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Drake

When I open my eyes, Taylor’s head is on my chest, a soft purr escaping from her lips.

She looks so fucking beautiful when she sleeps.

Last night was one of the best I’ve had in a long time.

I never intended to tell her my secret, but I knew there was no way she would let me in if I didn’t give her something.

My walls come crashing down when I’m with Taylor. She has this way of being so blunt and crass that somehow I become more at ease with her. She’s the only person on the planet who knows I’m still a virgin.

My God, it was so embarrassing telling her the truth.

But the sense of relief I now feel makes it all worth it.

At least with one person, I can be myself.

I doubt my friends and teammates will care, but still, they look at me like I’m a fucking sex god.

Like I can have any girl on campus because of my cock. And I probably can.

I’ve had my share of women throw themselves at me over the years. I’ve had plenty of opportunities to lose my virginity, and yet here I am going into the last stretch of college and still can’t get out of my head long enough to pull the trigger.

In high school, when I had trouble with my game, my dad told me all about my abusive asshole of a grandfather.

To this day, I’ve never met him because of how he treated my dad and aunt.

I could talk to my dad. He would know how to snap me out of this mental prison I’ve trapped myself inside.

But I’ve never wanted to talk to anyone about my issues—until I met Taylor.

She stirs in my arms, her lips slightly parted as she backs her ass into my morning wood.

I’m rock hard, and with this position, it’s painful to be this close to her.

I stare at her, swiping a strand of dark brown hair from her forehead.

Her cheeks have a touch of pink to them, her skin a little warm as I brush the back of my hand against her cheek.

I really fucking like her, and that scares the shit out of me.

She has balls on her, never backs down from a challenge, or even puts up with my shit.

I love the fight in her. Every snarky comment from her mouth makes my cock so damn hard.

But it’s not even our sexual attraction that has me so interested.

“Hey,” she whispers, peeking at me with one eye open.

I touch her cheek again, this time with the pad of my thumb. “Morning, beautiful.”

“Morning.” She smiles. “Are you not wearing any pants?”

I narrow my eyes at her. “No, just my boxers. I hate sleeping in jeans. Why?”

“Because your dick is digging into my ass,” she says with laughter in her voice. “Jeez, Drake. That thing needs its own zip code.”

I can’t help but laugh. “And here I always thought girls like big dicks.”

“They do. Well, I can’t say from personal experience, but yours is more than big. I think they need to come up with a new name for yours.”

I have to move around to adjust myself and give Taylor some space. Keeping my dick in my boxers isn’t that easy. It has a mind of its own. Also, I don’t want to freak Taylor out by showing it to her by accident. Not like she hasn’t seen it before, thanks to Becky Big Tits.

I reach for my pants on the floor and fish out my cell phone, sighing at the dozen text messages from Trent.

“What’s wrong?” Taylor asks, sitting up with her legs crossed on the bed next to me.

“Trent. He sent me a bunch of texts asking where I am. I rarely stay out all night.”

“Don’t tell him you stayed here.”

“Why? Are you that afraid to have anyone know you were with me?”

She grips her knees, rocking herself back and forth on the bed as she bites her lip. “No, it’s not that. I’m not embarrassed by you. I just don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea about us. People think you have sex with every girl on campus, and I don’t want them to add me to that list.”

“What if I could change that?”

I can’t erase all the dumb shit I’ve done over the years. No one will ever believe I didn’t fuck Taylor if I tell them we were together. Then, people will label her as a puck bunny or another one of Drake’s whores.

“How would you do that? It’s hard to change someone’s opinion once it’s formed.”

“You sound like a therapist,” I point out.

She lifts her hands and shrugs. “I will be one someday.”

“That must be why it’s so easy for me to talk to you,” I confess. “Even though you’re mean to me when we’re in public.”

She snorts at my comment. “I’m not mean to you, Drake. I just didn’t like you at first. Do you blame me? I thought you were a walking STD, only to find out that couldn’t be further from the truth.”

I type out a quick message to Trent, telling him I’ll be home in time for the Greek Fair. Every year the sororities and fraternities host a fair in the Quad to raise money for charity.

“Are you going to the fair?” I ask Taylor.

She unhooks one leg from the other and stretches them out on the floor, her arms raised above her head. “Bex mentioned it. But we have to get to practice first. Actually, Bex should have been home by now. I guess Parker is holding her captive.”

