Strum Your Heart Out (17 page)

As long as Drew is touching me, I'm sexy. Every part of me.

His tongue slides over my sex.

I let out a slow exhale. It's so strange and wonderful all at once. His mouth is wet and warm. It's soft but the pressure is intense.

All that need whirs around me. I close my eyes and dig my hands into Drew's hair. Not to guide him or hold him. Just to make sure he knows how fucking good I feel.

He licks me from top to bottom and back again. He sucks on my lips. Soft at first, then harder. Harder. I let out a low groan and tug at his hair.

There.

He does it again. Again. He lavishes my other side with the same attention. He draws zig zags over me with his tongue.

I've come before. Some with the ex-boyfriend. Some by my hand. Okay. More than some.

But this is a whole other level of bliss.

Every one of my nerves is on fire. Every part of me feels alive.

Drew's tongue slides over my clit.

Oh, hell yes.

I tug at his hair. Every flick of his tongue sends another wave straight to my core. I buck my hips and he buries his face between my legs.

Licking.

Sucking.

Biting softly.

I'm lost in the feelings he's stirring inside me. It's so intense I can barely stand it.

He flicks his tongue against my clit. It's hard and fast. And then it's exactly where it needs to be.

I surrender to the warm, wet sensation of his mouth. It's better with every flick of his tongue. Better, better, better, until I'm there. I'm at the edge, about to come. The pressure inside me builds to a crescendo.

I groan. "Drew."

My sex clenches. Almost. Every flick of his tongue pushes it higher and higher.

I scream his name. "Drew, Drew, Drew."

And then I'm there. I come in waves. Pleasure spreads through my body, bouncing off every single one of my nerves.

I use his words. "You're amazing."

He groans an "I know" into the skin just above my hipbone and kisses his way up my body, stopping at my chest to flick his tongue against my nipples.

Oh, hell yes.

That want spreads through me again. I need to feel him. I need him tugging at my hair and screaming my name as he comes.

Drew plants his lips against my collarbones. My neck. My chin.

And then he kisses me. He tastes like me. It's strange, but it only makes me want him more. It only makes me more desperate to feel him inside me again.

He pushes himself up and locks eyes with me. "Are you on birth control?"

I nod. "Still on the pill."

"I'm clean."

"Me too."

He drags his fingertips over my stomach. "If you want to be careful, I can get something."

"No." I pull off his t-shirt. "I want to feel every inch of you."

"Fuck yes." He plants his hand right above my shoulder. His eyes find mine. "Say my name like that again."

My cheeks flush. I shake my head. "You'll have to make me."

His eyes flash with desire. He kisses me hard and drags his fingertips over my breasts. "You're asking for it now, Kendrick."

I explore the muscles of his chest with my fingertips. "And what am I asking for?"

"Coming until you scream."

"I better ask for it again."

"Until you can't take it anymore." He sucks on my lower lip. "You taste so fucking good."

He bites my neck.

I groan.

"And you sound so fucking good."

I reach for his jeans. There's the button. And now it's unbuttoned. Zipper, unzipped. "
You
sound so fucking good."

He slides out of his jeans. Then the boxers. It's dark but there's just enough moonlight to cast a gorgeous shadow over the hard lines of Drew's body.

He grabs onto my thighs. My chest tightens for a split second. And then it relaxes.

Drew pries my legs apart. He moves closer. The tip of his cock brushes against my sex. A desperation builds between my legs. I need him inside me. It's the only thing I know. The only thing in the entire world that makes a lick of sense.

He thrusts, entering me. I can't help but gasp. He feels so damn good. I drag my hands over his chest, taking in every contour of his muscles.

He shifts, going deeper. Then he shifts back, until his cock is at my tip again. He rocks into me, filling me again.

Again.

Again.

I shudder. This is exactly where I need to be.

I look into Drew's eyes. His expression is heavy with desire. It tightens the knot building inside me.

He adjusts my leg, pinning it to my chest the way he did when we were stretching. "I want those behind your head."

I nod.

"I want you pinned to the bed so you're totally at my mercy."

