I’ve never known my veins to run so hot like this or for a kiss to send my body into such a violent frenzy. Every graze of his lips against mine, every vigorous pattern traced along my tongue, is like a volcanic eruption intermixed with an array of explosive fireworks.
His lips remain locked on mine as his fingers trace my jaw with a feverish touch. All the while, he’s pushing me backward until my back collides with the wall behind me. I groan out the instant his lips pull away from mine, my lungs struggling to gasp for air.
“Drew,” we each respire the other’s name in unison, “Jo…”
His hooded eyes take in every inch of my face, his expression full of hunger, and that look alone turns me on even more.
“It’s taking everything I have not to fuck you against this wall right now.”
The throb between my thighs becomes more prominent, and my fingers that have a tight grip against his neck dig in a little deeper.
“Then, why don’t you?” I dare in a sultrier voice than anticipated.
He slams his eyes closed at my question, and I see a flicker of torment along his handsome features.
After a few seconds, they reopen, and his hungry gaze returns to mine. “Because this isn’t how I imagined our first time.”
At this point, my erratic hormones have pretty much taken over my body, and I hardly recognize my own voice as intrigue piques my interest. “How have you imagined it?”
His eyes flare with lust, and I bite against my bottom lip as he steps even closer until there isn’t an inch of space between us.
Chest-to-chest.
Heart-to-heart.
Lips-to-lips.
“In my bed. In my shower. On the countertop. Pretty much on every available space in my apartment. In that very order.”
My breath hitches as his masculine hand grazes against the back of my thigh and curls around my ass cheek before he wraps my leg over his hip, pushing his very apparent erection against me.
“Drew,” I gasp against his lips that are faintly touching mine.
“What is it, sugar?”
My eyes roll to the back of my head as his tongue flicks out and traces my bottom lip, followed by a gentle suck that instigates a deep-filled moan.
“Take me home,” I manage to breathe out.
He pulls back an inch, and his husky chuckle rumbles from his chest as his eyes soak me in. “Damn, how much have you had to drink?”
I wish I could blame the alcohol for my sudden confidence, but I’m thinking clearer than I have in a long time.
“I know exactly what I’m doing, and right now, I want you.” I can’t explain it, but my body is craving him in a way I’ve never felt before.
This is beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. I’m crazy horny right now, so much so that the very feel of my clothes against my sensitive skin feels uncomfortable, irritable. I’ve never felt the urge to free myself of my clothes before, but with Drew, I just want to rip my clothes off for him—or have him rip them off for me. I don’t care. I just want to feel every inch of him with nothing between us.
Just him and me and nothing else.
God, when did I turn into such a slut?
I’m not even ashamed to admit that I kinda like it. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt so desired.
His breathing is heavy, and his face is constricted with sexual tension. He brings his other hand up to my neck. I gulp hard against his callous fingers, and my body hums with awareness, my skin tingling, my senses pulsating, as he glides his hand down my chest. My spine arches at the feel of his palm pressing down between my cleavage, his fingers sprawling between the swells of my breasts. He then repositions his hand until his thumb is lingering over my pebbled nipple, causing my nervous system to go haywire. His touch is all I can focus on.
How can the simple touch from another person have such an earth-shattering result? How can your heart go from naught to sixty in a matter of seconds? How can your body quite possibly light a match with the illicit heat that radiates from you like the intense flames from the burning sun?
Drew’s voice is rough. “I want you, too, but not here, okay? One, I could get arrested, and even though I have a rep to uphold, I don’t particularly want to be reamed by a guy named Butch in a disgusting prison cell.”
I give out a dirty laugh, and I see the outline of his handsome smile through the semi darkness.
“Two, I want to blow your mind, and I’m highly confident, if I take you home now, I won’t last thirty seconds. The only thing I will blow is my load.” More laughter sputters from me as he says, “And I definitely don’t want to be that guy.” His voice is filled with amusement.
