A Hot Mess (The Truth in Lies Saga #3) (2 page)

“Fuck,” he hissed against my nipple.

Back and forth between my clit and wet slit, I rubbed him, making his cock my play toy, and God it felt good.  I wasn’t gentle by any means.  With each pass, I slipped it further between my legs, pushing his dick further inside me, but not enough to give either of us what we really wanted.  When I knew we’d both had enough torture, I pressed my hips down, about ready to give us our relief.  Drew instantly stilled his hips, preventing my actions.  

He released my nipple, his mouth opened wide as he realized what I was about to do.  “Condoms,” he rasped.  

I shook my head, a twisted smirk curving my lips.  “Don’t need them.  I’m on the pill.”

“Still.  I’d feel—” I released him, placing my wet finger to his lips, cutting off his sentence.  

“Not this time,” I barked.  Drew’s eyes widened.  His tongue darted out, flicking over my fingertips.  He moaned in resignation and nodded as he tasted me.  I quickly returned my hand between us, pumping it up and down his length several times.  Drew groaned and moved his mouth back over my nipple, sucking me hard between his teeth.

I pushed the tip of his cock back into the warmth of my center, continuing my assault along his length.  He pumped his hips upward, trying to push inside me.  I pushed his pelvis back with my knuckles.  “No,” I growled.

He glanced up, his eyes heavy with need and confusion.  After all, I had told him to fuck me, but that didn’t mean he was going to do it on
his
terms.  He didn’t try to argue.  He simply allowed me to continue rubbing him along my wet pussy as he moved to my other breast, giving it the same delectable treatment with his mouth.

Each flick of his tongue sent a surge of need and power through me.  I pushed him a little deeper into my body, stroking him harder, feeling every ridge of his length in my palm.  He bucked against my hand, urging me to let him in.  With my free hand, I grabbed his short brown hair and pulled his head back, looking into his deep blue eyes.  His mouth opened, gasping for air as I continued my relentless attack on him.  Then, when I knew he was on the verge of losing himself, I commanded, “Now.”

At first Drew looked a little confused, but that confusion quickly disappeared as I removed my hand and pushed my aching, pussy down over the head of his cock.  His body reacted on instinct, and he thrust up hard and fast into me.  We both cried out at the instant release that one push gave us both.  There was nothing innocent or sweet about this moment.  It was raw, animalistic sex.  I dug my nails into this back, delighting in the pain I knew I had caused him with each pass.

He thrust faster up into me.  My heels dug into his ass as I clung to his body.  Yes, he had control, but he wouldn’t be doing this if I hadn’t demanded it.  And I’d keep demanding.  He used me, so why couldn’t I use him?  I crushed my mouth into his.  Our teeth clattered against each other as our tongues twisted together.  The sound and smell of sex played between us like an atonal orchestra.  We were jagged and harsh.  There was no rhythm.  Only deep moans and groans, a thumping of the pantry door with each thrust of his hips, and that delicious sound of slippery sex.

His cock filled my core.  My inner walls encased him, giving me the delicious feeling of each ridge and valley of his gorgeous cock.  The way he felt inside me, the way he filled me up, pushing me closer and closer to the edge of no return.

I grabbed his hand, needing that little extra push to find my final release.  Pushing our hands between us, I placed his fingers against my clit.  “Fuck me, Andrew.  Fuck me with everything you’ve got.”

A small smirk curled his lips as he started squeezing my clit between his fingertips.  He rubbed and pinched, flicked and pulled my clit as his cock drove me higher than the pot could have ever dreamed of taking me.  Deep inside me, I could feel him twitch.  He was close, and so I did what any sensible woman would do.  I closed my eyes and fell over the brink of ecstasy.

Drew slammed his cock hard into me.  His hand released my clit as both fists pounded against the door next to my ears.

“I’m going to...going…” he growled.

“Do it,” I hissed in his ear.

I squeezed my quaking walls tighter around his straining cock, forcing him to fall with me.   The instant my walls tightened around him, Drew tried to pull out of me.  I wasn’t about to have it.  The pull out method was for teenagers who didn’t realize how stupid it really was.  No, he was going to give me everything I wanted.  I grabbed his ass and pushed him back into me.  Drew let out a yell, deep and ragged, as he exploded into my depths.  

