Zoey
"Wow, I love this place." I look around Drake"s home in awe. Everything is awash in deep, rich colors, making it feel warm and homey, nothing like my apartment.
"Thanks." I look up at him and see a little pink hit his cheeks. G.o.d, he"s so handsome. My eyes go back to the scar on his cheek. I can"t seem to keep my eyes off it. I couldn"t stop staring at him the whole drive over here. I have no idea what it is about him, but for the first time in my life, I"m utterly fascinated by a man. He makes me feel things I"ve never felt before, and I like those feelings. Want to keep them. They make me feel more like everyone else. Maybe it was the mind-blowing o.r.g.a.s.m he gave me. They"re something I"m going to be getting more of.
"It feels like a home. Mine is kind of..." I scrunch my nose as I try to think of a word. "Cold."
"I wanted it to be homey," he says, using my own word. I can tell there"s more there. That he has put a lot of effort into making his place feel warm and welcoming. It seems important to him.
"Are you sure you want me to live here with you? I"ll destroy this place." I drop the bag from my shoulder, and when it hits the floor, I hear a few things spill out, making my words ring true. "I"m kind of a mess. That"s why I try not to have a lot of things. Simple seems to work best for me."
The corner of his mouth quirks at my words. "I don"t think anything about you is simple. And I think I can handle you." He looks down at me, his eyes roaming over me. I don"t think we"re talking about handling the same things.
I try to clarify. "I"m serious! My sister is a neat freak. She won"t even live with me and she loves me. When I moved out on my own, I made sure I didn"t have too much stuff and tried to just contain things to my office and bedroom-places I could close the door to if people came over."
I look around his place and see not only does everything look all warm and cozy, it looks neat. I"ve been here two seconds and I"ve already made a mess.
"I kind of like the idea of seeing your stuff all over my place." He bends down and picks up the bag I dropped, repacking the items that spilled out.
"That doesn"t even make sense." He likes the idea of me going all Tasmanian devil in his place?
"Come on, I"ll show you to your room."
He starts to head down a hallway, and I follow him, trying to take everything in. "I"m staying in your room, right?"
I stop moving when I collide into his back. I was too busy looking around at his home to pay attention to where I was walking.
"I have to protect you, cupcake. I"m not sure how well I can do that with you in my bed."
"But I"m moving in, and you said you would give me more o.r.g.a.s.ms," I protest, not understanding. It makes sense if we sleep together. I may be new at this s.e.x stuff, but I"m pretty sure most of it goes down at night. In bed. I hope we don"t have to wait for the sun to go down because I kind want to do it now if it"s anything like what he did to me against the wall.
"Moving in." He says the words like he doesn"t understand them.
"I thought you said I was staying with you. That you"d send someone to get the rest of my things. I"ll have to see about breaking my lease, but I"m sure it can be done for the right amount of money. And Elle says I have money coming out my a.s.s so no worries there." Elle handles my accounts. I don"t pay attention to money. I know how to invest well but I don"t really watch the bottom dollar. I guess because I haven"t really had to. When people reach out for my services, she always handles costs and payments. I just slide my Amex when I need something and the thing always works. Elle says I spend hardly anything, and I"ll never burn through the money at this rate.
He just continues to stare down at me, his face completely unreadable, not that I"m good at reading people. Computer code, yes. People, I"m a total bust at.
I start to get uneasy.
"Don"t you want to do that with me anymore?" Maybe he changed his mind. Elle does that all the time. One date and maybe a kiss on the cheek and the guy is left on the other side of the door. It got so bad she just stopped dating altogether. Maybe he was one o.r.g.a.s.m and done.
Then it hits me. He saw my sister. I wasn"t even paying attention. Most men lose it when they see my sister. I was so caught up in my o.r.g.a.s.m haze and making sure I was moving in with him, I didn"t even pay attention to his reaction.
"Do you want my sister now?" I blurt out. This is the first time I wish I could pull the words back because I"m not sure I want the answer.
"My c.o.c.k is still f.u.c.king rock hard from when you dry humped me, and I feel like I might explode if I don"t get the taste of you back in my mouth. I feel like a G.o.dd.a.m.n junkie needing a fix."
I throw myself at him, and he drops everything in his hands to catch me. I go straight for his mouth, latching myself to him, wanting to give him what we both need.
This time I push my tongue into his mouth, going at him like he went at me in my condo. I want a replay of before. He said he needed another taste, and I"m more than willing to give him one, but he pulls back entirely too quickly.
