Chapter 3
Chapter Three
Ayda
One thing about living in The Hut, you learned not to be bashful.
Not because I paraded around naked. I was very careful not to flash any thigh when I made a mad dash to grab clothes from the room if someone happened to be in there talking to Drew.
I just saw more than I ever thought I would in my lifetime, and I’d come to accept that shit happens and worrying about it would only cause more problems than it would solve.
So the fact that my clothes were already hitting the floor before we so much as made it through the office door was neither here nor there.
Drew Tucker had some mystical force over me, one I was powerless against. There was sex, and then there was sex with Drew.
The door had barely slipped into its frame when I was in his arms, my thighs around his waist, being pushed against a wall.
It was my legs and back keeping me upright as his hands pushed my breasts together, and he wrapped his lips around the closest one to him.
His tongue flicked at the nipple as he roughly pulled the material of my bra out of his way.
We’d only made it so far, and I thanked God he kept the blinds to his office closed these days.
I was pretty sure we weren’t going to make it much farther.
His hunger and the complete urgency as my abdomen tightened in anticipation was always like standing at the edge of a diving board, daring yourself to take the leap.
You knew you would enjoy it. You knew you would be gratified and satisfied, but you also just wanted to stand there and take it all in.
This was my standing—feeling the roughness of his stubble against my skin, the flex of his muscles under my hands, and the way everything disappeared as we worked in unison to find that rapture that the basic, physical task of coming together gave us.
My shoulders pushed against the wall as his teeth grazed the raised, sensitive flesh.
The electrical current had a direct line to my clit, which forced my hips to rock against his, the denim rough against my bare thighs.
I was starting to understand his appreciation when I wore dresses or skirts.
Granted, it was only on special occasions, but his look when I dressed that morning baffled me right up to the point when I was pressed up against the wall, and again when his hand found its way between us, making quick work of the thin underwear I’d been wearing.
I tried to raise my head to gaze at the small piece of material that probably looked pathetic and completely useless in his hands now that it had been destroyed.
His mouth moved away, the dampness left by his tongue hit by the cool air, making the tightness of my skin almost painful and forcing my hands into his hair.
My nails grazed his scalp in an attempt to bring him close again, to keep the sensation going and drag it out for as long as I could, but he was having none of it.
Instead, his lips came together and blew a cool stream of air against my nipple, teasing a moan from me as I released his dark hair and slapped his shoulder playfully.
Even in sex he had to have complete control.
It had to be in his power to bring me to the edge, and either push me over or pull me away again.
This time he wasn’t ready to let me get even close to the edge, and the small smile on his lips as his arms moved around to my back to support my ass told me we were actually going to make it to the bedroom for once.
We moved quickly, him carrying me while I began to undress him, starting with his most prized possession, which I dropped safely onto the chair in the corner of the room as we passed it.
With the cut gone, there was no need for me to be quite so calculated in my movements.
My hands pushed under the white of his T-shirt to unbuckle his belt, which turned out to be a little premature as his jeans fell down around his ankles.
When he tried to take another step forward, they hindered his movement, tripping him up.
Thankfully, the bed wasn’t that far away.
I found myself unceremoniously dumped on top of the mattress, his hands landing on either side of me, keeping as much of his weight from my body as he could manage while the two of us blew out a shaky laugh.
I wasted no time in finishing my job. My hands slid up the warm expanse of his back, coasting over the flexing muscles as I pushed the material up and over his head, forcing him to rock onto his knees and pull the damn thing all the way off before dropping it off the side of the bed.
He hovered over me, naked. There was no sight I enjoyed as much as looking at him this stripped down, his dick standing proud, showing me just how aroused he was.
He almost seemed as mesmerized by my body as I was with his.
The backs of his hands moved down and over my hips with such precision, I held my breath as his touch fell to my thighs, his hands stopping only when he reached my knees.
Drew paused briefly, long enough for his eyes to meet mine as his hands moved to the insides of my knees and slowly pushed my legs apart.
All the humor that had been there only seconds before was sucked right out of me as he dragged his fingers back up the inside of my thighs and over my folds in a feather-light touch.
I’m not sure at what point I started breathing again—whether it was the slide of his fingers grazing my clit or the way he pushed two of them inside of me.
I inhaled as my hips rose, rolling and accepting him deeper while my head dropped back into the mattress beneath me.
As much as I wanted to look at him, I knew I couldn’t.
I could feel his eyes on me, reading every breath and flutter of my eyelashes, each rise and fall of my chest as I dragged in air.
More than anything, I knew the moment he made eye contact his focus would drop to where his fingers were thrusting in and out of me, drawing my eyes to the same thing until wild horses couldn’t hold back my orgasm.
This time I was holding out. My eyes were scrunched closed tightly as I let myself get lost in his touch.
I felt the stretch and curl of my toes as they gripped the sheets, and I knew the moment he felt the challenge.
His fingers twisted inside of me, skilfully finding that spot he’d claimed as his own every time we’d been together.
Drew never said much during sex. Even though I could almost always feel the certainty of his emotions through his actions, he preferred to let his fingers, his tongue or his cock do the talking for him.
There were quiet moments of appreciation, though.
I never missed the way he inhaled sharply when his fingers parted me, and I never missed the flex of his chest when he hovered above me or the way his eyes closed whenever we made love—and make no mistake, whether or not he liked to call it fucking, Drew Tucker and I made love.
Whenever he did choose to say a few quiet words to me, I held them in my chest and soaked them up as though they alone had the power to make me climax.
Before dropping his tongue against my clit, his fingers pulled out, working inside my creases before he dropped an almost inaudible whisper against the extremely sensitive parts of my skin.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
He didn’t give me a chance to respond. When I finally let my eyes flutter open and lifted my head to look at him, his head dropped and his lips parted just enough to suck against my clit as he pushed three fingers inside of me, causing my back to arch violently as my hands pushed into his hair and a cry fell from my lips.
He wasn’t going to let my defiance go. His free hand moved under my thigh and weaved over my hip, his palm flat against my stomach, holding me in place as my legs trembled around him.
It was going to be my first orgasm of the night, but it sure as hell wouldn’t be my last.
I was limited in my movements when I was faced with his strength, and it only served to create more tension in my body until I was forced to hold my breath in an attempt to control the impending storm.
I had no power around this incredible man.
With a twist of my body, my climax rocked and wound my spine, my nails scratching at his scalp as my legs turned to jelly, my body clenching around his slowing digits.
Drew flattened his tongue against me one last time, the wet heat making me squirm in his unrelenting grip.
My feet rose from the sheets and landed on his calves, his head finally lifting as my toes curled against him.
There’s something to be said for the hunger in a man’s eyes when his predatory side comes to the forefront, and as our eyes met, I knew without a doubt that he was going to take what he wanted, and I was going to enjoy every last second of it.
It didn’t mean I was going to make it easy for him.
Sliding my feet back onto the bed, I pushed up, defying the bar of his arm over my stomach. Digging my elbows in, I squirmed out from under him with a small laugh, telling him the game was afoot, even though I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it very far when my legs felt absolutely boneless.
It was times like this that made me certain he loved me, because the Drew Tucker I met at Rusty’s all those weeks ago—he wouldn’t have given into anything or anyone.
He would have been the man to pin me down, bruise my arms, make my thighs his toys and show me who was boss.
But this man in front of me was different.
Despite the darkness that lingered there, there was a lightness, too.
He wanted to let me win, or at the very least let me think I had the victory.
Falling back, he raised both hands in the air in surrender.