“No way you’re gonna make it there in time. Class already started,” he said, pulling me close again. “Wanna ditch with me? Making it through our first argument calls for something special. Not a day full of boring classes.”
“I can’t skip all day, but I could miss my first class since I’m already late.”
“Come back to the house with me?” he asked.
I gulped in response to the heat in his smoldering gaze. “Yes,” I whispered.
He flashed me a triumphant grin before we headed off in the direction of his fraternity. It was strange to walk into the house early in the morning. Some of the guys were downstairs eating breakfast when we walked in. Drake nodded at them and pulled me towards the stairs. I could hear their laughter as we headed up and felt a little embarrassed that they all assumed we were going to his room for sex.
Drake’s room was fairly neat for a guy, but the covers were pulled down on his bed. The sheets were rumpled, and I could see the indent his head had left on his pillow. I could picture him sprawled in his bed last night as he’d slept. Naked. Oh, God. Now I had sex on the brain.
Moving towards the bed, Drake gently nudged me so that I was sitting down. He pulled my shoes off, and I watched him kneel at my feet as I ran my fingers through his hair. He reached up to take my coat off and tossed it on his chair. He stared at me as he yanked his own shoes and coat off and dumped them on the floor. He yanked his sweater off, leaving the t-shirt he wore under it on.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
I fell backwards, my back resting on the bed while my feet were still on the floor. I felt his fingers pull the snap of my jeans open and slide the zipper down before he tugged them down my legs. He pulled my socks off with them and lightly ran his fingertips upwards, starting at the bottom of my feet. He trailed them up the inside of my legs, pausing as he placed wet, open-mouthed kisses on the underside of my knees. My legs parted, giving him more room. I could feel his hot breath as he slowly moved up my inner thighs. His fingertips had been replaced by his tongue as he moved farther up, his hands holding my legs open for him in a strong grasp.
“I owe you an apology for leaving you to worry so long about Sasha, baby. Think I’m gonna make a new rule for us. Any time one of us needs to make something up to the other, we do it from our knees,” he murmured before he ran his tongue around the seam of my panties.
I gasped in response to the rush of moisture his words caused. My panties were drenched and his nostrils flared in response.
“Damn. Think I’m gonna mess up more often if it means I get to taste you each fucking time,” he said before yanking my panties down my legs, practically ripping them from my body. “Take your shirt off for me.”
I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. Before I had it all the way off, I felt his lips press against my clit. I couldn’t see anything with the shirt covering my eyes, and my other senses felt heightened. I groaned deeply in response to the new feeling.
“You like it when you can’t see what I’m about to do. Don’t you, baby?”
I looked down at him as I tossed the shirt away. The sight of his wet lips tilted into a smirk drove me crazy. My eyes met his as I nodded my head in response, words failing me as his thumbs rubbed the top of my thighs while he waited for me to respond.
“Don’t move. Stay right there,” he said as he got up to rummage in his closet.
He came back with a dark red tie in his hand that he placed next to me on the bed.
“Eyes right here,” he instructed as he removed his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest. He continued his striptease, slowly popping the button on his jeans and inching the zipper down. My gaze was riveted as I waited for him to pull them down his body. I wanted him naked for me, and he gave me what I wanted as he dropped them to the floor. He stood before me, wearing only a pair of black boxer briefs. His cock strained against them, leaving a dark spot of moisture at the tip. I drank in the gorgeous sight of his body.
“I want to be the last thing you see before I do this,” he rasped as he grabbed the tie off the bed and reached to wrap it across my eyes. He knotted it behind my head, leaving me in darkness. “Just feel what I’m doing to your body, Alexa,” he whispered into my ear before nibbling his way down my neck.
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.