"You said you"ve never had s.e.x," he says, studying my face.
"I haven"t." I run a finger down the scar on his face before I lean in and lick it. His body goes completely still.
"I don"t know why I did that," I confess. "I keep thinking about the other ones you might have. Wanting to do that to them, too." This pull I feel to him is crazy. I can"t seem to think about anything else. Gone is the workload I need to get done, the files and dates long gone and forgotten. My mind isn"t seeing reason anymore. Just want. This has to be just like Frodo felt with that ring. Drake is all I can think about now, all that seems to matter.
"You"re going to be the death of me." His words sound pained.
"Isn"t it your job to keep people alive?"
He takes a deep breath, then pulls me from him. My feet find themselves back on solid ground, having been wrapped around his waist only moments ago.
"Yeah, that"s the problem. I can"t seem to pay attention to what"s happening around me when you touch me and say the s.h.i.t you do."
"Is that abnormal for you?"
"f.u.c.k yes."
"I seem to be having the same problem." My shoulders drop. "Maybe your friend was right. It might be best if someone else guards me."
His hand comes under my chin, making me look up at him.
"I should. I really f.u.c.king should. I"m being selfish doing it on my own, but I can"t. I want you here."
"I want to be here, too."
He releases a breath and nods. "I need to look into some more stuff about who"s stalking you. If you can stay here in my home, I"ll know you"re safe. I just need to get my head on straight. I"ll show you to the room and I"ll be back in a few hours."
"Which room?" I press, biting my lip as I try not to smile.
He groans and runs a hand over his face.
"My room."
"Isn"t it ours if I live here now?" I say simply.
"How come the things that come out of your mouth, the things that should have me running the other way, just get me f.u.c.king harder?" He reaches down and adjusts himself, and my eyes go to his c.o.c.k. The same c.o.c.k that I want to rub up against like in my apartment.
I ignore his question because I don"t get what he means.
"Can we do that thing again before you go?"
"How are you a virgin with a mouth like yours?"
"Because I haven"t ever asked someone to make me o.r.g.a.s.m before?" I try to run through my mind, thinking if there was ever anyone that I would have wanted to have intercourse with but I just hadn"t asked.
"What are you thinking about? I see your mind working." His hand comes to the middle of my brow, and he rubs me there, like he"s trying to push the wrinkles out. Elle always says I scowl when I"m thinking really hard.
"I"m trying to think if there"s someone else I could have had s.e.x with."
Instantly I"m off the ground and over his shoulder.
"Jesus, Hulk."
Before I can get my bearings, I"m flat on a bed with one very angry-looking man looming over me.
6.
Drake
I move between her legs and look down at her surprised smile.
"I can"t stand the thought of you with another man. I don"t even want those ideas to cross your mind." Leaning in, I gently graze my teeth across her neck, feeling her pulse on my tongue. "I"m selfish. I want all of you, even your thoughts."
"Oh, that feels good. And don"t worry. You"re the only one I came up with when I thought about it."
I can"t help but smile against her skin. The way she talks makes me feel like I can be completely open and honest with her. Like there"s nothing she wouldn"t want me to tell her, or her to tell me.
"Good."
I move between her thighs a little more, pressing some of my weight down onto her. My hard c.o.c.k rubs against her heat, and a shiver runs down my spine.
"Are you going to give me an o.r.g.a.s.m now?"
I kiss up her neck and lick the sh.e.l.l of her ear, whispering, "Yes."
I pull back from her and reach down to unb.u.t.ton her jeans, slowly pulling them down her hips. When Zoey reaches for her panties, I gently lay my hands on top of hers and look into her eyes. I shake my head slightly, letting her know to stop.
"Let"s keep these on right now, cupcake. I"m only so strong."
She smiles up at me, her rich brown hair spread out across my pillow, and shrugs her shoulder. "You"re the boss. Just so long as I get my o.r.g.a.s.m."
I close my eyes, thinking about how much I want to sink inside her, but I clench my jaw and keep my restraint. Not yet. Just some petting, and that"s it for now. I"ve got to keep my head on straight, and I know once I get inside her, there won"t be any stopping me.
Once I"ve got her jeans off, I look down and see she"s wearing just a T-shirt with a pair of pink cotton panties. My eyes zone in on her underwear, and I see a small wet spot. It"s either from earlier or from now, but either way I lick my lips, wanting to taste it.
Reaching down to my own jeans, I unb.u.t.ton the top b.u.t.ton and unzip them. Pulling back the flaps, I expose my boxer briefs, straining from the ma.s.sive erection behind them. I"m so f.u.c.king hard that this will probably be over in seconds. The tease from before nearly made me c.u.m all over myself.