I tilt my head down and chuckle into his chest. He eases the hold he has against my ass until I’m standing on both feet, and he pulls me into an embrace. He laughs along with me, peppering delicate kisses against my hair, his fingers caressing up and down my back.
He pulls back a moment later, his eyes smiling down at me. “God, I love it when you laugh. I want to make it my daily mission to make you laugh.”
I smile at his compliment. “Permission granted,” I say with another laugh.
“Challenge accepted,” he responds with a grin, one that takes my breath away. “What do you say, me and you get drunk, huh?” he suddenly asks.
A few more drinks sounds perfect, especially since this hot make-out session has soaked up every ounce of alcohol from my system.
“I like that idea.”
He pulls away, and I snicker when he blatantly rearranges himself in front of me.
“What?” he questions innocently. “I could pitch a tent right now, sugar, which is totally your fault.”
I roll my eyes as I step further into the light.
He steps toward me until his lips are a mere inch from mine. “Roll your eyes all you want, but I know that under those jeans of yours are a pair of drenched panties. Am I wrong?”
My breathing becomes restricted again while fire begins to lick its way back through my body.
He’s right. I’m so wet that I’m currently contemplating going commando for the rest of the night. I’m unable to utter a single word, and he takes my silence as his answer.
“Thought so.” He smirks before pressing his lips to mine for a brief second.
It’s approaching one a.m. as Kaelyn, Teddy, Drew, and I clamber into a cab to head home.
We’re all more than a little intoxicated, especially Teddy and Kaelyn. The moment we enter the cab, they pounce on each other like lions on the prowl. Drew made the sensible decision to sit up front while I’m stuck in the backseat, watching as they touch, grope, kiss, and bite one another along with every other unacceptable sexual trait you can witness your best friend do to another guy.
A couple of minutes pass, and with every exhaled moan and grunt I hear, I find myself becoming overly frustrated, and I can’t stop the way my libido reacts. I’m not perverted, but their passionate embrace—or should I say, pornographic humping—has me thinking about the mind-blowing kiss I had with Drew earlier. Even hours later, I can still taste him on my lips, and I find myself desperate for another taste, craving more. I realize I sound like a cliché erotic novel, but I honestly don’t care. All I can think about is Drew’s lips and the incredible things I know, without a doubt, he could do with them.
My purse vibrates on my lap, and my motherly instincts begin to panic as I automatically think that perhaps something is wrong with Junior, but I breathe a sigh of relief when I see my phone light up with a text alert from Drew. Since I knew I would see him tonight, I didn’t bother bringing his phone with me and I texted him on the way to the club earlier, telling him I only had my phone with me, just in case I had trouble finding him in the club. I take it out and read the message.
Drew: You enjoying your threesome back there?
I glance up at the back of his head and chuckle under my breath.
Me: Oh, yeah. I’ve always wanted to have a threesome with my best friend and a
random guy I only met four hours ago.
Drew: Really?
Me: I don’t love my best friend that much.
Drew: Girl on girl would be pretty hot though.
I kick the back of his chair with mocked annoyance, only to earn a quick scowl from the taxi driver before he returns his eyes on the road. When I murmur an apology to the driver, I see the rise and fall of Drew’s shoulders, as if he’s laughing.
Drew: Just kidding. Although I am kind of wishing I were in the backseat with you. ;)
Pleasure washes through me at the mere sight of his winking emoji. Feeling more strung up than I have all evening, I let my naughty side reply for me, my mind filled with sexual intrigue.
Me: And what exactly would you be doing if you were sitting next to me?
Drew: Everything I shouldn’t be doing.
Me: Like?
Drew: You.
My thighs clench together, and I’m confident he can hear the sudden change in the pace of my breathing.
Drew: I’m betting you would feel incredible, wrapped around my dick, wouldn’t you?
All the blood rushes to my clit, causing it to pulsate at the same rate as my thumping heart. I find it hard to focus on the screen in front of me as fire violently licks through me. A few seconds later, another text comes through, and I have to blink through the haze before I regain full sight again.
Drew: I can imagine your pussy is soaked and ready for me, isn’t it?
