Breaking Free by Alexis Noelle Page B

tightening around me. They move down my back until they reach my ass and his fingers dig in. I can feel him under me and I grind against him, forcing a moan from both of us. I kneel on the couch and lower my zipper while he watches my hands intently. I hook both of my fingers into the waistband of my jeans and slowly inch them down, painstakingly slow. His eyes are showing me the effect that I’m aiming for. Drew looks tortured, passionate, and pissed off all at the same time.
    I stand up, taking my time removing my jeans. Slowly crossing my arms over my torso, I grab the hem of my shirt and lift it over my head. Drew reaches out to touch me but I back away from his grasp and shake my head. He balls his fists at his side, grudgingly giving in to me. For now. I sink down to the floor in front of him and run my hands up his legs. I graze my fingers over him and he inhales sharply.
    I gaze up at Drew underneath my lashes. “I want to touch you, but I want you to touch me first. I want to feel your hands inside me and come apart all over you.”
    His eyes ignite and he wraps a hand around my neck, pulling me up to him. Our mouths join and his fingers immediately dip underneath my lace boy shorts. He groans, “You are always so wet for me. Fuck, you don’t understand how hot that is.”
    He pushes inside of me and I arch my back in pleasure. I’m kneeling over him and my legs are shaking from the intensity of the situation. After he’s brought me to the edge twice today, without any relief, I’m almost there already. He moves his mouth from mine and kisses a slow line across my jaw and down my neck.
    I pull back and look at him. “No marks.”
    He laughs but doesn’t answer me. He continues to kiss me, tracing the cleavage created by my bra. His fingers begin to move faster and I can feel my whole body tighten. “Now, I want it now.”
    I come apart yelling his name. I can hear his zipper coming undone and he lifts himself off the couch a little. Before I can open my eyes, he pulls me down hard on top of him. The instant feeling of fullness and my oversensitive flesh almost causes me to come again. I place my hands on his shoulders and take the initiative to try to maintain the small amount of control I’ve had. I slide up him and then let myself crash back down on him, each time sliding up more and coming down harder.
    “Fuck, yes. Now ride my cock and make my come, baby. Show me what you can do.” He says it like a challenge.
    Challenge accepted. I move frantically up and down, side to side, then rest my arms on his knees and arch my back while I ride him. This angle makes the feeling so much more intense and he feels like he’s going deeper into me. His hands grab my hips and he lifts me up and down on top of him while also driving into me. It feels amazing and I come once more.
    My body feels like jelly but he is still relentlessly fucking me. I feel his whole body tense beneath me before he groans and I feel his warm release fill me. I collapse against his chest, feeling like I might never regain the energy to move again. That’s when Drew acts like himself and ruins it. He lifts me off of him, depositing me on the couch, and stands up. “You did good.” He smacks my ass as he walks toward what I can only assume is the bathroom.
    Ugh! I tried to assert myself and take control for once, and somehow I feel like I never had it at all. I grab my clothes that are on the floor and pull them on. Am I an idiot for putting up with his shit? I would have certainly never taken anything like this from anyone else. So why is it okay when he does it? Because he can touch you. Because he makes you feel alive. Because you’re an idiot and you care about him. I know that all of that’s true and it really scares me. Thank God that his band is doing a fifty state tour because I need some space from him to figure out what the hell I want.
    He walks back out of the bathroom and smiles at me. “I can get used to that, James,