I know if I put my mouth on her p.u.s.s.y, I"ll need to f.u.c.k her, so instead I lean forward, pressing our bodies together with only our underwear separating us. Our heat connects, and it"s like lightning through my body. Her warm, wet panties brand the hard ridge of my c.o.c.k.
I hump against her slowly, mimicking how I want to thrust into her. Her moans start to fill the room, and I look up to see her eyes closed and a big smile on her lips. Her arms are up grabbing the headboard as I pretend to f.u.c.k her.
Looking down to where I"m moving against her, I see the tip of my c.o.c.k peek out of the waistband of my boxer briefs on every upstroke. He wants to come out and rub on her, skin to skin, but it"s too risky. If I get my c.o.c.k out, I"ll want to push into her, even if she still has her panties on. Then I"ll want to move them to the side and have her p.u.s.s.y kiss the tip. Then it won"t be enough. I"ll want all ten inches buried deep in her sweetness, and I need to hold back on that. I need to just do this and make this be enough.
With every thrust up, I feel her p.u.s.s.y dampen her panties further, and her moans get louder. I see the tip of my c.o.c.k peek out again, and this time a thick drop of c.u.m comes out and lands on her lower belly. I look at the sticky pearl there on her body, and suddenly I see her finger come down to touch it.
I follow her hand as she wipes it up and then brings her finger to her mouth. When she closes her lips around it and then hums in delight as she closes her eyes, I nearly c.u.m all over her belly. The innocent act is so f.u.c.king erotic, I can hardly keep my body from shaking.
"That tastes nice. Maybe sometimes you could let me lick you there."
"Okay," is all I"m able to grunt out. I thrust hard against her p.u.s.s.y, feeling aggressive in my need for her.
I move my hips a bit lower so that when I thrust up, the tip of my c.o.c.k b.u.mps against her panty-covered c.l.i.t. A couple of strokes leave a little white spot there from my c.u.m. Every time my tip b.u.mps her there, she moans louder. I can"t help but try to give her what she wants, so I hold my uncovered tip on her c.l.i.t and just softly pulse against it.
"More," she moans, closing her eyes and gripping the headboard.
I know where this will lead. I know what will happen if I give her more of what she"s asking for. But I"m weak when it comes to her, and I give her more.
My fingers are shaky as I gently pull her panties to the side, exposing her bare p.u.s.s.y to me. She"s got only a small amount of hair on her; it looks nearly naked. Her lips are puffy and soaked with need, and her c.l.i.t is hard and begging for attention.
I press my tip to her c.l.i.t, warmth and wetness welcoming it. It"s all I can do to keep from clenching my eyes closed from the pleasure. I don"t want to miss a second of it.
Rubbing my tip back and forth across her c.l.i.t, Zoey moans louder as I leave small traces of c.u.m on her. Her hips start to rise, like she"s inviting me inside her, and I go stone still. I can"t go inside her, not yet. But her p.u.s.s.y is moving up and down, and she"s trying to take me inside her.
"f.u.c.k, Zoey."
"I think that would be nice." She moans and moves her hips up again, trying to make me penetrate her.
Taking my thumb to her c.l.i.t, I rub her there a little and bring my thumb to my mouth. I need a little taste of her to help me keep my strength.
Her flavor hits my mouth, and I swear I feel a groan come out. It"s too much, but it"s not enough. I"ve got to get her off so I can c.u.m and try to ease the beast I feel inside me.
Grabbing my c.o.c.k, I go back to rubbing the tip of my c.o.c.k on her c.l.i.t. "Just like this, Zoey. c.u.m for me like this, cupcake."
I hold her hips down with my free hand, keeping her from trying to take my c.o.c.k inside her. She wants more, but right now I"m only giving her what she needs.
I feel her p.u.s.s.y start to pulse as her back bows off the bed. She shouts my name, and the sound of it is enough to set me off.
"Drake!"
I watch as her body tenses and rides out the waves of her o.r.g.a.s.m, and I c.u.m all over her sweet little p.u.s.s.y. Thick jets of c.u.m splash onto her c.l.i.t, and I watch as I mark her. I move down a little, pressing the tip of my c.o.c.k to her virgin opening, and release a little of my c.u.m there, too. I don"t know what possesses me to do it, but I feel like I have to shoot some in there, too. I want all of her to belong to me, even if I haven"t fully taken her yet.