When I felt his fingers playing close to a place that had only ever been touched by one man, I got scared. Not because I was unsure if I was ready, or if this was what I wanted because if—no, when!—I made love with Drake, he would know that I had lied to him.
“Do you want me to stop?” he murmured, watching me closely.
I shook my head. “No… Just slow down.” I swallowed my nervousness and lowered my head to his again. His lips were damp from our first kiss. I sucked his bottom lip into my mouth, delighting in his taste.
His hand released my hair and cupped my breast. My nipples hardened to the point of pain, my breasts swelling. Between my legs, his fingers continued to explore the edge of my panties. Just as his middle finger ventured underneath I decided that I would deal with the consequences of my lie later. For now, I needed Drake far too much to care about anything else.
I shifted, opening my legs more so he had full access to my pussy. He groaned as he pulled my underwear to the side and skimmed his fingers down the outer lips. I was wet, almost drenched with my liquid desire for this man. “God! Angel, your heat almost hurts…”
I buried my face in his chest, unable to contain my pleasure filled cries as he pushed down on my throbbing clit. My fingers twisted in his shirt, holding on tight as he took me higher with ease. My body began to shake as my climax rushed up on me.
“Drake!” I cried as he pinched my clit and tugged.
Just as I neared the edge he stopped. My head shot up, unable to comprehend why he had stopped right when I was about to come. “Wh..?”
“Shhh.” He brushed a kiss over my lips and reached for the hem of my dress. “I need to see all of you.”
With shaking fingers I helped him. My dress was tossed over the couch, and I worked on the clasp to my bra while he tugged my panties down my thighs. His eyes were on fire as he looked down at me. Shaking fingers traced across my tattoo along my panty line. The words were written in beautiful cursive script and read: Love Me Without Regret.
“So fucking beautiful!” He growled.
Strong hands gripped my hips, and he lifted me until my back hit the cushions of the couch. Drake moved until he was on his knees between my spread legs. His eyes lingered on my pussy, seemingly entranced by it. I was still hanging on the edge, needing to come so badly I was shaking from it. While he continued to look down at me, I skimmed my fingers down until I touched my soaked lips.
“Oh, fuck!” he muttered as he watched me touch myself. “Dip them inside, Angel,” he commanded in a voice so rough with desire it was almost demonic.
I thrust two fingers deep inside with ease, moaning at how good it felt. I was close, my inner muscles clutching at my fingers as I neared the end. With a growl, Drake pulled my hand away and sucked my fingers into his mouth. I watched in a desire filled daze as he sucked my arousal from my fingers.
Then his mouth was on my clit, making me scream with pleasure as he sucked it hard. I tossed my head back against the couch, shuddering as I tried to hold back. My fingers tangled in his hair as I lifted my hips and ground against his tongue. His hands cupped my breasts, holding onto me as I drove toward my orgasm.
“Fuck!” He groaned, tonguing me deeper. “You have the sweetest pussy I have ever tasted,” he muttered. “Come for me, Lana. Come for me, my angel.”
I was right on the edge, so close and yet unable to go any further. I wanted this so badly, but I needed more. “Please, Drake,” I cried. “Please!” I wasn’t even sure what I was pleading with him for. If I knew what it was that I needed to make me fall over the edge, I would be doing it right now…
Two fingers thrust into me deep, stretching me. Sharp teeth bit into my swollen clit, and I screamed as I shattered into a million pieces. Drake lifted his head, and I met his gaze, letting him see my expression as I continued to convulse around his fingers as they thrust in and out of me.
When I lay there spent from the force of my orgasm, he climbed onto the couch with me and pulled me close. I could feel his erection pulsing against my thigh but was unable to do more than snuggle deeper against him for the moment.
“Rest, Angel,” he whispered, kissing my temple.
I closed my eyes, fighting a yawn. He felt so warm, so safe. I gave up the fight and drifted off…
Drake
Watching Lana sleep was one of my favorite things to do. She was asleep because I had given her such a powerful orgasm, and that made me both smug and content.
