by Lucy Snow
“Yeah. I felt like I wasn’t…ready for anything like that.”
“Oh.” I let the unspoken question stay unspoken, and momentarily chastised myself for letting this bother me even before anything had really started between us.
We started walking again and got to the car. Drake drove us back to the facility and we parked in the visitor’s lot before walking toward my room. I glanced up at Drake, walking next to me, wondering if it was OK for him to be seen around campus with me after hours, but Drake didn’t give any indication that anything was wrong, so I went with it.
We got to my door and I fumbled around in my purse for a moment before I found my keys and opened it. I stood in the doorway and turned around to face Drake.
“You know, the way you said that just now…”
“Aren’t you going to invite me in?” He stepped forward, right outside the frame of the door, and I had to look way up at his huge frame.
I so wanted to invite him in. I so wanted him to come in and do disastrously naughty things to me. But that was just what it would definitely become - a disaster.
They say you should never bring your work home with you if you could avoid it, but what did they say about inviting your work into your home and your bed, all in the same night?
Probably not such a great idea, yet here I was, the second day of potentially the last stretch of my short career as a sports reporter for the Boston Globe, covering my favorite childhood team, and I was about to invite one of the players whom the term “on the hot seat” was coined for into my room.
What was I doing?!
“I shouldn’t do that.”
“I know. But you could.”
“You are factually correct, Drake, I could invite you in.”
Drake smiled. “Factually correct is the best kind of correct, Lily.”
I melted, batting my eyes at him. “You really know how to proposition a girl, don’t you?”
He leaned against the doorframe, and I smelled his manly scent wafting toward me. The man could dissolve clothing with a look, and now he was looking at me. Was there a draft in here? “I dunno what you’re talking about. I’ve never propositioned a girl in my life.”
“Oh yeah?” Now it was my turn to cock my head. “How come? Because they just throw themselves at you?”
“Maybe.” Ugh, that smile, so smarmy, so self-indulgent, so cocky and self-assured. It made me delirious and I hated myself for it. “Are you gonna invite me in?”
“If I do, what’ll happen?”
“I’ll come inside.”
“And then? It’s late.” I was just trying to buy some time now, before I did exactly what we both knew I wanted to do.
“We’ll see how much sleep we get.”
“And if I don’t?”
“Then we can each spend the night awake thinking about what we could be doing together instead of alone.”
The man had a way with words, I couldn’t deny it. Really everything he’d done so far with those lips - speak, kiss, whatever, it was all good and I was totally on board with it.
“Fine. Come in.” I opened the door wide and stepped back, expecting Drake to turn sideways and slide next to me into my small cramped studio apartment, but instead he picked me up and carried me inside. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held on as Drake paused to close the door with his foot and then kept on going.
My apartment at the Patriots complex was spartan to put it mildly, and I hadn’t really gotten a chance to unpack the few things I had brought with me besides my laptop computer, phone charger, and kindle. Just about the only real unpacking I had done was hanging up some clothing in the small closet.
Everything in the room was a muted shade of grey, which is weird, because it’s tough to describe any shade of grey as “muted,” but that was the first word that came to mind when describing the prevailing color of my room.
Right now I had more important things on my mind, things like physics and geometry and how to land on the bed in a sexy way when Drake threw me onto it, momentarily severing our touch connection before he jumped on top of me, pinning me down while we kissed with a ferocity that came from each of us knowing that we were finally alone. As I landed, I heard a soft shearing sound as my dress ripped. Oh well, I had more important things on my mind.
Let me tell you, it was an amazing kiss, and it didn’t really stop so much as turn into more and more kisses, up and down each other’s faces and necks. Drake knew how just how to make me moan with his mouth, and without any regard to how thin the walls at this place were, I let loose and made sure he know how good he was making me feel.
We lay like that on the bed, Drake above me, each of us moving slightly till we got comfortable, our lips never leaving the other’s body except to kiss again. It was magical. I couldn’t believe I finally had the Drake Rollins in my bed.
It was everything I had fantasized about all this time, and this was even with all of our clothing still on!
As soon as that thought flashed in my mind, Drake started unbuttoning his collared shirt. I helped up, starting from the bottom, and not just because I wanted to get my hands closer to his thick, hard, cock, pressing into my leg from behind his pants. I licked my lips with anticipation in between kisses.
Drake Rollins had been legendary at Cal not only for his ability to catch touchdowns on Saturday, not only for his ability to get girls to sleep with him, but his skill in bed was reported by many the lucky customer to be beyond amazing.
And now he was on top of me. Me! Lily Pearson!
As his shirt came off I let out a moan as I checked him out. He’d been in amazing shape in college, as my friends pointed out as often as they possibly could. Whatever he’d been doing in California the offseason had been the right thing.
Drake’s muscles rippled all over his body as he took his shirt off. His tattoos stretched across the vast expanse of his muscles, and I wanted to trace each and every one of them with a stencil. I stared and stared, like I wanted to take a picture to save it for later. If my purse wasn’t on the other side of the room, I might have asked him to hold that pose so I could.