He slings my other leg over his shoulder. My back curls. My ass shifts into the air.

And there I am, pinned and totally at his mercy.

He plants his hands outside my legs and thrusts into me. It's hard and deep. It hurts for a minute and then that drifts away.

Drew holds my gaze as he fucks me. His breath gets heavy. He moves faster. Harder. I let out a groan when it's just right.

"Drew," I breathe.

He keeps the same rhythm. Every thrust brings me closer. I scrape my nails against his chest.

"Drew," I groan his name again.

God help me, I love the sound of it on my tongue. I love the flash of need in his eyes when I say it. The way he goes harder. Deeper.

I can't bear to keep my eyes open. It feels too good

"Drew," I groan.

He sinks into me, pushing my legs all the way behind my head, pushing my ass further into the air.

He thrusts into me again. Even harder.

Even deeper.

All I can feel is that perfect tension. It aches in the best possible way. I lose control of my breath. I claw at his shoulders and back.

"Drew, Drew, Drew."

The pressure hits its peak. More and more. So much it hurts.

An orgasm overtakes me. I come in spasms. Pleasure spreads out from my core.

He sinks into me. Harder. Deeper.

His breath strains.

He's almost there.

Drew is almost there and there's nothing in between us.

I pull my eyes open to watch the ecstasy build on his face. His teeth sink into his lip. His eyelids press together. He squeezes the sheets between his fingers.

He groans.

There.

I can feel him come inside me. It's amazing. His cock pulses. My sex clenches instinctively.

Drew lets out a dreamy sigh. He kisses me, sucking hard on my lip. I dig my hands into his hair, holding his mouth against mine.

He's mine.

Whatever we are, he's mine.

And I'm his.

And I'm not about to ask any questions that will ruin how good this feels.

He shifts, unpinning my legs and collapsing next to me in one fluid motion. His fingertips trail over the space between my breasts. "You want to come again?"

I shake my head. "I'm spent."

"Too bad." He wraps his arms around me and pulls me closer. "I'll have to get you tomorrow."

I pinch myself.

Still awake.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Drew is on the couch in his boxers, hands wrapped around a PlayStation controller, messy hair falling in every direction.

"You want eggs for breakfast?" he asks without looking up from the TV.

"Cereal is fine." I descend the stairs and take a better look at his game. It's colorful and bright. Not one of those gritty shooters where you take out wave after wave of zombies.

I stare at him for a minute, trying to figure out what I want to say about last night, what I even think about last night.

The words never stream together, but it sure is nice looking at Drew. The muscles in his shoulders tense and soften. His biceps too. The forearms. He's pressing his fingers into that controller with so much attention and care.

Dammit, I need to get ahold of myself. I pour a bowl of cereal, fix a cup of tea, and take a seat at the table.

Drew pauses his game. He pats the spot on the couch next to him. "What do you think you're doing so far away, Kendrick?"

I scoop cereal into my mouth. "Eating breakfast." No way any words are going to stream together if my body is pressed against Drew's. I'll be lucky if I can manage anything more complicated than
don't stop.

"You eating dry cereal again?"

"I like it this way."

"Eat it over here." He turns back and makes eye contact. "I won't bite." His eyes light up. "Unless you're into that."

Yes. Please. All. Freaking. Day.

I chew my cereal and swallow hard. I need control of my senses.

I like him too much.

Drew rises from the couch. The light streaming from the window falls over him just so.

It's wrong how sculpted his body is. The way his tattoos curve over his muscles like they're highlighting every delicious line. Right now, he's not my best friend. He's pure rock star perfection. A wet dream come to life.

And he wants me next to him.

"I fixed your phone screen. Took a few pictures to test it." Drew motions to my cell phone on the kitchen table.

I play it cool. "I should check for myself."

"Do."

Sure enough, the screen is replaced. It's easy to forget that Drew is a computer geek at heart. I look up at him. "Do you keep replacement screens in your room?"

"About a dozen. A lot of broken iPhones on tour. It comes in handy."

"So they're going with you in April?"

"This really what you want to talk about?"