I took her all in, every breathtaking bare inch of her. Her skin tone was a little darker than my own from her summer tan, making a mesmerizing contrast to my own lighter complexion. Her high breasts rose with each small inhale that she took. Her stomach muscles seemed to quiver with each exhale. I wanted to trace the dip that led to her belly button but didn’t want to chance waking her. Lower her ink stood out against her honey kissed skin. The tat was done in curvy script and the words almost mocked me as I read them.
Love Me Without Regret
I did. I loved her and I didn’t regret it. I never would!
For an hour, I just sat there on the couch watching her as she lay pressed against me. But then my erection became painful, and I shifted, trying to ease some of the pressure building in my balls. My movement woke her. Whiskey colored eyes opened, and I lost myself in their rich depths. Slender fingers cupped my jaw, tracing across the stubble.
“Am I dreaming?” she murmured.
I grinned. “If you are, then I hope you never wake up.”
She bit her lip. “Drake, I’m naked.” I nodded. Yes, she was gloriously naked, and I was feasting my eyes on every inch of her nakedness. “But you still have all your clothes on… Something’s wrong with that picture, babe.”
Laughing, I shifted until she was under me and started unbuttoning my shirt. “Then let’s fix it.” I got half way down before I gave up and tore the shirt off instead. Buttons went flying and Lana giggled. I dropped a kiss on her lips, loving the sound of her bell like giggles. “Unbuckle my belt,” I commanded when I sat back on my knees.
Her fingers skimmed across my fly, and I nearly blew apart at the innocent touch. With trembling hands, she undid my belt and then the top button on my pants. My erection was so stiff it pushed the zipper down before she could reach for it. As her gaze fell on my dick, I watched her eyes darken.
“Do you like it?” I questioned as her fingers brushed over the tip.
“It’s breathtaking,” she whispered. “Will you let me suck it?”
I groaned as her question made my mind fill with all kinds of images. “I want you to, but I don’t think I will last if you do.” I stood and pulled the rest of my clothes off.
Standing there naked before Lana, I felt as it were my first time. Maybe because this was the first time with someone that mattered. Or maybe it was because this was the very first time I would be making love instead of just fucking some random girl.
Lana moved so fast I didn’t have time to think as her hands grasped my cock. I saw her head move but was too dazed to realize what she was doing until her mouth slid down my length. My knees nearly buckled from the sheer pleasure of her sinfully hot mouth taking me in. She gagged as the head of my cock hit the back of her throat, but she didn’t stop. Instead, she worked me until she was able to set a rhythm so she could breathe through her nose.
“Angel!” My fingers tangled in her hair, holding her head in place as I thrust deep into her mouth. Her mouth stretched around me, and her eyes glazed as she tried to take me deeper with each thrust I gave her. She raised her eyes, capturing my gaze and I was lost. Having her watch me with those whiskey eyes of hers while she sucked my dick deep down her throat was too much for me.
“Fuck! Angel, I’m coming.”
Her eyes never left mine as the first hot stream hit the back of her throat. She kept sucking, taking all of me. She swallowed most of it, but some spilled from the sides of her mouth and dripped down her chin. I had never seen anything so mind-blowingly sexy in my fu
cking life as my come spilling from Lana’s mouth like that.
As the last drop left me, I pulled free and fell to my knees, unable to support my own weight a moment more. Lana’s arms wrapped around my neck and I buried my face in her bare chest as my body shook from the force of my release.
How long we stayed like that I couldn’t say. The air conditioning against our bare skin made us both shiver, and I finally raised my head. Lana pushed my hair away from my face.
“I’ve always wanted to do that,” she confessed with a devilish twinkle in her eyes.
I pulled her closer. “Angel, you can do that as often as you want,” I promised as I stood and lifted her into my arms. Her arms wrapped around my neck as I carried her toward my bedroom.
My room was a mess: clothes tossed everywhere, empty soda cans here and there. My favorite Fender was leaning against the bedside table, and there were half a dozen picks tossed on top of it. The bed wasn’t even made. Lana didn’t even blink at the sight of it all, used to the way I tended to live.
