Absolutely Famous(3)

“Sydney,” he warns.

I’m not going to stop, I want him too much. He smells too good and his skin feels too good and I’m so fucking horny I can’t take it. I begin stroking him fast and hard until he’s moaning non-stop into my mouth as we kiss. Drew suddenly steps back from me, and I can see the unleashed lust in his dark gaze. “Are you sure, Sydney?”

“Yes,” I whisper as I remove my tank top and step out of my shorts, standing in front of him in just my tiny pink lace panties. Reaching over, I slide his T-shirt up and lean in, licking his each of his perfectly defined abs.

“Fuck babe.” Drew grabs the back of his shirt and pulls it off in one quick tug. I grasp the waistband of his jeans and boxer briefs and yank them down his legs. He steps out of them, and stands impressively and wonderfully naked for me to admire.

My breath catches in my throat. He’s so muscular and beautiful, like a sculpture of the perfect male form. I could look at him all day and never get tired. He doesn’t give me long to admire him though, moving swiftly he grips my arms and tosses me onto the bed, taking control. Before I can process what’s happening, his big hands are on either side of my panties and he rips them in half, dropping the remnants on the floor.

“What…?” Drew climbs on top of me, silencing my protest with his mouth, and fills me to the hilt in one quick thrust of his hips. He needed this as much as I did, maybe even more.

“God baby, I’ve missed you so much. I need to know you’re still mine,” Drew says as he moves in and out at an unhurried pace, pulling out almost all the way then slamming back into me in a controlled rhythm, driving me wild with frustration.

“Drew,” I pant, my voice cutting off into an incoherent moan every time he drives deep, teasing me with his cock. With Drew continuing at his unhurried speed, I can feel the slow, gradual spark of pleasure starting deep inside. I clutch at his firm backside in an attempt to get him to go faster, greedy for an orgasm after going without for almost a month. To my horror, instead of giving me what I want, what I need, what I’m right on the edge of getting, he stops.

I panic. “Why are you stopping?” I’m writhing beneath him in agony.

“I don’t want to rush, Syd. I want to savor every minute, feel every part of you against me.

“I need you, babe,” I whine, begging for release. I know I sound pathetic but right now, with him buried deep in me, I can’t take the torture.

“You’ll get me,” Drew says in a husky voice as he nuzzles my breast. “Eventually.” He captures my nipple with his teeth and tugs.

He thinks he’s going to take all night? Well fuck him, I’m dying here!

Pissed and frustrated, I start ineffectively pushing against his rock hard chest, attempting to switch positions so I can be on top and take control. Moving my legs between us, I shove my knees into his narrow hips. He’s too damn heavy.

“What the hell …?” His head snaps up and he meets my eyes, frowning.

Not caring what he thinks, my desperation completely takes over. I concentrate and use all of my leg and arm strength to try and heave him off of me.

His eyes widen in surprise and his mouth gapes open. Well, I don’t give a shit, Forrester. I’m taking what I want! No more treating me like I’m still broken or untouchable. I want to get fucked. Grunting under the strain of his weight, I push harder.

“Sydney, what the hell are you doing?” he snaps. His voice sounds angry, but his carnal expression and his glinting eyes says he’s turned on.

“Getting you the fuck off of me so I can get what I need.” I continue my attempts to wriggle out from under his heavy body.

His gaze darkens, and he grabs my wrists, pinning them above my head, leaving me helpless. “I’m giving you what you need, now lie still or I’ll make you,” he says threateningly, moving his hips in and out. Just enough to tease me back to the brink then, he stops again.

I don’t know if I want to scream at him, slap him, or ride him… maybe all three?

“I need to get fucked!”

Drew smiles wickedly and captures my nipple in his mouth again, biting and rolling it around in his hot mouth. I moan and strain against his hands which are still holding me down on the bed.

“You’re not getting fucked, Sydney, I’m making love to you,” he murmurs against my breast.

His words, intended to make me soften, end up having the opposite effect and drive me insane with lust. Drew pinning me under his hard body, holding my hands captive, buried deep in my wet, needy passage … all rational thought has left my mind.

“Let go of me or fuck me hard!” I intend on sounding insistent but my voice betrays me by pleading with him instead.