“I’m a student,” I whispered so close to his lips, they almost brushed. “Nowhere near being a chef, yet.”
My breathing hitched as he cupped my neck. I stilled at the heady realization that once his lips touched mine, there was nothing or no one to stop us. Excitement and terror pulsed through my veins and made the room spin around me.
“But you’re mine, Sara. All . . .” He kissed my chin and dragged his lips down my neck. “Fucking . . .” My body sagged from the wet, open-mouthed trail of kisses across my collarbone. My fingers threaded into Drew’s hair as his lips and his tongue continued their pursuit, devouring every inch of skin before reaching my earlobe. A whimper escaped me when he clutched my hips and pulled me even closer. He was warm, beautiful, and hard—everywhere. I rocked back and forth, savoring the friction of his pulsing erection against my clit. He growled and lifted his hips to meet the movements of mine. It’d been so long, and I wanted him so much. Every cell in my body buzzed with want.
“Mine. All mine, baby.” His hands drifted down my back and landed on my ass, grabbing both cheeks and slowing the rhythm down to an aching pace.
“Kiss me,” he hissed, his eyes dark and hooded.
I crashed my lips into his, still writhing on top of him and moaning into his mouth. Heat pooled between my legs and seeped through my leggings. Before I knew it, my back fell onto the couch cushions and Drew leaned over me, his breaths heavy and quick. “We don’t have to do anything you aren’t ready for.” He gave me a slow, sensual kiss as he settled between my legs. “I just want to make you feel good.” His hand drifted up my shirt, cupping my breasts and making soft circles around the outline of my nipple, now rigid and piercing through the lace of my bra. He brought his lips back to mine, delving his tongue across the seam of my lips before sliding it inside with deep strokes. A throbbing grew in my core and rippled up my spine. Drew was about to make me come by only kissing me.
“Drew,” I groaned his name. My hips bucked off the couch, searching for the release my soaked and swollen core cried out for. He smiled against my lips before tracing the waistband of my pants, slipping one finger inside the stretchy fabric and gliding it along my stomach. I gasped into his mouth as his fingers moved lower, inching inside with a tentative touch as if waiting for the point I’d tell him to stop.
I broke away from the kiss, my cheeks hot and damp. “Touch me. Please, Drew . . . touch . . . oh, God . . .”
His hand glided over my slick flesh, his thumb drawing sweet and slow circles around my clit.
“Sara,” he grunted as his calloused fingers slid inside me. “You’re so fucking wet . . .”
“Harder, Drew. All of it, harder.” A guttural moan escaped him before he pushed the hem of my shirt up to my neck and pulled at the lace of my bra until I spilled over the cups. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, pulling at the bud with his teeth.
“So beautiful,” he murmured as his tongue trailed to my other breast, tracing circles around that nipple before closing his lips over it. The silk of his tongue, combined with the bristles of stubble around his lips, was an overwhelming but delicious contradiction. I wanted his mouth all over me. My hips bucked off the couch, urging him lower, but he wouldn’t budge. Drew rained open-mouthed kisses down my chest and over my stomach as his hand moved between my legs, drifting back and forth over my soaked folds. My clit was hard and swollen under his thumb, and one more little circle would make me fall apart underneath him. Was this what it was like to be worshipped? To have your body glorified by a man’s touch? My sex life was a fuzzy memory, and from what I could recall it was . . . nice. Drew’s lips and tongue tracing every crevice of my body wasn’tnice—it was mind-blowing. My legs didn’t quiver, and I didn’t ache to the point of torture before Drew put his hands on my body. Sex with this man would ruin me—as if he didn’t ruin me enough already.
“All right, Gorgeous. I’ll give you what you want.” He hooked his thumbs on the sides of my panties and inched them down my legs, over my knees, torturing me with his mouth all the way to my ankles until he pulled them off and threw them on the floor. I peered down at Drew’s grin as he flattened his tongue and gave me one long lick. Sounds I didn’t know I was capable of fell from my lips as ripples started up again in my spine.
I sat up on my elbows and watched as Drew’s tongue zigzagged along my core, touching a different sweet spot each time. My eyes blurred at the hot as hell sight in front of me. I grabbed a fistful of his hair as I cried out his name. I was right there, so close it hurt, but as much as I squirmed, he never upped the friction. He ate me like a delicacy, but I wanted to be devoured. I wanted lips, teeth, and punishing tongue as he possessed me. Sweat poured down my face as the fucker gave me a smile. His hooded eyes locked with mine as he wrapped his lips around my clit and sucked hard.
