40. Jules #2
His shadow appears in the doorway before he does. My breath catches in my throat when Drew fills my door. His shirt is already half unbuttoned and I watch his hands as he unhooks the last few, removing it completely.
My lungs forget to draw in air as I stare at the solid expanse of his chest. The warm glow of the lights makes his skin look like bronze.
I assume my reaction to him shirtless is the same way he feels when he sees me shirtless. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to stave off the absolute hunger I feel for this man.
Drew Callahan.
The same man that, had he touched me even accidentally a few months ago, I would have freaked the fuck out because we had a strict no touching rule.
Now, I’m dying for him to touch me.
Drew rakes his eyes over my body, lingering on my pebbled nipples and the way my thighs are pressed together.
He walks to the window and I take my fill of his back--just as amazing, solid, and muscled as his front.
The muscles flex when he lifts up the chair by the window and carries it across the room, setting it directly across the bed.
He settles into it, stretching out his legs and manspreading. There is no mistaking the hardened length of his cock pressing against his thigh.
“Whenever you’re ready, baby,” he says, voice raspy. “Show me what I want.”
And this is the reason I trust him so much. His patience and care for me means he’ll sit there the whole night until I’m ready to give him a part of my body. In the two months since we first kissed, he’s never once assumed I owe him anything, nor has he ever asked for more.
Not even after our dry humping session.
Not even when he came home and found me in his bed.
Not even right now.
It’s what gives me the courage to settle back against the pillows and reach for the waistband of my shorts. Slowly lowering them down my legs, I kick them off the bed towards him. They hit him square in the chest and Drew grabs them before they fall to the floor.
His heated eyes never leaving mine, he brings my shorts up to his nose and inhales deeply. My body feels like I’ve been set on fire and Drew holds the match which ignited the fire.
I pull up one leg, slightly raising the knee and parting my legs. My wetness coats my thighs. Drew’s eyes fall from mine to my pussy and he whimpers, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles are white.
His chest rises and falls rapidly and he follows my hand as I rest it on the inside of my thigh. The sounds of our breathing fills the quiet room.
“What do you want, Drew?” I ask.
“You know what I want,” he replies, jaw flexing, eyes focused on my slightly parted legs. It’s not enough for him to have a clear view of my pussy.
“This?” Shifting my hand up my thigh, I lightly touch my mound.
Drew gives a jerky nod.
“You know what I like about us, Drew?” I ask, trying to keep my voice even. “I like that we’re always on an even footing.”
The corner of his mouth twitches up into a half smile. “Do you want me to take off my pants, Beasty?”
“You don’t have to take them all the way off if you don’t want to.” I lift a shoulder in a shrug. “But I do want to see you.”
Reaching down, Drew unbuttons his jeans and pulls the zipper down. Lifting his hips off the chair, he slides the jeans down a little. He’s wearing black boxer briefs underneath, the bulge of his cock obscene. Pushing his hand in, he pulls it out.
“Fuuuck,” I whisper.
Drew releases his cock, letting it slap against his stomach. My mouth hangs open slightly. He’s long, thick, and veiny, his cock carved to perfection like the rest of him. The tip is red and leaking precum. My pussy pulses at the idea of him sliding that monster inside me.
Drew wraps his hand around himself, twisting his wrist and sliding his hand up and down.
I lick my lips, sliding my fingers lower to circle my clit. My hips jerk slightly.
“A deal is a deal, Beasty,” Drew reminds me. “Be a good girl and spread your legs for me.”
I part my legs further, letting him have a proper look at my pussy. There’s no way he can’t tell how wet I am and when his eyes lower, I only grow wetter. Drew licks his lips, groaning as his hand tightens around his cock.
“You have the prettiest fucking pussy, Juliet, and I bet it tastes just as delicious as it looks.”
It’s a little obscene the way I’m spread out before him, my body only half covered.
My nipples are hard enough to rip through the thin material of my tank top and my body is overheated.
The way Drew looks at me, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen and he wants to eat me alive, makes me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.