Drake unhooked his belt but left his pants on just before he joined me in bed. I felt the mattress shift under me as it balanced both of us. I lay on my back looking up at him. He loomed over me, not quite smiling, more appraising me. I felt a little self conscious in that moment, wondering what he saw in me, if it was just the dress.
“Let’s get you out of that dress, Lily.” I wanted nothing more. I started to sit up to pull the dress off of me without tearing it any further, but Drake had other ideas. “It’s already torn, no need to treat it so nicely.” He reached over to me, grabbed the tear at my side, and pulled, ripping the entire dress apart. I couldn’t help but squeal in shock.
The squeal quickly turned to a moan as what Drake had done settled in. He was so aggressive, so eager to get what he wanted. And what he wanted was me. It was such a turn on, I could feel how wet I was getting. Something popped into my head, and I giggled. “What?”
“You’ve ruined my dress, I might have to go shopping again.” I tried to sound mock mad at him.
Drake smiled. “I guess so. That sounds horrible.”
“It will be.” Drake moved the pieces of my dress to the sides. I slid the straps off my shoulders and off my arms. I lay back in the pieces of my dress, only my bra and thong covering me.
Drake’s eyes glazed over as he looked me up and down. “Wow…” The reverence on his face made me blush, and I wanted to turn away, but I couldn’t.
I gathered my courage. “See anything you like?” It came out way more shy than sultry. The way Drake looked at me made my heart flutter in all the right ways. I longed for more of his touch, more of his kiss.
“I have never seen beauty like yours, Lily. I’m mad that it took me so long to kiss you again, but glad that I’m doing it now.” With that, he leaned over and kissed me long and heard. I closed my eyes and pushed into the kiss as much as I
could, wanting it never to end.
“You say such wonderful things, Drake…”
“I can’t help it.” His touch caused goosebumps on my skin. His fingers brushed across my stomach, just touching the edges of my lacy bra, all the way down to the top of my panties. “You make me so hot.”
I closed my eyes and felt the tendrils of pleasure shoot through my body as Drake touched me. “Oooh, Drake, I think you can tell you do the same to me.” I arched my back, trying to lift myself off the bed and closer to him. I longed to feel his mouth on me, but he held back, teasing me.
The only thing I could do in response was reach up to him, feeling his tight muscles under my fingertips. Drake leaned closer, making it easier for me. I ran my hands up and down his body like a blind person trying to understand the shape of something with just their sense of touch.
After a minute, my hands wandered down to his waist and I traced the line of Drake’s hip bone down into his nice pants. Bothered that his belt and pants were getting in the way of me seeing more of him, I quickly unbuttoned them.
“Would you like me to take my pants off?”
“Yes, yes, of course. Take them off.”
Drake chuckled, but didn’t change what he was doing. “Say please first. He watched me, trying to see what I was going to do.
“Please?” It was a question rather than me doing what he wanted.
“Say it fully, Lily.” His voice had hardened, all the softness from before gone.
I finally understood. “Take your pants off, please.”
“That’s better.” Drake took his hands away from me. I felt a vacuum where he’d been touching me and I longed for it again. He leaned back, resting on his knees next to me before he stood up just to the side of the bed. Drake hooked his fingers into the waistband of his tailored pants and pushed them down till they fell to the floor. Underneath he wore a pair of dark silk boxer briefs.
I could feel my mouth start to water. Drake looked at me like he knew what I was thinking, and smiled. Then he did the same to his boxers, and for the first time I got a good look at Drake Rollins’ magnificent cock.
I’d seen some porn before, not much, but I’d never really seen a man’s cock of this size in person before, and Drake’s was breathtaking. It was long and much, much wider than I expected, and as I watched it, licking my lips, it stood up and got longer and harder, till it was standing at attention.
“You see what you do to me, Lily? You see what effect you have on me?”
“I can see it, Drake. Now give it to me. Please.”
It was as if I’d said the magic words. Drake came back to bed and pulled me into his arms. I still had my lingerie on, but I didn’t mind. All I could think about was getting my hands and mouth on Drake’s cock.
“Please, Drake, lay back. Let me play with you.” I was even shocked at my own boldness. I’d never been this way with a guy before, but then again, I’d never felt this way about someone before either.
Drake listened and lay back against the bed. He held his hands out and pointed to his naked body before clasping them behind his head. “By all means, Lily, explore all you like.” The smile on his face was wide and inviting. Of course it would be, he must be on top of the world right now.
It felt so good to be able to touch him like this after all that escalating tension between us. I’d lusted after him for so long, and the way he had kept himself from me since we were in school just turned me on even more. It was great to finally get to explore him. With my mouth.
I sat back on my knees, just looking at him, taking in Drake’s body in full before I started to play with him. There were no more barriers, and I was going to take my time and enjoy it.
Drake lay like that before me, staring back at me with an amused grin on his face. In the low light of the bedroom, lit by the streetlights outside the facility, he looked like an artist’s portrait of the perfect man in evening repose. If I wasn’t aching to touch him I would have sat and stared longer.
