Push the Envelope (11 page)

I felt his fingers pull my bra straps off my shoulders before he
lifted me slightly off the bed to undo the clasp at my back. He pulled my bra
from my body, and my nipples pebbled even more at the feel of cool air against
them. His fingers rolled them gently while he bit my shoulder. I gasped aloud
at the contrast of the sting of his teeth and the softness of his hands as he
cupped my breasts and licked where he had bitten me.

“Mmmm, I think my Alexa likes when I’m a little bit rough,” he
whispered into my skin. I felt his fingers move down my body, and he easily
slipped one inside of me. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping wet,” he groaned.

One thick finger rubbed inside me while his thumb played with my
clit. His mouth moved between my breasts, and he alternated between sucking on
my nipples and licking around them. Not knowing what he was going to do next
was driving me wild. I writhed on the bed, the sheets gripped in my clenched
fists while I bit my lip, trying not to scream out.

“Drake, please,” I begged.

“Please what, baby? Do you need more?” he asked before plunging
another finger inside me. My legs trembled as he pumped two fingers in and out
of my body at a painstakingly slow pace. “Or do you need faster?” he teased me
before increasing the speed.

My legs tightened around his hand, trying to increase the
friction so I could climax. “Yes,” I moaned.

“Not yet, Alexa,” he chuckled darkly. I felt his other hand grip
one of my thighs as he pried my legs apart. “I need a taste of you first.”

That was all the warning I got before his lips clamped on to my
clit, and it was more than I could take. I reached above my head, wildly
searching for a pillow. I found one just in time as I flew over the cliff and
screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound.

“So good, baby,” Drake muttered as he continued to drive me
crazy with his tongue. He pulled his fingers from me and gripped both thighs to
keep my legs apart as he licked my sex. I shuddered as aftershocks hit me.

“Drake, oh God. I can’t take anymore,” I whimpered.

“I don’t know. Am I done saying sorry? Do you forgive me yet?”
he teased.

“Yes! Totally forgiven.”

“You sure?” He tormented me as he sucked my clit back into his
mouth and moved his fingers up my thighs.

“What?” I asked, losing track of our conversation at the feel of
his fingers sliding inside again.

“Are you sure I’m done? You can’t take anymore?” he rasped. He
pulled his mouth away and stilled his fingers while they were deep inside me.

“Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.

“Please stop? Or please more? Which one is it, Alexa?” Drake
asked.

“More. I need more,” I pleaded with him.

“Good, because so do I,” he said before pumping his fingers
furiously inside me. His tongue teased, circling my clit before moving down to
dip inside me as his fingers pulled out. He fucked me with his tongue, hands
holding me open as he devoured me. “One more, baby. You can give me one more,
can’t you?”

I wanted to give him anything he wanted, just so he didn’t stop
what he was doing. “Yes, one more,” I whispered. I reached down and rubbed my
clit with two fingers.

“That’s right. Help me get you there. I want to watch you come
for me, Alexa,” he commanded, watching me touch myself. He slid his thumb
inside as he lapped at the juices flowing from my body. I tightened around his
finger as my body stretched, a second climax rolling over me in waves.

Drake placed a kiss at the top of each of my thighs before
moving up my body. He paused to play with my breasts, softly licking each
nipple after sucking it into his mouth. A light sheen of sweat covered my body
as I lay there panting. I reached up to pull him closer to my body, needing to
hold him.

“Damn, baby. Won’t ever get enough of that. Watching you come
for me has to be the most beautiful thing ever,” he whispered into my ear.

I nuzzled into his neck, enjoying our closeness. I still
couldn’t quite catch my breath, so I just nodded my head. He rolled onto his
back and pulled me with him. We lay there together for several minutes, neither
of us saying a word. He drew circles on my back, moving from my neck down to
the dip in my lower back. Once I had recovered from my climaxes, I kissed a
trail up his jaw to his ear.

“Thank you, Drake,” I whispered.

“You’re welcome, Alexa,” he muttered back.

