I bit my knuckles to keep my hand from going somewhere else. I couldn’t lodge both in there, though. No matter how big my mouth was. The fact that I didn’t wear anything to bed helped as my other hand ventured south.
Drake?
I whipped my hand out of the covers.
You’re not saying anything. Was that inappropriate? Should I have not sent that?
Dammit. She thought she did something wrong. I quickly typed, Oh, no, baby, that’s perfect. I want to touch to you. Fill my hands with your breasts. Taste you.
A sudden realization occurred to me in that moment. Were we sexting? Surprisingly, I’d yet to do that with a girl. Were there logistics to this? Should I send her a picture? I guess I’d wait until after her next text. My heart sped as I watched the screen. How far would she let this thing go? I suddenly felt like a hormonal preteen at the possibility of seeing boobies, but damn if I cared in the moment. If she was about to show me something, I wasn’t going to tell her no.
The phone flew from my hand and hit the wall when a banging hit my door at the back entry. Collecting myself, I retrieved my jeans from the floor and put them on, quickly fastening the belt. I made my way to the door, and I think for about a whole millisecond it crossed my mind that answering the door half-dressed at two a.m. without the assistance of a bat was probably a bad idea. Mostly because a curly-haired bombshell who smelled of cherries and vanilla flung herself at me the minute the door cracked open.
Lacey locked her lips onto mine, tangling her limbs around me with such force that we teetered. With some maneuvering, I made sure we hit my bed instead of the floor. Though I had a feeling hitting the throw rug wouldn’t have made a damn bit of difference. My girlfriend was on a mission and something told me the floor was as good enough location as any.
She straddled my waist, nibbling my neck as she dug her fingernails into my biceps. I bit my lip so hard I thought I’d taste blood after she did that. She was completely feral. I’d never seen her this horny before, and I could safely say I didn’t mind it.
I filled my hands with those perfect breasts just as I promised in my text, my thumbs brushing her taut nipples under the thin layer of lace covering them. She was still in that one-piece teddy thing, hiding under a modest t-shirt like she didn’t have something wicked going on underneath. Damn if I didn’t want to see more.
She gave me exactly what I wanted when she lifted up and threw the t-shirt off.
Those dark nipples complemented by the shine of two silver barbells called to be laved by my tongue, and I didn’t have the patience to deal with the black lingerie keeping them from me.
Forgetting about the outfit, I sucked her right through the lace.
She grabbed my hair, panting out a squeak. She did that a lot when I pleasured her, and I loved it every time. I really didn’t want to destroy this thing she wore, but I needed a real taste of her before I lost my mind.
I bit down on her, drawing the sweet nipple.
Her fingers bit into my scalp, and I thought what I was doing was enough to get her to take off the thing I was anxiously trying to rip my way through with my teeth. I believed she’d do just that when she lifted, causing her breast to pop from my mouth. To my surprise, she maneuvered down my body, heading south.
I pushed my way up onto my elbows and dipped my chin to see what was going on. Her hands went for my belt, and I didn’t have to wonder long. Her eyes went dark, her gaze lustful as she slid the belt out of the loops and tossed it to the floor. And in that moment, when she licked her lips and attempted to rip my jeans open, my conscience decided to make its appearance at the wrong time. This was the last thing we were supposed to be doing up here and completely disrespectful to her aunt. I was going to pay for this with a set of blue balls later, but it was the right thing to do.
With everything I had in me, I forced myself to grab her shoulders, and she lifted her head before the third “member” of our party made its appearance.
Breathy, she pushed her tiny fingers into her hair, removing the curls that fanned her face. “What is it?”
I dropped my head back, unable to look at her if I really wanted to get the words out. “We can’t do this. Your aunt. We’re not supposed to be up here doing this.”
“Yes, we can. We’re about to. She’ll never know. I made sure she was asleep.”
Letting out a breath, I grabbed her thighs and slid her off me. Her straddling me definitely wasn’t helping.
