by Alexa Riley
“You’ve had sex, right? I just thought…” I trail off, trying to think back. She’s never had a serious boyfriend, but she has dated before. Or used to date, anyways. I just never asked her about sex because, well, I never really thought much about it before now.
“Elle?” I push.
“No, I haven’t had sex,” she finally snaps. I can feel my eyes widen. Okay then. Didn’t see that one coming.
“Like I said, men are assholes who only want in your pants, and then they move on to the next. They only like me because I’m pretty and want to say they banged me. Or they think they can buy me.”
“Does Pink make you feel that way, too?” I ask, suddenly feeling bad. I’d never thought about it like that. It reminds me a little of what Drake said about me just wanting him for sex, which isn’t true.
“He just makes me feel frustrated,” she growls. Actually growls in a voice I’ve never heard her use before. It makes me giggle a little. Her eyes snap to me. It’s the look she gives me when I’m saying something I shouldn’t be.
“Sexually frustrated?”
“I’m going to punch you.”
“What?” I throw my hands up, and she flings the towel she used to clean the mess at me. I catch it midair before tossing it back at her.
“I’m just wondering. You let him touch and kiss on you after you yell at him. It’s confusing.” I’ve never seen a man handle Elle like Pink does. It’s actually really intriguing. He seems to know how to work her. Even I can’t do that and I’ve known her my whole life.
She lets out a heavy sigh as she makes her way back to her stool.
“No, I don’t feel like he just wants in my pants. Normally, when you call a guy on it they move on, but you never know. I’m jaded. He just keeps getting all in my space and kissing me like he can do it whenever he wants. It’s annoying and—”
“Hot,” I finish for her, making her roll her eyes, but I see the side of her mouth quirk up a little, like she’s remembering him annoying her.
“I like him,” she finally admits. “And I hate that I like him, and I hate that he seems to know I like him.” She looks so frustrated at her own admission.
I giggle once again at the circle she seems to be going in.
“You should just give in and not question it, like me. My logic is undeniable,” I tell her, giving her one of my favorite movie lines. I use it on her when she tries to argue a point against me. “We could do a double wedding!”
I jump up from my chair like I just came up with the best idea ever. Because I did.
“I can’t even with you,” she says, finally cracking a smile and laughing.
“Hey, if all he wants is in your pants, then you’ll know where you stand when you say you’re getting married. It’s perfect.” I nod my head. Damn, I might be good at the whole relationship thing after all. I could Oprah this and just start handing out marriages.
I start jumping around and chanting, “You get a wedding. You get a wedding.” Elle just laughs harder.
When the door opens, I spin to see Drake and Pink are back.
“We’re all getting married!” I tell them before launching myself at Drake.
12
Drake
I reach out and wrap Zoey up as she jumps into my arms. I hold her close, pressing my nose to her neck and inhaling her scent. She’s sweet like fresh honeysuckle, and it drives me wild. Having her little warm body wrapped around mine makes me feel like I’ve come home. Fuck, I’m going to get used to coming home to this every day.
I turn towards Pink and wink at him over Zoey’s shoulder. “I’ll let you handle that one.” I grip her ass hard as I walk towards the bedroom. “See you guys later.”
I don’t turn around to watch them leave. I hear the front door shut and the lock click into place just as I enter the master bedroom.
“Have you been planning our wedding?” I ask as I kiss Zoey’s neck and lay her on the bed. I crawl over her, pulling at her T-shirt as she reaches for mine. I get her shirt off and look down at her, seeing her full breasts spilling out of the top of her white cotton bra.
“Yes. I think it would be cost effective if we all got married at the same time, at the same place. It would be fun,” she says as she runs her hands down my naked chest.
I pull the small box out of my pocket and set it on her bare tummy. I look up into her eyes and see excitement there as she snatches the box and opens it up.
“Oh, it’s so sparkly!” she exclaims, taking the ring out of the box. “I never wear jewelry, but I’ll wear this all the time. It’s so pretty. What is it?”
