~The Forbidden Fruit~

~The Forbidden Fruit~ Chapter Twenty

Drew pov.

Red heads were extremely hot based solely on the fact that their hair matched their personality- Fiery.

"You are a wild one in bed Drew, but you are really no match for me." Prudence bit her lip, throwing her arms around my neck from her place on the counter top, while I stood between her legs.

I smirked at her naiive comment and put my hands on her waist.

"All you had this morning was an appetizer, if I didn't have to get you out of here before your parents notice you're gone, you would be worn out."

She started kissing my neck and biting on the skin, I shut my eyes and struggled not to get excited.

"I think...I want...to make sure...you don't forget me." She pulled away from my neck with a sassy smile, her green eyes showing a mischevious glint.

I raised an eyebrow as she pushed me backward to hop down from the counter.

"And how do you plan on doing that?"

She bit her lip and stayed quiet and sunk down to the floor, curling her fingers around the waistband of my boxers, pulling them down with her. I couldn't help but snicker as she covered me with her mouth, she held tight to my hips the entire time she was down there. I layed my hands on the counter while she worked and enjoyed her simple trick, I couldn't say whether or not I'd forget about her later but I was definitely aware she was there. I grunted and began curling my toes as I grew closer to a finish, she hummed causing a current of vibrations on my member.

"Oh dear God!" My mother's voice snapped my eyes open, it must have gotten Prudence's attention too because she froze dead down below.

"Drew Adrian Kessler what the hell do you think you're doing?!" My dad roared.

Prudence released me and popped up to her feet, her face almost as red as her hair. After casting me a last panicked look she rushed passed my parents and out the door. I adjusted myself back into my boxers, slightly agitated that they couldn't have waited fifteen more seconds but I shook it off. I finally turned around to face my parents with my man pointing right at them, my mom turned away instantly swearing under her breath. My dad however was red with fury, I'm surprised steam wasn't blowing out of his ears.

Resting my elbows on the counter top, I held back my smirk.

"Technically, I, myself, wasn't doing anything it was all her."

"Do not test my patience any more than you already have. How could you taint the place we eat?! I should castrate you!" My Dad was livid if he threatened to chop off my manhood, but I didn't give a rats ass.

I shrugged it off with a smug look.

"All I have to say is, now you two know how I felt when I caught you on the dining room table when I was nine. Dad, you should be relieved that I turned out a borderline sex fein instead of a pyscho, or you would have been castrated a long time ago."

That definitely shut him up and my mother couldn't have been more red, she jabbed her finger repeatedly in the direction of the stairs.

"Go! Out of the kitchen now, do whatever it is you have to to get rid of that problem and then go shopping for a new outfit."

I snickered and took my time passing by them to get to the stairs, if they knew anything about my issue they'd know I couldn't just turn it off. It took a while to get to a barable level of need, but I would try since it was beggining to hurt. I climbed the stairs to my room and smiled at my bed, the blankets strewn across the room, the sheets pushed down to the foot of the bed and the bite marks along with the fist indentations in the pillows. An agitated sigh replaced my happy memory as I stared down at my man, to do me any good I'd have to journey into the darkest, most unpleasant place in my mind. I swallowed roughly and shut my eyes, I brought back the surpressed memory of my parents going at it on the dining room table. The wild, ugly grunts coming from my dad and the high pitched screeches from my mom...not two seconds later my problem dropped and a scar etched into the backs of my eyelids.