I shake my head as I navigate to my photos. Sure enough, there are half a dozen pictures of Drew. None are naked, tragically, but they come close. From his lips all the way to the driving-me-out-of-my-damn-mind trail. Okay. That really doesn't have a good ring to it.

He's fucking yummy. And he's right here. In front of me. Dammit, I'm only human. I can only tell that flutter between my legs to shut up so many times before it takes over.

I join him on the couch. He pulls me onto his lap, spreading my legs so they're hanging outside his. Then he grabs his controller and turns his game back on.

The hell?

"I'm not sure what arrangement you had with your last roommate, but I'm not big on watching people play video games."

He slides the controller into my hands. "Try it."

"I'll be terrible."

"It's easy." He drags his fingertips over my shoulder, stopping at the straps of my tank top. "And I need my hands back."

It's warm in here. It didn't feel this warm two minutes ago, but all of a sudden it's way too hot to be wearing clothing.

"It's a fun game," he says. "And the villain looks just like Aidan, our manager. He has a suit and a ponytail and this pompous fake accent. Actually, the villain is lot more pleasant than Aidan."

"That's very special."

He pulls the strap of my tank top down my shoulder. "You're a Lombax with a robot best friend." His hand goes to the controller and he presses a few buttons. "Triangle to switch guns. O to shoot. X to jump. Kill the bad guys. You know they're bad because they're big and ugly."

His hand goes back to my waist. He plays with the bottom of my tank top, pushing it up my stomach. His lips flutter against my neck.

"Drew," I breathe. "I'm not going to have any concentration available to play this game."

He slides his hand under my tank top. "Why is that?"

"Gee, I wonder why." Concentration is a distant memory. My body is kicking my brain out of the driver's seat, and it's going to be one hell of a ride.

Drew laughs. He presses his lips against my neck. It's a soft kiss and it sends a shock wave straight to my core.

"You'll appreciate it later." He slides my tank top up my stomach and over my chest and head.

It falls in a heap on the floor.

Drew drags his fingertips over my arms. He pulls my hands from the controller and tosses it onto the floor. It skids until it hits my tank top. Quite the combination—video games and Drew. But, then, anything and Drew is an excellent combination.

I close my eyes and exhale deeply. My body relaxes into his. He lifts my ass and pulls my pajama pants to my knees. They fall to my feet. Another heap on the floor.

His fingertips trace the edge of my panties.

"I like these new rules." His voice is thick with desire.

I rub my ass against him. "What rules?"

He drags his fingertip over my sex, pressing the fabric of my panties against me. "Touching you whenever I want." His thumb is pressed against my clit. "Wherever I want." He drags his other hand up my waist and over my chest. "However I want."

Uh-huh. I have the faintest sense that this is important, but it's awfully hard to think with his hands on my body.

I force myself to concentrate on his words. "Is that right?" I ask.

"Yes, it is." He tugs at my panties.

"And what if we're at the bank? Are you going to start fingering me in line?"

He pulls my panties to my knees. His teeth scrape against my neck. "Why would we be at the bank?"

"The store, the beach, whatever."

His fingertips slide over my inner thighs. There's not a hint of self-consciousness left in my body. I want these rules. I want Drew touching me anywhere, everywhere, any way he wants.

"If that's what I want." His thumb rubs against my clit. "Then, yeah. In line at the bank, at the beach, in a club, in my car. Anywhere."

Pleasure builds inside me. He's making a convincing argument. I've spent a long time not being touched and now Drew wants to touch me anywhere, everywhere, all the time.

It would be criminal not to agree.

I nod. "Okay."

"Just okay?" He nips at my ear. "You can do better than okay."

He slides his fingers over my clit, rubbing me a little harder, a little faster.

And then he hits just the right spot.

I gasp. "Yes. There."

"Here?" He does it again.

Yes, there. Absolutely there. Pleasure shoots through me. It's so much, so fast I can barely take it. My breath hitches. I pant.

"Yes." I arch my back.  I pant. "I agree. Whatever you said, I agree. Just don't fucking stop."