I shake my head, thinking this is the craziest proposal of all time, and I’m pretty sure she just decided Pink is getting married, too. “It’s an amethyst. It’s for the month that we met—February. And also my birthday month.”
“It’s your birthday? When?” She looks up at me excitedly, and I can’t help but smile back at her.
“It’s in a couple of weeks.” Nervously, I take the ring from her hands and slide it onto her finger. “I wanted as much of me on you as possible, and I thought was perfect. I found it in an antique store on the way back here today. I needed you to have my ring on you to show the world that you’re mine.”
She looks down at it and then back at me, smiling bigger than I’ve ever seen. “It’s beautiful. Thank you so much, Drake.”
Hearing her say the words releases any remaining nerves I had. If she didn’t like it or she didn’t want to do this, she would have told me. I know that she’ll only tell me the truth about how she feels.
Leaning down, I keep my lips just a breath from hers and whisper the words I’ve been dying to say since the moment I laid eyes on her.
“I love you, Zoey.”
“I love you, too, Drake.”
Feeling the words hit my lips at the same time they hit my heart is all consuming. I can’t stand even the millimeter of distance between us, so I connect our lips. Our kiss is fierce, and our passion escalates as the truth between us settles into place.
It’s beyond rhyme or reason how this happened so fast. It’s hard to believe it was even possible. But it is. This is unlike anything I’ve ever felt, and I want to cling to it and never let it go. Life is so goddamn short, and the world could end tomorrow. Everything in my arms could disappear, and I don’t want regret left on the table. I want to know that nothing remains unsaid to Zoey and that nothing is held back.
As our tongues meet and taste one another and as Zoey runs her hand down my back, I feel the cool band of the ring on her finger against my skin. It’s a reminder that she’s mine. Forever.
She breaks our kiss and reaches down between us, undoing my jeans and pushing them down my hips.
“I want sex now, Drake.” She licks her lips and smiles at me as her small hand reaches into my jeans and wraps around my cock.
“Fuck.” I bury my face against her cleavage, trying not to cum on her hand from just the slight touch.
“We’re getting married. You can’t back out,” she says, stroking my cock up and down.
“Easy, baby.” I reach down, gently grabbing her wrist and taking it off my cock. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss the palm. “It’s going to be over far too soon if you keep that up.”
Before she can protest any further, I reach behind her and unhook her bra, letting her big breasts spill out. My mouth goes directly to her nipple as her fingers go to my hair, and a moan escapes her lips.
“Wow, that feels good.”
I reach down between us and undo her jeans, pushing them and her panties down. I let her nipple out of my mouth with a pop as I move down her body, getting her naked and kicking off the rest of my clothes at the same time.
When I go to move back up her body, I push her legs apart and kiss my way up her thigh. “Just one kiss before, Zoey,” I whisper against her tender skin as I put my mouth on her pussy and give it a few licks.
I slip my fingers up the inside of her thigh and to her wet opening. I slide one in a
Zoey moans again as I give her long firm licks, tasting her pussy and feeling where I’m about to fit inside her. Slipping another finger inside her, I work them in and out, trying to stretch her as much as possible. I feel her hymen give a little as I rock in and out of her with my fingers. When I bring a third to her opening, I pull my mouth back from her clit.
“This might sting a bit, cupcake. But I want to get you ready for me.” I look up and see her nod as she runs her fingers through my hair.
Her cheeks are flushed, her mouth partly open as quick breaths puff in and out. She’s ready for some kind of release, and I hope to give it to her at the same time the pain comes so I can take away the hurt.
I lower my mouth back to her clit and suck it into my mouth, flicking my tongue across it. Her sweet honeysuckle scent fills my lungs, and I moan around her pussy as I plunge three thick fingers into her.
I hear her cry out from her orgasm and the bite of pain as I gently move them in and out of her body. Her tight pussy clamps down on me, and I feel her hymen break as her climax hits her.
