He thrust faster up into me. My heels dug into his ass as I clung to his body. Yes, he had control, but he wouldn’t be doing this if I hadn’t demanded it. And I’d keep demanding. He used me, so why couldn’t I use him? I crushed my mouth into his. Our teeth clattered against each other as our tongues twisted together. The sound and smell of sex played between us like an atonal orchestra. We were jagged and harsh. There was no rhythm. Only deep moans and groans, a thumping of the pantry door with each thrust of his hips, and that delicious sound of slippery sex.
His cock filled my core. My inner walls encased him, giving me the delicious feeling of each ridge and valley of his gorgeous cock. The way he felt inside me, the way he filled me up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of no return.
I grabbed his hand, needing that little extra push to find my final release. Pushing our hands between us, I placed his fingers against my clit. “Fuck me, Andrew. Fuck me with everything you’ve got.”
A small smirk curled his lips as he started squeezing my clit between his fingertips. He rubbed and pinched, flicked and pulled my clit as his cock drove me higher than the pot could have ever dreamed of taking me. Deep inside me, I could feel him twitch. He was close, and so I did what any sensible woman would do. I closed my eyes and fell over the brink of ecstasy.
Drew slammed his cock hard into me. His hand released my clit as both fists pounded against the door next to my ears.
“I’m going to...going…” he growled.
“Do it,” I hissed in his ear.
I squeezed my quaking walls tighter around his straining cock, forcing him to fall with me. The instant my walls tightened around him, Drew tried to pull out of me. I wasn’t about to have it. The pull out method was for teenagers who didn’t realize how stupid it really was. No, he was going to give me everything I wanted. I grabbed his ass and pushed him back into me. Drew let out a yell, deep and ragged, as he exploded into my depths.
His body covered in sweat, his mouth agape, and his pulse racing—it was safe to say there was nothing sexier than an orgasmic Andrew Wise. I watched his eyes dilate with pleasure. His whole body shook with the intensity of his orgasm. He was a pure sex god and he was fucking mine.
I dropped back against the door, smirking at my success. I’d won the battle. I licked my lips, meeting his eyes. He slowed his movements, coming to a near stop, but remained buried inside me. His cock pulsed with each heartbeat, twitching inside me, keeping my climax pulsing steady inside of me.
“What was that?” he muttered, pressing his lips to my throat.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Once again, I pulled his head back by his hair, making him look me in the eyes. “Because as far as I’m concerned, we’re not finished.”
His mouth twitched. A crooked smile highlighted his deep dimples. “Is that so?”
“It is,” I assured him.
I pushed away, forcing him to release me. I slid down the door, landing softly on my bare feet. My body winced at the distance I’d placed between us, but I ignored the pang in my chest and proceeded to pull my shorts and panties off. I kicked them aside, feeling the remnants of his release trickle down my thighs as I walked away from him. “Follow me,” I instructed. “You have some cleaning up to do.” I heard him gulp, but didn’t stop to see if he would follow me.
I walked into the bedroom and positioned myself on the end of my bed. Drew entered the room in all his god-like glory. His usual blue eyes were dark, and his jovial smile had turned into to pure lust. I spread my legs open, giving him the perfect view of my bare pussy. It was a good thing I’d shaved that morning. I’d have hated him seeing me all fuzzy. Drew always did like me soft and smooth.
He rubbed his hand along his chin and smiled. “Beautiful.”
I slipped a finger into my pussy, pulling out the remnants of his cum. “Messy,” I replied, licking the combination of our juices from my finger. “Take care of it.”
Drew raised an eyebrow, considering my request.
“Lick my pussy clean, Andy. Now.”
When he realized I was serious, he rushed forward, dropping to his knees before me. He brushed his fingertips over my soft, slick pussy. My body jerked in response to such tender stimuli. This was torture; I still needed him rough, hard, untamed. I pushed my hips up in the air, commanding his devotion. “Suck me hard!”
Drew leaned in and flattened his tongue against my clit, dragging it down to meet my heat. My hips bucked of their own accord. I grabbed what I could of his soft brown hair, driving his face closer to my center. Sure, we girls don’t like when guys do that shit to us, but fuck it. I was running this show.
He placed both hands on my inner thighs, squeezing them as his tongue dived into my depths. I dropped my head back, my eyes closed tight, simply enjoying the feel of his mouth on me. Harder and harder his tongue pushed into my depths. He grazed his teeth over my clit, sucking it into his mouth. As I had been relentless, so was he. I shuttered at the intensity of his mouth, gripping his hair tighter in one hand while my other curled into the duvet beneath me.
