Chapter 8 #2
“Yeah, this isn’t a good idea.” I whisper to her, reaching up and brushing the lock of hair back behind her ear.
“Is it that bad?”
“It’s not great.” Leaning into her and lightly pressing a kiss to her lips. “Why don’t you go take a shower and I’ll take you home?”
“I have a vague memory of taking one last night.” She giggles.
“You did.”
“So why take another one?”
“I know you’re smart enough to figure it out. I need a minute to get my head on straight.”
“Nah…” she giggles, looking at me again. “How about you take one with me?”
My rational brain tells me that’s a terrible idea. I won’t be able to keep my hands off her, but we’re already entering the bathroom when I realize my cock decided.
“Jesus…” Drew trails as she looks at herself in the mirror, reaching up and touching the bruising on the left side of her face from where I can only assume she jumped from the moving car. “It looks awful.” Her voice quiets as she looks over at me.
“Nah, it’s badass.”
“What?” she laughs, looking back at herself in the mirror. “I look like I got the shit beat out of me.”
“No.” Moving over to where she stands, looking over her shoulder at her in the mirror. “It looks like you put up a helluva fight. And if you had seen him, you wouldn’t question that you did.”
She tries to fight the small smirk on her face.
“I hate to tell you, but you’re fucking scary, Sketch.”
“Are you scared of me?”
“Terrified.”
The smirk grows across her face now as I turn, stepping back over to the shower and turning on the water, trying to talk my dick down already from imagining the water dripping off her body.
“I am going to need you to cover some of that up if you see your brother.”
“Why?”
“Cause he may have helped me out last night.”
A quiet gasp comes out before she whispers. “Ow.”
Looking over at her, my mouth falls open. If I questioned my decision in the last few hours about what I did after she fell asleep, seeing her like this in front of me would erase any doubt. Bruises trail down her body, covering more of her than I realized.
“It’s worse.” She whispers, looking back up at me, and I can see the sadness spreading across her face, water lining her eyes.
Moving out of the shower, I leave a trail of water as I move over to her. Wrapping my arms and pulling her close. Her naked body pressed against mine.
“What am I gonna do when I run into him again?” Pulling her head away and looking up at me.
“You’re not gonna run into him.”
“I mean, he hangs around the same campus as I’m on.”
Lowering my head, I plant a gentle kiss on her lips. Pulling away, I hold her chin in place so she’s looking up at me. “You’re not gonna run into him.” I repeat myself.
“Oh,” she gasps, turning back, but still looking at me in the mirror. I can see the realization spread across her face before she eases a bit. Stepping out of my gasp and moving into the shower.
Hesitating, not being able to get the bruising out of my head, I debate leaving the room.
“Eli, I’m not glass.” She calls from the other side of the curtain.
“I know that.” I mumble as I walk over to the shower. Drew turns around, looking at me, smirking and closing the distance. “We already decided that was a bad idea.” Stilling her by resting my hands on her shoulders.
“How often do you do that?” she whispers, looking up at me through her lashes as water droplets cling to them.
“Do what?”
“Deny yourself what you want.” Blinking twice before leaning up onto her toes and bringing her lips right to my ear. Feeling her breath as she speaks. Her fingers trailing along my shaft. “What you’re saying and what you’re showing are two very different things.”
Laughing out loud, I look down, gripping the back of her neck and forcing her to look up at me. “I never said I didn’t want to fuck you.” Wrapping my hand around hers, tightening her grip on me. “Do you feel that?” watching her face intently as her mouth parts. “I’m throbbing for you.”
Her breath elevates.
“I’m always fucking throbbing for you.”
“Always?”
“Since the moment I tasted you.”
An evil smirk spread across her face as her hand slides down my length.
Shaking my head, it pains me as I force the words out. “I told you, bad idea.”
“Okay,” she whispers, taking a step back as I look over at her again. “But I still want to watch you come.”
The shock fills me as I look at her. “What?” My mouth dries as I try to speak.
“I didn’t stutter…”
I know the bruises are there, but in this moment I don’t even notice them. She leans against the wall, eyes still on me, spreading her legs, propping her foot on the side, displaying herself for me.
“Goddamn,” I mumble, gripping hold of my cock as she slides her fingers along her folds. My mouth dries as she presses circles on herself and her nipples perk in response.
Stroking myself, eyes glued to her.
“That’s right.” She pants.
I can already feel the pre-cum seeping out as she presses her fingers inside.
“Fuck. God. Fuck.” Tripping over my words as I watch her.
“Good boy.” She whispers, taking me by surprise, and I have to focus momentarily to keep from losing all control. “Are you close?” Her voice full of desire.
My mouth is so dry it can form any words, so nodding my head is what I decide on.
“Do you want to come on me?”
Nodding my head before I even think about it.
“Ask like a good boy.” She demands, and I’m floored. I’ve never had a woman tell me what to do, nor have I ever wanted it, but for some reason when she does, it makes me lose my goddamn mind.
“Can I — Can I please come on you?”
She nods her head. Kneeling down onto the floor in front of me, and smirks.
“Don’t stop.” This time it’s my demands as she looks at me confused. “Keep fucking yourself.”
She smirks as she slides her hand down further, spreading her thighs and moving her hand along herself.
“Where?” I ask her.
“Where ever you want.” She whispers, gasping as she slips her fingers back inside her, pulsating them faster.
“Open your mouth.” Demanding her.
Pumping my dick in my hands, the sensation takes me over again.
Building inside until I can’t control it and ropes of cum shoot out into her mouth and across her face.
I worry for a moment until her lips curl up.
Closing her mouth, I watch her throat bob as she swallows and looks back at me, smirking before reaching up with her finger and collecting the rest into her mouth.
Her tongue coming out, licking her lips and swallowing once more. As if she doesn’t want to waste any.
“Goddamn.” I mumble again, reaching my hands out for her to take. I help her up, bringing my face down to meet her lips, kissing her passionately again.
Pressing her backwards, we move through the stream of water until she’s against the wall, kneeling down, lifting her leg, and tossing it over my shoulder. Looking up and meeting her awe. I smirk before pressing my face into her pussy and sliding my tongue along her.
“Fuck,” she whispers, her hands falling down into my hair, gripping hold of it. She grinds against my face.
Groaning out into her as she rides my face, feasting on her until she groans out, coming on my tongue.