Having a mouth full of her pussy as the cool sheets rub against my dick is almost too much. It takes everything inside me to hold back from cumming all over myself while I help her ride out her pleasure and give her body time to adjust to the invasion.
I rub her G spot, making her climax last longer as I give her clit soft licks. After a few minutes of loving her pussy, she relaxes under me, and her legs fall open carelessly.
I look up to see a huge smile on her face, and I can’t help but smile back.
She lifts her hips a little as I move my fingers again. I look down and see just a small trace of her virginity on them, and I’m overwhelmed by the desire to taste it. I pull my fingers from her body and put them into my mouth, licking them clean. I can taste the tinge of copper, as well as the sweetness of her pussy, flavored by the orgasm she gave me. I feel like the act binds us together. She’ll forever be mine.
After I take the fingers from my mouth, I lean down and give her pussy a few more licks before I move up her body. I don’t want to leave her sweet taste, but my cock is a greedy bastard and he wants a taste, too.
“Drake,” Zoey moans, pulling me to her.
My mouth immediately goes for her hard nipple, needing it in my mouth as my cock lines up at her opening.
“Please, Drake. I need more.”
As if to punctuate her statement, she raises her hips, letting the tip of my cock dip into her wetness. Giving her what she wants, I push forward past her damp folds and let her pussy suck me into her tight channel.
She’s so goddamn tight, and I bite down a little on her nipple to keep myself from cumming. The distraction of pleasing her body is enough to keep me from the edge, and I thrust all the way inside her as she clenches around me.
Breaking my mouth away from her breast, I look up into her eyes and start to thrust in and out of her in long strokes.
“I won’t last long,” I grit out, trying not to cum too soon.
“I’m so excited,” she says, looking up at me with big bright eyes. “Will I feel the cum go in me?”
Her words have me nearly losing it, and I bury my face in her neck. “Fuck, Zoey. You’re going to make me cum.”
“I’m just wondering if I’ll feel it when it happens. Will I get really full? Like, is there room in me for that? Your cock is ginormous. I don’t know how cum will fit, too. I should cum on your cock first to see what that feels like. Cumming on your fingers was spectacular.”
I smile against her neck and pump in and out of her. When I reach between us and rub her clit, she moans in my ear.
“Oh, that’s it. Yep, I’m there.”
I softly bite down on her shoulder as she clenches around me. I feel her nails scratch down my back as she tenses up and lets out her orgasm. My name leaves her lips, and it’s then I can’t hold back any more.
The sound of her cumming, combined with her uttering my name, is all I can take, and I thrust into her one final time, filling her with every drop of me.
I grunt against her body as wave after wave of pleasure shoots up my spine, through my balls. It’s the most intense orgasm of my life, and I nearly collapse on Zoey as I reach the end of it.
Bracing myself on my elbows, I keep myself buried inside her as I catch my breath.
“Wow. I totally felt that,” she says, kissing my neck. “Oh.”
The funny sound has me leaning up to look down at her.
“I feel it running down my ass. Is that normal? You must have cum a lot. Do I have to clean up? I kind of like you being inside me like this. Is that weird?”
I smile as I roll us over, keeping my cock in her. Fuck, I love the things that just come out of her mouth. No embarrassment. Just her. Once she’s settled on top of me, I hold her hips and thrust up inside her.
“I don’t know what’s normal and if everyone likes what we like. But I know that there’s nothing about you that I don’t want to taste or love. And hearing you say that you like me inside you makes me want to fuck you all over again.”
She beams at me like I just made her world right, and she starts to move up and down on my cock.
“Good, because I want to do that again, and this time with more positions. I’m pretty flexible.” She leans forward a little. “I Googled some stuff,” she says seriously.
My smile turns into a moan as she leans back a little and takes me deeper inside her. If the world ends now, I’ll die a happy man.
13
Zoey
“Don’t even think about it, cupcake,” Drake says as I eye him over the breakfast bar while he cleans up after our late lunch.
