Chapter 45
FORTY-FIVE
When Drew walked in the door after working late, he found me sitting on the couch, a pink poofy headband keeping my hair back and a pore strip on my nose. He stopped in his tracks, dropping his bag to the ground. The corners of his lips lifted slowly until he was full-on grinning at me.
“Never thought I’d find pore strips sexy.”
I laughed. “Oh, is this doing it for you?”
He walked toward me like a lion stalking its prey until he’d caged me between his arms, his hands holding firmly to the back of the couch on either side of my head. He nuzzled my neck and trailed kisses up to my ear. “You do it for me,” he whispered before sealing his mouth over mine.
“Pore strips aren’t sexy,” I mumbled when he moved down my neck. A moan followed my statement when he sucked on that spot where my neck and shoulder meet, and goose bumps spread down my arms.
He grabbed my hand and put it over his crotch where I could feel his stiff erection. “Does it feel like I’m turned off to you?”
I shook my head, but a giggle escaped.
“Then I guess when you’re wearing one, they can be sexy. Or maybe it’s just that I find you sexy no matter what you’re wearing…or not wearing.”
A laugh burst free. “You’re crazy.”
“Crazy for you, baby.”
I couldn’t stop laughing. This man was insane. No matter what he said, I couldn’t believe he actually thought I was sexy right now.
But then he started caressing my body and kissing my neck, and it no longer mattered whether he was insane or not because now I wanted nothing more than to strip him naked and fuck him until we both collapsed.
“Is Rory already asleep?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
His hazel eyes darkened, flecks of green swallowed by a stormy gold that always made my stomach flip. That look promised things—filthy, wonderful things—and I wanted every single one of them.
Without breaking eye contact, I slid off the couch, my knees hitting the plush rug with a soft thud.
The movement was deliberately slow, giving him time to see exactly what I intended.
His breath hitched, a sharp intake that seemed to echo in the sudden stillness of the room.
His hands, which had been braced on the couch behind me, dropped to his sides.
“You gonna wrap that perfect mouth around me, baby? Fuck, I love seeing you on your knees for me.”
His gaze seared into me, that molten focus making my skin prickle with anticipation, but he stayed perfectly still, letting me set the pace.
I pulled down his gym shorts but left on his boxer briefs.
I wanted to tease him the way he always managed to tease me.
When they dropped to his ankles he kicked them off, along with his shoes.
The bulge beneath his black boxer briefs was impressive and straining the fabric which was already damp at the tip.
I hooked my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and pushed them down over his hips in one smooth motion.
His cock sprang free, thick and hard, and the head was flushed a deep reddish pink.
A bead of pre-cum glistened at the slit.
My mouth watered.
I loved giving Drew head. He was so responsive and vocal about how good it felt that it always got me hot.
He wasn’t greedy about receiving; he didn’t expect it like some guys I’d been with in the past. It was a bonus for him, but his focus was always on my pleasure, which is why it was such a head rush when I sucked him off and watched him fall apart from my mouth.
Looking up at him through my lashes, I saw the cords in his neck stand out, his jaw clenched tight. His chest rose and fell rapidly. “Fuck, Harper,” he rasped, the words rough, strained. “You don’t have to—”
I silenced him by wrapping my hand around the base of his cock, feeling the hot, velvety steel of him pulse against my palm. Then I leaned forward and swiped my tongue flat and slow over that glistening bead. His taste exploded on my tongue—salty, musky, uniquely Drew.
He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through me. His hand came down to tangle in my hair, not forcing, just holding, anchoring himself as I opened my mouth wider and took the head inside.
I swirled my tongue around the sensitive ridge beneath the crown, savoring the way his hips jerked involuntarily. His fingers tightened in my hair. “Jesus Christ,” he hissed, looking down at me, his eyes blazing. “That mouth…fuck, baby, your mouth is heaven.”
I sank down farther, relaxing my throat so I could take more of him. His breath hitched, muscles going tight, when my cheeks hollowed and I eased back, slow enough to make him feel every inch. I plunged down again, setting a rhythm that was slow and deep as I savored every inch.
His groans became a continuous rumble in his chest, punctuated by sharp gasps when I did something he particularly liked—like flicking my tongue rapidly against that sensitive spot on the underside just below the head, or applying suction as I slid back up.
“Look at you,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. “Kneeling there like a fucking goddess, taking me so good. So fucking good.” His free hand found my cheek, thumb stroking the corner of my mouth where it stretched around him.
“Feel how hard you make me? What you do to me? It’s all for you, Harper. Only for you now.”
His words sent a fresh wave of wetness between my legs. I moaned around his cock, the vibration making him curse sharply and thrust shallowly into my mouth.
I loved this—the power, the taste, the sounds he made, the way his body trembled under my touch.
I picked up the pace, bobbing my head faster, sucking harder, using my hand to stroke what I couldn’t take. His breathing became ragged, his hips starting to pump in tiny, uncontrolled jerks. The hand in my hair tightened, guiding me, not forcing, but urging me deeper, faster. I knew he was close.
Before I could get him to the edge of no return, he yanked himself out of my mouth with a guttural groan.
The sudden loss left me gasping, my lips swollen and wet. I looked up at him, dazed and needy.
He was breathing like he’d run a marathon, chest heaving, sweat beading his brow.
His eyes were wild and pupils huge. “Not yet,” he panted, shaking his head.
He cupped my face, his thumb wiping saliva from my lower lip.
“Not tonight. I want to be inside you when I come. Buried so deep you feel it for days.” His gaze dropped to my mouth, then lower, to where my thighs were pressed together, aching.
“Need to feel you come around me first. Fuck, baby, I need to watch you fall apart.”