I swirled my tongue in his ear and blew softly. He shuddered in
response, goose bumps popping up on his skin. His reaction bolstered my
confidence, making me feel powerful. I sat up on my knees and leaned over his
body, licking and sucking as I kissed his neck. I ran my hands down his chest,
occasionally flexing my fingernails into his skin like a kitten.

“Baby,” he hissed in response. “You’ve got class.”

“It’s my turn to try out your new rule. I didn’t talk to you
about how I felt and let everything build up inside instead. How am I going to
learn my lesson if I don’t pay for my mistake, Drake?”

He used his finger to pull my chin up so he was looking me in
the eye. “You don’t need to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

“I am ready for this. I need to show you how much I want you,
too.”

His eyes flared at my words, and he held my gaze as he nodded.
“Fuck, yeah,” he muttered.

His eyes stayed locked on me as I moved to kneel between his
legs. I leaned over him, my hair brushing across his chest. I could feel the
heat of his erection through his underwear as it pressed into my belly. His
nipples were hard, and I flicked my tongue over one while rolling the other
between my finger and thumb. As I raked my teeth over his nipple, I felt his
cock jump in reaction. I moved to the other side and softly blew over his skin
before opening my mouth wide and biting down hard. Drake’s hips jerked upwards
in response, and his hands gripped the back of my head as he held my mouth to
him. I sucked hard, leaving a dark red mark behind.

“You like it a little rough, too. Don’t you, Drake?” I asked.

He wrapped my hair around one fist before answering. “I like
that you wanted to mark me. Trying hard as I can not to pull you up here so I
can leave my own mark on your body.”

“Maybe later. It’s my time to play now,” I teased. His hold on
my hair tightened a little, letting me know it was my turn because he was
letting me have one. I had no doubt that if he wanted to switch roles he
wouldn’t have a problem convincing me. He let go, and I continued down his
body. I savored the taste of his skin, licking and sucking along the way. I
swirled my tongue around his belly button and ran my fingernails along the top
band of his boxer briefs. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down, and I
hiked the fabric up so that I could move them past his jutting erection.

As I worked my way back up his legs, I let my hair trail over
his skin. When I reached his cock, I licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip
and twirled my tongue around the crown. I sucked the head into my mouth and
glanced up to see Drake watching me, his eyes burning with desire. I released
him with a popping sound, and he groaned in protest. I slithered up a little
and moved so his cock jutted between my breasts. I squeezed them together to
increase the friction as I moved up and down. On the downward motion, I stuck
my tongue out so I could swirl it around the crown each time it peeked out of
the top of my breasts.

Drake’s hips pumped in time with my movements, his hands resting
on my shoulders. I slowed down on the last stroke, opening my mouth wide and
sucking him inside. I heard his breath hiss out, and he fisted my hair tightly.

“Fuck, baby. You’re driving me crazy. Suck me deeper,” he
ordered in a husky tone.

I wrapped a hand around the base and hummed deep in my throat. I
twisted my head in one direction and the hand gripping him in the other,
rotating back and forth. I felt his erection grow even harder in my mouth. I
worked my tongue over his cock, tracing every vein along the way. I wanted to
drive him crazy with passion. His hand gripped me harder as his hips jerked up
and down in time with my motions. I moved my free hand to his balls and raked
my fingernails over them.

“Shit. I’m gonna come,” he said as he tried to pull my head away
from his body. I tightened my hold on him and shook my head in protest. I
sucked him deeper into mouth until I could feel the tip of his cock bump
against the back of my throat. I bobbed up and down, quickening my pace. I
wanted to send him over the edge, and I got my wish as jets of come exploded
from his body in long streams. I swallowed them down as best I could.

His hold on my hair loosened, and I lapped at him with my tongue
as I licked drops of semen from his skin. I peeked up at him to find his head
thrown back. His eyes were closed and his chest was heaving. I giggled,
deliriously happy to have pleased him so much.

His eyes popped open at the sound and he smiled in response.
“Changed my mind. Get into as much trouble as you want if that’s how you’re
gonna say you’re sorry from now on.”

