Page 93 of Blindside Me
When I’m bare, he pulls back just enough to strip out of his own clothes. His shirt comes off first, revealing the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of muscle that flex as he moves. His jeans follow, and my mouth goes dry at the sight of him, thick and hard and so goddamn ready for me. He kicks them aside and comes back to me, his hands finding my hips, gripping tight.
“You’re mine now.” His voice is rough like gravel.
“Always was,” I whisper back, but he doesn’t let me finish.
His mouth crashes into mine, and I’m lost in the taste of him, mint and something darker, something that’s justDrew. His tongue slides against mine, and I moan into his mouth, my hands roaming over his back. This isn’t just sex. It never was, not really, but we both pretended otherwise.
We can’t pretend anymore.
His hands grip my thighs as he positions himself between them. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Drew pauses, reaches for his discarded jeans, and retrieves a condom from his wallet.
The brief pause does nothing to cool the heat between us. If anything, the anticipation makes it burn hotter. I watch as he tears open the packet and rolls it on with practiced ease.
Then his eyes find mine again.
“You sure?” he asks.
I answer by grabbing his cock and stroking him once before guiding him to me.
Drew groans, the sound vibrating through me as he pushes inside. The sensation makes us freeze, foreheads pressed together, breathing the same air.
“Fuck,” he mutters, voice strained. “You’re so tight. So?—”
He doesn’t finish the thought. He buries his face in my neck and begins to move.
Each thrust is measured and controlled, just like everything else Drew does. But when I dig my nails into his back, when I whisper his name in his ear, I sense that control slipping.
His rhythm falters and grows more urgent. The headboard knocks softly against the wall. The sheets tangle around our legs. Our bodies move together, finding a pace that builds and builds until I’m arching against him, chasing the edge.
“Look at me,” Drew demands, and I do. His eyes are dark, almost black, and locked on mine. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” I gasp, and that’s all it takes for him to lose control. He slams into me, over and over, until I’m writhing and screaming his name as I come hard.
But he doesn’t stop.
He keeps thrusting, slow and deep, dragging out my orgasm. Then he pulls out. His hot breath on my neck makes me shiver. I want to scream, “No,” because I am not ready for this to end.
“Get on all fours.”
Oh.Oh.
My body obeys before my brain catches up. I drop my chest to the bed, ass in the air, and body trembling. His hands grab my hips, fingers digging into my skin like he’s marking me. Possessing me. Then he slides his cock between my thighs, all slick and hot. He rubs the head against my soaked entrance. Little teases that have me biting the pillow to keep from begging.No matter how many orgasms he gives me, it’s never enough. Not from him.
“Is this what you want? You need my thick cock inside you again?”
“Yes,” I push my ass against him, hoping he’ll cave.
He doesn’t.
“If you want more of this, you’re going to have to say it.”
Heat races along every inch of my skin. I can’t take it anymore. At this moment, I’ll give this man anything he wants.
“Please,” I moan. “Please, fuck me.”
This time, he doesn’t make me wait. I gasp as he slams into me in one brutal thrust. My nails rip through the sheets as he starts fucking me hard, his hips slapping against mine. Every stroke hits that spot deep inside me, and I’m shaking, coming apart already. His hands move to my shoulders, pinning me down as he leans over me. His breath is hot on my neck.
“You like that, don’t you?” he pants, his voice dark and hungry. “You like getting fucked like a slut.”
