The Blythe College Complete Series Box Set Page 11

  I pointedly looked at her hand and then back to his face as I stood next to them with my arms crossed, not saying a word. Drake swatted her hand away and looked back at me with an amused expression on his face, shrugging his shoulders as if to ask what he could do about it. Arrogant bastard.

  The blond girl barely registered the fact that he’d rebuffed her as she gazed up at him adoringly. “Ugh! I think I just threw up in my mouth a little,” I muttered under my breath. At Drake’s chuckle, I realized I hadn’t said that as quietly as I’d thought. His laughter earned him a death stare from me.

  “Sasha, you’ve met my girlfriend before,” he said as he pulled me closer. “Alexa, I think you know Sasha. Our families are close since our moms are best friends.”

  “Really? How nice for you both,” I said sarcastically as he began to unravel the mystery of how they knew each other.

  Sasha looked down at our entwined fingers and then back up at Drake’s face with an irritated expression. Her eyes trailed over his chest hungrily on the way up. Yay, what a good morning for me. I got to watch as a close family friend ogled my boyfriend. Yippee. She finally acknowledged my presence by looking at me like I was a bug she’d like to squash under her foot.

  “Yes, it’s great to have so much in common with such a great guy. I can’t wait to see your family over the holidays, Drake,” she said as she sent a triumphant smile my way.

  Drake ran his hand up and down my back in a comforting gesture and pressed a kiss to my forehead. “Mom’s excited about her annual open house. I may not be around much. Depends on what plans Alexa has. Wouldn’t want to spend our first holiday apart.”

  Sasha’s jaw dropped at his words. Our expressions of shock probably mirrored each other since Drake and I hadn’t talked about plans for the holiday breaks yet. Thanksgiving was just around the corner, and it was my favorite day of the year. We usually had dinner with Aubrey’s family, and I spent the night before at her house so I could help her mom start cooking early in the morning. Turkey with all the trimmings, the Macy’s parade on TV, and football filled my memories of Thanksgiving each year.

  Jumping on the chance to drive Sasha crazy, I leaned up to kiss Drake and whispered to him, “Childhood friends? You are so going to pay for this later.” I turned my head and raised my voice so she could hear me. “I’d hate to be apart too, sweetie,” I cooed.

  “But, Drake, your mom would be crushed if you didn’t come home for the holidays,” Sasha protested.

  Drake moved behind me and wrapped both arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head. “Didn’t say I wasn’t going to be there. Just that my plans depend on what Alexa wants to do.”

  I chuckled in response and pulled his arms even tighter around my body. “That shouldn’t be such a surprise, Sasha. Isn’t that what good boyfriends do? And Drake really is the best.”

  Her nose scrunched up in distaste as she heaved a big sigh. “Whatever,” she huffed as she stomped away.

  Drake turned me so that we were now facing each other. “Damn, you’re so fucking hot when you’re jealous.”

  I slapped his arm. “Jealous! What the hell, Drake? She practically stalks you around campus, and the first time I saw you, you were having an argument with her. I figured she was an ex-girlfriend and couldn’t figure out why you let her hang around so much.”

  He rubbed his arm where I hit him, acting like it had actually hurt and pouting down at me. “You should’ve just asked me about her, babe.”

  “Argh! You are so frustrating! What was I supposed to say? ‘Drake, you know that blond chick that likes to trail after you all the time and flirt? Did you just fuck her or was she your girlfriend before me?’ No, wait. That wouldn’t even have been specific enough ‘cause there are just so many damn blondes on campus that flirt with you all the time.”

  Clearly not fearing the laser-beam glare I was now sending his way, Drake started to chuckle deeply. “Alexa, I’d only been on campus a few days before I noticed you. Couldn’t get you out of my head, and there wasn’t enough time for me to have a girlfriend and dump her for you.”

  I stomped my foot in frustration, not sure exactly why I was getting so angry. The Sasha mystery had been solved, and I didn’t have to think about them in bed together anymore which had been driving me a little crazy with how much we bumped into her all the time. This had been building up inside all this time.

  “You could have just shared with me that you knew her because your parents are friends, Drake.”

