Drew slid into the limo leaving the door open to me and I climbed in after him. The entire evening on the rooftop had felt magical after bumping into him. He seemed different too, as if he truly meant every thing he said, every compliment paid in earnest. This Drew was different. He wasn’t the childhood bully or the jerk who got upset and went off on me because I locked myself in the room in that cabin. This version of Drew felt more real than any I’d met before. Maybe I was meeting the real Drew for the first time.
“You really meant what you said?” I asked him, shutting the door. The limo didn’t move though; it stayed parked right in front of the Cox Media building with the engine running.
“I tried telling you that at the cabin, Cici.” Drew’s fingers gripped my hand and pulled me closer and I slid across the bench seat and onto his lap. Sure we’d fucked in that cabin a few weeks ago, but now? Here? He thought I was just going to strip down and let him fuck me in the back of his limo when my boss could rock up at any second?
“I’m not sure about this…” I glanced at the darkened window and squirmed a little but Drew’s hand slid between my thighs and rubbed my mound through the jeans I wore.
“Come on, have a sense of adventure…” His coaxing was erotic, his thumb finding my sensitive nub and pressing on it. It made me tense with want, and I remembered how he had mastered my body, drawing words from my lips I never thought I’d say.
"Drew," I whispered, my voice shaky with desire as his digits danced devilishly over the fabric that was now wet with anticipation. He looked at me through those naughty, lustrous eyes of his, a smirk pulling at his lips as if he knew he had already won this battle.
To our right, the driver's partition was raised, separating us from him. The dimmed lights in the back of the limo neatly concealed our actions but didn't mask the heat between us. I bit my lower lip, aware of the thrill that pulsed through me. If anyone saw us... But then, he had always known how to push my boundaries, twisting my caution into audacious pleasure. Drew was a master at this game, knowing precisely when to pull away and then come back even stronger. His fingers continued their enticing journey, my denim barrier offering the barest resistance to his determined advances. My breath hitched in my throat as I realized that Drew might not be the only one eager for this illicit encounter.
"I see you're warming up to the idea," Drew murmured, a glint of victory playing in his eyes. He traced the zipper of my jeans with his fingers, adding fuel to the fire raging within me. I closed my eyes, submitting to the sensations his touch elicited. His warm breath brushed against my neck, followed by soft kisses that had me arching into him.
"Maybe I am..." I admitted, my voice barely a whisper. My hands found their way to his hair, gripping the strands as his lips moved lower, leaving a trail of heat wherever they touched. Drew's fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. The anticipation was almost unbearable and when he finally tugged down the zipper, an audible gasp escaped my lips.
"Drew," I whispered again, but it wasn't to stop him this time. It was a plea for more, a surrender to his sultry seduction. His smirk broadened into a devilish grin as he slipped his hand inside my jeans. My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest, matching the rhythm of Drew's fingers as they expertly explored the intimate terrain beneath his touch.
"Easy," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. His voice was as intoxicating as his touch. It felt like we were spinning in our own world, a cocoon of intimacy and desire that pushed the reality outside the limo windows farther away. “You want me to finger your pussy, Cici? Want me to penetrate you and make your juices puddle on my palm while you shake around me?”
“Fuck… Drew…” I grinded my pelvis against his hand, needing him inside me. My hands gripped his shoulders, and I thrust my hips forward in a desperate plea. His fingers guided me, directing my body to his rhythm, his pace.
"Patience, darling," he chastised gently, his voice laden with amusement. But I was out of patience. I wanted him, needed him. His teasing was driving me wild and I was on the precipice of letting go. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it loose from his pants and running my hands up his toned torso. My fingers grazed the hard muscles of his abdomen and Drew's breath hitched as I circled one nipple with my thumb.
He growled low in his throat as he once again took control, his fingers sliding inside me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, my head falling back. The sensation was exquisite, Drew’s fingers were unyielding and demanding, exploring me with a hunger that echoed my own. His palm gently rubbed my clit while his fingers delved deeper, beckoning that explosion of pleasure that was starting to ripple through me. The heat from his body seemed to surround us in an unbreakable cocoon, the world outside forgotten as I surrendered to him.
"Drew," I panted, as I felt him push deeper inside me. My body was on fire, the heat between my thighs growing with each delicious thrust of his fingers. His thumb kept up the relentless assault on my clit, teasing and tormenting me in all the right ways.