I launched myself into his arms. “Be careful what you wish for.
You never know what type of mischief I can find.”

“I’m sure I can handle it,” he said as he tightened his hold
before glancing at the clock. “There’s no way you’re making it to your other
class this morning.”

“Don’t wanna go, anyway. Just want to stay here with you for a
little bit, okay?”

He pulled the blanket up over our naked bodies. “You want me,
you got me.”

I snuggled into his warmth and my eyes slid shut. I drifted off
to sleep and didn’t wake up until a couple hours later when my phone buzzed
from the pocket of my jeans on the floor. Drake was sleeping soundly beside me,
so I reached as quietly as I could to pull my phone out. I had several missed
text messages, all from Aubrey asking me where I was and if I was okay. I
tapped out a quick response to her, telling her I was with Drake and we were
going to miss lunch today. I’m sure she’d have questions for me later.

I dropped the phone back to the floor and cuddled back against
Drake. My movements must have woken him up because his arms tightened around
me. His stomach growled loudly, making me laugh.

“We missed our normal lunch time at the café,” I said.

“Was worth it though,” he responded.

“Tell that to your stomach! Sounds like you need food,” I
teased.

“Worked up an appetite,” he said with a smirk on his face. “We
can grab lunch downstairs if you want.”

“Is that okay?” I asked. I wasn’t sure about eating in the frat
house. I’d visited Jackson here over the last couple years but hadn’t ever
eaten with the guys.

“You’re with me,” he replied, as though that was explanation
enough. I guessed nobody would question him about me being there, too.

“Sounds perfect. Then I won’t miss my afternoon class, too.”

He smacked my butt, but not too hard. “Better get moving if you
want to make it in time.”

I hopped out of the bed and pulled my clothes back on. I glanced
in the mirror and realized my hair was an absolute mess. As I finger-combed it,
Drake came up behind me. He was dressed, and he rested his hands on my hips as
he watched me in the mirror while I fixed my hair. “Can you make it to my game
this weekend?”

I turned in his arms so we were facing each other. “Absolutely.
I wouldn’t miss it for anything. I’d be a horrible girlfriend if I didn’t show
up when you’re going to win our school a championship.”

“Shit, I hope so. That would make my dad a very happy man.”

“And you?” I asked.

“I have you. I’m already happy,” he said with a sexy smirk.

chapter
11

We didn’t have far to travel for the American Collegiate Rugby
Championship match this year, which was a good thing since Drake’s team made it
through the single elimination tournament a couple weekends ago and then won
our conference title last weekend. It was their first year as an NCAA team, and
their success was kind of a shock to everyone. They’d always had a good club
team, but they were playing against schools from across the country with really
competitive teams this season. I was a little biased, but I couldn’t help but
think that having Drake transfer here for the team was part of the reason for
their unexpected success.

Drake had to travel with the team, so Aubrey and Jackson came
with me. We hit the road early Saturday morning to make the four-hour trek to
Elkhart, Indiana’s Moose Rugby Grounds. Notre Dame’s club team was hosting the
game. Jackson borrowed an SUV from his dad so we’d have four-wheel drive just
in case it snowed again. The bad part about Jackson driving was that he
controlled the stereo and wouldn’t budge on letting us change the music from
his rock ‘n’ roll to anything else. I was riding in the passenger seat and
moved to turn the volume down, but he swatted my hand away.

“Jackson’s rules,” he reminded.

“No fiddling with the radio,” Aubrey and I said in unison, used
to his tyranny on road trips.

“You want something, you ask for it,” he said.

Aubrey looked up at us with pleading eyes. “Please turn down the
music, bro. My head is pounding back here.”

“Yeah, Jackson. We’re not even asking you to change it. Just
turn it down a little. Please,” I asked.

“Since you both asked so nicely,” he teased as he turned the
dial down a few notches.

“Whew! Now we can actually talk without screaming to hear each
other!” Aubrey exclaimed, leaning over the console to see us better. “I’m bored
back here.”

