioning for Magic Mike.”
“Don’t remind me.” I crawl onto the bed, straddling his thighs. “I only had eyes for you that night.”
“Sap,” he accuses, but his hands are already on my hips, thumbs stroking the sensitive skin.
I lean down to kiss him, slow and deep. When I pull back, his pupils are blown wide. “So. About that thing you mentioned a couple of weeks ago.”
His breath hitches. “Yeah?”
“Still want me to fuck you?”
“God, yes.” He’s already shifting, turning over onto his hands and knees, and pulling off his underwear. “Been thinking about it nonstop. Want to feel you inside me, Jacky. Want you to show me what you’ve learned.”
My cock throbs at the sight of him—Drew Larney on all fours, that perfect big ass in the air, waiting for me. I’ve dreamed about this, jerked off to the fantasy more times than I can count, but the reality is so much better.
“Lube?” I manage to ask, my hands already reaching for him.
“Nightstand. And I already…” He trails off, blushing. “I prepped. In the shower. While you were gone.”
The image of Drew fingering himself open in the shower, thinking about me fucking him, nearly makes me come right then. I scramble for the nightstand, grabbing the lube with shaking hands.
“Fuck, Drew.” I settle behind him, running my hands over his ass. The muscle is firm under my palms, and when I spread him open, he’s already pink and wet. “You’re perfect. So fucking perfect.”
He pushes back against my hands, shameless and eager. “Come on, Jacky. Show me what those big quarterback hands can do.”
I slick up my fingers and press one inside, groaning at how easily he takes it. He’s tight but relaxed, and when I add a second finger, he moans into the pillow.
“More,” he demands. “I can take it.”
I work him open carefully, remembering everything he’s taught me. The angle that makes him gasp, the rhythm that has him pushing back for more. By the time I’ve got three fingers inside him, he’s a babbling mess, and his cock is dripping onto the sheets.
“Please,” he begs, and hearing Drew Larney beg is better than any drug. “Jackson, please. I need your cock.”
I pull my fingers out, put on a condom, and slick myself up, trying to remember how to breathe. This is happening. I’m about to fuck Drew Larney.
“Ready?” I ask, lining myself up.
“Born ready,” he says, and despite everything, I laugh.
“Such a dork.” I push forward slowly, watching the head of my cock disappear inside him. The tight heat is overwhelming, and I have to stop, gripping his hips hard enough to bruise.
“Fuck,” Drew gasps. “You’re bigger than I thought. Give me a second.”
I lean over him, pressing kisses to his spine. “Take all the time you need. We’ve got nowhere to be.”
Slowly, I work myself inside. Drew’s making these little noises of pain and pleasure, and each one goes straight to my cock. When I’m all the way in, we’re both panting.
“Okay?” I ask, running soothing hands down his sides.
“More than okay.” He clenches around me experimentally, and I see stars. “You can move.”
I start with small thrusts, getting used to the sensations. Drew’s hot inside, tight, and sparks shoot up my spine. But it’s the sounds he makes that really get to me—these deep, guttural groans that tell me how much he’s loving it.
“Harder,” he demands, pushing back to meet my thrusts. “Come on, Jacky. I know you’ve got more in you than that.”
Something snaps inside me. All the careful control I’ve been maintaining vanishes, replaced by pure want. I grip his hips, fucking into him with all the strength I have in my quarterback body.
“Yes!” Drew shouts, his hands fisting in the sheets. “Just like that. Fuck me like you mean it.”
I do. I fuck him the way I’ve wanted to since the first time I saw him.
Our bodies collide with wet, rhythmic smacks that echo off the walls, my grunts deepening each time Drew’s ass meets my hips, his breathless “uh-uh-uh, ah-ah-ah” that seems to be his signature noise, rising in pitch with every thrust.
Drew’s whole body shudders. “Don’t stop, don’t fucking stop.”
I don’t. I couldn’t if I wanted to. I’m lost in it now. My hips piston forward repeatedly, driving deeper and harder, chasing his pleasure as much as my own.
“Touch yourself,” I manage to gasp out.
