Like I did that day in her apartment, I curl my hands under her ass, and she wraps her legs around my waist, tits bouncing against my bare chest as I carry her toward the bedroom.
“You’ll be pleased to know that I regret renting such a large suite. More steps are needed to get you right where I want you.”
She snorts a laugh, soft hands interlinked at the nape of my neck.
When we reach the four-poster bed, set in the center of a modern bedroom, I let Drew fall to the mattress.
Silky, dark hair fans out against crisp white bedding, and—Lord have mercy—I feel like it’s my first time having sex again.
Jon Morgan, debut season: forty-nine goals, one hundred forty-three assists.
Because I’m right on the edge of blowing and my dick needs a second to gather itself, I pin my eyes on Drew and slowly unloop my belt in front of her.
She rises up on her elbows, top teeth biting down on a plump lip I want around my cock so fucking badly.
“Do you know how hot that is for a woman?” Her eyes fall to my belt as I pull it from my pants, dropping it to the floor.
I wink at her. “Really? I had no clue.”
She rolls her eyes, and I pop the button on my pants. I swear to God, I can smell her sweetness from here. Or maybe it’s the lingering taste of her perfect pussy that’s driving me wild.
Wearing only black boxer briefs that hide nothing, I stand over Drew and lift my chin at her sleep shorts. “Take them off and spread yourself. Show me what I’m fucking tonight.”
Her mouth falls open, and I wonder if it’s shock, disgust, or excitement. I hope it’s the latter.
“Dirty boy,” she scolds, thumbs hooking under her waistband. “I thought your mama brought you up better than that.”
I grip my dick. “Nah. And there will be nothing classy about the way I’m going to fuck you.” I push my boxers to the floor and let my dick spring free.
This time, I know it’s excitement in her eyes as she takes me in.
“Will …” Drew’s voice is hesitant but needy as she points to my cock. “That is not normal. It’s more of a weapon than a dick. Do they make condoms big enough to fit that thing?”
Fuck. I’ve never forgotten about contraception before, but this girl makes my brain useless.
“I have one in my wallet. If you want me to wear one, then I can.”
When Drew doesn’t automatically say yes, I struggle holding it together, or, more specifically, not fucking blowing my load right here and now.
Holy shit. She wants to go bare with me.
“I’m on birth control, I haven’t been with anyone since I last got tested, and I know you guys are always peeing in cups.”
I feel my chest tighten. After all the girls I’ve slept with, I didn’t think that I could have a first with someone again.
“It’s your call,” I say with an easy smile designed to hide my nerves.
“I think”—she shimmies a little on the bed, taunting me—“that you want to feel every part of me.”
Tossing my head toward the ceiling, I moan out a confirmation. “I fucking hate condoms, and I’ve never been with someone and not worn one.” I fix my attention back on Drew, eyes burning into her. “Going without for the first time with you sounds like a dream.”
I stroke myself once at the thought of her warm pussy without any barriers. Any more, and I’ll come right in front of her.
“I need to see you. How much longer are you going to make me wait?”
She lifts one challenging brow and finally does what I originally asked.
Like a good fucking girl.
