My Sister's Best Friend

in the backroom

Drew's hand was firm and reassuring in mine as he led me through the pulsing crowd and into the dim hallway.

The music grew muffled, replaced by the sound of my racing heart and the slap of our shoes against the sticky floor.

The back room was completely different from the chaos of the dance floor. It was small and dimly lit, with a couch pushed up against the wall.

The air was stale and heavy with the stench of alcohol and desire.

Drew's eyes were dark with need as he turned to face me, his gaze scanning my body hungrily.

"Lock the door." The words were a command.

My heart was in my throat as I turned the lock, the click echoing in the small space.

This was it.

Before I could turn back around, I felt his hands on my dress' back zipper.

"Let's get you out of this dress," Drew murmured, his voice thick with lust.

I nodded, my hands trembling as I reached behind me to help him. The zipper slid down, and the material fell away from my body, pooling at my feet.

I was not wearing a bra. The only thing that stood between me and complete nudity at this point was my black thong, drenched in my desire.

Drew's eyes widened with hunger as he took in the sight of my bare breasts. He stepped closer, cupping one gently in his hand, his thumb flicking my hardened n****e.

"This is wrong," I murmured even as I leaned into his touch.

"Only if you want it to be." Drew's voice was a velvet purr, his thumb circling my n****e until it was a tight, sensitive peak.

I swallowed hard, my eyes locked on his. The tension was unbearable, the room seeming to shrink around us.

"Take it off," he murmured, his eyes dropping to the scrap of fabric that was my thong.

My hands were shaking as I reached down and slid it off, stepping out of it.

Drew's eyes followed the movement, his pupils dilating as he took in the sight of my nakedness.

His gaze was like a caress, leaving me feeling both exposed and incredibly desirable.

With a swift movement, Drew had me pinned against the wall, his body pressing into mine, his erection pressing into my stomach.

His hands roamed my bare skin, leaving a trail of fire wherever they touched.

"You're so beautiful," he murmured, his breath hot against my neck. His mouth found my ear, and he nipped at the lobe, sending a shiver down my spine.

I couldn't deny the thrill that shot through me, the raw, unbridled lust that I had never felt before.

"Drew..." I whispered, his name a plea on my lips as his hands continued to explore my body.

His fingers danced down my torso, tracing the curve of my waist and then sliding down to cup my ass. He squeezed, pulling me even closer, the fabric of his jeans rough against my skin.

"This is not fair," I murmured.

"Nothing in life is." He replied.

"You need to lose your clothes as well." I tried to push him away but he didn't budge.

Drew chuckled, a deep, throaty sound that made me wetter. "As you wish."

With deft hands, he removed his shirt, undid his belt, and unzipped his pants, pushing them down to reveal his boxer briefs that were stretched tight over his impressive bulge.

My cheeks flushed as I took in the sight of him, so close, so real. I had seen Drew in various states of undress over the years, but never like this, never with this intention.

"Better?" He smirked.

"Much better." I croaked out making him chuckle.

Drew's hand trailed down to the button of his boxer briefs, and with a single, deliberate move, he released it, letting the fabric fall to the floor.

His erection sprang free, long and hard, pointing at me.

My eyes widened as I took in the sight of him, my heart racing even faster.

This was really happening.

Drew's one hand reached down to stroke himself and the other cupped my center, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're so wet," he murmured, his voice gruff with desire. "Tell me you want this."

I couldn't find the words to respond, but my body spoke for me, my hips rocking against his hand.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice a low growl.

I nodded, unable to form coherent words as his fingers slid through my slick folds. "Yes," I managed to murmur, my voice strained with desire.

Drew's smile grew wolfish, and he stepped closer, aligning his c**k with my entrance. The heat of him was overwhelming, and I could feel the wetness of my arousal coating him.

"Are you sure?" He whispered, his eyes searching mine.

I nodded, my breath hitching as his c**k nudged at my entrance.

With a gentle thrust, Drew pushed all the way inside me, filling me completely. A gasp escaped my lips as I felt him stretch me.

He paused for a moment, giving me time to adjust to his size, before beginning to move, his hips rocking into me in a steady, rhythmic motion.

The feeling was indescribable, a mix of pain and pleasure that made my toes curl and my nails dig into his shoulders.