“Andy,” I purred.
He pulled his tongue out of me just as I was about to fall over the edge of ecstasy. I groaned, trying to push him back where I needed him. Instead, he slowly flicked his tongue over my pulsating clit. I squirmed and wiggled my hips, wanting to find that release, but I refused to beg. I would not give him that satisfaction.
Suddenly, he slammed his tongue deep inside me. That was all I needed. I was met with such an earth-shattering climax that my body convulsed, rocking me against his mouth. He wrapped his arms around my hips, bringing his fingers to just the right position to flick my clit while his arms held me steady. He pushed his tongue harder and deeper, lapping everything I gave him while forcing me to stay in my climatic high.
My legs began to shake so hard, I could feel them vibrate all the way to my chest. I couldn’t think. I could barely breathe. Unable to control myself, my entire body lifted off the mattress. Drew held me steady in his arms, forcing me to stay where I was. I screamed in my unbridled release.
When he was satisfied that I’d given him all I had, he unwound himself from me. He stood up, looking down over me; a cocky smirk twisted his lips as his tongue darted out over them. “All clean.” His rich, husky cadence sent vibrations deep into the pit of my stomach.
Drew stood before me, in all his naked glory, proud of what he’d accomplished. What he didn’t understand was that, in that moment, he accomplished more than an intense orgasm. The ice I’d built up in my heart had shattered into a million pieces. The fight in me was now gone. With the final wave of my release, my anger became sated.
Was I still hurt?
Absolutely.
But we could talk about it. I still believed there was no place for me in his world. Not when he had Olivia and the baby to think about. He made his decision when he cut me out of his life that night at dinner. I couldn’t turn a blind eye to that. I would simply have to forgive him and attempt to create a friendship with him. We’d been the best of friends before. We could be again.
Drew leaned forward, resting his hands on the mattress above my head, and kissed me. The combined taste of us on his tongue was intoxicating. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, savoring the flavor. My arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to me. His mouth moved against mine, rough at first, but turned soft and gentle, the way it had been earlier in the kitchen. I was more susceptible this time, accepting the tenderness that exuded from him, shifting the balance of power back to him.
A tiny whimper escaped me as I ran my fingers through his hair. He’d cut it so short, but I didn’t have it in me to tell him I liked it a little longer. Not that anything could make Drew Wise look bad. Not my Andy. He’d be gorgeous wearing a burlap sack.
He moved his hands to my face, pushing my matted hair away from my temples. Somehow in the middle of all my anger and my need for revenge, I had managed to reopen the wounds in my chest, allowing him
to slip right back into my heart. I loved him. I knew I always would.
He placed sweet kisses to my forehead, over my eyelids, and on the tip of my nose. I sighed as a flood of emotions welled up inside me. His tender kisses continued, moving over the corners of my mouth. I caught a glimpse of his smile and my heart exploded in my chest. I couldn’t tell if he was still buzzed. I knew I wasn’t, but the smile he wore was one I recognized all too well. This was Drew in love. Drew happy. Drew content. He pressed his lips firmly to mine, and I melted into his kiss, yearning to feel his love once again.
“You never cease to amaze me,” he whispered as his lips moved from mine down my neck. “If you only knew how much I’ve missed you. How much I need you.”
My heart skipped a beat. I touched his face, tracing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that I loved so much. They always deepened when he smiled like this.
“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered. My eyes brimmed with tears that I refused to shed. His back stiffened and his brow furrowed as he stared intently in my eyes. Whatever he was searching for, he must have found, because he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me with such fervor that my toes curled.
My need for the man intensified. In this moment it felt as if we’d never been apart. I scooted up the length of the bed with Drew crawling over top of me simultaneously. His lips never left mine. There was nothing but tenderness in the way he touched me. He hovered over me, staring with such longing into my eyes. The atmosphere around us had shifted in such a way that our former acts held no bearings on what was happening now. I wanted to touch him, to love him, not ravage him as I’d done before.
My hands slowly moved over his sculpted chest down to his stomach. He’d lost weight. I could feel his ribs where there had once only been muscle. It saddened me to realize he’d neglected himself in my absence. I thought about how he said he hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since I left. It made me proud of him, and I only hoped I hadn’t killed his sobriety by telling him where my smoke was tonight.
