As if those words were a command, my fingers drop to the waistband of my jeans, readying them for him. Drew growls in my ear as I push my ass into him, and he watches my quick work over the button.
Before the zipper is even fully down, he steps backward, dipping his hands underneath the fabric on either side of my hips and pulls them down as they take my thong with them.
"Fuck," he mutters.
Without needing to be asked, I step on the back of each shoe, kicking them off, grateful that I decided on the zip-up combat boots this morning and not the ones that lace up the front. Once they're tossed to the side, I step out of my jeans and wait for Drew to make his move.
When he remains still behind me, I look back at him over my shoulder.
"What are you doing?" I ask, suddenly vulnerable with my bare ass on display.
He licks his lips. "Fucking memorizing this."
A heat creeps up my cheeks as I turn back around, hiding his words' effect on me. Seconds later, Drew shuffles behind me, and I move my hips, desperate for his touch.
Just to tease me, he lines the tip of his cock up with my middle and slides it up and down, my body already slick for him.
"Is thisimagetoo much for you?" he asks, his free hand brushing down the center of my back. "This attitude?"
I moan in response, pushing back into him as he continues his taunt.
"Answer me, baby."
"No," I blurt out. "God, no. Just… more."
With that, he shoves into me, filling me in the most satisfying way, my walls clenching around him like a lifeline.It's been too damn long.
I cry out, muffling my sounds by pressing my mouth into the back of my arm braced on the wall in front of me. "How about that?" he huffs out at the same time, buried inside me but agonizingly still. "Does that feel too fucking young for you, Brooke?"
"No," I pant, now even more needy. "Definitely not." When he stays motionless, I take matters into my own hands, shifting forward and driving back into him.
Drew groans, his hand flying to my hair. He wraps it in his fist and pulls me toward his chest. At this angle, his cock hits me in the most delicious spot, and once again, he's in control.
"Turn around," he whispers in my ear.
"What? But—"
He drops my hair and pulls out of me completely, leaving me empty and desperate.
For him.
"Turn around."
I do as I'm told, and before I can question him again, he picks me back up by my waist and shuffles forward. He pins my shoulders to the wall once more, only this time, I don't unwrap my legs. With one arm still holding me, he takes his other hand and lines his cock back up with my entrance. I settle onto it as he releases some of my weight, and the pressure from this position shatters me in the most welcomed way.
Pulling the hair at the nape of his neck, I stifle my sounds by baring down on his shoulder. I should probably care more that the last time we were in here someone walked right in, but I can barely remember my own name with Drew inside me.
"Look at me," he says, still pumping in and out.
I lift my head, my gaze landing on the same heated eyes that saw through me ten months ago. Drew drops his slick forehead to mine, and my hands drop to his biceps that are bulging from holding all of my weight not pinned to the wall. "I want this," he pants desperately. His eyelids fall shut as his breathing kicks up. "I want this," he repeats almost to himself.
His words bring me closer to the edge, and Drew's speed increases as my mind races.
This.
Thisis the Drew that I met ten months ago.
Thisis the Drew that I see when I'm with him.