His eyes held mine, watching every flicker of emotion that played across my face.

"I want to kiss you." He admitted.

"What's stopping you?" I asked him.

He shook his head. "We should keep this impersonal." He said. "Kisses complicate things."

I know I am the person who complained to my sister that I did not like him. But his words hurt.

I let out a moan of sudden pleasure as he picked up pace.

I held on to my bravado. "Works for me." I shrugged.

Drew's eyes searched mine, a hint of something vulnerable flashing across his face, but then it was gone, replaced by his usual cocky smirk.

He didn't kiss me, but his mouth hovered just above mine, our breaths mingling as we moved together.

His hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding my movements as he thrust deeper, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body.

I could feel the tension building inside me, the pressure growing with every stroke.

Drew's grip tightened, his hips moving faster, the friction between us setting my nerves on fire.

"Oh, Drew," I moaned, unable to keep my voice steady. His eyes never left mine, his pupils blown wide with lust.

"You're so tight, Elara," he murmured, his voice strained with effort. "So perfect."

The words sent a bolt of pleasure through me, and I moaned louder, my body begging for more.

Drew's rhythm grew more erratic, his breathing ragged as he approached his climax. I could feel the tension coiling within him, his muscles tightening as he pushed into me with an urgency that was impossible to ignore.

My own orgasm was building, my walls clenching around him as I neared the edge.

The sound of our bodies slapping together filled the small space, punctuated by our gasping breaths and his occasional curse.

"f**k, Elara, you feel so good," he groaned, his strokes becoming more forceful.

I threw my head back, the pleasure building to a crescendo. "Drew," I whimpered, my legs beginning to shake.

"That's it, baby! Call my name when you c*m around my d**k!"

Drew's voice was thick with desire, his eyes never leaving mine as he drove into me.

My orgasm crashed over me like a wave, my body convulsing around him as I cried out his name. The pleasure was so intense, I could barely breathe.

Drew's eyes lit up with victory, and he grunted as he found his own release, his c**k pulsing inside me.

For a moment, we remained there, our bodies joined as one, both of us trying to catch our breaths.

"s**t!" I cursed.

"What?" He looked... hurt, only for a moment.

"We forgot protection," I said.

"I am clean." He sounded defensive.

"STDs are not the only things prevented by condoms, Drew." I rolled my eyes.

He leaned in, his chest heaving with exertion. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice laced with genuine concern. "I didn't mean to get carried away."

I nodded, my heart still racing. "It's okay," I managed to say. "I will get a pill in the morning. But we can't do this again."

Drew stepped back, his expression unreadable. "Is that what you want?"

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. "It's not about what I want," I whispered. "It's about what we can't risk."

"Since you are getting the pill, I think we can go a couple more rounds." His wolfish grin was back.

I rolled my eyes at his audacity, but I couldn't deny the way my body was responding to his closeness. "We are not doing this again." I tried to sound firm, but the tremble in my voice betrayed my desire.

Drew leaned in, his breath still hot against my neck. "Why not?" His voice was a seductive whisper, his hand tracing lazy circles on my hip. "It feels so good."

I closed my eyes, fighting the urge to melt into his touch. "Because it's wrong, Drew. You know it. And what if Sienna finds out?"

"We did it once." He shrugged. "A couple more times won't make a difference."

I opened my eyes and pushed him away, trying to ignore the ache between my legs that begged for more of him. "You don't get it, Drew. This isn't a game."

He stepped back, his expression a mix of confusion and frustration. "I know it's not a game, Elara. I just thought we both wanted this."

"I... I don't know what I want." I admitted.

He stepped forward, "Then let me show you exactly what you need."

Drew's eyes were dark with passion, and his voice was a seductive whisper that sent shivers down my spine.

His hands slid around my waist, and he lifted me onto the couch, his erection pressing against me.

"Drew, we can't," I protested weakly, even as my body melted into his touch.

"Why not?" His voice was a low growl, his eyes never leaving mine. "You know you want this."

I couldn't argue with the truth in his words.

My body was still humming with the aftershocks of our first encounter, and the thought of feeling him inside me again was almost too much to resist.

"Fine," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "But only because we're already here."

Drew's smile was one of triumph as he slid into me again, his c**k stretching me open with a delicious pressure.