“Dammit, Sue, when are you going to realize that Mike isn’t worth it?”

            Susan White sighed. She had been going out with Mike for six years now, and she had just about had it with her friends’ insistence he wasn’t the right one for her.  

            “Sue, you know she’s right.” Janet piped in.

            Sue looked at her four friends gathered to help her celebrate her 27^th birthday. They were the vanguard of the celebration, others would be joining them later. Everyone but Mike.

            He didn’t give her a reason why, but he wouldn’t be able to help celebrate her birthday today. Hell, he hadn’t even bothered calling her to wish her happy birthday and in their five minute conversation yesterday, he hadn’t said a thing.

            It wasn’t just this, either. They hadn’t been real close in a long time. He was always doing things with his friends and family, and she was rarely, if ever, included.

            Who was she kidding? Their relationship was over, and they both knew it. Neither of them had had the courage to cut the last string keeping them together.  

            “Girl, wake up and smell the coffee!” 

            “I talked to him. He said he would try harder.”

            “Sue, he's 30 years old. He's not gonna change for you. He doesn’t have to change for you, because no matter how many times you talk to him, you take him back without any changes at all. At best he changes for a week, maybe if you are really lucky he does well for two weeks. But then it goes back to the way he want things.”

            Tammy took over the rant. “Hell, girl, he has a girlfriend that will see him when he wants, fuck him when he wants, and lets him live the rest of his life the way he wants. It is never about you and your wants.”

            “But -.”

            “But nothing. He is killing you.”

            “Look, it’s my birthday. Can we please talk about something else?”  She knew they would break up eventually. It had to happen. It would happen, she just didn’t want to think about it right now.

            “Sure, how about Drew?”

            Sue swallowed hard. “Drew? What about him?”

            “What did he do for your birthday, Sue?”

            “What do you mean? He’s gonna show up with the rest of the crew later on tonight.”

            “Yeah, but what do you want from him?”

            What did she want from him? She wanted him to take all her choices away so she didn’t have to drive herself nuts.

            “I don’t know what you're talking about. He’s my friend. Just like you guys are my friends. Anyway, I don’t date friends’ exes.”

            “Bullshit.”

            “What do you mean bullshit? I have never dated one of your exes.”

            Tammy glared at Sue. “No, but that is just an excuse. You know we don’t care if you date him. It’s been over for me and him for four years. And it wasn’t that good or long to begin with. Janet dated him for what, a month?”

            “It doesn’t matter. I told you already I love Mike. Drew is only a friend.”

            Just then the door opened and a four more people came through. Sue had eyes for only one. Drew.

            She and Drew Harrison had been friends for years. The whole crew of about ten of them had been together since college.  There had never been anything between the two of them until this January. He had come back from living in the city for a couple years and joined them all at the bar one night. He had started the night off by buying her a drink, and continued to buy her drinks for the rest of the night. He had been more affectionate than ever before, putting his arm around her, being near her. Doing things that were unlike him.

When she had called him on it, he had gotten serious, and asked why he couldn’t buy her the drinks. She laughed it off, not sure what he was asking.  When she had jokingly told him Mike would get jealous, his eyes had widened, and then something inside them seemed to shut down before he said that he wanted to buy her drinks, and handed her another one.

A couple months after that, they had both been drinking fairly heavily one night, and went out to the car to wait for their designated driver. The door was locked so they leaned against the car and talked like they normally would.

She still didn’t know how it happened, but the next thing she knew they were liplocked, and she didn’t want to let him go. When they finally pulled away, he apologized, and walked back into the bar to get their driver.

Sue shook her head free of memories. She had tried to talk to him about it, but he kept brushing her off. And she knew it was better that way. Even if he wanted her, she couldn’t do anything about it because she was still dating Mike. At least officially.

The next couple hours were lost to Sue as her friends celebrated her joining the “late 20’s crowd” with lots of drinking and laughing.

“Okay, Sue, time to get going.”

Sue looked up straight into Drew’s eyes. His bright green eyes always made her feel as though she were drowning, and there was no escape. She wasn’t even aware that he had hold of her arm until she was standing up beside him and he said goodbye to the rest of the crew.

“But, Tammy was supposed to take me home.”  She protested feebly.

“Honey, Tammy is long gone. She and Mark went home over an hour ago. I promised her I would see you got out safely.”

“Hokay.”  Sue sighed as she melted against Drew’s warm embrace. He always felt so good, she couldn’t deny herself that touch. Especially when she wasn’t in charge of all her faculties.

***

Sue woke up slowly, to the sounds of waves beating against the shore.  Waves?  She didn’t live that close to the ocean.  Her eyes flew open as she realized she wasn’t in her own bed. 