“I guess you don’t have a maid.” She grinned up at me as I tossed her on the bed. She bounced twice and squealed as I jumped down beside her as soon as she landed. “Guess you are really missing Layla.”
I snorted. “I missed Layla as soon as she married Jesse. The new housekeeper that Emmie hired doesn’t pick up the dirty clothes that your sister would.” I reached for the covers tossed haphazardly across the bed and kicked my legs until they were straight enough to drape over the both of us.
She giggled. “Poor thing!”
“She’s not as sweet as Layla either.”
The new housekeeper was a forty-something woman that spent more time frowning than smiling. I tried to avoid her, because she didn’t have the nicest of personalities. Emmie didn’t like her, and I wondered why she had hired the woman, but I assumed it had something to do with the way she made every surface in the house shine and how clean she got everything. She didn’t live in the guesthouse like Layla had simply because she had four kids and a husband that wouldn’t fit in the one bedroom house.
Lana pressed her feet against my legs, and I jerked back. “Why are your feet always so cold?”
“Don’t be such a baby.” She snuggled closer and I suddenly didn’t care that she had her icicle feet on me. Her head fit just right under my chin as she rested it on my chest. Midnight black hair spread over my shoulder and pillow and I ran my fingers through the ends, truly happy for what felt like the first time in my entire life.
Chapter 16
Lana
I woke with a warm man pressed up against my back. It took me a full minute before I realized I wasn’t still dreaming. Then the night before came flooding in and I smiled, soaking in the reality.
Raising my head, I saw that it was just after seven from the digital clock beside the bed. Muttering a curse that would have had Layla scolding me for sure, I untangled myself from Drake’s arms. He grumbled something in his sleep and tightened his arms around me for a moment before easing up enough for me to slip free.
My clothes were still in the living room, and I didn’t know if Shane was home or not. So I picked up the first shirt I stumbled across and smelled it to make sure it didn’t stink before slipping it over my head. You never knew with Drake sometimes. Without my sister around to do his laundry, I doubted if the shirt I was now wearing had seen the inside of a washer since he had moved in.
It didn’t smell bad. If anything it smelled sexy as hell to me, with the scent of his body wash and deodorant still clinging to the fabric. The shirt fell just short of mid-thigh, and I left the bedroom in search of my clothes and the possibility of coffee.
My dress and underwear were still where Drake had tossed them the night before. His clothes spread across the floor spoke volumes to what had taken place. I couldn’t help but smile a little as I slipped my panties on and headed for the kitchen. Last night had been amazing…
I stopped mid-stride when I noticed Shane standing in nothing but a pair of boxers in front of the open fridge. His hair was a mess and he needed a shave. The tattoos on his back and bare arms were sexy as hell, but I felt nothing as I watched him pull out a carton of milk and chug. When he was done, he put the milk back and turned around.
He took in my borrowed shirt and rumpled hair with a casual shrug as he wiped his milk-stash away with the back of his big hand. “Morning, sis.”
“Hey… Got any coffee?” I didn’t want things to be awkward. How many times had I seen Shane like this in the past? But never before had I just left his brother’s bed after a night of really heavy foreplay.
“Sure. You want regular or Jesse’s special recipe?” he asked as he pulled out the coffee beans from the freezer.
“Regular, please.” I didn’t think I could handle my brother-in-law’s special recipe. Only once had I made the mistake of drinking his brew, and I hadn’t slept for two days.
“You got it.” He went about making the coffee then made us both a bowl of cereal.
“Drake up yet?” Shane asked as he shoveled a big spoonful of bran flakes and raisins into his mouth. “I think he’s supposed to be at the studio at nine.”
“He was still sleeping pretty soundly when I crawled out of bed.” Shane raised a brow and I blushed, but he didn’t say anything. “Should I wake him up?”
He grinned. “Yeah. You better be the one to do that. It might be more effective than if I did it.”
I pushed my half eaten cereal away. “I have to get going soon anyway. I have to be at the gym at nine thirty, and I still need to get home and change.”