Drew doesn’t need to be told twice. One hand disappears beneath him, and the change in his breathing tells me exactly what he’s doing. The sight of him stroking himself while I fuck him is almost too much.
“Fuck, Jackson,” Drew gasps, his voice wrecked. “You’re—Jesus Christ—you’re so strong.”
I am strong. All those years of football training, of building muscle for protection and power, and now, I’m using it to take Drew apart. My thighs burn with the effort, but I don’t slow down.
“Your cock,” Drew gasps, his words slurring together. “So big, so fucking hard. You’re making my eyes cross, Jacky. Can’t—can’t think straight.”
Pride swells in my chest alongside the building pleasure. I’ve reduced Drew Larney to incoherent rambling. Me.The guy who didn’t know what he was doing a month ago. Now I’m fucking him so good he can’t form complete sentences.
I lean forward, changing the angle and pinning him into the bed, and Drew shrieks. Actually shrieks. I have to grit my teeth to keep from coming right then.
“There,” he pants. “Right fucking there.”
Every nerve in my body is focused on this moment, on the slide of my cock in and out of his perfect ass, on the way his body shakes with each thrust. Sweat drips down my chest, pooling at the base of his spine. The room smells like sex and us, and it’s intoxicating.
Drew’s hand speeds up on his cock, and I can tell he’s close. His breathing has gone ragged, punctuated by these high, desperate whines that have my balls drawing up tight. I watch, mesmerized, as his back bows, muscles rippling under sweat-slicked skin.
“Jackson,” he moans, and it’s a warning and a plea all at once as he switches to jerking off with both hands.
That’s when I see it—his feet lifting off the bed, toes curling tight, until the only parts of him that are on the bed are his face and knees. The sight is weirdly erotic, this involuntary response to pleasure, and I file it away in my growing catalog of Things That Turn Me On About Drew Larney.
His back arches impossibly further, and then he comes with a yell.
I hear the splat of his cum hitting the sheets, a thick and heavy rapid-fire of pat-pat-pat. The sound alone nearly finishes me, but it’s the way his hole clenches around my cock that pushes me over.
“Drew,” I gasp, my hips stuttering. “I’m coming!”
“Yes,” he hisses, still shaking through his orgasm. “Come in me, Jacky. Fill me up.”
The condom is the only thing between us, but the thought of coming inside him sends me spiraling. I thrust deep one last time and hold there, my cock pulsing as I empty myself. Wave after wave crashes over me, and I’m dimly aware that I have Drew’s name on repeat.
When I finally finish, Drew has collapsed onto his stomach, and I’m draped over his back.
“Holy fuck,” Drew mumbles into the pillow. “I think you broke me.”
I carefully pull out, and he hisses at the sensation. I press an apologetic kiss to his shoulder. “You okay?”
“More than okay.” He turns his head, and his expression is soft and vulnerable. “Jackson Monroe, where the hell did you learn to fuck like that?”
Heat floods my face, but I can’t help the proud grin that spreads across it. “Had a good teacher.”
“Bullshit.” He rolls onto his back, wincing slightly. “That was all you. The power, the control…” He shakes his head, dazed. “You made me see rainbows. Literally. I think I even blacked out for a second when I came.”
I dispose of the condom and grab the towel from earlier, gently cleaning us both up before turning to the mess on the sheets. Drew watches me with a strange expression, as though he’s seeing me for the first time.
“What?” I ask, suddenly self-conscious.
“Nothing.” But he’s smiling now. “I was thinking about how you’ve been holding out on me. If I’d known you could fuck like a beast…”
“You’ll let me do it again?” The question comes out eagerly.
Drew laughs, pulling me down for a kiss. “Hope you weren’t planning on going to class tomorrow.”
“Classes are overrated,” I murmur against his lips.
We kiss lazily, coming down from the high. My body is loose and satisfied in a way it never has been before. Not just from the sex, though that was incredible, but from the knowledge that I did that. I made Drew Larney fall apart.
“We should shower,” Drew says eventually, though he makes no move to get up.
“In a minute.” I curl around him, pressing my face into his neck. “I want to stay here for a bit.”
His arm comes around me, holding me close. “Yeah, okay. We can stay.”