Hothead (Irresistible 4)
“Perfect. Just gotta use that restroom again. You know me.”
“No problem,” Drew said.
And as Lou crossed the living room to get to the bathroom, I simply stood there, watching Drew close the fridge and just waiting for his attention.
The second I heard the bathroom door shut he lifted his eyes to me. My pulse picked up as he let them linger for a second before coming over. The look on his gorgeous face was so blank and unreadable I swore I was seconds from breaking into a sweat.
Here it comes, I told myself, even though I had no idea what was coming. My head tilted up slowly as he came closer, closer till he was standing with his toes nearly touching mine.
Then just as my heart jumped into my throat, Drew raked his fingers into my hair and crushed his lips to mine.
Despite the shock, I melted right into his body, sliding my hand up from his hard chest to his shoulders, hanging on for dear life as his tongue swept voraciously against mine. For a full ten seconds, he kissed my every question away, letting me practically climb up his chest as our tongues collided.
By the time we pulled away, I found myself perched
on the edge of the counter, my arms wrapped around his neck. My lashes fluttered.
“How… did I get here?”
“I’ve been asking myself the same question all morning,” Drew smirked.
I looked at him, unsure of how to interpret that. But with one word, Drew quickly quelled my concerns.
“Morning,” he murmured, repeating his greeting from before. But this time, it was just for me.
“Morning,” I returned his crooked little smile. I was outwardly at ease, relaxed, but electricity shot all through my body as Drew casually rubbed his hands up and down my thighs. He eyed the clock over the oven then grinned at me.
“I take it you slept well?”
“Amazingly. You?”
“Yeah. You heard Lou,” Drew laughed. “Slept so good I was ‘whistlin’ a tune’ this morning.”
“Right,” I grinned, feeling actual butterflies when I realized that whole whistling in the kitchen thing was real, and that it might’ve had to do with me. Feeling fully awake now, and not completely riddled with nerves, I let myself flash back to last night.
Biting my lip, eyeing the living room couch over Drew’s shoulder and remembering everything in sordid, vivid detail.
For God’s sake, I had knelt at Drew’s feet as he took his dick out and jerked off in front of me. I had flashed him my breasts and watched him release thick jets of cum all over his abs before grabbing a towel and feeling the steel of his cock in my palms as I cleaned him off.
That was hot enough without him coming into my room at night and going down on me in the dark.
“What’s that face?” Drew asked.
“I’m just… thinking about last night.”
“Yeah, I’ve been doing a little of that too.” Drew cupped the back of my calves now as he looked at me. The look on his face was back to unreadable so I had no idea what he was about to say. But then he gave my calves a little squeeze. “Say the word and I’ll eat that pussy again on this counter.”
A shiver ran up my legs.
“Sounds like a great breakfast, but I don’t think you have the time,” I laughed as I heard a flush from the bathroom. “What, um… what time will you be home tonight?” I asked hesitantly, scared of sounding too much like an actual girlfriend.
Because technically, I still had no idea what was going on here. All I knew was that there was no radio silence. We were talking, we were touching and despite pushing limits last night, we were good. At least for now.
And I was too relieved with that to question anything.
“I think I’ll be home before midnight. Depends on whether or not Lou has more tape he wants me to watch,” Drew said as Lou came out of the bathroom. He gave a salute when Drew peered over his shoulder before looking back at me. “So, what’s your day look like, babe?”
Babe. I guess that was our equivalent to saying lights, camera, action!