His body covered in sweat, his mouth agape, and his pulse racing—it was safe to say there was nothing sexier than an orgasmic Andrew Wise.  I watched his eyes dilate with pleasure.  His whole body shook with the intensity of his orgasm.  He was a pure sex god and he was fucking mine.

I dropped back against the door, smirking at my success.  I’d won the battle.  I licked my lips, meeting his eyes.  He slowed his movements, coming to a near stop, but remained buried inside me.  His cock pulsed with each heartbeat, twitching inside me, keeping my climax pulsing steady inside of me.

“What was that?” he muttered, pressing his lips to my throat.  

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”  Once again, I pulled his head back by his hair, making him look me in the eyes.  “Because as far as I’m concerned, we’re not finished.”

His mouth twitched.  A crooked smile highlighted his deep dimples.  “Is that so?”

“It is,” I assured him.

I pushed away, forcing him to release me.  I slid down the door, landing softly on my bare feet.  My body winced at the distance I’d placed between us, but I ignored the pang in my chest and proceeded to pull my shorts and panties off.  I kicked them aside, feeling the remnants of his release trickle down my thighs as I walked away from him.  “Follow me,” I instructed.  “You have some cleaning up to do.”  I heard him gulp, but didn’t stop to see if he would follow me.  

I walked into the bedroom and positioned myself on the end of my bed.  Drew entered the room in all his god-like glory.  His usual blue eyes were dark, and his jovial smile had turned into to pure lust.  I spread my legs open, giving him the perfect view of my bare pussy.  It was a good thing I’d shaved that morning.  I’d have hated him seeing me all fuzzy.  Drew always did like me soft and smooth.

He rubbed his hand along his chin and smiled.  “Beautiful.”

I slipped a finger into my pussy, pulling out the remnants of his cum.  “Messy,” I replied, licking the combination of our juices from my finger.  “Take care of it.”

Drew raised an eyebrow, considering my request.  

“Lick my pussy clean, Andy.  Now.”  

When he realized I was serious, he rushed forward, dropping to his knees before me.  He brushed his fingertips over my soft, slick pussy.  My body jerked in response to such tender stimuli.  This was torture; I still needed him rough, hard, untamed.  I pushed my hips up in the air, commanding his devotion.  “Suck me hard!”

Drew leaned in and flattened his tongue against my clit, dragging it down to meet my heat.  My hips bucked of their own accord.  I grabbed what I could of his soft brown hair, driving his face closer to my center.  Sure, we girls don’t like when guys do that shit to us, but fuck it.  I was running this show.

He placed both hands on my inner thighs, squeezing them as his tongue dived into my depths.  I dropped my head back, my eyes closed tight, simply enjoying the feel of his mouth on me.  Harder and harder his tongue pushed into my depths.  He grazed his teeth over my clit, sucking it into his mouth.  As I had been relentless, so was he.  I shuttered at the intensity of his mouth, gripping his hair tighter in one hand while my other curled into the duvet beneath me.

“Andy,” I purred.

He pulled his tongue out of me just as I was about to fall over the edge of ecstasy.  I groaned, trying to push him back where I needed him.  Instead, he slowly flicked his tongue over my pulsating clit.  I squirmed and wiggled my hips, wanting to find that release, but I refused to beg.  I would not give him that satisfaction.

Suddenly, he slammed his tongue deep inside me.  That was all I needed.  I was met with such an earth-shattering climax that my body convulsed, rocking me against his mouth.  He wrapped his arms around my hips, bringing his fingers to just the right position to flick my clit while his arms held me steady.  He pushed his tongue harder and deeper, lapping everything I gave him while forcing me to stay in my climatic high.

My legs began to shake so hard, I could feel them vibrate all the way to my chest.  I couldn’t think.  I could barely breathe.  Unable to control myself, my entire body lifted off the mattress.  Drew held me steady in his arms, forcing me to stay where I was.  I screamed in my unbridled release.

When he was satisfied that I’d given him all I had, he unwound himself from me.  He stood up, looking down over me; a cocky smirk twisted his lips as his tongue darted out over them.  “All clean.” His rich, husky cadence sent vibrations deep into the pit of my stomach.