He grabbed a condom from the drawer of the side table and quickly rolled the latex down his thick length. When he was sheathed, he looked at me and then the couch. He sat down and gripped his cock, stroking it once.
“Come here, gorgeous. Come ride this cock that belongs to you.”
I stood up slowly, not because I was trying to be seductive, but because my knees felt a little weak. How did this man always reduce me to a puddle of arousal?
I was too needy to bother stripping out of my clothes, so I just pulled off my pajama shorts and underwear and then straddled his lap, grabbing his cock and placing it at my entrance. His hands immediately went to my hips, his fingers digging in possessively.
Slowly, I lowered myself onto him. The stretch was exquisite, a delicious burn as my body opened to take him in. He was big, filling me so completely it stole my breath. Even after all the sex we’d already had, it always took a minute for my body to adjust to him.
I sank down inch by torturous inch, feeling him stretch me and fill me, until I was fully seated and his hips were pressed flush against mine. A low, satisfied groan rumbled from his chest. My inner muscles clenched instinctively around the thick intrusion, drawing a sharp hiss from him.
“Fuck, you feel incredible,” he breathed, his hands sliding up my sides under my shirt to cup my breasts.
His thumbs brushed over my tight nipples and my breath stuttered.
“You’re always so tight and wet for me. Made for me.
” He whispered the last part like he didn’t intend for me to hear it, but I did and it only made me love him more.
I lifted myself up slowly, almost letting him slip out completely before sinking back down and taking him deep again.
The friction was intense and sparked pleasure low in my belly.
His hands tightened on my breasts, his thumbs circling my nipples harder and sending jolts of electricity straight to my clit.
I moaned, my head falling back as I found a rhythm that had me riding the edge of a dangerous pleasure that threatened to tear me apart.
“That’s it, baby,” he encouraged, his voice a rough caress.
“Ride me. Use my cock. Make yourself feel good.” His eyes were glued to where our bodies joined, watching himself disappear inside me again and again.
“Look at you taking me so well. Fuck, you’re beautiful.
So fucking sexy, even with that damn strip on your nose.
” He chuckled, the sound dark and possessive.
“Maybe especially with it. Knowing you’re mine like this… all messy and real.”
A laugh burst out of me followed by a moan from both of us when laughing caused my inner muscles to clench harder on him.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
His words—filthy and tender at the same time—fanned the flames inside me.
I moved faster, riding him harder. The slap of skin against skin filled the room, mingling with our ragged breaths and low moans.
Pleasure coiled deep in my core with every downward stroke and every grind of my clit against the base of his cock.
His hands left my breasts, one sliding down to grip my hip again, guiding my movements and urging me faster and harder, while the other slipped between our sweat-slicked bodies. His thumb found my clit, slick with my own arousal, and began circling it with firm, insistent pressure.
I cried out, the sensation almost too much. My rhythm faltered. “Drew!”
“That’s it. Right there, baby,” he murmured, his thumb working magic. “Let go and come for me. Squeeze my cock with that perfect little cunt.”
The combination of his words, his touch, the thick fullness inside me—it was too much.
Pleasure detonated through me, a white-hot explosion that started deep in my core and radiated outwards in blinding waves.
My body clamped down hard on his cock, milking him as I shuddered violently against him, a broken cry tearing from my throat. Stars burst behind my eyelids.
“Yes! Fuck, yes, Harper,” he ground out, his own hips bucking up off the couch, driving into me even deeper as I convulsed around him.
“That’s it. Milk me. Take it all.” He held me tight through the tremors, his thumb still working my oversensitive clit, prolonging the shattering waves until I was gasping and boneless, slumped against his chest.
But he wasn’t done.
The orgasm had barely begun to subside when he wrapped his arms around me and stood up effortlessly, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carried me the few steps to the wall beside the couch, pressing my back against the cool plaster.
He pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back into me with a force that drove the breath from my lungs and reignited sparks in my still-trembling body.
“My turn,” he growled against my ear, his breath hot.
He gripped my ass, his fingers digging in as he began to pound into me with deep and relentless strokes that hit a spot inside me that had me seeing stars all over again. The angle was so much more intense this way.
“You feel that?” he grunted, his hips pistoning.
“Feel how deep I am? How fucking hard you make me?” He captured my mouth in a searing kiss, swallowing my whimpers.
“Gonna make you feel me for days.” He broke the kiss, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes burning into mine.
“Tell me you want it. Tell me you want my come.”
“Yes!” I gasped, clawing at his shoulders, my body already coiling tight again under his relentless, perfect rhythm. “Please! I want it all.”
“Fuck!” His control shattered. With a roar, he drove into me one final, devastating time, burying himself to the hilt. I felt him pulse inside me, thick and hot, even through the condom. His whole body shuddered against mine, and his muscles locked tight as he emptied himself.
His groan was long and low, a sound of pure, primal release that vibrated through my own chest. “Someday, we’ll do that without a condom in the way.”
I shivered at the thought. We wouldn’t risk it now, but the idea of taking him bare thrilled me.
He held himself there, buried deep with his body trembling against mine and his breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck.
Slowly, the tension bled out of him. He softened inside of me, but didn’t pull out right away.
Instead, he just leaned his forehead against the wall beside my head, breathing hard.
I clung to him, my own legs shaky and my body still humming with the aftershocks of pleasure.
His arms tightened around me, holding me close like he couldn’t bear the thought of separating his body from mine.
After a long moment, he lifted his head.
His eyes were still dark but also filled with that tenderness that always made me melt.
A slow, utterly satisfied smile spread across his face as he reached up and gently peeled the pore strip off my nose.
“Told you,” he murmured, his voice rough but warm. “Sexy as fuck.”
“You’re a weirdo.”
He kissed my nose. “I’m your weirdo.”