The Dirty Anthology (10 page)

11

I expected her to react to that comment a million different ways. With disbelief. Anger. Maybe even fear.

Imagine my shock when she steps even closer, pressing every inch of her body against mine.

Heat flares everywhere. Inside my body. Outside it. In the air that crackles with pure electricity around us.

Her thin arms come around my neck and she lays her head on my chest, right above my raging heartbeat. Snuggling into me, she gives me the sweetest hug I’ve ever been given.

There’s nothing sexual about this hug—well, unless you count the fact that I’m hard as freaking steel, and her abs are pressed right against my cock.

I hear what might’ve been her surprised gasp, but she doesn’t pull away. No. She snuggles into me again, her head tucked under my chin in the most adorable way. I wrap my arms around her, returning her hug.

She gives me a happy little sigh.

God, she makes my fucking chest ache.

I duck my head and press my nose to her hair, inhaling her scent.

Her arms tighten around me. “Thank you for the gift, Drew. I love it.”

There are no words. A simple “you’re welcome” won’t suffice. The necklace is such a small thing, incomparable to all the things I want to give her, but I’m glad it’s made her happy.

I’ve spent years of my life watching those big eyes sadden from afar. Knowing my asshole of a father was largely responsible.

Lexi tilts her head back, letting me see her eyes, shining exactly like I need them to—
happily
. Her hands slide down, smoothing over the gray t-shirt I’m wearing. An innocent move on her part, I know this.

My skin flares, my cock growing hard again, every cell responding to that touch.

I want to fuck. I want to come.

With her.

Thrusting into her savagely, her wet tight pussy squeezing the come right out of me, the scent of all that wetness so deep in me that it’ll become all I can smell and taste.

Jesus.

I don’t even want to try with any other girl. My mind is fixated on how fucking amazing it’d be to have her.

Knowing that I can’t aggravates the hell out of me. I will, someday, but until that day comes, I need to keep my distance. Being this close to her is too much of a tease.

I start to move back.

Her hands fist around my shirt.

Lexi’s refusal to let me go scatters every single thought in my head, leaving only the haze.

I swear to God my vision’s tunneling. That’s how hot she makes me.

My shaking hands wrap tightly around her fists.

She tightens her hold before I can remove them. “Andrew . . . I shouldn’t.”

“What?” The heat in her eyes confuses me—turns me on more. I want her legs shaking on either side of my head. Her body wrapped around every inch of mine. It’s all I can think about.

Her little hands are wrapped so tightly around my shirt that I’ll have to use force to remove them.

And I fucking love it.

Subconsciously, I know what she’s about to do, seconds before she does it.

Logic tells me to move back. Break her hold and put some distance between us before she comes at me.

I don’t want her to be the girl I cheated on Kaylee with—one of many.

I want Lexi to be so much more than that.

My body doesn’t care.

In this moment, neither does her.

I have a split second to react. See her standing on her tiptoes. Feel her little hand wrap around the back of my neck to pull my head down.

A split second where I could’ve stopped her.

Hell, no. I let her.

I’m too fucking starved to deny her, although I know we’ll probably end up hating ourselves once it’s over.

Her tongue comes out to play with mine. Wet. Delicious. Anxious.

I respond to her desperation like I’ve been trained to, every nerve igniting with full force.

Letting go of her shoulders, I slide my hands down the sexy curve of her back, groaning into our kiss. My hands latch onto her ass, squeezing tight.

She moans into my mouth, pressing closer.

God, my dick is so freaking hard. I nibble her lip and open my eyes—hers are already open, heavy-lidded, watching me.

Ah, shit. I lock eyes with her and an orgasm trembles through my cock. “Lexi,” I pant her name, my chest heaving. “You gotta stop now, baby, or—”

She presses her hands to my shoulders and begins leading me backwards. “I want it, Drew.”

12

Morality can be one hell of a strong driving force. It can push you out of the driver’s seat, take complete control of the steering wheel and hijack the GPS that decides in which direction your life is going to go.

But it’s nothing—absolutely
nothing
—when pitted against desire. Especially one that’s been fed for years, an ache that’s grown stronger every second it was denied what it wants.

Lexi is that for me. The ideal. The unattainable fantasy that’s finally being attained.

She leads me straight back to the couch and I let her. There’s no choice but to allow her. She’s gripping that steering wheel tight in her hands.

I have no clue where she’s taking this—me—but I’ll let her do whatever she wants with me.

I’m hers.

She might as well have one hand wrapped around my cock as she leads me; that’s how absolute her control over me is right now.

I should be worried over how easily she’s grabbed control of me.

I’m not. As long as her hands are on me, anywhere, that’s all that matters to me.

The back of my legs hit the couch. She pushes down on my shoulders. I fall onto it, eyes on her. My hands itch to reach for her, feel that ass again. I fist them, almost shaking with the effort of keeping my self-control engaged.

I’ve never done drugs, but I’m sure this is what the craving is like. The hunger that carves out little pieces of your soul.