Drew stood before me, in all his naked glory, proud of what he’d accomplished.  What he didn’t understand was that, in that moment, he accomplished more than an intense orgasm.  The ice I’d built up in my heart had shattered into a million pieces. The fight in me was now gone.  With the final wave of my release, my anger became sated.  

Was I still hurt?  

Absolutely.  

But we could talk about it.  I still believed there was no place for me in his world.  Not when he had Olivia and the baby to think about.  He made his decision when he cut me out of his life that night at dinner.  I couldn’t turn a blind eye to that.  I would simply have to forgive him and attempt to create a friendship with him.  We’d been the best of friends before.  We could be again.  

Drew leaned forward, resting his hands on the mattress above my head, and kissed me.  The combined taste of us on his tongue was intoxicating.  I thrust my tongue into his mouth, savoring the flavor.  My arms wrapped around his neck, drawing him closer to me.  His mouth moved against mine, rough at first, but turned soft and gentle, the way it had been earlier in the kitchen.  I was more susceptible this time, accepting the tenderness that exuded from him, shifting the balance of power back to him.  

A tiny whimper escaped me as I ran my fingers through his hair.  He’d cut it so short, but I didn’t have it in me to tell him I liked it a little longer.  Not that anything could make Drew Wise look bad.  Not
my
Andy.  He’d be gorgeous wearing a burlap sack.

He moved his hands to my face, pushing my matted hair away from my temples.  Somehow in the middle of all my anger and my need for revenge, I had managed to reopen the wounds in my chest, allowing him to slip right back into my heart.  I loved him.  I knew I always would.  

He placed sweet kisses to my forehead, over my eyelids, and on the tip of my nose.  I sighed as a flood of emotions welled up inside me.  His tender kisses continued, moving over the corners of my mouth.  I caught a glimpse of his smile and my heart exploded in my chest.  I couldn’t tell if he was still buzzed.  I knew I wasn’t, but the smile he wore was one I recognized all too well.  This was Drew in love.  Drew happy.  Drew content.  He pressed his lips firmly to mine, and I melted into his kiss, yearning to feel his love once again.

“You never cease to amaze me,” he whispered as his lips moved from mine down my neck.  “If you only knew how much I’ve missed you.  How much I need you.”

My heart skipped a beat.  I touched his face, tracing the crinkles at the corners of his eyes that I loved so much.  They always deepened when he smiled like this.

“I’ve missed you too,” I whispered.  My eyes brimmed with tears that I refused to shed.  His back stiffened and his brow furrowed as he stared intently in my eyes.  Whatever he was searching for, he must have found, because he pressed his mouth to mine, kissing me with such fervor that my toes curled.

My need for the man intensified.  In this moment it felt as if we’d never been apart.  I scooted up the length of the bed with Drew crawling over top of me simultaneously.  His lips never left mine.  There was nothing but tenderness in the way he touched me.  He hovered over me, staring with such longing into my eyes.  The atmosphere around us had shifted in such a way that our former acts held no bearings on what was happening now.  I wanted to touch him, to love him, not ravage him as I’d done before.  

My hands slowly moved over his sculpted chest down to his stomach.  He’d lost weight.  I could feel his ribs where there had once only been muscle.  It saddened me to realize he’d neglected himself in my absence.  I thought about how he said he hadn’t touched a drop of alcohol since I left.  It made me proud of him, and I only hoped I hadn’t killed his sobriety by telling him where my smoke was tonight.

I pressed my lips to his Adam’s apple.  He groaned, withering under my gentle touch.  That tender moment turned into an exploration of love.  We touched and kissed, basking in the glow of our love.  All of the memories of nights spent together like this played through my mind.  

Minutes passed; hours seemed to disappear as we melted together in a mesh of sheets, limbs, and sweat.  I couldn’t tell you what time it was when we finally finished, but I could tell you that I was completely sated and beyond exhausted.  We rolled to our sides, lying as we had so many nights before.  He placed his hand on my bare hip, lightly rubbing my skin as he nuzzled his nose to my neck.  I struggled to hide a yawn, my eyes drooping closed.