I’d fallen asleep at some point – specifically after touching myself under the sheets, coming with an uncontrolled moan and then passing out. But somewhere around 3AM, I woke up with a hangover. Not from drinking, since I hadn’t, but from being drunk off Drew Maddox.

A shiver rippled up my spine as I relived the image of his clenching abs as he came.

Holy shit. That happened, I thought, sitting groggily up in the dark of my room for a few seconds before getting up and going out in the hall. I peered over the railing to check if Drew was still downstairs where I left him, but when I saw the couch empty, I turned to look down the hall.

His bedroom door was closed, but the light was on in his room, and I had to physically stop myself from going down the hall. I literally held onto my doorknob, anchoring myself down in case I floated off like a balloon to Drew’s room.

I wanted to see him. I wanted to know what he was doing or thinking right this moment.

But I was also scared to find out so, rather than cave to that need, I went back in my room, closed the door and climbed into bed. I closed my eyes, praying to fall asleep before I got sober enough to analyze what the fuck I’d just done tonight, and why the hell it was physically impossible for me to resist Drew Maddox.

But when I heard him rustling in his room, my eyes shot open.

I stared into the darkness as I lay on my side, holding my breath as I heard his bedroom door creak open, his bare footsteps coming down the hall. I was barely breathing by the time I heard him pass the stairs because all that was left past that point was my room.

There was no knock before he opened the door, and the second he did our eyes quietly found each other.

Our gaze stayed locked as his stride continued into my room without a moment’s hesitation. I caught the fact that he was still shirtless in those grey sweats before he closed the door, and it was pitch black again.

I couldn’t see even the faintest bit of his silhouette as I heard him step toward the bed. Then I felt the sheets rip off my body.

“Drew!” I gasped as he climbed on top of me and flipped me swiftly onto my stomach. My heart pounded against the mattress as I felt him wedge a hand between my thighs and part my legs. “What are you doing?” I exhaled, already short of breath. My pussy throbbed out of control as I felt him pull down my panties. “Drew!”

I could practically hear the smile curl his lips as he savored a few more seconds of my writhing breathlessness before answering.

“I don’t do double standards. If you get to break the rule then so do I,” he said, holding my legs open by my ankles.

My mouth hung wide open as I hugged my pillow tight. It was dark, I was on my stomach, and I couldn’t see a thing. All I knew was that my naked pussy was bared to Drew, and I had no idea what he was going to do with it.

But whatever it was, I was already aching for it.

I stared into the black of the room, my senses on high alert as I waited to feel something. A rolling shudder moved up my body as Drew pushed his hands up my calves and my thighs. There was no doubt in my mind that he was hard, but I wasn’t sure if his cock was out. I wasn’t sure if I was seconds from feeling it plunge inside me. I waited to hear maybe the crinkle of a condom wrapper but all I heard was my own heartbeat and the sharpness of my choppy breaths.

The hairs on the back of my neck stood up as I felt Drew’s weight shift on the mattress.

Then suddenly, I felt the warm flick of his tongue on my pussy.

“Oh God.” I dug my fingers into my pillow and squirmed, but he pinned me down by the backs of my thighs, holding me perfectly still so his tongue could part my folds and lick up my wet pussy.

Oh… fuck. Yes. Fuck yes.

My thighs tensed but barely a squeak escaped my mouth, the shock and pleasure of it all paralyzing me completely stiff. I was at the mercy of Drew’s mouth as he continued his gentle assault on my nerves, rolling his tongue against me, pulsing it skillfully, till I could hear my own wetness smacking against his mouth. He let out a low, leisurely groan as if I were his favorite meal, and as I relaxed enough to feel my grogginess again, I wondered if I was dreaming.

Is this even happening?

Maybe it wasn’t. Maybe I’d gone back to bed, fallen asleep and dreamt of Drew silently entering my bedroom to strip me of my panties and bury his mouth between my legs.

Because this felt too good to be real. It felt too right to be real. I was shocked, nervous for all of a second but now I was starting to calm. Eyes closed, I hugged my pillow to my breasts as Drew rubbed his hand all over my ass, laving against me, easing my juices onto his tongue with his every wet stroke.

“That’s it, baby,” he muttered as I arched my back, presenting him more of my pussy to lick. I felt delirious as he lapped at me for what felt like five minutes straight, sending full-body shudders rippling from head to toe before finally forcing me to wake up a little bit.

“Drew,” I breathed in surprise. His sweats were still on but I could feel his cock falling between my calves, dragging heavily up my legs as he kissed up the curve of my bottom, then up my back.

It wasn’t long before he buried his mouth against the curve of my neck, kissing me furiously as his fingers pumped in and out of my pussy.

“Fucking knew you’d be this tight,” he growled low in my ear as I gasped for breath, digging my nails into my pillow.

“Oh my God, Drew. That feels too good.”

“Do you want to come on my hand or my mouth?”

Jesus. Was that a serious question? Was “both” a reasonable answer?

“I don’t care, just make me come,” I whispered just before he withdrew his fingers and flipped me onto my back. I couldn’t see what was happening, but I knew he went down on me fast because in a second flat, I felt his warm tongue on my clit. I cried out hard, one hand clawing the sheets and the other tugging his hair as he gripped the tops of my thighs. Pulling me tight to his mouth, he held me still, licking the wet length of my pussy before sucking my clit till I came. The moan I let out stretched longer as Drew let out a rumbling mmm that buzzed so pleasurably against me it felt like I was coming again.

Oh God. Oh my God.

Holy shit.

I felt Drew’s weight lower on top of me as I caught my breath on my back. I closed my eyes as I felt his mouth return to his favorite place on my neck, and I reveled in lying with him for a little, his teeth skimming my jaw as his fingertips stroked the sopping wetness between my legs.

No yeah, that was a dream, I decided.

Especially when I felt Drew get up and leave, closing the door behind him and leaving me to listen to his footsteps return down the hall.