I’ve worked myself up to the point I’m not sure if I’m trying to find the truth in his words or the lies… it’s a fucking mess. I’m a fucking mess.
Turning to my side, I punch my pillow into submission and stare at the empty side of the bed, trying to remember what it was like to share a bed with the love of my life.
I tried to picture him there like he had been so many nights before, but it's been so long the image is faded and distorted even in my mind, and doesn't that just say it all? Closing my eyes, I remember the first time we shared a bed.
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2 years ago
We barely made it inside Drew’s apartment before his lips were on mine. Hard and demanding, he captured my mouth in a fierce kiss that had me practically weak in the knees. Jesus, the dude can kiss.
I kick the door closed with my foot just in time for him to body-slam me into it. Pain radiates up my spine for a second when my back collides with the hardwood, but I'm far too distracted by his mouth, which is now wandering down my neck.
I hear him take a long inhale at the juncture of my neck before his deep, graveled voice murmurs, "Fuckkkk, you smell so good." It feels like he's talking straight to my dick, which is now doing some kind of twerk in my jeans, trying with all its might to burst through the denim to applaud his new friend.
Realizing I've been standing like a mannequin this whole time, I quickly move my hands to his hips and start pushing up the dark blue henley he wore tonight. My fingertips barely brush against his skin, and I swear I get a jolt of electricity that Drew must feel, too, because a shuddered groan leaves his lips, which are now pressing against my Adam's apple.
"Off," I manage to whisper before continuing to push at the material hiding all that glorious skin from my view. Thank God he takes a step back without hesitation and, with one hand, rips the shirt over his head. The move really shouldn't have been as sexy as it was, but yet again, my dick is doing a choreographed dance to Christina Aguilera's 'Dirrty'
Deciding I’m no longer going to be a compliant participant, I move off the door and push Drew deeper into the house, still coated in darkness.
I mutter against his lips, "Bedroom Cap… now!" hoping my tone conveys my urgency, but in case it doesn't, I move my hand down, over the very significant bulge in his jeans, and squeeze it through the thick denim material, pulling another of those low groans from his throat.
“You gotta stop doing what you’re doing so we can actually move.” Well, he has a point, but he smells and tastes so good that I don’t want to stop.
“I changed my mind,” I whisper, beginning to lick a path across his stubbled jaw and down his throat, determined to commit the taste of him to memory, nibbling the skin as I move to capture his nipple in my mouth and biting down on the hardened tip.
“Oh fuck, that’s so good,” Drew’s voice is raspy with arousal. He puts his hands on my head and goes straight for my hair, loosening the tie, holding it together, and watching it fall around my face. Wasting no time, he tangles his fingers through the loose locks, tugging when I bite too hard on his flesh.
“Fuck yes.” My words come out in a hiss at the tug of pain on my scalp, which only spurs me on to do it again and again, leaving little marks all over his chest in my wake.
I continue my way down his sexy body. I need to kiss every ridge of his fucking incredible abs. This guy has abs on abs, and I wanna lick every inch of them. Dragging my teeth over his flesh has him hissing on his next intake of breath, and I feel a shudder roll through him. Well, well, I think Drew is ticklish.
I need to save that knowledge for a different time. I don’t want to kill the mood with a fit of laughter. So, I move forward with my actions. Dropping to my knees, my eyes flick up. I can see how his pupils are blown wide, almost eclipsing those golden irises, as I nuzzle his cock through the fabric with my nose.
“You like to tease, don't you?” Drew practically growls.
“Then, tell me.” He looks down on me, confused. “Tell me what you want, Cap,” I clarify.
His expression goes from puzzled to blazing in a matter of seconds.
"Undo my pants." His voice has this rugged, demanding tone now that has me almost ready to salute the fucker. I do as I am told without hesitation.
"Take it off. All of it." Jesus Christ, I'm gonna cum in my pants. This is so hot. I can't take my eyes off his intense gaze, and I end up fumbling with his shoes. Heat rushes through me at the sight of his Adonis belt.
Those deep grooves are like a landing strip leading down to impossibly solid thighs and the most lick-worthy cock I’ve ever seen. I want to kiss it, but just as I’m about to, I feel his hands tightening in my hair and jerk my head in his direction.
“Nuh-uh, you wanted to be told what to do. Did I ask you to do that?”
“Fuck Cap, that’s so hot.” Is my dick getting harder? Is that even possible? I don’t think so, but I’ve never been this hard in my life.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart.” A moan escapes me after hearing his endearment. “Now show me how much you want to taste my cock.”
Leaning forward, I can't help myself. I lick a strip along the juncture of his thigh and inhale his scent there, where it smells most like him. The musky scent is so addictive I want to fucking bathe in it.
“What are you waiting for, pretty boy?” he asks, pulling my hair again. His words cause a stream of precum to drip from my cock as I run the tip of my tongue over his pulsing head, and his taste bursts on my tongue. I groan like a man that has been starved for months on end.
I’m turning fucking feral as I engulf him in my mouth and hollow out my cheeks sucking long and hard. The weight of his dick on my tongue, as it pushes into the back of my throat, makes me groan around him.
