Swiping a dark strand behind her ear, I kiss her forehead. With her eyes closed, she stirs in my arms and mumbles my name under her breath. I’ve never been so happy to have a woman in my bed. Lying next to her, watching her chest rise and fall as she breathes, is perfect. My life has never felt so complete.
A wide grin turns up the corners of my mouth when she opens her eyes for a few seconds and smiles. She challenged me to make her fall in love with me, but I think she’s the one who’s working some kind of magic on me.
Taylor traces a line down the bridge of my nose with her index finger, stopping when she reaches my lips. We stare at each other for minutes. It’s the first time she’s touched me, and I didn’t feel the need to rip off her clothes. Well, that thought is always in the back of my mind, but not at the moment.
Taylor slides her thumb along my bottom lip, puckering hers at the same time. My heart thumps out of my chest, overcome with a strange mixture of emotions. She makes me so nervous yet excited, all at the same time. It’s such a weird feeling. No one has ever produced this reaction from me.
Her skirt rides up her thighs as she squirms to get comfortable. This simple movement causes too much friction, and before I can stop it, my dick is hard.
“Drake, we can’t tonight,” she says.
“I wasn’t planning on it, either. It just kind of happened. I can’t help it.”
She sits up with her long legs stretched out in front of her. “I didn’t even do anything.”
“It was how you were moving.” I stare at her legs again, and she notices this time. “It also doesn’t hurt how hot you look in this outfit.”
“Then give me something else to wear.” She tugs at the tight top. “I can’t sleep in this, anyway.”
“You’re staying the night?”
She nods. “Unless you want me to leave.”
“No, you’re staying. I just thought you’d want to take it slow. Our friends don’t even know we’re talking to each other. We might get a lot of questions in the morning.”
“Bex knows.” She brushes her fingers along my arm. “Don’t worry, though. I didn’t tell her you’re a you-know-what. Just that we’re seeing each other in private.”
She slides off the bed, fixing her skirt over her thighs. Turning away from me, she walks over to my dresser and opens the top drawer. “Where do you keep your shirts?”
“You could have just asked,” I say, getting off the bed.
She spins around to face me. “Seeing as I know all of your secrets, I didn’t think it was a big deal to go through your drawer.”
“It’s not.” I grab a Strickland Senators tee from the hanger in my closet and hand it to her. “I don’t have any secrets anymore. At least, not with you.”
She peels her top from her stomach, slowly lifting it over her head to drop it onto the floor. She’s not wearing a bra, and just seeing her big tits and pert nipples makes my dick hard all over again. Fuck.
“And now that I know your darkest one… I don’t want to make a habit of hiding anything from each other. Be honest with me. Always.” As I move toward her, Taylor sits on the edge of my dresser and lifts her legs in front of me. “Take this off for me, would you?”
My pulse quickens as she arches her hips to help me slide her skirt over her hips and down her thighs. I can’t resist her, not when she looks this good. Spreading her legs with my hands, I drop to my knees and peel back the thin fabric of her panties, teasing her slit with my finger. As always, she’s so wet for me.
“I’m still hungry,” I tell her. “But I know you’re not in the mood.”
She groans in response, bucking her hips toward my face. “Touch me, Drake. Please. Don’t listen to what I said earlier. I can’t stand having you this close without you touching me.”
I quickly remove her panties and bury my face between her legs, kissing my way up to her pussy. She smells so damn good I need a taste. And when I roll my tongue over her clit, she practically strangles me with her thighs.
“Oh, Drake,” she says, fisting a handful of my hair. “Mmm… keep doing that.”
I lick her pussy like it’s my last meal, slipping my tongue between her wet folds. She tightens her grip on my hair. But I don’t mind because I can’t get enough of her. She can choke me all she wants. At least I know I’ll die happy and with a smile on my face.
Her body tenses as I lap up her juices, sliding my fingers in and out of her slick pussy as I suck on her clit. She’s so close I can feel it. Her pussy milks my fingers, holding them like a vise.
“Drake,” she screams, this time loud enough to hear through the wall.
I grip her ass cheeks with both hands to devour her and worship her like the fucking goddess she is. And when she comes, it shakes right through me. Her entire body trembles, beads of sweat dotting her forehead and chest. She arches her hips one last time, so damn greedy for more of my mouth, and that quick movement knocks the mirror attached to the dresser into the wall I share with Trent and Tucker.
Still holding onto her, I lift my head to watch as she comes down from her high. She leans her head back against the mirror, mouth open wide and eyes shut tight. Slowly, she releases her grip on my hair, but I don’t move a muscle. I have the best view in the house.