“Then you better make it a quickie!” he called after me, and I shot him the finger without turning around.
My face was still warm when I walked into Drake’s room. My rocker was spread out across the king sized bed. His tattoo was actually quivering with each breath he took while he clutched at his pillow. It took me only a moment to realize that he was in the middle of a bad dream.
A moan left him and I fell onto the bed, shaking his arm as he started to tremble. “Drake. Drake, wake up.”
“No!” he shouted. “No… Shane. No!”
I cupped the side of his face. “Drake, baby, wake up. It’s just a dream. Wake up and look at me!”
Blue-gray eyes snapped open, but I could tell his nightmare still lingered as the fear slowly faded from his eyes. “Angel?” he croaked.
“Yes. I’m here.” I stroked my hand up and down his back soothingly. It was damp with sweat from his dream, but I didn’t care. I knew about the reasons for the bad dreams, and I just wanted to comfort him until his mind eased.
He moved so fast I didn’t have time to blink. One minute I was on the edge of the bed, rubbing his back, the next I was underneath him. His knees spread my thighs wide, and I gasped as the head of his dick teased at my pussy.
“I need you.” He growled as his mouth captured mine.
All thoughts of either one of us being late disappeared at the first taste of his mouth. One big hand tangled in my hair while the other explored my body. A cry of pleasure escaped me as he pinched and pulled on my nipples. I could feel my pussy flooding with arousal even as the head of his dick rubbed across my opening.
Drake was wild in my arms, out of control as he made love to me. I didn’t have time to think as he assaulted me with one pleasure after another. His mouth left mine to kiss a scalding trail down my neck and across my collar bone. That hot, sinful mouth sucked my nipple deep inside and I couldn’t contain the small scream at the pleasure filled pain as he sucked me harder with each pull.
“I need you, Angel.” He breathed against my stomach as his tongue dipped into my belly button.
“I need you too!” I cried as his tongue stabbed into my pussy. “Drake!”
“Such a sweet pussy.” He sucked my clit into his mouth, nipping at the bundle of nerves. I twisted against his mouth, already on the edge of a mind numbing orgasm.
“Please. Drake, please!” I begged as his day o
ld beard rubbed against my thighs, making the pleasure that much more intense.
His head rose and I could see the evidence of my arousal on his scruffy face. Those blue-gray eyes were so full of passion it made my breath catch.
“Tell me you want me,” he demanded as he grasped his dick in his hand. I watched in complete fascination as he stroked the head of that big, beautiful cock down my clit.
My thighs trembled in anticipation. “I want you, Drake,” I breathed. “Please, I need you inside of me.”
I watched him position himself at my opening and swallowed hard at how beautiful this picture looked to me. Drake with his long, thick cock ready to become a part of me. His hair covered thighs pressed roughly against my tanned, smooth ones.
“Look at me!” he commanded and I raised my eyes until our gazes locked.
“You are mine, Angel.” He made it sound like a vow as he thrust hard and deep.
The scream that escaped me was full of the most carnal pleasure. It had been so long, and I was tight. His thick cock stretched me almost to the point of pain, and I arched my hips in an attempt to ease some of the pressure. Drake’s eyes were dilated until there was no blue-gray, only black.
“There is no better feeling,” he growled.
“Drake…” I shifted my hips, urging him to move. “Please.”
He pulled free then thrust deep and hard. I felt his balls bounce against my ass and wrapped myself around him to hold on while he drove into me over and over again. My thighs where shaking, burning with each powerful thrust as he hit that spot that always made me lose my mind for him.
“Angel!” he cried, and I could feel him growing thicker inside of me as he neared the end.
“Take me with you!” I pleaded, and his hand eased between us until his thumb found my clit. He pressed down hard and rubbed in tight little circles. “AH!” I screamed as my inner muscles started to contract around his engorged cock. “Drake, I’m coming!”
“Yes! Fuck, yes!” he bellowed just before his back arched and he emptied himself deep inside of me.
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