I let her see it, all of it, even as I fight with myself to remain seated and let her do this at her own pace.

When she urges me to sit back on the couch and sits sideways on my lap, a low sound of desperation breaks out of me.

“Is this okay?” she whispers in that sexy voice of hers, her perfect ass perched on my lap, her eyes on mine, wide and questioning behind those glasses.

I snap.

One hand slides around the back of her neck. The other clamps down around her exposed thigh.

I have her in my hands. Right where I fucking want her.

She launches herself at me at the same time I move toward her, and then it’s just our lips—touching. Meshing. Sucking. She lets me play slowly with her tongue, even though I sense the impatience mounting within her.

I press harder, rubbing her tongue with mine roughly. Caressing the side of her neck gently, I swallow every whimper she gives me. Every moan. The hand around her thigh twitches, aching to move closer to the one thing I want the most in the world right now.

I bite down on the mad urge. Control is essential right now. Beyond necessary. One wrong move, and I’ll have her under me, my cock eight inches deep inside her.

Lexi rips her lips away from mine, gasping my name in a needy tone that nearly ruins me. Her hips move restlessly on my thigh.

I hiss, clenching my teeth.

Then she goes for my neck, latching onto it, all lips, teeth, and tongue, and I forget all about self-control.

I’ve been kissed, sucked, and tongued by so many girls. I could never count them. Almost every inch of my body.

But if you asked me right now what those girls felt like, I wouldn’t be able to tell you jack-shit about it. I don’t remember.

She bites on my jugular, moaning around my skin, and oh . . .
fuck
. I can’t take it. Can’t deal.

I palm the back of her head, tilting my own to offer her more of my neck. “Bite. Harder,” I growl, the hand on her thigh bringing her closer. Right onto my cock.

My hips churn desperately, rubbing it into her.

Lexi sucks on me.
Hard
. Like she’s trying to leave a mark on me.

God. I’m going to cream my basketball shorts. “Baby . . . what are you doing to me?”

“Drew, I want—” her voices breaks off on another moan.

Me.
My girl wants me.

Rising, I deposit Lexi on the couch, her head against the armrest. One knee braced on the couch, I lean over her, breathing hard.

From the moment we first became friends all those years ago, I’ve been fixated on that hair. Her eyes.

They watch me now, heavy-lidded, desire hot inside those gray depths. Her big curls all over the place, framing that pretty face of hers, falling down over her shoulders and around her breasts.

The rapid rise and fall of her chest turns me on even more, and I know my cock’s clearly visible through the thin material of my basketball shorts. I want her eyes on it. Her hands. Her lips. That perfect, wet tongue.

As if sensing my thoughts, her eyes drop down, widening when they land on my engorged dick.

I thumb her bottom lip, pressing into it. Probably harder than I should, but I’m barely controlling myself. It’s like she’s in my fucking blood, a scorching, violent hum I can’t fight.

I won’t be able to be gentle with her.

I shouldn’t touch her like that. Shouldn’t run the risk of fucking her, until I’m balls deep, like a crazed, violent brute.

There’s no stopping myself.

Parting her lips, I slide my thumb into her, skimming across her bottom teeth. “You want me, baby?”

Her enthusiastic nod is so fucking cute.

“You want my cock?”

She arches, moaning.

My jaw pulses. My teeth grind together.

My heart, the stupid bastard, feels like it rotates inside my chest, kicking, kicking, demanding I fall on her and make her mine.

I slide my thumb, moist from her mouth, along her jaw. “You wet for me?”

A blush explodes beneath her cheeks, but she nods at me and bites her lip shyly.

I groan, feeling my balls tighten. How heavy they are. I don’t need to look down to know there’s a wet spot on my shorts, right where my tip is. “I’m wet for you, too.”

Her eyes drop right back down, zeroing in and making my dick pulse toward her.

I almost jump when her hand lands on my thigh, above my knee, right where my basketball shorts end. Slowly, she begins sliding it upwards.

“Lexi,” I growl out, my thighs trembling harder the closer she gets to my dick. “If you touch it, there’s no stopping this.”

Her eyes flash. “You better not stop.”

“Are you a virgin?”

Her hand stops midway up my thigh. She doesn’t answer.

I fight back the desperate need to thrust my hips at her, get her hand where I need it.

“Lexi,” I say slowly, because I’m almost one-hundred percent sure that her answer might just drive me mad. “Are you?”

More silence from her.

Come on Lexi, don’t do this to me . . .

“Does it matter?” she asks.

I jerk my head in a pathetic semblance of a nod. It matters. It matters so much that even I realize what a fucking hypocrite that makes me, but I’ve waited so long to have her—claim her—that just thinking that someone else beat me to it pisses me the hell off.

“I am.”

A breath of air whooshes out of me. Relief. So much of it that I’m almost lightheaded.
Mine
. “Good. I can’t have sex with you tonight, though.”

Her mouth opens and I see the protest forming before she even speaks.

Sliding my thigh between her legs, I lower myself onto her. “Don’t worry, baby. I’m still going to take care of you.”