  “Baby, you could have asked me if it was bothering you. I figured you knew you don’t have anything to worry about with Sasha. She’s just a pest that I put up with ‘cause our moms are friends. It didn’t even cross my mind that I had anything to explain about her. Thought it was pretty clear that I’m not into her with how I act around her.”

  Arms crossed, I started to tap my foot. “I didn’t think you liked her now, Drake. But it wasn’t clear to me why you tolerated her so much. Now I get it, okay?”

  He pulled my arms away from my body and wrapped them around his instead. “You gotta talk to me if something’s bothering you. I’m not a mind reader. Didn’t realize she got to you that much. I’ll make sure she backs off from now on.”

  I snuggled into him, relieved that he understood why I was so upset. “You’re right. I should have asked you about her before. I just didn’t know what to say, and I wasn’t sure that I wanted to hear the answer.”

  “You’ve got nothing to fear with me, Alexa. If this is going to work, you have to talk to me when something bothers you this much. No keeping shit inside like this anymore, got it?”

  I nodded my head. “I’ll try.”

  “Hate to tell you this, but you’re late for class now.”

  “Crap. How late?” I asked as I jumped away from him.

  “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 s
o 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 along 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 around 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.

  “Mmmm, I think my Alexa likes when I’m a little bit rough,” he whispered into my skin. I felt his fingers move down my body, and he easily slipped one inside of me. “Fuck, baby. You’re dripping wet,” he groaned.

  One thick finger rubbed inside me while his thumb played with my clit. His mouth moved between my breasts, and he alternated between sucking on my nipples and licking around them. Not knowing what he was going to do next was driving me wild. I writhed on the bed, the sheets gripped in my clenched fists while I bit my lip, trying not to scream out.

  “Drake, please,” I begged.

  “Please what, baby? Do you need more?” he asked before plunging another finger inside me. My legs trembled as he pumped two fingers in and out of my body at a painstakingly slow pace. “Or do you need faster?” he teased me before increasing the speed.

  My legs tightened around his hand, trying to increase the friction so I could climax. “Yes,” I moaned.

  “Not yet, Alexa,” he chuckled darkly. I felt his other hand grip one of my thighs as he pried my legs apart. “I need a taste of you first.”

  That was all the warning I got before his lips clamped on my clit, and it was more than I could take. I reached above my head, wildly searching for a pillow. I found one just in time as I flew over the cliff and screamed into the pillow to muffle the sound.

  “So good, baby,” Drake muttered as he continued to drive me crazy with his tongue. He pulled his fingers from me and gripped both thighs to keep my legs apart as he licked my sex. I shuddered as aftershocks hit me.

  “Drake, oh God. I can’t take anymore,” I whimpered.

  “I don’t know. Am I done saying sorry? Do you forgive me yet?” he teased.

  “Yes! Totally forgiven.”

  “You sure?” He tormented me as he sucked my clit back into his mouth and moved his fingers up my thighs.

  “What?” I asked, losing track of our conversation at the feel of his fingers sliding inside again.

  “Are you sure I’m done? You can’t take any more?” he rasped. He pulled his mouth away and stilled his fingers while they were deep inside me.

  “Please,” I begged, not even sure what I was asking for anymore.

  “Please stop? Or please more? Which one is it, Alexa?” Drake asked.

  “More. I need more,” I pleaded with him.

  “Good, because so do I,” he said before pumping his fingers furiously inside me. His tongue teased, circling my clit before moving down to dip inside me as his fingers pulled out. He fucked me with his tongue, hands holding me open as he devoured me. “One more, baby. You can give me one more, can’t you?”

  I wanted to give him anything he wanted, just so he didn’t stop what he was doing. “Yes, one more,” I whispered. I reached down and rubbed my clit with two fingers.

  “That’s right. Help me get you there. I want to watch you come for me, Alexa,” he commanded, watching me touch myself. He slid his thumb inside as he lapped at the juices flowing from my body. I tightened around his finger as my body stretched, a second climax rolling over me in waves.