I stare at the back of his head, baffled at how he can be sexting me while holding a conversation about politics with the cab driver. I shift uncomfortably as the pressure between my legs becomes almost intolerable. With the erotic sounds coming from the porn stars beside me and the arousing words coming from Drew, I feel like I could combust at any given moment.
Jesus, it’s like a sauna in here. With a touch of a button, I open the window a little, allowing the fifty miles per hour wind to cool down my face.
The phone vibrates again, and I look at the text to realize Drew can see me through the side mirror.
Drew: You’re so sexy when you’re turned on. All hot and flustered. I can’t wait to witness that flush when I’m feasting on your pussy.
Holy. Shit.
The noise that leaves my mouth is between a gasp, a moan, and a squeak. My insides are trembling, my core shaking, and I can hear a loud throb inside the center of my eardrums. I feel off-balance with the fire in my veins awakening every living cell in my body.
I quickly type out a text message, but one word is all I can manage.
Me: Drew…
Drew: Sugar…
I’m left searching for a response, and with my senses overly heightened and the alcohol still nicely humming through me, I can’t stop the words from filling my screen before I press Send.
Me: You planning on feasting on me tonight?
The words have a delayed shocked factor to them, and as I await Drew’s reply, seeing the moving three dots, I realize it’s the first time I’ve ever used the word feasting in that context in my life. Drew has been in my life for only a month, and already, his filthy mouth is corrupting me. I love this new side of me—the reckless, carefree me.
Drew: Only if you’ll let me.
Oh Lord.
This here is the reason I’ve been finding it incredibly easy to let him in. He doesn’t push me. The sexual tension tonight has been off the charts, yet when it comes to the physical stuff, he allows me to steer.
However, I wouldn’t mind being in the passenger seat for a while though. I told Drew last night that I need to go slow, but I don’t think slow is a possible speed with him, not with the sexual chemistry that seems to sizzle between us. I don’t even think I want to go slow with him. After living a half-existent life for so long, I want to dive in, headfirst, to the deep end of the unknown.
I want to remember how to live, how to feel, how to breathe again.
I have no idea if I can give him forever, but right now, all I care about is giving him now.
When no more text messages follow, I decide to leave him hanging for a while, and I put my phone back in my purse.
I’m relieved when the cab eventually pulls up outside my apartment complex because I don’t know how much longer I could have lasted with the two porn stars swapping saliva and dry-humping each other next to me. I step on the sidewalk at the same time as Drew and take in his intense gaze on me. It’s almost like a promise—that if I let him, he’ll devour every inch of my body tonight and more.
God, I hope so.
My attention is quickly brought to Kaelyn and Teddy as they stumble out of the cab, and they barely come up for air before they attack each other again while drunkenly falling all over the place. Miraculously, they make it all the way inside to the fourth floor via the elevator and to my apartment door without so much as breaking the kiss.
Once I unlock the door and enter, I hear Drew chuckle beside me. He watches me with a mixture of amusement and horror as Teddy clumsily steers Kaelyn inside my apartment and toward the first flat surface they can find—the sofa. Giggling, they both fall back onto the leather interior before proceeding to strip off their clothes, oblivious to the fact that they’re not alone, oblivious to everything.
As I stand at the doorway, I look at Drew with an air of disbelief. “Are they really going to have sex on my sofa?”
A flash of humor flickers in his eyes. “It sure looks that way to me,” he says.
Just then, I get a glimpse of Teddy’s bare ass while Kaelyn is trying to pull his jeans down his thighs. My mouth gapes open at the very sight.
As I’m about to shout my profanities of disgust at them going at it on the same sofa my kid eats his breakfast on, Drew thankfully steps in. “Dude, that’s more ass than I need to be seeing. At least wait until you’re in the goddamn bedroom, man.”
Wordlessly, without even an ounce of acknowledgment or embarrassment for their animalistic ways, they clumsily make their way to the bedroom.
My bedroom.