"Fuck, you’re so pretty when you’re riding my hand, Cici..." he murmured, his voice thick with desire. The sound of my name falling from his lips sent another wave of pleasure coursing through me. He leaned in close, his breath hot against my neck as he placed a trail of kisses from my collarbone to my ear.
"Shit," I whimpered again, desperate for release. His fingers quickened their pace, becoming an exquisite torment that was driving me to the brink of insanity. My body became a live wire, every nerve ending pulsating with a need only Drew could satiate.
“Tell me when you’re close…” he said, his voice barely a whisper against my ear. The lustful urgency in his tone made my heart pound faster in my chest. His fingers twisted and turned inside of me, hitting all the right spots with an expertise that left me breathless.
“Now… Drew, now…” I managed to gasp out. Within seconds, my world exploded into a kaleidoscope of indescribable pleasure. His fingers continued their relentless pace, milking every last shudder as I climaxed around him. My body convulsed, waves of pleasure rippling through me like the aftershocks of an earthquake. "Oh god," I moaned, clinging to him as he rode out my orgasm with me.
Drew didn't let me catch my breath. His fingers withdrew from me, leaving a feeling of emptiness that was soon replaced by another wave of pleasure. He moved in close to whisper in my ear, "Your turn to please me now, Cici."
With a swift maneuvering that took me by surprise, Drew withdrew from my body and brought his fingers to his lips and sucked them clean.
“Show me how you can take control,” he challenged. His voice held that same intoxicating allure, sending a shiver of anticipation rippling through my already sensitive body.
With slurred thoughts and shaky hands, I reached for the zipper of his jeans. His arousal was evident, straining against the confines of his denim prison. I could feel the heat radiating from him even before my hand touched him, and when it did, a jolt of electricity raced through my veins. He released a guttural groan as I slowly unzipped his jeans and freed him from the tight fabric. His length was hard and pulsing under the palm of my hand, a testament to the desire he held for me.
“You’re a tease, Cici…” he breathed out as I stroked him slowly, relishing in the way his body quivered under my touch. I reached down to cup his balls, earning another grunt from him. “Dirty girl…” he murmured in approval when I began to knead them in my hand.
"Love it when you're dirty," I teased, mirroring his earlier words. His eyes, clouded with lust, met mine and the intensity of his gaze made me shiver in delight.
I bent my head down, my lips hovering just above him. He hissed when he felt my breath against his hard length. A bead of pre-cum pearled at the tip, the sight igniting an insatiable hunger within me.
Drawing a deep breath, I let my tongue dart out to taste him. He tasted salty and uniquely him—a combination that drove me wild. His hand found my hair, his fingers weaving through the strands as I drew him deeper inside my mouth. His hips bucked off the seat, a shocked gasp leaving his lips as I took him in fully, swirling my tongue around him while my hand caressed the base of his length. His low groan was music to my ears, stoking the fire within me.
"Cici...oh, fuck," he panted, the muscles of his stomach tensing under my other hand. His grip on my hair tightened encouragingly as I picked up the pace, finding a rhythm that had him writhing beneath me.
His fingers roamed to the back of my neck and he held me there, gently, yet firmly. His breath grew ragged and his moans escalated, a telltale sign of his impending release. I doubled my efforts, determined to bring him the same satisfaction he had granted me earlier. I moved one hand to cup his balls again, rolling them gently between my fingers and earning a gasp that made my core clench with renewed arousal.
"Fuck, Cici...I'm..." he warned, his voice strained and desperate. He was close; his body was tense as a coiled spring. His hands clenched in my hair as he held my head in place.
I hollowed my cheeks and increased the suction, taking him in deeper, the taste of him intoxicating. His body tensed and he let out a loud groan as his climax hit him, ripping through him with an intensity that left him gasping for breath.
Rolling his length between my lips, I softy hummed, sending vibrations down his sensitive flesh. He moaned my name like a prayer as his pulsations slowed and he sagged into the plush leather seat of the limo. With a last gentle suck, I finally released him, sitting back on my heels as I swallowed him down. Drew's chest was heaving as he attempted to regain control, his eyes wide in stunned pleasure.
“Now that was incredible…” His cock slowly deflated, draped across his lap, covered in my saliva. I wiped my mouth, buttoned my shirt and jeans, and kept my stupid grin to myself. I just sucked off Drew Pratt and what would Nev think now? This wasn’t a quick “bang one out” sort of vibe. It had all the hallmarks of a relationship budding. We had some important things to talk about now…
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