“I’d offer to join you, but I don’t think you want to watch me
hurl for entertainment,” I joked. I didn’t do very well on long road trips in
the back seat. I usually ended up getting car sick.

“Yeah, I still don’t understand how you can fly a frickin’ plane
without any problems, but if we throw you in the back seat of a car for too
long you get sick. There’s something wrong with that,” Aubrey replied,
shuddering a little at the mention of vomit.

I’d only done it a couple times, but any sign of puke made
Aubrey sick, too. So we didn’t take any more chances after the second time with
her chain reaction. I now rode in front any time we were in the car for more
than half an hour. I flipped her a sassy grin. “Sucks to be you.”

She punched me in the arm. “Don’t be a bitch,” she complained.

“Enough of that, you two. We’re almost there. I’m not going to
listen to your whining the rest of the way,” Jackson said.

“Wah-wah-wah,” I muttered under my breath, earning myself a
glare from him. I smiled weakly in return. “Sorry.”

Aubrey found it hilarious as she busted up laughing. It took her
a few minutes to calm down. “How long is the game?” she asked.

“A couple hours,” I answered.

“Ugh! How did you talk me into this again? We’ll be in the car
longer than we’ll actually be there,” she complained.

“Hey, you didn’t have to come,” Jackson reminded his sister.
“It’s not like you’re driving or anything.”

“Oh, stop.” She glared at her brother. “Like I would miss out on
a road trip with my bestie. I’m just cranky.”

Luckily, we pulled up at the field a few minutes later, Aubrey
pouting a bit in the back seat. “You should have taken a nap on the way,” I
told her.

“Nah, I’ll just grab an energy drink. I’ll be fine, and I can
sleep all the way back anyway.”

We paid to get in, and I saw Drake warming up on the field. He
was so sexy in his uniform, sweat already dripping his forehead. As he ran, I
watched the pumping of his legs, his thigh muscles clenching as he moved.
Jackson waved a hand in front of my face. “Anyone home?”

I looked over at him, startled. “Sorry, I was distracted.”

He glanced over at the field to where Drake was and grimaced.
“Yeah, I can see that. C’mon, let’s grab our seats. It’s gonna start soon.”

As we sat down, I smiled over at Drake and took off my coat so I
could show him my Blythe College Rugby sweatshirt. I turned around so he could
see his name on the back and he flashed me a huge grin. I’d taken it to a shop
in town so I could surprise him.

“That’s gotta make him happy,” Jackson muttered when he saw it.

“What?” I asked.

“You’ve branded yourself as his with his name across your back,”
he said, tracing his name over the letters.

“Do you really think he likes it?” I asked.

“I’m sure he fucking loves it.”

“Yay!” I grinned up at Jackson. “I thought your sister was an
idiot for suggesting it. It sounded so high school. But I really wanted to show
Drake that I support him today.”

“Hey!” Aubrey protested. “You know you should never doubt me
like that.”

“Sorry,” I apologized. “You were totally right. Again.”

The match began, and I watched avidly. It was really close, and
I couldn’t tell if Drake’s team was going to manage to pull it off. It seemed
like Purdue was going to beat us during the first half of the match. Luckily, I
had Jackson with me to explain everything. I was apparently a slow learner when
it came to all the rugby slang and rules. A tough series of penalties brought
the Boilermakers up 0-12 early on. Blythe had a successful trip into the
opposition’s try zone, bringing the score to 7-12. I grew worried as Purdue was
doing so well. The score remained the same with just a few minutes left in the
half.

With a quick turnaround off the restart, we managed to tie the
match at the thirty-seven-minute mark. Some quick plays came in the final
minutes of the half, seeing a significant attempt to the try zone by Purdue
that worked, and a missed conversion brought Purdue ahead by five. With just
moments left, Purdue brought in three penalty points by launching the ball
through the uprights from thirty-six meters out. The halftime score saw Purdue
up 17-25. Things were not looking good for Drake’s team.

I watched Drake as the team walked off the field, his head hung
low. He was walking stiffly, favoring his right leg. I rushed over to him to
make sure he was okay. He waved his teammates ahead when he saw me coming.