“Drake—”
“I’m sorry, Lacey. I can’t,” I said, pushing myself up to sit on the edge of the bed. “Your aunt is really helping me out by letting me live here. I don’t want to disrespect her.”
Pouting, she sat beside me. “But what about the texts? I thought that’s where this was going.”
Crap. She did? Sighing, I grabbed her hand. “I’m sorry. I thought we were— I guess I just thought we were having fun. We both knew we couldn’t do anything here, and I figured that was as close as we were going to get before you left.”
She removed her hand from mine, and a little voice inside me went, “Uh, oh.”
In a huff, she left my side and grabbed her shirt off the floor. Before I knew it, she was on her feet and headed for the back entry, the door still ajar from when she came in.
Shit. She was going to leave. She was going to leave pissed as hell at me right before she went back to Paris.
As the little voice urged, “Get your ass up and follow her before you end up in the doghouse.” I got on my feet. I made it as far as the doorjamb before her little hand shot up and froze me in my steps.
She dropped her hand, and without giving any explanation, she turned on her heel and trotted down the stairs.
I scrunched my face up in confusion. I didn’t know whether to keep going after her or go back into my room with my tail between my legs.
“Be on the front lawn in thirty minutes,” she called over her shoulder as her feet left the stairs.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulled out her phone. I lost sight of her as she went around the corner of the house.
Chapter Nineteen
Lacey
I didn’t know what happened. I just knew that after it did I couldn’t stop it. The whole night had been a mess, my mind distracted and my body restless. I couldn’t do the simplest tasks without thinking about Drake.
I kept getting visions of his body, how firm it was and how it moved against the soft parts of mine. Images of his juicy lips worked their way into my head, and the things he could do to my body with them when paired with his skilled tongue.
Those mental images were distracting me the entire evening, but I held strong and didn’t act on the urges my body had to see him. My endurance shattered the minute I thought about one thing, though.
His hands.
They were so large, so strong and powerful. Thoughts of them bracing and spanning various parts of my body shot a tingle between my thighs, and when those glorious fingers of his worked their way into my mind, I was a shuddering mess.
Drake had the most deliciously-skilled fingers. They were long, tan, perfect, and always had a way of taking me to the brink, pleasuring me to the fullest when they slipped inside of me. Once my thoughts went there I was broken. I was a broken girl who needed her boyfriend’s way-too-skilled hands all over her.
I couldn’t stop that first text I sent Drake even if I wanted to. One thing led to another, and I sent him the picture of myself in the lingerie I saved for him as a going away present. I was nervous about it at first, especially when it took him so long to answer. But God, when he did, it was over for me. I ran upstairs and threw myself at him, only to be denied. He was lucky I was more horny than pissed about that, and by the time I got off the phone with my cousin for the use of his car, my anger had already left. Drake was right. What we were about to do was disrespectful to my family.
His sense of responsibility only made me burn for him more.
I gazed around. Where the heck was he, d
ammit?
Derrick’s Cadillac hummed onto the block, his stereo tunes lightly hitting the air, and that’s when Drake made it around the house. He was in his jeans and wearing a black v-neck t-shirt. It didn’t matter that the bare chest I saw upstairs was now covered. The cotton fit him so tight my fingers itched to touch him.
I groaned. God, I was a complete mess!
He looked worried, his stride slowing as he got closer to me. I didn’t blame him for his unease. The fact I wasn’t happy that he denied me was definitely written all over my face. I rushed over to him.
He brightened up when I closed the distance and took my hands in his.
“What’s going on, Lace?” he asked, a small smile on his face.
Without answering, I tugged him over to Derrick’s car so he could see.
Derrick had already pulled to a stop when the two of us came over. He got out and had a sour look on his face. He tossed his keys to Drake. “Y’all owe me. I wasn’t alone tonight.”
Drake eyed me, but again, I didn’t say anything. I simply tugged at him so we could go to the car. Did I mention I was a complete mess?
