Ahead of the Darkness (18 page)

“Jesus!”

“Oh, God!” We groaned in unison.

“Trousers!”

“Trousers.” Drew echoed in agreement.

Our mouths didn't stop their furious pace as Drew lifted me off the counter, squeezing my ass tight. He walked with me wrapped tightly around him to the couch and we awkwardly collapsed over the armrest, still attached at the lips.

I released my hold from around his waist and reached between us to undo his belt, the angle making hard work of it. Drew lifted himself up on his arms, hovering over me, and slowly tried to detach his lips from mine. He continues to pepper me with kisses until I laughed, and pushed at his chest.

Drew stood up, hastily stripping off his shoes and trousers before I’d could get to my own zipper down. I looked up and struggled to hold onto a coherent thought, my hands stilling. I took in every inch of his breath-taking body, and stared, transfixed as Drew’s hand slowly came down to stroke himself, and a bead of pre-cum pooled at the tip. I squeezed my thighs tight. The throbbing became almost unbearable, slowly tearing my eyes away, I looking up at Drew’s fervent expression. His eyes were already devouring me as he leaned forward. I held on to the armrest when Drew gripped my pants, removed the last of my clothing in one swift swoop, almost falling off the couch in the process.

Feeling all of a sudden vulnerable, I instinctively tried to pull my legs together and scoot backwards off the armrest to hide.

Drew had other ideas. His hands ran up my thankfully freshly shaven legs, holding me in place. Anne’s words popped in my head as Drew moved up my inner thighs. “
Make sure you shave dear, everywhere.” “Everywhere?” “Oh, yes, dear. Everywhere.”
I was rather grateful at that moment that I did take the time to shave a little, if not all.

Gripping my thighs tight, he shifted me so my ass was flat on the edge of the arm of the couch, but before I could overthink it I brought his face to mine, swallowing his moan as I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him against me. The friction was incredible as he rubbed himself up against me and I got lost in the sensation. Drew pulled back, the same time I lifted my hips up, and in one hard thrust, buried himself deep.

“Oh, God!”
Fuck.
It hurt so good.

“Ah, fuck, love! Ye good?” I took a minute to adjust, panting slightly, before I could respond, and nodded quickly, rolling my hips up to confirm.
Oh God!
Yep, I was good.

He slowly stroked me from the inside, rocking his hips back and forth at a leisurely pace. The slow build-up was excruciating and Drew looked pained, as if he were struggling to hold back. So I tucked my heels under his arse for leverage and increased our pace, meeting him thrust for thrust. Drew groaned, gripping my hips harder and started grinding me faster, angling my hips up to hit that sweet spot.

“Ah fuck.” Drew echoed my sentiments. “I'm nae going to last.”

He tried to slow the pace, but wanted none of that, and rocked, even faster into him.

“Harder!”
I just need ...

“Ah, Jesus!” I could feel how close he was.

He took a hand off my hip and licked his thumb, brining it down between us. He started to rub my clit furiously, and that was all it took. My body went off like a rocket. The intensity of his pressure sent shockwaves to my very core, and I could feel my muscles constricting tighter around him.

“Ah God, I need to pull out.”

“Fuck, don’t stop. It’s good, I’m good, we’re good, oh ... God!”

I came so intensely that I had to dig my fingernails into Drew’s arse, just to be able to hold on and ride it out. He came just as violently, mere seconds after me and we collapsed back on the couch, completely spent. Drew moved his head slightly, my erratic heart beat against his cheek and he smiled. I absentmindedly stroke his hair, still enjoying the aftershocks.

I was consumed, completely.

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"L
isa?" I dropped my schoolbag by the hall table and closed the front door. “I'm home early. My English teacher went home sick, and they let us leave. Lisa?”

She should be here ... unless? I smiled to myself at the thought of some birthday surprise and eagerly entered the kitchen, but nothing. Lisa clearly wasn’t home. I shuffled over to the fridge to feed my disappointment when something rustled under my shoe. I found a crumbled Post-it on the floor.
Strange.
I picked it up and went to toss it in the bin, but something caught my eye. I straightened it out to find a note.

Hey gorgeous girl,

Don't stuff your face, I'm taking you to your favourite restaurant but I got called into work, so I will pick you up around six. Happy birthday, sweetheart.

<3 Lisa.

