All Chapters of IN BED WITH HER : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

DRE’S P.O.V“Andrea...Dre, wake up!”A sharp kick to my shin jolts me awake, and my eyes fly open.“Fuck,” I groan painfully, the word coming out through my dry throat.I force my eyes open, nausea flooding my head completely.“Dre,” the person screams again.I turn sharply in the direction of the voice. It’s Ruth, she’s holding on to her nose, tears streaming down her face.“Why the fuck did you kick me?” I rasp. “And why are you crying?”Ruth lowers her hand down, revealing a bloody, poorly bandaged nose fresh blood gushing out of it flowing over her her lips and chin.“It’s bleeding again,” she sobs.“Again, was it bleeding before?”“Yes! And whose room is this?” I force myself to look around properly. The room is huge and spotless, with white walls, sleek black furniture, and polished pearl tiles so shiny I can see my own dishevelled reflection staring back at me. Morning light filters through the window beside the bed. I look out of it and immediately recognise the street outsi

DRE’S P.O.V“I have to go.”Luke doesn’t wait for a reply; he turns and walks off, his shoulders rigid under that hoodie. I stand there on the porch, my keys digging painfully into my palm, watching until he disappears around the corner. After he’s gone, and several minutes of not knowing what to do passes, I step inside and close the door behind me. The house is empty, and I’m grateful yet again that Mum isn’t here to see me this way. No nagging questions or raised eyebrows at the sight of me, barefoot, drowning in Luke’s clothes, hair probably a mess, and heavy, swollen eyes. I’m never going to a party again.I drop my keys and phone on the side table and head to my room. I peel off the hoodie and shorts, leaving them in a pile by the door. The swimsuit underneath still smells of chlorine, sweat, and last night’s bad decisions.I run myself a hot, almost scalding bath. Steam fills the small bathroom so much that you could go blind from it. I sink into the tub, letting the water s

LUKE’S P.O.V“My phone broke.”Dre and Ruth exchange confused looks.All three of us are in the cafeteria for lunch. They found me here ten minutes ago, and I’ve been bracing for this conversation ever since.“What do you mean, ‘your phone broke’?” Ruth asks, frowning. “It was okay after Diego’s party.”I scratch my forehead, thinking of the best way for me to explain. “It was okay, and now it’s broken.”“How?” Ruth asks, leaning forward, genuinely interested.“It fell from my pocket,” I mutter with a shrug, not wanting to dwell on this anymore.“Well, we were worried about you,” Ruth says. “We thought you were ignoring us.”“No,” I say, staring directly at Dre. I’d never ignore her.Ruth glances between us, and I pray silently she doesn’t sense the tension. She leans in close to Dre and whispers something in her ear. Dre nods, saying, “I’ll try again.”Ruth straightens her back. “I have cheer now. Drive me home?”I nod, making brief eye contact with her. “No problem.”She looks to Dr

DRE’S P.O.VThe warm, slick glob of saliva lands right on my swollen clit and drips down over my entrance, dripping all the way to my ass. My breath catches, and every muscle twitches violently.Luke waits, watching the mess he’s made of me.Without any warning, his mouth is on me, covering my entire cunt whole, pulling every bit of skin into it. He starts sucking me greedily, working his mouth hard.“Fuck—Luke!” I cry out, my back arching hard off the bed, but he grips my thighs, pressing me further into the mattress to ground me.He pulls back, spitting on my pussy again, then drags his tongue hard up and down my slit stroking it repeatedly. He latches onto my clit, pulling it between his lips and sucking so intensely that my hips jerk violently. A loud, wet slurping sound fills the room as he devours me hungrily, his entire face buried between my legs, his nose grinding hard against my clit.His thick tongue pushes past my slick folds, fucking me tongue deep with wet strokes. I cry

DRE’S P.O.VAfter saying good night to mum, Luke and I climb the stairs to head to my room. Once we’re in, I go to my cupboard, pulling out some clothes for me to change into. Luke’s in his sleeping bag, hands behind his head, boring eyes into my back.I’m so aware of him, the things he does when I see, the things he does even when I can’t. I know his mouth is curved into some dirty smile, seconds away from making a dirty joke about what nightgown I should wear.I picture his mouth...his sexy mouth that kisses good on my lips, and all other places.I stay backed away from him, still going through my cupboard. I can’t face him now, not when I’m actively thinking about the way he ate me clean, the way I rode his face. The way his tongue fucked me more than once. He was so good at it too, like some sex god who knows exactly how I like it. “Y’know...” he starts, dragging out the syllable, “you should wear a night dress, it’ll be easier for me— for us to —”“Oh my god,” I hiss, spinning t