44. Jules
FORTY-FOUR
JULES
My body heats up at his command and I shrug off my robe, letting it fall to the floor. My nightgown is pooled around my waist and I grab it, pulling it over my head. Drew inhales sharply as my body comes into view. I’m not wearing any panties.
“When I told you I wanted to fuck you while you wear nothing other than this necklace, I didn’t think it would happen this quickly,” Drew rasps.
He kisses the curve of my breasts, slow and cherishing.
I make a noise in the back of my throat as he wraps his hot mouth around the tip and sucks before blowing softly on my hardened nipple.
My pussy clenches. “Drew.”
“So perfect,” he murmurs. “I can’t decide what’s prettier, your perfect pink pussy or these tits. You look so fucking perfect, spread open on my thighs, wearing nothing but diamonds like the queen you are.”
Hand sliding between our bodies, he slowly circles my clit with two fingers. I inhale sharply, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.
“I thought you wanted me on your cock,” I cry.
“You need to come first so your pussy is soft and wet for me.”
He slides two fingers inside me as his tongue circles my nipple once again. He’s fucked me with his fingers before and each time, having him inside me does something to me I can’t explain. I want to hold him there and never let go.
He makes me forget to be afraid of the feelings which are slowly making their home in my heart. What if I fall for Drew and he doesn’t fall for me?
His teeth graze my nipple and I cry out. Drew looks at me through his lashes.
“Eyes on me, baby, or I will stop.”
His eyes hold mine intensely, trying to see past the walls to the demons I try to keep locked up. Something about watching him work my body because he knows it so intimately makes me feel vulnerable and turns me on more.
“Don’t get lost inside your head,” Drew says. “I want you to watch me when I make you come and I want you to remember that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”
Drew doesn’t curl his fingers and rub them against that spot which drives me wild. He keeps pushing them in and out of my body, rhythmically, slowly, possessively. Our eyes stay locked the whole time, like he wants me to feel that I belong to him now.
It’s just the two of us. The ghosts of my past can’t penetrate this bubble.
“Do you know how much I want you?” Drew whispers. “How badly I want to bend you over this very chair and fuck you until your pussy is molded to my cock and you’re unable to come without me inside you? Of course, you do. Look at the way you’re dripping for me.”
He looks down and I follow his gaze. It’s obscene the way my pussy is stretched around his fingers, nothing compared to the way it will be around his cock.
His fingers glisten with my wetness each time he pulls them out, but I hardly notice.
My eyes are trained to his thick, hard cock imprinted in his pants, the head pushing out of his waistband.
“Actually, I’m more focused on said cock because at some point that monster is going to be inside me and not even in my wildest fictional fantasies could I have dreamt of that,” I say.
Drew curls his fingers inside me, wrapping his other arm around my waist to tug me closer. He drops his mouth and sucks my nipple.
I grab the back of his neck, holding on tightly as I gyrate my hips on his fingers.
My orgasm builds deep in my belly and no matter how many times he’s made me come, I always fucking want more.
He’s the only one who can make me lower all my inhibitions because he’s never hidden how much he wants me.
“I can feel your pussy gripping my fingers.” Drew presses the words into my skin.
“I can’t wait to feel you around my cock.
Before I had you, there were nights I spent in this room picturing this exact same scenario.
You walk in here and climb over my body because you’re just so insatiable.
Come for me, beasty. Come for me so you’re soft and wet and I can fuck you the way you need to be fucked. ”
Drew massages my clit, adding much needed pressure and I come, shuddering with the force of my orgasm. My head falls back as my pussy tightens around his fingers.
I make a soft murmur of protest when he removes his fingers from inside. My eyes widen when he pushes them inside my mouth.
“See how sweet you taste when I make you come?” Drew watches his fingers inside my mouth with heavy lidded eyes.
I circle my tongue around his fingers, licking my taste off of them. I grip his hand, licking and sucking his fingers like it’s his cock in my mouth.
“You keep doing that and I’ll want to fuck your mouth instead of your pussy,” Drew growls.
I let his fingers drop out of my mouth. “You say that like choking on your cock will be a bad thing.”
He groans, gripping the back of my head and pulling me in for a slow, slick kiss. I reach for the hem of his t-shirt, pulling it over his head. Here I am fully naked while he’s still dressed. My hands splay over his wide chest, touching him as possessively as he does me.
“Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it’s too much,” he says, catching my chin and tilting my head so our eyes meet.