“I’ll let you have a taste,” I say, lifting a shoulder. “If you beg nicely.”
Drew hums, his chest rumbling. “I’ll beg for a taste all you want. Right now, I want to see you come for me. Moan my name like you did that night, like you did when I was away and you were playing with your pretty little pussy. I want to know how you make yourself come.”
I push two fingers inside my pussy, the heel of my palm pressed over my clit.
“You know that first night, I dreamt of you sneaking into my room and sliding in behind me.” I watch him lazily stroke his cock, up and down, up and down.
“I dreamt you tied me to your bed,” I continue, my breath hitching as I curl my fingers, and maybe slightly from fear.
“I’d never do that unless I was sure it was what you wanted,” Drew says, reassuring me.
I nod. “I know.” God, do I know how much he cares for my well being.
“You told me you were going to fuck me so hard. For hours and days, until my body will remember you always.” I groan as I roll the pad of my thumb over my clit, hissing in a breath.
“Maybe you are a witch, Beasty,” Drew says. “How else will you know exactly what I want to do to you?”
“Maybe because I know you have a dirty, depraved mind.”
His grin flashes wicked and wild. “Only for you, Juliet.”
I push my other hand under my tank top, squeezing my tit and plucking at my stiffened nipple. My stomach convulses at the sensation, the walls of my pussy tightening around my fingers. I push them in and out, lazily fucking myself.
“Just like that, baby. Fuck yourself for me.”
My head falls back onto the pillows and Drew growls in protest. “Eyes on me, Beasty.”
Lifting my head, I meet his eyes as we both continue to work ourselves into a mess.
“I’m a patient man, Juliet. I’ll never do anything you don’t want to do and I’ll always hold myself back if that’s what you need.
But the way I want to fuck you is a desperation that threatens to drive me to the brink of madness everyday and I want to let it.
I want to mark you in ways nothing and no one will ever be able to erase. ”
A shiver of desire runs through me and I squeeze my legs together, trying to create more friction. This would be a lot quicker if I used my vibrator, but I actually want to take my time, match my pace to Drew’s.
“What makes you think I won’t be the one marking you?” I ask.
“You’ve already done that successfully without even trying,” he groans. I’m fascinated by the way his hand moves over himself. He’s so deliciously hard and it turns me on even more knowing it’s because of me. “Spread your legs, baby. I want to see.”
I spread my legs again, letting him see what he does to me. I’m sure it’s as much of a turn on for him as it is for me. Pulling my fingers out, I circle two of them over my clit. My hips thrust up slightly at the delicious friction, pussy clenching for more.
“Fuck, I can see how wet you are. I want to touch you,” Drew murmurs. He doesn’t make an attempt to move and I don’t offer to let him touch me. It’s not because I don’t trust him. I’m enjoying watching him too much to stop.
“It’s because of you,” I reply.
Drew licks his lips, his half lidded eyes lifting to mine. “Yeah, baby? Do you like knowing how hard I am for you? Do you like having your pussy on display for me? Knowing I’m dying for a taste?”
My body is overheated, a light sheen of sweat covering it even though the room is cold.
“Driving you crazy is my primary source of entertainment,” I say.
Drew chuckles dryly, releasing a low groan as he squeezes the head of his cock.
My orgasm builds low in my belly and I increase the pressure on my clit. Drew notices immediately, the subtle shift in my body, the increase in speed and pressure.
“Are you going to come for me, baby?”
I nod, my back arching off the bed slightly.
“Do it with me,” he commands. “I want you to come with me.”
“Now?” I ask breathlessly.
“Yeah, baby. Come for me.”
I grip the sheets with my other hand, my body seizing as I come. Waves and waves of pleasure wrack through me, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. I’m barely aware of the sounds I'm making.
I open my eyes long enough to watch Drew come, face twisted in pleasure as he releases a low groan. Thick ropes of come coating his stomach and hand.
Once my heartbeat returns to normal, I open my mouth to speak.