“Jesus, Drew . . .” My head fell back as he inched it out of his mouth and then latched onto it again—only harder.
“I always knew you’d be sweet like this.” He twisted two fingers inside me and pulled them out, my body jerking at the loss. He grinned, his lips and chin soaked with what he did to me. “You love my mouth, don’t you, baby?” he whispered against my core, peppering kisses all over me before sliding his tongue all the way inside. I mewled, unsure of how much more of this I could take.Holy shit,I was about to split in half.
Drew’s fingers dug into my thighs as he thrusted in and out, the muscles in his arms tense and bulging as he held my body in place.
“Tell me, do you like this?” He swirled his tongue around my clit, drawing out a desperate whimper as any words I had were gone. “Or this?” His tongue once again plunged inside me as he pressed his thumb onto my clit. My whole body went stiff as I shattered into a thousand pieces.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me. All of it.” His lips found my clit again, licking and sucking until my legs flailed back and forth, my body limp and spent. His throaty chuckle rumbled against my stomach before he crawled up to give me a slow kiss. I always avoided kissing after a man did that to me but tasting myself on Drew’s tongue sparked tingles between my legs.
“You’re gorgeous when you come. I can’t wait to be inside you.” His words fanned against my neck, making every little hair stand straight up.
Once I could open my eyes, I dove right for his belt buckle, unable to open it with my quivering, impatient hands.
He caught my wrist and shook his head. “Not tonight.” My hands dropped to my sides.Not tonight?Drew was so hard he wasn’t only tenting his jeans, the inside of the zipper jutted out of his fly and seemed ready to burst open.
“This was about you.” He flipped us over, bringing me back on top of him. “When we . . . get there, I’ll own you, and you’ll own me.” He tapped my chin and brushed my lips, peering at me with more adoration than desire this time. “And there’llreallybe no going back.”
Sara
“THIS IS GOINGto be the longest semester ever,” Valerie, one of the other internship students at the restaurant, lamented as she took a long pull of her beer. She somehow convinced me to have a drink at the bar next door after our shift was over. I thought it would be just us, but she invited our boss, Aaron, on the way out. He sat beside us, quietly sipping from his beer mug. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up when I felt his focus turn to me for most of the night, but I did my best to ignore it.
“It’s going to be harder, that’s for sure.” I nodded while playing with the label on my own bottle of beer. “I like that we’re finally getting to the good stuff. All the dishes we made tonight, we’re finally doing more than just observing. It’s exciting.” My mouth split into a wide grin before taking a quick swig. I meant every word. I was still assisting but getting a real feel of what it would be like to be a chef. The fast pace, the intensity, I loved it all.
My intention was to nurse one beer for a little while and head out. Instead of making excuses when one of my friends or classmates asked me to come out anywhere, I tried to oblige, within reason. I was exhausted and only wanted to hang out with my bed tonight, but thought making a quick appearance wouldn’t hurt. I never felt socially obligated before, but I liked having friends, or at least people I was friendly with.
“I like the excitement, Sara.” Aaron smiled at me, and again, something about the way his eyes lingered made me uncomfortable. His father officially owned the restaurant, but Aaron managed the employees. He was a sweet guy, slightly shorter than me and on the stocky side. I’d noticed as of late he was overly attentive to me. He’d taken to lingering in the back when I was working, attempting uncomfortable small talk. I could have killed Valerie for asking him to join us. I’d lost count of the managers who’d hit on me during all the waitressing jobs I’d had, and I always set them straight right away. Sometimes they backed off, but many times they made my life hell to the point I had to look for something else.Something elsewasn’t an option for me. I needed this internship and job for the next few months, and I hoped ignoring Aaron’s staring and the skin crawl it caused would work for the time being.
I offered a stiff smile back and diverted my attention toward the back of the bar. It was different than Night Owls, more sport than student-oriented with giant TV screens covering most of the walls. My eyes scanned the room and widened when they landed on something familiar. Or someone. Drew sat at one of the tables in the back with what looked like Carlos and Brian next to him, and a blonde girl on his lap. She threw her head back in laughter at something he said and nudged his chest. I reached for my beer and downed almost half as I glared at the awful scene unfolding in front of me. The air stilled in my lungs, but I couldn’t look away. She was gorgeous and cozy as she snuggled against him, her arm draped over his neck, as if they’d done this a million times before.How could he do this?
“Sara, something wrong?” Aaron dropped his hand to my forearm and squeezed. I mumbled a no before my eyes darted back to the bar counter in front of me.