Taylor slides off the bed, still dressed in the spandex shorts from last night that ride up her long, toned legs. She has basketball player legs, every curve sculpted to perfection. I can’t stop staring at her body from her toned thighs to her full lips and perky tits.

She snaps her fingers in front of my face. “Hey, buddy, up here.” Taylor points at her eyes, and I have to laugh at the bossy look on her beautiful face.

“Stop calling me buddy.”

“What should I call you instead?”

“How about my name?”

“You know what I started calling you last night in my head?” A devious look crosses her face.

The corner of my mouth pulls up into a crooked grin. “No, but please, share.”

She moves in front of me, her hands on her hips as she stares me down. “My gentle giant.”

I laugh. “Oh my God… you sound like my mom. Please don’t start calling me that.”

“What?” She cocks an eyebrow at me. “You’re a giant… and not as rough as I was expecting. The name kinda fits.”

“I guess anything is better than Big Guy.”

“And why is that?”

“Because that’s what my mom calls my dad.”

“So, does that make you Little Big Guy?” She tilts her head back and laughs. “Sorry, I didn’t mean that, but that would be funny.”

“No, she calls me Drakey. I hate it. But I also kinda like it because it’s her name for me.”

Standing in front of me, she makes room for herself between my legs and grips my shoulders. “Sounds like you’re close with your mom.”

“Yeah. She’s awesome. A little different, but definitely one of the cooler parents. All of my friends have a crush on her. And it doesn’t hurt that she writes nasty romance books that now all of them have read and imagine her in them.”

Taylor’s laughter shakes through me. “What’s her name?”

“Sydney Donovan but she writes under Sydney Carroway, her maiden name.”

Taylor covers her mouth with her hand and gasps. “Holy shit, your mom is Sydney Carroway.” When she squeals, I cringe. “I love her books. They’re so hot and funny. Damn, so your dad is the guy in all of her books then, huh?”

I turn my head away from her and sigh. “Yeah, unfortunately. The whole thing grosses me out. Sometimes, I even hear them talking about things they need to try for her books.”

She makes a sound that’s a mixture of laughter and gagging. “That’s awesome.”

I look up at her, shaking my head. “No, not even close. You do not understand what it’s like to live with them. She even recruited my sister to help her plot and write books. They do it together now.”

“Well, that’s kinda weird if she’s writing about your dad.”

“She’s not writing about him… just inspired by him.”

“So, I guess that’s where you get your monster cock from. She talks about that a lot in her books.”

“You have no filter,” I shoot back. “Ugh, you’re talking about my parents. This shit makes me want to puke.”

Taylor runs her hands down my arms, sending an electric pulse through them.

“Keep doing that. It feels good.”

I close my eyes, and she continues to rub my skin with hers, eventually dipping down to press her lips to mine.

She climbs onto my lap and rocks her hips as she sweeps her tongue into my mouth.

I wasn’t hard, but now I am. After last night, and now this morning, I’m gonna be hurting like a motherfucker later.

Gripping her hair with my hand, I pull her closer, so fucking greedy I can’t get enough. She grinds on me, my dick painfully hard. I’m like an animal with Taylor—fisting handfuls of her hair, my hands traveling over every surface of her body.

My head spins when she separates her lips from mine, her lips parted and chapped.

She’s gasping for air and panting like she’s in heat.

Taylor licks her lips, and then she lowers her head.

Her eyes widen when she takes in the sight of my cock poking through the slit in my boxers.

I reach down to fix myself, but she clutches my wrist before I get the chance.

“I want to touch it,” she says against my lips.

“It’s not a toy, Taylor.”

“I can take that pain away for you… if you want me to.”

Her hand falls from my wrist to wrap around the base of my cock.

Sliding her hand up and down my shaft, she moans into my mouth as she slips her tongue inside.

I never expected Taylor to want to touch my dick, let alone make me come.

It seems like the more I lower my guard and let her in, her resolve fades.

“I want to touch you, too,” I confess, breaking the kiss.

With Taylor, I don’t want to take anything too far or do anything without her permission.

Still jerking my dick, she nods, lifting her hips to give me better access. Moving her spandex shorts to the side, I’m surprised to find she’s not wearing any underwear.

“Bad girl,” I growl, and her eyes flicker with acknowledgment.