Another knock sounds at the door, and I make my move, darting for it as quick as I can. I only make it four steps before he has me in his arms, throwing me over his shoulder as I squeal. Over the past few weeks I’ve noticed I like to make him chase me. There’s something about the thrill of it. I can’t seem to stop myself, and I knew the moment I heard the knock at the front door that it was another chance to strike.
I’m not allowed to answer the door. Hell, I haven’t even left this place in over two weeks. Held up in a Drake sex fog. It wasn’t until recently that I noticed how lost I’d become in him. I wasn’t wrapping up a current project I was working on and Elle kept reminding me of it daily. Probably because Ensore, the company we had a contract with right now, was all over her about it and making her hound me.
Drake swats my ass, making me wiggle and laugh.
“I don’t know why you even try. I’ll always catch you.”
He turns a little so he doesn’t not knock me against the door as he checks the peephole. It has to be someone from inside the building or a call would have rung up. The only visitors we get are Pink and Elle. If I had to guess, it’s Elle, and that means Pink isn’t far behind. He just kind of pops up when she’s around, making sure to always be in her space. She’ll snap at him and then they go at it, and it always ends with Pink carrying her out of the apartment, my sister wrapped around him. I have no clue how Pink can walk and make out at the same time, but he seems to have it down to an art.
“Elle,” Drake says, sliding me down his big body until my bare feet hit the floor. Even knowing it’s my sister, he still blocks the door with his body as he lets her in, not even letting me see the hallway, an easy feat with his Hulk-sized body.
Elle pushes in, not waiting to be invited.
“You got it all done?” she huffs, and I just stare at her. She doesn’t look her normal self. In fact, she looks like I look after a long night with Drake. Her blonde hair is messy, her normally perfectly-pressed dress shirt looks like it was picked up off the floor and just thrown on.
“You said I’d have it by now,” she goes on. I know she’s frustrated with me. I keep telling her I’m almost done but then get distracted. She doesn’t want us to look flaky.
“It’s Drake’s fault. I told him I had to work and he wouldn’t let me leave the bed.” I stretch the truth and push him towards her, but he doesn’t move. Freaking concrete boulder.
“Yeah, because I’m going to peel your sweet ass off me when you wrap yourself around me.”
I totally did do that this morning. Normally, Drake wakes up before me to go work out, but this morning I somehow woke before him. Needless to say, he didn’t go to the gym this morning. I also didn’t finish my coding for Ensore’s new system.
“God, if I didn’t love the look you put on my sister’s face, I’d want to smack you both for being so annoyingly adorable.”
“You’re one to talk,” I shoot back at her.
“Hey, I’m just using him for sex.”
“I knew it! You did it!” I point my finger at her. She hasn’t given me anything about what’s going on between her and Pink except for the make-out sessions I’ve seen, but I haven’t seen a ton of her these past two weeks. I turn my pointer finger to Drake. “Double wedding is back on.”
Drake grabs my finger before biting the end of it, then kissing it. “You want your double wedding, I’ll make sure you get it, cupcake.”
“Drake says I can have anything I want,” I confirm to Elle.
“Is that so?” She crosses her arms and looks at me with a doubtful expression.
I just nod because it’s true. There’s not one thing I’ve asked for that I haven’t gotten. But all I seem to ask for is orgasms and food. Oh, and all The X-Files on Blu-ray.
“Can you make Pink stop following me around?” She raises an eyebrow, knowing that maybe Drake could make Pink leave her alone. He’s Pink’s boss, but I don’t think Drake telling him to leave her alone would work.
“Veto!” I yell before leaning towards Drake. “I can veto stuff, right?”
“Yeah, cupcake, you can veto stuff.”
“See?” I nod again, confirming that I get whatever I want. I think I’m more poking Elle than anything because before Drake she would have been all, “Why do you need The X-Files on Blu-ray? They are all on Netflix.”
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