Prologue - Drew #2
She bites her lip to hide her smile and, at the same time, reaches out and runs her palm along my hard, constrained cock. "Not too bad yourself."
"Oh, babygirl, you haven't seen anything yet." With that, I lean down and take her peaked nipple into my mouth, rolling my tongue over it like it's a goddamn lollipop.
She cries out when I suck it hard, and I press my waist to her leg to give myself some much needed friction.
As if the contact was permission, my mystery girl's legs start to quiver. "Oh my God, Drew."
The sound of my name falling from her lips is better than any high I've ever felt. It's completely unexpected and downright unexplainable, but this girl is like a drug I've never tried, intriguing and bold, but completely foreign to me. Yet one little hit of her leaves me desperate for more.
Needing to ride out this feeling, I drop to my knees, swapping my thumb for my mouth until she falls past the edge. I savor every second of her release, maintaining my movement as she pulses against my lips.
"Holy shit," she pants as I loosen my suction. I stand and kiss her with my coated mouth.
"Mmm," she hums, running her tongue past my lips. "You are… that was..." Her gaze drops to my cock that's finally free thanks to my use of the time she's taken to gather her thoughts. "That thing is..."
"Impressive?" I tease, a playful raise in my brow.
Her eyes darken as she glances back and forth between my face and what she sees between my legs. "We'll see about that."
A growl escapes from deep inside me as I once again drop to my knees for this girl and pull her thong off of her hips. "Fucking hell," I say, seeing her on full display. She is everything.
I rise slowly, dropping my forehead to hers. "Tell me your name."
"Don't worry about that," she says, reaching for me. I groan as she strokes me from base to tip.
"Why can't I know?"
The corners of her lips tug upward. "Where's the fun in that?"
Sliding my hand into her hair toward the base of her neck, I tug gently so she's forced to look at me. "Who are you?" I whisper more to myself.
"Does it matter?" she answers despite it being rhetorical. "In five minutes, our worlds will fall back into two completely separate orbits."
My head snaps back, my brows furrowed. "Woah, woah, woah… five minutes? I don't know who you think you're dealing with but—"
Her laugh cuts me off, not because of the noise but because of my reaction to it.
A goddamn angel.
"You know what I mean."
Palming her face, my expression turns serious as I speak to both of us. "It doesn't have to be that way."
She half-rolls her eyes, then tilts her head. "It does," she says simply. "So, take it or leave it."
I don't know who this girl is, but I know that I've never met anyone like her. Most women I sleep with offer so much, there's not an ounce of mystery left between us. But not this one. She offers me nothing, leaving me completely in the dark—baffled.
And so fucking captivated.
Answering without words, I reach under her arms, picking her up and sitting her full ass on the sink. She leans back and braces her palms on the sides as I reach down for my pants to take out my wallet. Reaching into the pocket, I feel only fabric. My heart starts to race as I reach into the other.
Nothing.
No, no, no. This isn't happening. I'm sure panic riddles my face as I shove my hand into every slit of my blue suit pants but still come up empty.
"What's wrong?" she asks, shifting one hand to stroke the inside of her thigh.
I swallow hard at her movement before dropping my pants and my head at the same time. "Fuck." As if this week could get any worse.
"What?" she repeats.
Heaving a deep sigh, I look up at her, almost wincing from how much I want this girl. "I left my wallet at the table with my phone."
She narrows her eyes before I continue.
"No condoms?" I say as if it's a question. Is she not putting two and two together? Because I'm freaking the hell out right now.
She bobs her head back and forth like she's considering her next thought. "Well, I take the pill religiously… and I can tell you right now that I'm clean."
I stare at her blankly. "I, I mean—we get tested all the time for this shit. I know I am too."
"Well..." Her teeth run across her bottom lip, and I can't help myself.
I snap to her and do the same with mine. Kissing her again, I sink my tongue into her mouth, and she rocks her bare pussy against the base of my aching cock. "What are you saying here, baby?" I ask helplessly.
"I'm saying I'm good with this if you are."
I instantly panic.
We don't fuck raw. It's a locker room rule. A team rule for Christ's sake. Even Gavin and Erik make weird old man jokes about no glove, no love on a weekly basis.
But look at her.
Something in me knows this isn't some weird sort of setup. That shit happens to people all the time, and in my line of work you learn quickly that there can always be ulterior motives. But this doesn't feel like that.
This feels like a chance to have the girl I've been drawn to since the moment I saw her. The chance to be inside the girl I feel weirdly connected to. And I have no fight left in me. I want her. Now.
Knowing I'll regret not doing this more than taking the risk, I kiss her one more time with all I've got, then line my tip up with her entrance.
Without any more waiting, I shove deep inside her, and we both cry out as I take her… bare.