Laughing, he brushes a strand of hair from my forehead and pushes it behind my ear. “You sure you don’t want to see it?” His tone sounds like he’s joking, but who knows with Drake.
“Yes, I’m sure.” I drag my tongue along his bottom lip, and he opens his mouth for me with a deep groan rising from the back of his throat. “At least until I’m ready. Now, shut up and kiss me.”
And Drake does just that… until I fall asleep in his arms.
Chapter 7
Drake
When I open my eyes, Taylor’s head is on my chest, a soft purr escaping from her lips. She looks so fucking beautiful when she sleeps. Last night was one of the best I’ve had in a long time. I never intended to tell her my secret, but I knew there was no way she would let me in if I didn’t give her something.
My walls come crashing down when I’m with Taylor. She has this way of being so blunt and crass that somehow I become more at ease with her. She’s the only person on the planet who knows I’m still a virgin.
My God, it was so embarrassing telling her the truth. But the sense of relief I now feel makes it all worth it. At least with one person, I can be myself. I doubt my friends and teammates will care, but still, they look at me like I’m a fucking sex god. Like I can have any girl on campus because of my cock. And I probably can.
I’ve had my share of women throw themselves at me over the years. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to lose my virginity, and yet here I am going into the last stretch of college and still can’t get out of my head long enough to pull the trigger.
In high school, when I had trouble with my game, my dad told me all about my abusive asshole of a grandfather. To this day, I’ve never met him because of how he treated my dad and aunt. I could talk to my dad. He would know how to snap me out of this mental prison I’ve trapped myself inside. But I’ve never wanted to talk to anyone about my issues—until I met Taylor.
She stirs in my arms, her lips slightly parted as she backs her ass into my morning wood. I’m rock hard, and with this position, it’s painful to be this close to her. I stare at her, swiping a strand of dark brown hair from her forehead. Her cheeks have a touch of pink to them, her skin a little warm as I brush the back of my hand against her cheek.
I really fucking like her, and that scares the shit out of me. She has balls on her, never backs down from a challenge, or even puts up with my shit. I love the fight in her. Every snarky comment from her mouth makes my cock so damn hard. But it’s not even our sexual attraction that has me so interested.
“Hey,” she whispers, peeking at me with one eye open.
I touch her cheek again, this time with the pad of my thumb. “Morning, beautiful.”
“Morning.” She smiles. “Are you not wearing any pants?”
I narrow my eyes at her. “No, just my boxers. I hate sleeping in jeans. Why?”
“Because your dick is digging into my ass,” she says with laughter in her voice. “Jeez, Drake. That thing needs its own zip code.”
I can’t help but laugh. “And here I always thought girls like big dicks.”
“They do. Well, I can’t say from personal experience, but yours is more than big. I think they need to come up with a new name for yours.”
I have to move around to adjust myself and give Taylor some space. Keeping my dick in my boxers isn’t that easy. It has a mind of its own. Also, I don’t want to freak Taylor out by showing it to her by accident. Not like she hasn’t seen it before, thanks to Becky Big Tits.
I reach for my pants on the floor and fish out my cell phone, sighing at the dozen text messages from Trent.
“What’s wrong?” Taylor asks, sitting up with her legs crossed on the bed next to me.
“Trent. He sent me a bunch of texts asking where I am. I rarely stay out all night.”
“Don’t tell him you stayed here.”
“Why? Are you that afraid to have anyone know you were with me?”
She grips her knees, rocking herself back and forth on the bed as she bites her lip. “No, it’s not that. I’m not embarrassed by you. I just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about us. People think you have sex with every girl on campus, and I don’t want them to add me to that list.”
“What if I could change that?”
I can’t erase all the dumb shit I’ve done over the years. No one will ever believe I didn’t fuck Taylor if I tell them we were together. Then, people will label her as a puck bunny or another one of Drake’s whores.
“How would you do that? It’s hard to change someone’s opinion once it’s formed.”
“You sound like a therapist,” I point out.