Why ... why was it crumbled up? My heart started to beat faster as I looked around the room, confused. Did she change her mind? Or was this the rough draft? I looked on the fridge for a fresh copy, but saw nothing.

My skin started to prickle with an odd sense of dread as I made my way to the stairs. I crept up them at an agonising pace, my heart hammering faster with each step I took, and with every creak they made I became more on edge ...

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I
jolted awake. My eyes instantly locked on to a familiar beam running along the roof, and I vaguely registered a warm body pressed up against my side, and a solid arm flung over my stomach. I tried to slow my racing heart as flashbacks of the night before started to replace the nightmare, reminding me exactly how I’d ended up naked and deliciously sore in Drew's bed. My fingers went to my still swollen and tender lips. The memory of our first kiss lingering on them, so rough and heated, still consumed me.

My head was splitting into a million pieces, and my stomach rolled as I took three painful, deep breaths, and looked to the side. I wasn't sure if I should have been relieved, slightly excited, or apprehensive. The arm did indeed belong to a very naked Drew. My heart rate instantly picked up as the full ramification hit me like a truck. I'd spent the night having crazy and, if I was honest, rather incredible sex with my ... boss. Baiser!

A glutton for punishment, I couldn’t help but take advantage of his sleeping form, absorbing as much as my greedy eyes could handle. His wavy chocolate hair was a tangled mess. It almost reached his gorgeous hidden eyes. Thick black lashes rested on his high cheekbones. His nose, on closer inspection, looked like it had been broken once or twice, but it didn't ruin the perfection of his face, it made him just that little bit more real, more attainable.

My eyes lingered a little longer on his full, slightly swollen, mouth-watering lips. My traitorous body shuddered, remembering how he’d capture my mouth as I’d come. Blushing slightly, my eyes travelled the length of his naked back. My fingers itched to run along the sleek, toned planes of muscle that slowly rose and fell with each breath he took. The sheet haphazardly covered his firm, rounded arse, but I could just see the tips of the claw marks I'd left, and the sexiest dimples I'd ever seen.

My mouth was suddenly dry. I needed to avoid the awkward
good morning
and leave before I succumbed; waking Drew up for round two ... or was that four?
No, that would be bad
, I told myself, repeatedly. I couldn’t remember why, at that moment, but I slowly slid out of bed all the same. Drew's idle fingertips left goosebumps along my ribcage as my body moved out from his grasp.

Unfortunately, I couldn't suppress the shudder his caress created, even in his sleep, which caused Drew to stir and roll onto his back, semi-erect—
oh God!
I clamped my eyes shut tight, biting my swollen bottom lip. I quickly swung my legs off the bed and sat up, much too quickly. The night’s alcohol propelled my stomach to smash repeatedly into my brain, settling in my throat. Before I could regain my momentum and stand, a warm hand circled around my wrist and I froze. My breath caught when Drew let go of my wrist to run a finger up my arm. I slowly turned my head to the side to watch the path his finger ever-so-slowly made up and over my shoulder. Drew lingered just long enough for me to look to his face. His eyes were smouldering with desire, and he continued to trace my spine all the way down, stopping short of my cheeks to trace their curve. The next thing I knew, Drew's hands had grabbed my hips, pulling me under him and pinning my arms above my head.

"Were ye sneaking off without even a good morning?”

I couldn't think. All I could do was shake my head. Clearly unconvinced, Drew narrowed his eyes at me, igniting my brain back into gear, but before I could get a rebuttal out he'd covered my mouth roughly with his, and I was once again putty in his hands.

"I'm not done with ye yet," Drew stated, matter-of-factly.

He kissed me again, but with a gentleness I hadn’t felt before. It was almost ... sweet. Before it became too much, his lips left mine and travelled over my jaw, sucking and nibbling his way down my neck. My blood was on fire at his leaden pace. He kissed me with such ... reverence, not missing an inch as he continued his torturous pace along my collarbones. I shuddered when he licked the little indents there, and I felt his mouth smile on my skin.

“Are ... oh ...” His lips kept moving lower still. “Are you ... trying ... to ... to torture me?” He paused at the swell of my breasts. “I guess ... I deserve it, for last nigh ... AH!” I gasped as he sucked one of my nipples into his mouth and licked the very tip with his tongue, rendering me silent.

