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DREW
I’ve tried sitting. I’ve tried standing. I’ve now resorted to pacing the small aisleway at the end of my bed. Nash is out there watching a video I swore I would never show anyone. But he looked right through me with those brown eyes of his and I had to come clean.
I have been holding back. Iamscared. I’ve been hurt time and time again by the people who should love me regardless of my flaws. This makes me shutdown. It makes me cautious. It makes me wonder if I’m being fair to Nash because I may never be able to give him all of me.
I may not be able to tell him how I feel but I can show him. I can give him that video. He can see that I have always had faith in him. He’s always been someone that caught my eye and not just because he’s a good football player.
“Oh god what have I done?” I drop my face into my hands and groan.
The door to my room opens and Nash stands silently in the doorway. His chest heaves as he stares at me with dilated eyes and his mouth a thin line.
“Let me explain,” I say. “You’re upset with me. You probably wanted to play somewhere else and I…I shouldn’t have intervened like that. I’m sorry.” I drop my head and start twisting my bracelet around my wrist.
He steps inside but doesn’t remove his hand from the door knob. “You have five seconds to walk out this door. If you choose to stay, you aren’t leaving until I’m done with you. One…”
My pulse quickens with each second that passes. There’s no part of me that wants to leave the room. You will have to take me out of here in a body bag before I go anywhere without seeing what Nash has planned for me.
“Five,” he says, slamming the door and locking it.
“Do you want to talk about the video?”
Shaking his head, he says, “Can’t.” He walks toward me, removing his shirt as he goes.Breathe, Drew. Deep breaths. He steps out of his gym shorts and peels his socks off his feet.Do not look at his dick. Do not look at his dick.Too late. My eyes flutter closed and I swallow down the pool of saliva in my mouth.
He puts a shaky hand on my arm when I begin to take my shirt off. “No. I want to do it.” His fingers skim my rib cage as he lifts my shirt over my head causing me to shiver."You're beautiful, baby," he says, grazing his fingers over my breasts.
My stomach spins as his lips meet mine. The kiss is so passionate I have no choice but to hold on to him. I grip his shoulders while his tongue tangles with mine. He breaks our kiss and slowly starts working his way down my body. A moan escapesme when he plays with one of my breasts with his hand and the other with his mouth.
He slips his fingers into the elastic band of my pajama shorts I threw on when I got home from the game. Slow hands move down my thighs as he strips me of my shorts and underwear. Kissing me again, he picks me up around my waist and lays me down on the bed.
He brushes my hair off my face and then rests his forearms on either side of my head. The silence in the room adds to the jitters I feel beneath my skin. He’s staring at me like it’s the first time he’s seen me. Maybe that’s true. Now he understands why I was so angry at him when we met at the bar.
It wasn’t because I didn’t think he was good enough. It’s because I know he’s the best.
He drops his head on mine. “What you did…I can’t put into words what I’m feeling right now but I'm going to do my best to show you.”
“Okay,” I whisper. He kisses me again. This time, he presses the full weight of his body against mine. The heat of his skin warms me from the outside in. His erection glides through my center making me moan against his lips. There’s nothing that separates us but the thin cotton of his boxers and it still feels like too much. I want to feel everything.
Shifting down my body, he hums in appreciation. There isn’t a spot on my skin that isn't worshipped by his lips, teeth, and tongue. His hands caress my breasts and I try my best to stay still but I squirm with desire and my need forhim.
Nash smirks before swirling his tongue around my nipple and sliding his fingers through my wet slit. He drags his teeth over my breast while pushing two fingers inside me. It feels so good I can’t stop from digging my nails into his back and shoulder.
“That’s it, baby. Mark me. Tell everyone who I belong to,” he says, playing with my clit and pumping his fingers faster.
“Nash,” I moan, rocking my hips when he hits me in the perfect spot. "Please don't stop." He holds my gaze as my back bows off the bed and my toes curl from the start of my orgasm.
Whimpering, my eyes close as my pussy strangles and pulses around his fingers. He doesn't stop moving them until my legs go limp.
"I love watching you come and hearing you say my name while you do it." Nash stands and removes his underwear before crawling back between my legs. While on his knees, he glides his dick through my release, rubbing the head against my sensitive clit.
His muscles ripple with every thrust. It’s very erotic to watch him watch us. He tightens his grip on my thighs and increases his speed. Occasionally, dipping the tip of his cock inside, teasing me. “Are you going to come for me again? I know you can figure out how, little fox.”
The ridges of his cock slide against my clit in a sawing motion but I need more. “I want you.” My words are barely audible.
“Youhave me, baby. Come for me and I’ll give you what you need. There you go,” he says, his jaw tightens as my legs begin to shake. “I wish you could see how pretty your pussy is when it’s begging for my cock.”
He bites down on his lip and the veins in neck strain as he holds off his own orgasm. The thought that I’m the one who’s making him struggle for control pushes me over the edge. Groaning, I strangle my comforter in my hands as I ride out another orgasm.
