Page 63 of Fearlessly Us

“Fuck,” I moan out, little sparks of pleasure darting through me. And when he slides his hands around my back and unhooks my bra, throwing it on the floor on top of my sweater and taking me right back into his mouth, my legs tremble, and I wonder how it can already be so good. I’ve never felt anything like this.

“So sweet,” he mutters, sucking harder and rolling my other nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to hold me on the perfect edge of pleasure and pain. “Fucking flawless. Wanna taste all of you. Every fucking inch.”

I tangle my fingers in his hair as his mouth blazes a trail over my collarbone, back to my nipples, before he slides down the bed and sinks to his knees, looking up at me with lust in his eyes as his hands find my hips, fingers curling into the waistband of my pants. “Can I?” he asks, voice gritty and eyes locked on mine.

I hesitate for a split second, so disconnected from that part of my body it’s hard to imagine anyone wanting to get close to it. But Drew more than wants it. He looks eager. Desperate. Pleading, almost, and I feel myself nod.

“Words, Caitlin,” he says, thumbs stroking maddening circles over my hips. “I need to hear you say the words.”

“Yes,” I manage, the slight movement of his thumbs settling my blood to boil. “Please.”

Drew’s lips turn up in a feral grin as he pops the button on my pants and drags the zipper down, tugging them off in one single motion. “Fuck yeah, baby,” he rasps, eyes flashing in approval like he likes what he sees. “That is the sexiest underwear I’ve ever seen, but it has to go now. I’m dying to see all of you.” He slides his hands up my thighs and tugs off the lace thong before pushing my legs apart, staring down at where I’m bared to him.

My legs clench slightly, my instinct to close them, but Drew holds them open with a gentle hand on each knee. The look on his face is something resembling awe, like he can’t believe he gets to be here. See this. And knowing he feels that way about me has my whole body coming alive under his gaze. “Look at you.” He runs a finger over my orange toenails with a smile then drops his head to kiss my ankle, my knee, lips sliding up the inside of my thigh. “Pink and perfect and already dripping from the way you came for me. Can’t wait to feel you come again, right on my tongue.”

Before I can say anything, he spreads me open with his thumbs, pressing his mouth to my pussy and dragging his tongue over me slowly. Teasingly, almost. But it’s enough to have my hips rocketing off the bed, my lips stuttering out on a breathy “Shit.”

“Holy fuck,” Drew mutters, pressing his tongue to my clit and wrapping his arms around my legs, holding me wide for him. “You taste fucking insane. Wanna do this forever. Live with my tongue in this gorgeous cunt.”

“Drew,” I murmur on a moan, his name the only word in my vocabulary as his filthy praise sets me on fire, and then I practically detonate when he pulls my clit into his mouth and sucks hard. One of my hands flies down to yank at his hair, the other twisting in the comforter, anchors in the storm of pleasure rocketing through me. And it doesn’t let up as he alternates between licking and sucking, his mouth hot and wicked, the noises he makes as he eats me so obscene it ratchets my own pleasure higher. And when he brings a hand down, ringing my entrance gently with one finger and pressing his thumb to my clit as he lifts his head to look at me, eyebrow raised in wordless question, my whole body quakes. Because the fact that he would know to ask chases away any residual fear, leaving me almost breathless.

“Yes,” I say again, infusing the word with as much meaning as I can because it’s all I can think. Yes, I want this. Yes, I want you. Yes. Yes. Yes.

“Gonna make you feel so good,” he says gruffly, pushing a finger inside me slowly, eyes glued to mine like he’s checking for even the slightest discomfort. There isn’t any though. Not now. Not with him. He groans when I clench around him and bends to circle my clit with his tongue. “Can’t wait to feel you come all over me,” he mutters, fucking his finger in and out of me in shallow strokes, working me over with lips and tongue and teeth until my hips are moving in time with his mouth, jerking against him as my eyes blur and pleasure coils tightly in my belly.

“Fuck,” I cry out. “Oh my god, Drew, shit.”