  Drake placed a kiss at the top of each of my thighs before moving up my body. He paused to play with my breasts, softly licking each nipple after sucking it into his mouth. A light sheen of sweat covered my body as I lay there panting. I reached up to pull him closer to my body, needing to hold him.

  “Damn, baby. Won’t ever get enough of that. Watching you come for me has to be the most beautiful thing ever,” he whispered into my ear.

  I nuzzled into his neck, enjoying our closeness. I still couldn’t quite catch my breath, so I just nodded my head. He rolled onto his back and pulled me with him. We lay there together for several minutes, neither of us saying a word. He drew circles on my back, moving from my neck down to the dip in my lower back. Once I had recovered from my climaxes, I kissed a trail up his jaw to his ear.

  “Thank you, Drake,” I whispered.

  “You’re welcome, Alexa,” he muttered back.

  I swirled my tongue in his ear and blew softly. He shuddered in response, goose bumps popping up on his skin. His reaction bolstered my confidence, making me feel powerful. I sat up on my knees and leaned over his body, licking and sucking as I kissed his neck. I ran my hands down his chest, occasionally flexing my fingernails into his skin like a kitten.

  “Baby,” he hissed in response. “You’ve got class.”

  “It’s my turn to try out your new rule. I didn’t talk to you about how I felt and let everything build up inside instead. How am I going to learn my lesson if I don’t pay for my mistake, Drake?”

  He used his finger to pull my chin up so he was looking me in the eye. “You don’t need to do anything you aren’t ready for.”

  “I am ready for this. I need to show you how much I want you, too.”

  His eyes flared at my words, and he held my gaze as he nodded. “Fuck, yeah,” he muttered.

  His eyes stayed locked on me as I moved to kneel between his legs. I leaned over him, my hair brushing across his chest. I could feel the heat of his erection through his underwear as it pressed into my belly. His nipples were hard, and I flicked my tongue over one while rolling the other between my finger and thumb. As I raked my teeth over his nipple, I felt his cock jump in reaction. I moved to the other side and softly blew over his skin before opening my mouth wide and biting down hard. Drake’s hips jerked upwards in response, and his hands gripped the back of my head as he held my mouth to him. I sucked hard, leaving a dark red mark
behind.

  “You like it a little rough, too. Don’t you, Drake?” I asked.

  He wrapped my hair around one fist before answering. “I like that you wanted to mark me. Trying hard as I can not to pull you up here so I can leave my own mark on your body.”

  “Maybe later. It’s my time to play now,” I teased. His hold on my hair tightened a little, letting me know it was my turn because he was letting me have one. I had no doubt that if he wanted to switch roles he wouldn’t have a problem convincing me. He let go, and I continued down his body. I savored the taste of his skin, licking and sucking along the way. I swirled my tongue around his belly button and ran my fingernails along the top band of his boxer briefs. He lifted his hips so I could pull them down, and I hiked the fabric up so that I could move them past his jutting erection.

  As I worked my way back up his legs, I let my hair trail over his skin. When I reached his cock, I licked the drop of pre-cum from the tip and twirled my tongue around the crown. I sucked the head into my mouth and glanced up to see Drake watching me, his eyes burning with desire. I released him with a popping sound, and he groaned in protest. I slithered up a little and moved so his cock jutted between my breasts. I squeezed them together to increase the friction as I moved up and down. On the downward motion, I stuck my tongue out so I could swirl it around the crown each time it peeked out of the top of my breasts.

  Drake’s hips pumped in time with my movements, his hands resting on my shoulders. I slowed down on the last stroke, opening my mouth wide and sucking him inside. I heard his breath hiss out, and he fisted my hair tightly.

  “Fuck, baby. You’re driving me crazy. Suck me deeper,” he ordered in a husky tone.

  I wrapped a hand around the base and hummed deep in my throat. I twisted my head in one direction and the hand gripping him in the other, rotating back and forth. I felt his erection grow even harder in my mouth. I worked my tongue over his cock, tracing every vein along the way. I wanted to drive him crazy with passion. His hand gripped me harder as his hips jerked up and down in time with my motions. I moved my free hand to his balls and raked my fingernails over them.