“That’s better. We’ve done naught but talk for months. I’m done talking. I should’ve done this when I had ye in my arms that first time. I’d nae seen anything as hot, as you in naught but my shirt. Actually, this. Here. You in naked, under me ... in my bed ...” He gyrated his hips against me, making us moan. “Aye, nothing hotter than that.” I got his point, loud and clear.

“Now, where was I ... oh, aye?”

His mouth came down on my other nipple, eliciting another moan from me. I was barely breathing and he had hardly touched me. As if he’d read my thoughts, his hands let go of mine and moved down my arms and along my neck to palm my breasts. He had me exactly where he wanted me, and knew I was in no way able to run.

His tongue worked my nipple as his fingers moved alone my sides. His mouth quit the delicious torture, and traced a similar path as his fingers had made over my ribcage with his tongue. He lingered around my navel, tracing circles, and I wriggled under him, struggling to handle the sensation. With Drew between my thighs, it was impossible to relieve the tension that he had built between them, but I still felt the need to squeeze my thighs together, subsequently, squeezing Drew. His fingers gripped my middle tight as he trailed his tongue even lower.

“Stop.” I was breathing too hard, and my head was spinning too fast. “I cant ... too much ...”

“I’ve nae even started yet.” He laughed against my lower abdomen, sending shivers along my body.

“I’ve nev ... I don’t ... like it.”

“What? This?” He licked from my navel to my hipbone, scattering my thought pattern. “And this?” He licked a dangerously low line to my other hipbone.

“No ...”

He laughed again, his stubble driving me even crazier. I reached up and grabbed his head by the hair, and lifted him up. His eyes were laughing. I could only imagine the pained look on my face while one of his hands went to my knee, and up my inner thigh. I fought to find the words to tell him to stop.

“Ye dinnae really want me to stop. Ye’re trembling with need. I can see it. Smell it ...”

His fingers wound in the little patch of curls, and then slid between my lips. My muscles clenched at the feeling.

“... feel it. Ye’re wet, and want this as badly as I do. Let me give it to ye.” He went to dip his head to me, but I held on.

“YES, I want you, but not like this ... Can’t, can’t we just ... fuck?”

My heart stilled at the same time Drew did, and restarted at a breakneck pace when he lifted his gaze back up to me. He pierced me with a look I didn’t understand, his eyes creasing as he searched my face.
Disappointment, confusion, annoyance, hurt?
I couldn’t say, but it unnerved me greatly.

“I ...” I had nothing, no words as he continued to stare right through me. I had to look down. It was too much. It was all too much.

“Mia? Look at me.”

I couldn’t. I didn’t.

“Mia ...”

It was the gentleness in his voice that got me. I took a shuddering breath and looked up. His beautiful eyes were so sincere and sweet that mine started to blur.

“Baby.” His hands came up to cup my cheeks. “I’ve got ye.” And he did.

He kissed my lips and I closed my eyes at the tenderness of it, my walls crumbling. Drew released my quivering lips to kiss the single tear that had escaped each of my eyes.

“I’ll go slow, okay, love?” he whispered in my ear, kissing behind it.

I just nodded, my throat not wanting to work at that moment. Once again Drew just seemed to ... get it, get me.

His pace was slightly quicker this time as he kissed down my body again. He made sure to kiss each of my nipples and my belly button; it made me smile. The smile died when he kissed just above my pubic bone. My heart was racing at an unhealthy speed, and he raised his eyes to mine as if to ask permission. I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded my head slightly.

That was all he needed. He smiled the biggest smile I had ever seen, and my heart stuttered as he parted my trembling thighs wider. He continued to kiss each of my hipbones, nipping at them in turn and the tops of my thighs, all the way to one of my knees. Drew moved his mouth to my inner leg and slowly, with open-mouthed kisses, worked his way up. I was clawing at the sheets by the time he reached the apex and kissed me, dipping his tongue between my lips. He licked all the way up until he hit my clit, and I gasped as he sucked it into his mouth.

Oh holy mother of ... ah sweet ... fuck
!

I was once again rendered incoherent as Drew continued to tease my clit with his mouth, sucking, licking, and gently biting it. I was unravelling, and fast. The ferocity of sensation was overwhelming. My whole body was starting to pulse with my impending orgasm, and just when I thought it couldn’t get any more intense he slid two fingers in. My back bowed and my toes curled when his finger pushed up on my G-spot, shattering me completely.