Series: Torn and Bound Duet Series by K. Webster
Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77415 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 387(@200wpm)___ 310(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
His hands find my butt and he lifts me, carrying me over to his bed. When the backs of my knees hit the side of the mattress, he sets me back down and drags the straps of my dress halfway down my arms.
His eyes meet mine, silently asking for permission to continue. Instead of answering him with words, since I’m so nervous, I would probably squeak, I pull my cell phone and credit card out of the top of my bra and set them on the bedside table. Then, I reach behind me and, with trembling hands, unzip my dress slightly, so the straps fall the rest of the way down, exposing my lacy bra.
Drew must see the way my hands are trembling because he takes them both and brings them to his lips, softly kissing my knuckles. The act allows me to take a deep breath, telling myself I can do this. I can be with a man… It’s what women my age do. They hook up, have one-night stands.
After kicking off my heels, I turn around and crawl up the middle of his bed. I should probably remove my dress, but I’m not ready yet. I’ve never been this brazen before, and I almost question if I’m making a fool out of myself, but when I glance back and see the smoldering look in Drew’s eyes, it gives me the courage to keep going. He clearly likes what he sees.
I flip over onto my back and Drew is on me, spreading my thighs and kneeling between them. He palms the side of my face with his strong hand and our lips reunite, his body sinking against mine. He tastes like whiskey and bad decisions, and nothing has ever tasted better.
His lips leave my own and he trails kisses down my jawline and across my collarbone. When he gets to my breasts, he plucks them both out of their cups and wraps his warm lips around one of my hardened nipples. He sucks on it, and it feels as though an electrical current is zapping through my body, straight to my center. I had no idea it could feel this good. I lift my chest slightly, wanting him to continue, and he chuckles against my flesh.
While he laps and licks at my breasts, his hand slides down my body, landing at the apex of my thighs. His fingers trail along the seam of my panties and then dip in between my legs. I spread my thighs farther, assuming he’s going to finger me, but instead he pulls them out and breaks our kiss. He brings his glistening wet fingers to his mouth and parts his lips. “Fuck, you taste good,” he says, making a show of licking my arousal off his digits. “I think I’m going to need a better taste.”
In response, my thighs clench in need. Grabbing the lapels of his jacket, I pull it off his shoulders. He understands my intentions and quickly strips out of his jacket and button-down shirt. His upper body is beautiful. All toned and muscular. He’s got a perfect set of six-pack abs, and that delicious V women always talk about.
He drops his hands to either side of my face, and our mouths mold against each other. I dart my tongue out, moaning when I taste myself on him. He deepens our kiss as I find the button of his pants and undo them. My hands are shaky as I pull his dick out of the hole in his briefs and wrap my palm around his thick shaft. I’ve never felt a dick before. Eighteen years old and I’ve never been with a man like this. It’s smooth and hard, and when my thumb runs along the top of it, it wets it with a sticky substance—precum. I briefly wonder what it would taste like…
Drew drops to the side of me, kissing me and exploring my body, while I gently stroke his dick. I don’t question where this is going, simply living in the moment, until my phone goes off with the theme song from Super Mario World, indicating that Ashton’s calling.
And just like that, the wall I had built to separate myself from my reality crumbles. Standing on the other side is Ashton, my best friend. The man I have feelings for. My heart clenches behind my ribcage, making it hard to breathe. I can’t do this. I can’t have a one-night stand to try to rid myself of my feelings for Ashton. This isn’t me. It’s not who I am.
I’m not my mother, who’s screwed every director, producer, and co-star straight to the top because she views sex as nothing more than a tool or a weapon to get what she wants. I might not have the same intentions, but it’s still the same thing—I’m using him to bury my feelings for Ashton, and that’s not okay.