“Just—” Derrick paused, raising his hands. “Don’t make a mess. That’s all I ask.”
Realization finally dawned on Drake as I continued to tug his hand. He finally moved his legs, stepping backwards with a grin. “Thanks, buddy,” he said to my cousin.
Derrick pointed at him. “You owe me a detailing, Drake. Full interior and exterior. I’ll collect early tomorrow morning.”
He saluted him as we got to the car. “Sure thing.”
After he helped me inside, he took the driver’s seat. Derrick shook his head before heading inside the house.
Chapter Twenty
Drake
Lacey was practically rocketing off Derrick’s leather seat with the way she was bouncing next to me. She looked just as antsy as I felt, and the way her hand spanned my thigh as we drove, squeezing ever so closely to my dick, I just about pulled over and took her. We were almost to my planned destination, so I had to wait, but goddamn was it hard. Every time she squeezed my leg I was reminded of her sex. Clenching along with her hand when the build-up between her thighs came to be too much for her…
My foot hit the gas petal in overdrive, causing both of us to be shot back in our seats from the acceleration.
“Sorry.” The apology practically groaned out of my mouth.
My outburst received nothing but another horny thigh grab and a breathy, “Hurry, Drake.” Apparently Lacey hadn’t minded that I nearly drove us into a tree. God, I needed this girl now.
Our destination came up on the horizon. The grassy hill that overlooked the Windy City was peacefully abandoned. The buildings and landmarks from nearly all ends of the city lit the air with a twinkled glow. The last time we were here I made sweet love to Lacey. This seemed like a fitting place to spend our final night together. Hopefully, for just a few hours, we could forget about tomorrow and concentrate on each other.
Lacey’s face lit up like a kid at Christmas at the city landscape. She remembered our time here too. I turned off the car, sliding my hand into hers. Before I knew it, she was in my lap, nipping at my neck.
I braced her hips. Sliding down, I passed her shorts and made it to her hot, bare skin. Even with my large hands I couldn’t fully give her thighs the attention they properly deserved. Her body was so voluptuous, wonderfully thick under my hands. No girl I had ever been with turned me on as much as Lacey Douglas. She was perfect, her curvy body created to be made love to.
And I intended to do it right.
“Lacey baby, let me move us to the backseat,” I said, drawing her succulent earlobe into my mouth. I wanted this girl on her backside… now.
She shuddered, pushing her tiny hands up into my shirtsleeves. “Let’s just do it right here, Drake. I can’t wait for you to move us. I need you right now.”
I groaned as she bit down hard on my neck. I didn’t need to be told twice.
I maneuvered my hand to my jeans for my wallet. I usually didn’t have to go for the stashed condom since we were both heavily stocked at our separate flats in Paris, but Lacey and I had been known for having a slip up or two before we could make it home. The first few months in Paris it just couldn’t be helped; we couldn’t keep our hands off each other after not seeing the other for a month.
I pushed around in my jeans for the condom, and Lacey was getting antsy, digging her nails into my biceps.
“Hurry, baby,” she panted.
I raised my hips to dig deeper into my pocket, but only came up with pocket lint.
Goddammit, where is my freaking wallet—? I halted my search and my stomach dropped at a sudden realization. I threw my head back against the seat. “Shit.”
Lacey’s curls bounced on her shoulders when she pulled her head back from my neck. “What?”
I closed my eyes, seriously wanting to have a nervous breakdown. “Don’t be mad, but I forgot my wallet at the house. I didn’t realize we were coming out tonight.”
The fact that I was driving without a license was quite low on my priority list. With the way my woman’s thighs were parted, straddling my waist and ready for me to grind into her, that couldn’t be helped. How could I forget my frickin’ wallet?
Lacey’s reaction to the news took me back a bit. Actually, she surprised the hell out of me. She—of all things—grinned. Pulling her plump lip into her mouth, she grabbed at my jeans and undid my belt buckle.