God, he makes it so hard to keep my heart in check when all he wants is to keep me safe.
“I promise,” I say with a nod.
Drew’s eyes bounce between mine, like he’s trying to gauge if I’m telling the truth.
“Pull my cock out,” he says eventually.
Pushing down the waistband of his lounge pants, I wrap my hand around his cock. It jumps slightly under my touch and I stroke my hand up and down. He’s hot and hard, his skin like silk.
“Keep doing that and I’m going to come,” Drew warns.
“Too bad you can’t have multiple orgasms,” I say cheekily.
I rub the head of his cock over my clit and we both shudder. He’s not wearing a condom and right now, I could care less about it. I’ve never had sex without making my partner wear a condom, even if I’m on birth control. That’s a hard fucking line I’ve never crossed.
“I’m clean,” I whisper. “My last test was six months ago, but I haven’t had sex close to six years. I’m on the shot.”
Drew’s head falls back onto the chair, his eyes heavy lidded. “Me too, but I still think I should wear a condom. If my cock gets a taste of your bare pussy, I might never want to let you go.”
My heart thuds against my chest at his words. What is he trying to say? That he wants to let me go eventually? Is he trying to gauge how serious I am about our relationship? Maybe he thinks I want to leave.
I frown, pouting at him. “You want to let go of my charming personality? Where are you going to find someone to keep you on your toes?”
He squeezes my ass, fingers digging into my flesh. “Who says I want to let you go? I might just keep you here forever.”
“Forever is a long time. Can we negotiate a shorter sente--?” My words fall off into a gasp as Drew lifts me slightly and guides his cock to my entrance.
My pussy stretches to accommodate him. My body shakes as I slowly lower onto his cock.
The stretch is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
He really is going to mold my pussy to him.
My hands grip his shoulders, nails digging in as he slowly eases me down all the way. He’s been inside me before but not like this. My brain is working overtime because it’s only just realized that we’re fucking Drew Callahan.
I want to laugh at the absurdity of the situation because how the fuck did this happen?
My teeth sink into my bottom lip to keep my laughter at bay because this is a very serious situation and I shouldn’t be laughing.
“Are you trying not to laugh right now?” Drew asks, looking utterly unamused.
A giggle escapes me and I slap a hand over my mouth to keep it in. “No,” I mumble from behind my hand.
“You’re the oddest person I know,” he says, shaking his head. His mouth tilts up at the corners slightly in an affectionate smile.
“I know! I’m sorry.” I lower my hand from my mouth. “I’ve only just realized we’re having sex.”
“We’ve had sex before.” Drew arches an eyebrow.
I nod in agreement. “Yes, but this is the first time we’re having penetrative sex and my brain has decided that it’s extremely funny because it’s us.”
I can’t believe we’re having this conversation while he’s fully seated inside me. Talk about odd timing. Then again, it’s us so odd timing makes sense.
His grip on my hips tightens and he pulls me down a little more. “Fuck, Drew, I can practically feel you to the back of my throat.”
His smirk is pure male satisfaction. “Not yet, baby. But you will when I fuck this bratty mouth of yours.”
“Drew,” I moan, rolling my hips slightly. How can he be this deep?
“You don’t find it funny anymore?” He raises his eyebrows, a sharp glint in his eyes.
I dip down, sinking my teeth into his shoulder. “Now who’s being the brat?”
Drew just laughs, my bite not affecting him even a little.
“You ready for me to move, baby?”
I nod, easing up until just the tip of his cock remains inside me and then I sink down again. Drew rests his head on the back of the chair, watching me with lazy, lust drunk eyes as I work myself on his cock, somehow trying to take him in deeper and deeper.
“Drew,” I whine, when my thighs start to shake.
The best part of dating an athlete is he easily takes over, his hands encompassing my waist as he easily lifts me off his cock and pulls me down again. My input isn’t even necessary and for some reason, that blatant display of strength makes my insides quiver in the most delicious manner.
I spread my thighs more, ignoring the burn. I want all of him inside me.
“Fucking desperate for my cock, beasty. You’re shaking and whimpering, but still don’t want to leave even an inch out,” Drew murmurs.
“I want all of you,” I cry. I’m lightheaded, my breaths coming in shallow gasps.
“I’d be able to fuck you harder if we weren’t on a chair,” Drew says. “But then again, we can almost pretend that you’re a queen who’s so eager to be fucked, she’s willing to break all the rules and do it on the throne.”