I pressed my lips to his Adam’s apple. He groaned, withering under my gentle touch. That tender moment turned into an exploration of love. We touched and kissed, basking in the glow of our love. All of the memories of nights spent together like this played through my mind.
Minutes passed; hours seemed to disappear as we melted together in a mesh of sheets, limbs, and sweat. I couldn’t tell you what time it was when we finally finished, but I could tell you that I was completely sated and beyond exhausted. We rolled to our sides, lying as we had so many nights before. He placed his hand on my bare hip, lightly rubbing my skin as he nuzzled his nose to my neck. I struggled to hide a yawn, my eyes drooping closed.
“Sleep, sweetheart.”
“I don’t want to sleep,” I yawned. It wasn’t a lie. In my mind, if I fell asleep this might all turn out to be a dream. I didn’t want another dream of Drew. I wanted the real thing. I’d been deluding myself all this time, thinking that I could live without him. So what if he and Olivia were having a baby together. So what if she’d disown me. Olivia and I had barely spoken since I left Florida. She made it very clear that she thought I was being selfish, leaving her when she needed me most. I couldn’t explain to her why I needed to leave, only that it was necessary. Everything between us had been strained. She only called when she had news about the baby, which was nothing more than a knife in my gut. And when she did call, she rarely spoke of Drew, which I found odd, but I didn’t bridge the topic because I couldn’t handle the thoughts of them being together. In my mind, they were the perfect little family and I was the outsider who only dreamed of having what they now shared.
But with him here, now, I knew that Drew and Olivia weren’t meant to be. We could make this work. We had to make this work. It may have taken him two months to finally pull his head out of his ass, but he did. He came for me. He couldn’t live without me anymore than I could him.
All of these thoughts in my head played tug-a-war with my heart. It was stupid to think things between us could somehow work out. Drew still left me. He still hurt me. I couldn’t overlook that fact, but my heart needed him like my lungs needed air.
My eyes fluttered closed, a soft pounding thrummed at my temples from lack of sleep and the constant struggle between my heart and my head.
“You need to rest.” He kissed my jaw with deep affection, sending my heart racing in my chest. “We both do.”
No! my mind screamed. I couldn’t sleep. I needed to know where I stood. Sex was merely sex. Nothing was fixed. If anything, it was more fucked up than ever.
“Okay,” I breathed. I pressed my body closer to his, not wanting to lose the feel of him against me. “Stay,” I muttered, slowly losing consciousness.
“Where would I go?”
“Away.”
Drew chuckled, his warm breath tickling my skin. “I’m not going anywhere.”
“Promise?”
He pushed my hair away from my face, placing a sweet kiss on my cheek. “I promise. Now sleep, Beautiful. I love you. I always will.”
I exhaled in a happy sigh. Even if this turned out to be an elaborate dream, what a dream it was. Hearing those words from him was worth more than any card or bouquet of flowers he could send. Heavy on my lips, I replied, “I love you, too.”
I drifted off to sleep with the promise that he wouldn’t leave me, and the hope that everything would be okay.
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About the Author
Jeanne McDonald began telling stories at the ripe young age of five, when her mother considered the truth to be a lie due to her extensive embellishment to the retelling of an event. She wrote her first short story when she was twelve years old, and at the age of sixteen she tried her hand at poetry. She reconnected with her love for writing in 2010 thanks to the encouragement of a dear friend.
Her passions include a "mild" Starbucks addiction, music, reading, quotes, movies, and romance. When she's not spending time with her family, she can be found reading, writing, chatting with her friends or diligently working toward her bachelor's degree in English Literature. A proud Texan, Jeanne currently resides in the Dallas/Fort Worth area with her family.
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Acknowledgements
Just a few quick thank yous I’d like to include.
Thank you to Fandoms 4 LLS for inviting me to be apart of such a notable charity. This story has been dedicated to two of my friends who have fought cancer and sadly lost the battle. Their memories are survived by their families and friends, and I’m honored to be amongst those people.
Another goes out to my editors, Amy Gamache of Rose David Editing and Jo Matthews of Written Elegance, for their ability to understand what I'm trying to say, even when I'm not sure I have a clue.
Also, thank you to Mary Devereaux, Penny Reeves, B.L. Wilde, and Sarah Canady. These ladies are always there, cheering me on, and making sure I don’t sound like a blithering idiot.
Last but certainly not least, thank you to my readers. My words are mere letters on a page, forming sentences until you take the time to read them. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything.
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