“Are you hurt?” I asked worriedly.

He shook his head. “Not really. Just a pulled muscle.”

I gave him a quick hug, knowing he needed to get into the locker
room with his team. “Hey, you’ve got this,” I reassured him with a kiss on the
cheek.

After a short intermission, they came back out looking energized
for the next half. Whatever their coach had said to them must have worked
because after just five minutes into the second half, we crossed the ball over
Purdue’s try line, pulling us within one point of the Boilermakers. Maintaining
the momentum, Drake’s team continued to apply pressure and brought the ball
deep within Purdue’s half. A successful goal-line stand ended up with a Blythe
knock-on, resulting in a Purdue scrum. Luckily, we brought in five more points.
The clock kept ticking down, and with a few minutes left in the match, Purdue
drew a penalty. They made a penalty kick, bringing the score to within one
point. Argh! We couldn’t lose this close to the end. Drake would be crushed.

Blythe knew it was now or never, and they really brought up the
heat. They had a successful conversion and won the game by eight points. Drake
was celebrating with his team on the field, all the guys super excited to have
won the championship. He glanced up at me and flashed a wicked grin before
charging toward the stands to lift me out of my seat and swing me around.

“We won!” he yelled.

“You were awesome,” I breathed into his ear.

“Hell yeah I was. You’re my good luck charm, baby,” he said.

“How’s the leg?”

“What leg?” he joked, letting me know he was fine. He dropped me
back onto my feet and swooped down for a kiss. “Can you wait until I get out
before you leave? I need to grab a shower.”

“Sure. I’m sure Jackson and Aubrey won’t mind waiting. It’s not
like we’re in a rush or anything.”

“I’ll go fast. Just want to see you before I have to get back on
the bus.”

I watched him walk away before turning back to my friends.
“That’s okay with you guys, right?”

“Yeah,” Jackson grumbled before wandering away.

“Don’t mind him,” Aubrey said as she bounced down the stands
towards me. “He’s grumpy today.”

Drake had really meant it when he said he’d hurry since he was
back in about five minutes. I was talking to Aubrey when he came up from behind
and wrapped his arms around me. “Hey, baby. Thanks for waiting.”

“Totally worth the wait,” I answered as I cuddled into his hold.

“So glad you were here,” he said, nuzzling my neck. “It sucks
that my parents couldn’t make it this weekend. Sent them a quick text to let
them know we won, and I’ll call them as soon as you head out. Wouldn’t have
been the same without someone cheering me on today.”

“I’m sorry they couldn’t come, but at least you’ll see them in a
couple weeks for Thanksgiving.”

“I’m not sure I want to be away from you for that long. Can’t
you talk to your dad about coming with me? You know my parents would love to
have both of you.”

“Hey, no fair! No stealing my bestie for the holidays, Drake,”
Aubrey complained.

“She’s my girl, Aubrey. You’re lucky I let you steal her from me
at all,” Drake replied. He gently bit my neck in a possessive gesture that made
me squeal in response.

“I’m not sure what Dad would say, but I’ll ask,” I reassured
Drake. “Sorry, Aubrey. A girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do.”

“Yeah, yeah. Just abandon me, why don’t ya?” she teased back.

Jackson wandered back over to us and nodded to Drake. “Good
game, man.”

“Thanks,” Drake responded. Several of his teammates headed back
our way. “I gotta get back to the team, Alexa. Be safe on the trip back.”

“I’ll take good care of her for you,” Jackson said.

“You better,” Drake warned before he turned me around and kissed
the heck out of me. He flashed Jackson a triumphant grin before walking away.

“Let’s head home,” Aubrey said as she dragged me back to the
car. “I’m ready for a road trip nap.”

The trip back was uneventful since we both fell asleep, leaving
Jackson to play his music as loud as he wanted. He dropped us at the dorm, and
I headed back inside for more sleep. Drake was going to be back late since the
team was going out to eat and celebrate on the way back home. I figured it
would be good to catch up on lost sleep as long as I had a night to myself, and
I was still tired from the road trip.