God, she was hornier than I thought. I grabbed her hands. “Lacey, you can’t toy with me right now. I did the responsible thing by stopping us, but if you keep this up I can’t be held responsible for taking you on that backseat and—”
She released her hand from mine and pushed it between my seat and the door. The seat reclined back with a snap, and she undid my pants, slipping her hands into the sides of my boxers after she did. She leaned in, licking the seam of my lips.
“Do it,” she said, gripping my hips.
There was only so much temptation a man could take. I lifted my hands to her cheeks, pushing them into her curls while I took her lips. “You want me to pull out?” I asked her.
She chewed my lip, shaking her head. “No. I’m on the pill.”
I pulled back. “Really? Since when?” This seemed like need to know information. And if she was, why were we still using condoms?
Her cheeks painted pink. “Last month. The doctor said I had to wait a few weeks before it was safe to completely go off the other method. I wanted it to be a surprise when we could.”
The night had taken quite an interesting turn, and I could safely say I wasn’t disappointed with the outcome.
I wet my lips, curling my fingers behind Lacey’s neck. “Well, I’m definitely surprised,” I said, guiding her lips down to mine. “Come here.”
She came willingly and sighed when she opened her mouth to me. I slipped right in, silencing her moans while I tasted her sweet mouth with my tongue. Neither of us could catch our breath, and I went for her shorts. I hooked my thumbs into the waistline, moving them along the band to the closure. I’d gotten them undone and just slightly down her hips when she placed her hand on my chest.
Her dark lashes flickered down, and I couldn’t see her eyes. “It’s my first time, Drake. I’ve never let another guy—” She bit her lip, staring at my chest. “I mean, I’ve never not used a condom before.”
Finally, she allowed herself to look up at me. Her irises had expanded from the dimness of light in the car, making her already large eyes even bigger, more beautiful, with their wide, rich darkness.
Reaching up, I brushed my fingers along her soft, honey-brown skin. She closed her eyes and put her hand to mine, allowing me to guide her by her cheek to my lips. I kissed her lightly, yet fully. I valued every moment, every taste. She’d never had this level of intimacy with anyone. Not only was she letting me be the first, but she was trusting me to be the first.
And I wouldn’t ta
ke the responsibility lightly.
Bracing her thighs, I got her secure in my hands before I moved her to the backseat of Derrick’s car. I was going to make sure we did this right. I wanted her to be comfortable so I could give her the most pleasure I possibly could.
Her head of dark curls spread out on the cream-colored seat when I laid her back. She watched me as I removed her Converse sneakers one by one. This wasn’t going to be a quick job. I intended to get this girl completely naked.
I set her shoes to the floor then took a moment to get myself prepared. I stepped out of the car and got down to my boxers. This wasn’t my open-top Jag, so getting out of my clothes in the car would be no easy feat since I was so tall.
When I got back inside, Lacey had removed her oversized t-shirt and shorts, and my mind went completely blank. Her cheeks flushed, she lay there on the seat in a black, one-piece strip of lace. The thing was completely sheer, exposing her supple breasts, her dark beaded nipples… The barbells pierced in them caught the dim lighting in the car, the sparkle of her bellybutton ring doing the same on her flat stomach.
I didn’t need to glance down to know my boxers were tented at the moment, and I only got harder as I took in the rest of her. The lace went down her stomach in a T shape, flaring out in lace trim over her wide, sexy hips. The whole sight of her got me going like nothing else, but it was that dark spot between her thighs, that single wet patch on her outfit, that undid me completely.
I headed there first.
Grabbing her thighs, I slid her across the seat to me and parted her legs. I pushed her lace to the side, and the sight of her glistening lips rumbled a moan deep within my chest. The smell of her arousal hit me hard, causing my mouth to water, and I couldn’t wait any longer to have this woman in my mouth.
She braced my shoulders when I dipped my head.
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