Page 51 of April Renegade

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

NOVEMBER 10, 2012

I’d never felt so high in my whole life. Nervous and giddy and impatient and—God, every inch of my skin was alive for him.

Drew’s cheeks were flushed as he pressed his cheek against my own in the dim light of his bedroom. His wavy hair was damp with sweat, and his breaths were shallow and hot. He stared at me as I skidded my fingertips down his bare, sweaty back. He gasped when I squeezed his ass from under the covers, then lunged at me. My tongue flicked at his, and when I pulled back for air, I nipped at his lip ring on my way back down. He let out a throaty moan of pleasure, and I knew he was ready to go again. Which was good—because I didn’t know how much longer I could wait for him to take me.

The night was perfect in all the best ways, albeit unexpected—whenever I’d daydreamed about singing at a live show before Drew entered my life, I would have never thought that my fantasy would end with me in Drew’s bed, begging him for his touch and pleading with him to fill me up.

Drew nuzzled into my neck. “You’re sure you want this?” He laughed huskily. “I swear I’m not trying to talk you out of it.” His voice became serious. “I want you to want it…I don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anyth—”

I put an end to his rambling by tenderly pressing a kiss to his forehead. Drew always smelled like something warm and spicy, and I wanted to roll around in it, even with him coated in a fine, salty layer of sweat. I tilted his face to meet mine and kissed him deeply on his swollen, delectable mouth. Ran my tongue along his bottom lip with a small, purposeful groan which told him how badly I needed him. The last thing I wanted was for him to worry about whether I was uncomfortable or unwilling. Still, my heart warmed at his gentlemanly intentions. I was well aware that many people—couples or fuck buddies, or whatever—didn’t have that kind of communication. My parents certainly didn’t. I shoved the thoughts of them down and away. There was no room for their interference in my safe space.

Drew placed his rough hands on either side of my face and kissed me softly. He looked up at me and said, “I never thought I’d get so lucky. You’re—shit.I feel weird saying this to you, but you’ve become so important to me, Ash.” The last part was barely a whisper, and then his gaze flicked away from me. I cupped his chin to bring him back.

“I’ve never known anyone like I know you, Drew.”

He huffed a laugh. “Not even Sean?”

I rolled my eyes. “Sean and I are close. But notthisclose.”

Drew snickered into my neck. “Asshole.”

In a flash, Drew’s body was on top of mine. One of his hands pinned my arms above my head, binding my wrists together with his strong fingers, and a low grumble sounded from his throat. My pulse picked up speed and I hissed through a wave of ecstasy. Drew teased me underneath the covers; finally allowing his need to take over and his doubts to fall to the wayside.

“Idolove your ass,” he purred.

Drew pinned me down a little harder as I shifted my hips up to rub against him. My bones ached, craving the friction. He grazed his teeth down my body slowly, inch by inch, biting me on my chest, my rib cage, below my belly button, and on the tender dips of my waist until I whimpered from the torture he was obviously basking in. My hands clenched against his hold, itching to dig my fingers down his back and pull him in closer.

My dick twitched as his hand fondled my sack, and I couldn’t control my back as it arched from the contact. Drew panted heavily and let my wrists go. He sat up and fumbled around in the semi-darkness until he found where I’d discarded the lube.

With my arms free, I sat up so I could run my hands down his bare thighs. Drew let out a rough exhale as I heard the top of the lube open. Before squeezing any into his hand, he leaned into me.

“I’m going to let you lead me,” he said roughly, trying to keep his composure. “Stop me if it’s too much?”

“Okay.” I ran both of my hands over his hips and down his thighs once more, then laid back down on the pillow.

Drew ripped the covers away from us, then pried my thighs apart and bent my knees up so that I was completely exposed to him. He settled in between my legs with a contented sigh. We moaned in unison as our cockheads brushed up against each other. Somehow, he was harder than he was when I’d sucked him off. I was practically drooling for him. I rubbed both of us at the same time in urgent, languid strokes that had Drew dropping his head back for a moment before he came to and resumed positioning us.

He gripped me behind my knees and hauled my legs up around his midsection. Drew reached for his pillow and tucked it underneath my ass while I continued stroking us. I could have easily come for him like that, but I didn’t want to. I needed all of him; I had been fantasizing about this moment for weeks.

Every wicked sound he made had me working us harder and faster in my hands. A rumble came from his chest and if I thought I’d been impatient before this, well, I’d been mistaken.

“You’re incredibly needy for me, aren’t you?” he asked.

“If you think otherwise, you haven’t been paying attention.”

He leaned forward once more to meet my lips, and I met him in the middle with fervor. Drew desecrated my mouth in a way he’d never done before; he pressed into me so hard, I knew I’d surely be bruised come morning. His hot tongue darted into my mouth and moved with my own in a perfectly choreographed dance.

The second we parted for air, I was begging. “Drew,please.I can’t fucking stand this anymore. Take me, or I’m going to flip you over and take you.”

I expected him to punish me for my words—in the most thrilling way, of course. His eyes were wild, and I knew he was contemplating his next move.

Drew eased back a little and put some of the lube on his fingertips.

“You like touching me so much, then put some of this on me while I finger fuck you.” His voice deepened to an octave I wasn’t aware he could reach, the order and his words steady and firm, and holy hell, I’d do whatever he wanted me to. An exhilarating shudder ran through me as he thrust the tube into my hand.

As soon as I’d gotten some lube in my hand, he adjusted us in a swift movement that I envied. If I’d been on top, I wasn’t sure I’d have been so graceful. Right as I slid my slick hand around his length, he pressed half a finger into my hole. I lurched forward at the pleasure one of his knuckles brought.

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