A burst of disbelieving laughter leaves my lips at the sound of the door slamming shut, followed by Kaelyn’s drunken giggles and then deep moans.
“What the hell did I just witness?”
Then, to pour even more acid into my already tainted mind, we hear the murmured groans of Teddy bellow, “Yes, baby, stroke the teddy bear. Yes, like that. Like that. Stroke it.”
What. The. Fuck?
“Oh my God,” I shriek as I bury my head into Drew’s chest, hysterically laughing.
Drew laughs along with me before saying, “How about we head to my place while they reenact the porno version of The Teddy Bears’ Picnic?”
I look up with a pleading gaze. “Yes! Now, please.”
Drew drags me out of there by the hand, and fifteen seconds later, I’m inside Drew’s apartment. I’ve only ever been here once, but because I was more focused on Drew’s mouth at the time, I didn’t take any notice of the light-gray walls, the black oak hardwood floor, and black leather sofa with a matching arm chair.
It’s the definition of a bachelor pad; that’s for sure. The apartment layout is similar to mine with the semi-open kitchen and living room in the same positions.
“Do you want a drink?” Drew asks.
I drag my eyes from my surroundings and watch as he makes his way toward the kitchen.
“Do you have any bourbon?”
Whiskey isn’t my normal drink, but after a full-on evening of drinking, I always get the thirst for whiskey. The random craving is probably from when Christopher and I were about fourteen or fifteen years old, and we used to ransack his dad’s liquor cupboard full of various bottles of distilled bourbon.
“Bourbon?” Drew asks with an arched brow, an amused smirk in place.
“Yes. And?” The clicking sound of my heels against the hardwood floor can be heard with every step I make toward the kitchen until I’m leaning my arms against the countertop.
“I just didn’t picture you as a whiskey drin
ker.”
“I’m not. I just like a glass of bourbon every once in a while—usually, once I’m already a little drunk, that is,” I say with a loose smile.
He takes out a bottle of Jim Beam from the overhead cupboard along with two tumblers. “Hearing you ask for bourbon is probably the sexiest thing I’ve heard leave that pretty mouth of yours.”
My smile widens, loving the way my body reacts to the simplicity of his words that roll sexily from his tongue. However, the tingles and pulsations I’m feeling in certain areas of my anatomy aren’t exactly new feelings as of late—tonight in particular.
“Neat or on the rocks?”
“Neat.”
He lets out a little groan. “So fucking hot. You’re a woman after my own heart.”
I let out a laugh as he proceeds to pour a generous amount of whiskey into each glass. He hands me my glass, and I take a long sip and allow the smooth, mellow liquid to flow down my throat, enjoying the way it burns a little along the way.
“Wow, it takes me back every time,” I say with a reminiscent smile.
“A Christopher thing?” Drew lifts the glass to his lips, taking a sip.
“Yes.” I nod, swirling the contents of the amber liquor around in a circle before taking another delightful gulp.
“I think we both lost our hangover virginity to a full bottle of this stuff between us, and let’s just say, it wasn’t pretty.”
He chuckles. “How old were you both?”
“Definitely not of legal age; that’s for sure. God, we were so busted by his mom that night.” I chuckle.
I relay the memory to Drew.
“One summer night, Christopher and I both snuck out after curfew and met at the tree house they had at the back of their yard. I had a blanket and midnight snacks, and Christopher got a bottle of unopened bourbon from his dad’s stash. The tree house wasn’t an average tree house; it was more like a fricking fort with a balcony, a fireman’s pole, a slide, and a wooden swing bridge that attached to a smaller tree house. It was awesome.
“It wasn’t long before we were both wasted and laughing hysterically at everything and anything. We weren’t exactly being quiet, but with the alcohol swimming through our veins, we didn’t have a single care in the world. Well, we didn’t until Alana, Christopher’s mom, popped her head through the door of the tree house, and all hell broke loose. She all but dragged us down the ladder and across the lawn, whisper-yelling at us for being irresponsible and telling us horror stories of people choking to death on their own vomit from the stupid levels of alcohol consumed.
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