Slow Grind (Men of Mornington)

“Drew,” he growls. I catch his drift and laugh.

“My bad. Don’t you dare stop,” I pant, my fingers catching in his hair.

“Didn’t plan on it,” he says, his words muffled as he goes back to business. With each swipe of his tongue—his expert fingers pressing inside me, and the fantasy I’ve had in my head being reenacted right in front of me—my body doesn’t take long to get there.

“Drew. Please,” I beg, wishing he’d stop slowing down each time my orgasm is ready to roll over me. Then he stops, and I all but squeeze his head between my thighs, and of course, he laughs.

“You ever hear of anticipation being the best part?” he chuckles, that grin driving me crazy. “Just when you’re about to come, your pussy squeezes the life out of my fingers. When you do come, though, it’s going to be the best you’ve ever had. Your legs are gonna shake for days, remembering what my mouth feels like on your pussy. You won’t forget me, Aubs. I promise you that.” I don’t have the balls to tell him for as long as I live, I’ll never forget this moment. Ever. I’ve had this memory from my fantasies for longer than I’ll ever admit.

“I’m going to die if I don’t come, Drew. Please,” I gasp. No other words are spoken as he dives back in, his fingers working double time, the suction around my clit almost painful and the scruff on his jaw fucking with my senses.

My hands clench the sheets, my knees fall further apart, and my toes curl. It’s exactly how I imagined a fantastic orgasm to feel like, and something only Drew could extract from me. My body floats and hovers above me, watching me in the throes of ecstasy, and Drew doesn’t stop after the waves come crashing down around me. I have to squeeze my knees so tightly; he has no choice but to move or be crushed. I can’t take it. Too much pleasure. Too much pain. Too much … Drew.

“Holy shit,” I breathe as he backs away.

“Condom?” I ask as Drew climbs up the bed and lies down on top of me.

“Already on, baby,” he whispers, his voice husky. “I’m not wasting another second. I need you, Aubs. I need to feel you. All of you.” Drew slowly pushes inside of me, gentlemanly, giving me a moment to adjust to his size, then pulls almost all the way back out, then gliding back in effortlessly.

“You feel fucking amazing, Aubs. Your pussy’s so tight. I’m gonna have to go slow, or this is gonna be over before it even starts.”

I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his back, my nails digging into his sweaty skin. I want to scratch. God, do I want to scratch, claim him as mine, but I’m not sure how he’d feel about it.

“Whatever you want to do, do it. Let loose, Aubrey,” he says, reading my mind yet again. So I do. I dig my nails into him and rake them down to his ass, and it feels fucking amazing, this kind of control and power over a man. Feeling each of his muscles ripple under my fingertips as he slowly, leisurely, thrusts in and out of me. No fantasy I ever had could compare to the real thing.

My orgasm builds slow and steady, just like our lovemaking. Drew’s fingers intertwine themselves in my hair and hold me in place as his tempo increases. With his face buried in my neck, sexily kissing the small, sensitive place between my neck and shoulder, my orgasm crests and I allow it to swallow me whole.

“Drew!” I cry out, and I feel him smile against me.

“Right behind you, baby.” His pace quickens and sends me spiraling again, both of us finishing together. It sounds stupid and cliché, but it’s real, and it happens. It happened.

*****

We both jump in the shower to wash away the scent of sex, but it only increases our desires, inciting another round under the steady stream of water.

Lying back on his bed, my head rested on his chest and his arms wrapped around me, I start to panic. They’re all going to know, and Max is going to be pissed neither of us could keep it in our pants.

“Do we tell anyone?” I ask, wanting to know how he feels. Was this a one-time thing, or something we plan on exploring?

“If you want to,” he responds with a sleepy voice.

“I don’t want Max to hate you. Or the guys. Or Em.” I pause and think about my next sentence. “I don’t want to cause problems here for you with your people.”

“They’re our people,” he chuckles.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want Max to hate you.”

“Stop worrying, Aubs. It will be fine,” he growls, leaning over to kiss me. “Whatever happens, it was worth it. It’ll always be worth it. You’re worth it.”

Chapter Thirteen

Drew

“Whose idea was this again?” Sam grumbles after peeking through the curtain at the crowd. I laugh and slap him on the back. No need to voice my own concerns. Doing a little strip tease for whatever chick I’m with is one thing, but putting my self-affirmed skills to the test in a room of what seems like a hundred screaming women… Yeah, this is going to be a little weird.

“It’s all for a good cause. Remember that,” I promise him.

It’s Friday, the night of our big show, and we’re standing backstage at the Colonial Hotel where a hoard of wailing women is waiting for us to go on stage. I’m pumped—kind of a nervous excitement. Mostly, I can’t get out of my head how awesome it is that we’re able to do this for our mate. I glance over at Aubs.