She was in a bedroom decorated in a sophisticated beachside theme.  Where the hell was she? There was a large dresser, with a picture on it that she could barely see.  Drew?  What the hell? 

Aaah, she must have been more drunk than she realized last night, and he took her to his place to sleep it off.  Suddenly feeling better, Sue went to raise herself up, and couldn’t move.  Her hands were over her head and she couldn’t pull them down. 

She was tied up! In Drew’s bed!

She started to kick out and discovered her feet were free under the blanket.  What was going on?  Before her panic could get out of control, and have her screaming for Drew, the bedroom door opened and he walked in.

“Thank god.  What the hell is going on?”

“Good, you’re awake.”  He said happily.

“Drew!”

“In the flesh, my dear.”

“Where am I?”

“In my beach house, of course.”

“I know that.”

“Well then why did you ask?”

Sue glared at him in frustration. “Would you care to tell me what this is all about?”

“Sure, I’m making a point.”

“A point?”  Anyone who knew Sue would have been able to tell she was trying to keep her rising temper from exploding. “What point would that be?”

“That you are mine.”

“What?”

Drew walked up to the side of the bed and sat next to Sue’s waist. “You are mine, Sue. You know it, and I know it. You just have to accept it.”

“I don’t belong to anyone, Drew.”

Drew smiled as he tenderly caressed the side of her face. “I know that, Sue. But you won’t acknowledge that your relationship with Mike is over. That it was over years ago. We belong together. Why do you think I came home?”

“What?”  Sue couldn’t grasp what he was saying. He knew she and Mike were still together, what was he talking about? And what did she think he came back for? He found a job here in his hometown. Didn’t he?

“Shhh.”  Drew leaned down and laid a gentle kiss on her lips. “Don’t worry about it now. Now is the time for feeling, not thinking.”

Feeling? What did he mean- ? Sue’s thought process was interrupted as Drew kissed her again, deeper this time, darting his tongue between her open lips.

Surprised, Sue opened her mouth in a gasp, allowing him further entry as his tongue probed inside. He teased her, promising so much more to be delivered, sending tendrils of sensation throughout her body as she responded wholeheartedly.

Mmmm, that one drunken kiss was no hint as to what he was capable of doing with just his lips and tongue.

All thoughts of Mike disappeared. There was only Drew, and what he was doing to her.

Slowly he moved back from her lips, working his way down her neck to the collar of her shirt. He nudged it aside, licking the concave at the bottom of her throat. Sue rolled her head as he sucked at her shoulder.

“Sue.”  It was a whisper. “Sue, I am going to ask you before every step I take. Do you want me to go further?”

He had leaned back and was looking at her, his hands on the top button of her blouse. He was giving her the chance to say no. The chance to end this, to be faithful to Mike. But she knew without him saying it, if she turned him down now, there would never be a second chance. Never again would she have the opportunity to see where the attraction could go.

Before she could think about it further, she nodded. She expected him to make fast work of her buttons, but he didn’t. He worked slowly. Excruciatingly slow. He slid the buttons through their holes, kissing each bit of skin as he revealed it.

Finally her shirt was open. His hands spread across her stomach and she cringed. She hated her body. It was too fat, not toned like his.

“Shhhh. I have wanted to see this body as long as I can remember. Don’t try to hide from me, Sue. I need this.”  After saying that, he laid his head against her stomach and rested there for a moment. Turning his head, he began to kiss her, pushing the sides of her shirt apart so he could reach every inch of her torso.

Gradually he worked his way up to her breasts. By this time she was breathing heavily, almost panting from his attention. His hands cupped her breasts within their satin as he kissed the uncovered skin around her bra.

Looking up at her, he asked her again, without saying anything. Once again, she nodded.  Apparently satisfied, he quickly opened the front clasp of her bra.

The material sprang open, her flesh quickly covered by his hands as he moaned.

“Oh, baby. These are so beautiful. I can’t tell you how long I have wanted to do this. To massage these like this, to play with them. To suck your nipples into my mouth.”

Sue watched as he lowered his mouth to her breast and did just that. He wasn’t gentle. He grasped her nipple with his mouth and sucked deeply, sending shocks through her body, straight to her pussy.

Moisture pooled between her legs as her muscles contracted. She closed her eyes as he continued to make love to her chest. Devouring her like a starving man would a sumptuous feast.

Sue’s body was on fire. Liquid heat scored her veins as he laved attention on her. His hands roamed her body, massaging, smoothing, leaving heat behind everywhere they touched. She tried to reach down to grab hold of him, to bring him back up to her mouth, but she couldn’t move. Her hands were tied. She had forgotten about that.

“Drew.”

“Hmmm?”  As he answered, he continued suckling at her.