“That’s right, Princess,” he says, voice muffled by my pussy, and if I wasn’t so out of my mind with the need to come, I would probably laugh. “When it’s my mouth on you, my tongue making you drip for me, you say my goddamn name.”

Sliding his free hand up my thigh, Drew finds my hand twisted in the blanket and pushes his fingers through mine, winding our hands together, and the sweet moment in the midst of all the hot and wild makes my heart stutter, fingers flexing in his even as my hips rock against his face.

“Ride my face, baby,” he mutters. “You take exactly what you need. Always want to give you what you need. Take care of you in every fucking way.” Drew curls his finger up gently, and when the shock of pleasure has me sobbing out a breath, he does it again, his dark chuckle low and raspy as he sucks hard. “Come for me, Catie. Now. Wanna taste you all over my tongue.”

I cry out his name as I come. Practically scream it, my legs shaking violently as I break apart into a thousand pieces, one hand clenching his and the other twisting his hair as he works me through it. His tongue and his finger never slow until I collapse back against the bed, chest heaving and heart hammering in my ears.

Drew pulls his finger from me and stands slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. The fact that his hair is a mess from my hands, the bottom half of his face wet with my arousal, would be hot enough. But when he lifts his hand, sucking his finger into his mouth and letting out a low moan like I’m the best thing he’s ever tasted, my body feels like I’ve taken up residence on the surface of the sun.

“Best thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire fucking life,” Drew says, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, but losing patience halfway through and tearing the entire thing over his head like getting naked with me is his singular goal.

“Oh holy shit,” I mumble, my eyes glued to him, tracing his broad shoulders and the complicated spiral tattoo on his bicep, the curves and divots of his perfectly sculpted muscles. The line of hair disappearing into his waistband and the V-cut I want to lick.

“See something you like?” he asks with a smirk, flicking the button on his pants and tugging down the zipper, letting the pants hang open on his hips in a way that is so sexy I almost pass out.

“You can’t possibly be real,” I manage, and then I practically swallow my tongue when he pushes his pants down, leaving him in a pair of tight black boxer briefs, massive erection testing the limits of that thin cotton barrier. “Like, honestly, you look like a fucking statute. Were you carved by a god or something?”

Drew laughs and takes a flying leap onto the bed, landing on top of me on all fours and dropping his mouth to mine. Despite the fact that his mouth was on me two minutes ago and I can literally taste myself on his tongue, the kiss is light with laughter, lips moving and tongues dancing, and it’s a kind of joy I didn’t realize was possible when I’m completely naked on the far side of two orgasms and Drew’s massive cock is pressing into my hip.

A kind of joy I’ve never felt before.

The kind I think might only exist with him.

“Was it okay?” Drew murmurs the question, mouth leaving mine to press a kiss to each corner of my lips before he lifts his head to look down at me. And the fact that he asks has a kind of ache tugging under my ribs. A rightness I’ve never felt before settling over me, even in a moment I’ve never been more vulnerable. “I mean, you soaked my face and moaned my name and I’m almost positive you screamed, so I’m pretty sure that means it was okay but…”

He trails off, uncertain, and I lean up, pressing my lips to his. “It was perfect,” I say, running my hands over his sculpted shoulders and down his back, watching as he shivers. Fucking shivers, oh my fucking god. “But I definitely didn’t scream.”

Drew grins, rolling us in a flash so I’m sprawled over him, one arm banded around me and the other hand coming up to tuck my hair behind my ear, then resting on the side of my neck, thumb under my chin to keep my eyes on his. “Yeah, you did. You totally screamed. Caitlin Parker is a certified screamer.”

Narrowing my eyes at him, I sit up, situating myself right over his cock and grinding down slowly, bringing my hands up to flick my nipples and roll them between my fingers. Drew moans, and I feel like the most powerful woman on earth. But when he thrusts up into me, reaching up to grip my hips, I sit higher on my knees, just out of reach, smirking when he lets out a strangled groan. “You want to try that again, Pretty Boy?”