“Untie my hands.”

He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her. “Why?”

“Because I want to touch you.”

He appeared to debate this for a minute, and then shook his head. “No.”

“No? Drew, come on.”

He moved up to her face, cupping it in his hands. “No, this is about you. When I am done, I'll untie you, until then, you need to lay back and take what I'm giving.”

“But-”

He stopped her mid word with a quick kiss, which he deepened with a thrust of his tongue. He tasted divine. A taste that was all Drew, ocean breezes, and spice. She inhaled his scent along with his taste and forgot what she was arguing with him about.

Once again, he pulled back, pausing to look at her, this time his hands were at the snap of her jeans. “Stop?”

Stop?  Hell no.  “No.” She shook her head he made quick work of the fastening, pulling her jeans over her hips and off her legs. She lay there with her shirt and bra open, a small scrap of cotton the only barrier to his gaze. Uncomfortable again, she started to bring her legs up, to close herself to his view.

“No.”  He said firmly, grabbing her ankles. “If you do, I will be forced to tie up your legs, and I don’t want to have to do that. I already said I want to look at you, and you aren’t gonna keep that from happening. Understand?”

“Yes.”

“You promise to behave?”

“Yes.”  What was wrong with her? She wasn’t normally like this. She had never been tied up before, had never even thought of it as an option. And not only was she tied up, but she was following the orders of a man. She, the uber-liberal feminist of her group was following the sexual orders of a man. And so help her god, she liked it.

He started at her feet, rubbing them, massaging his way up her legs. Her thighs quivered the closer he got to the junction between her legs. She wasn’t just wet, she was soaked, and her pussy ached for his touch. She needed him to touch her there, to relieve some of the tension he was building in her body.

Finally, he was inches from her core. She couldn’t wait any more, she jutted her hips toward him, and he ignored her. His hands kept up their exploration of her body, back up to her waist, to her chest, rubbing her up and down.

“Drew.”  She should have been ashamed at the whine in her voice, but she didn’t care. She only knew she wanted him to touch her.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Please.”  She moved her hips again, emphasizing what she wanted him to do.

“Please what?”  He was kissing her stomach now, laying small light touches around her naval, hands on her hips to keep her steady.

“Please touch me.”

“But I am.”

“No, touch me.”

“I am.”

She saw the smile on his face, and realized he wasn’t going to go any further until she asked him to. She had to spell it out for him. That way there would be no regrets, no recriminations.

“Please, Drew, touch my pussy.”

“Touch it? Is that all you want?”

“No, I want you to rub it, to massage it. Finger me, suck me. Eat me out.”  Her voice had gotten faster and louder as she described the things she wanted him to do to her. What she needed him to do to her. It was all she could think of, him making love to her with his hands, his mouth, his cock.

Before she could beg him again, he was there, pulling aside her little thong, and his hands were on her, cupping her core. He quickly slid a finger inside her, followed by another, both sliding in easily through her moisture.

She gasped as he entered her, playing with her canal. His eyes met hers as he quickly went down and took her pussy lips in his, kissing her with his full, hot lips. Her hips arched into him, grinding herself against his face.

His fingers pumped her slowly, his mouth teasing her, pushing the hood back away from her clit and sucking at her hard. Sparks shot through her body, her blood on fire. Damn, he’d barely started and already she was ready to come. Just a little bit more and…there. Her orgasm racked her body as she shook against his mouth. His tongue and fingers still moving, dragging every last sensation from her.

Finally, her breathing and pulse returned to almost normal.  She found she could think again as she watched him move to untie her hands. She had forgotten they were tied at all. He quickly released her, holding her hands clasped in his, his attention all on them..  

Finally he looked up at her, that glint in his eyes. “What do you want, Sue? Tell me what you want. If you want me to stop now tell me. But if we go further, then that is it. No more using Mike to hide behind, to keep us apart.  You will be mine.”

He was right. That was exactly what she had been doing. Hiding behind Mike, afraid to get out and live her life. See what was out there, experience it all. Did she want that? Was she willing to let go of her security blanket and risk being hurt? Risk having a wonderful time?

One more look at Drew gave her her answer. Yes. She not only wanted this, she needed it.

“Yes.” Her answer came out husky, almost a whisper.

“Are you sure? This is what you want?”

“Yes, Drew. I'm sure.”  Her voice grew stronger as she spoke. “This is what I want. You are what I want.”

She wouldn’t have traded all the money in the world for the look that came over his face at her words. He quickly moved off the bed and removed his clothes, placing a condom on his penis. Before she could even breathe, he was back on the bed, cock aimed at her pussy.

“Please.” She whispered, all her need, her desire in that one word.

Soundlessly he slid home.