But curiosity and lust definitely got the better of me, and I couldn’t help but crawl over to him and get my hands on him. I heard Drake breathe in deeply when we connected, and my fingers feeling and playing with his muscles must have felt good, because he kept his eyes closed and lay back in apparent bliss.
I was right there with him, exploring Drake’s body for the first time. Of course, as an athlete, he was in incredible shape, the kind of body that made mouths water and jaws drop. My fingers ran up and down his body starting with his arms, and when I leaned over to kiss him, I heard little moans escape from his mouth.
“Lily, you’re such a tease…” he trailed off, without opening his eyes. I was avoiding playing with, or even looking at his cock for a little while, despite how hard and prominent it was. I just wanted to savor the rest of the moment before getting down to…the good stuff.
I hooked a leg over and I straddled him just below the waist, his hard cock just in front of my pussy, barely covered by my thong. From here I leaned over and kissed his chest up and down, marveling at the rippling muscles just waiting to be touched and used. I wondered how much effort it took to keep up a body like this, and instantly decided whatever that effort was it was worth it.
After a few minutes I couldn’t stand it any longer and I needed to play with Drake’s cock. I scooted myself back down toward his feet, bracing myself on my knees, and got in close. His cock was before me, hard and pulsing every few seconds. I could see the veins on it stand out.
Tentatively at first, I touched it with a finger and gasped when it jumped. “Finally…” Drake said, watching me.
Emboldened by the first touch, I touched him again, with a couple fingers this time. I worked up the courage to wrap my hand around it and barely could touch my thumb and middle fingers together he was so thick. Looking up at Drake’s face I started to stroke him up and down, slowly at first. The breath caught on his throat and he signed, long and low. Whatever he said next was muffled and incoherent.
I sat there, stroking him, getting used to having his cock in my hand, and all the while wondering how he’d taste. As if reading my mind, Drake opened his eyes. “Lily, suck my cock.” It was not a request, and I had every intention of following his order.
I licked my lips and leaned forward, unsure of what to do first, given how big it was. I decided to start at the bottom…that would be sexy, right? I moved down to the base of his impressive shaft, thankfully clear of hairs, and darted my tongue out to his skin. The second time was longer, and I moved my head up and down a little. I didn’t stop, and Drake’s sighs and pleasured sounds gave me the confidence to keep going.
“That’s it, Lily, keep going…” Drake sounded like he was in another room. I licked up and down his shaft, smelling his manly scent and tasting him for the first time. When I got to the top of his cock I took his large head in my mouth, getting used to having a man of Drake’s size inside me like this. I looked up at Drake’s face, feeling so sexy and hot that I could make someone so gorgeous feel the pleasure that was clear on his face.
Once I relaxed at having Drake’s cock in my mouth I started to slowly move down, trying to take more of him into me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to get the whole thing, but I wanted to try. I kept stroking him with one hand, all the while moving my head up and down on him, testing how much of his cock I could take into my throat at once. It was so hot to be sucking my Drake’s cock, my panties were just soaked. I moved my other arm around and brushed my fingers over my pussy, tweaking my clit every so often.
Drake kept moaning and he must have decided to get into it even more because I felt one of his big hands on my neck, and the other one in my hair. He started coiling up my hair in his hand, twisting it until he was pulling it, making me wince in a mixture of pleasure and light pain. So much that I stopped sucking on his cock and moaned out loud.
“You like that?”
“Mhhm, yes, Drake, I do.” I had no idea that I would find any pleasure in a little bit of pain, b
ut tonight was already a night of learning new things about myself.
“Good.” He kept pulling my hair, not quite guiding my head up and down his cock. I loved that he let me explore him like this first. I got the impression that he was a take charge kind of guy in the bedroom, and I couldn’t wait to see what that was like, but it was really nice of him to give me this time to go at my own pace, without any pressure or guidance beyond the sexy sounds he was making.
I kept sucking his cock like that, feeling it get bigger and bigger in my mouth, running my tongue over it, and feeling it pulse inside me. All of a sudden Drake gently lifted my head off his cock, and I felt momentarily said I didn’t have him inside me anymore. He sat up on the bed, and I sat back, not sure what to do next.
His voice was low and husky, almost feral. “I can’t take it anymore, Lily, I need to fuck you.” My entire body pulsed as I heard him, and before I knew what was happening, Drake threw me down on the bed and rolled on top me. I couldn’t believe how hard I moaned out loud when his lips crushed against mine.
He traced his hands down my shoulders across my arms to my wrists and moved them above my head. Then he held them both there with one of his huge forearms. I lay underneath him, helpless and more turned on than I’d ever been.
“Please, Drake…” I mewled, overwhelmed by the sensation of the moment. “Take me…”
“Say it again. The way you know you want to.”
I looked up at him, so powerful. I arched my back trying to touch him more. “Please, Drake…please fuck me.” Once I said it I shook, the weight and pleasure of getting that off my chest palpable. It felt so good to say that to a man I truly wanted. It was if I was free for the first time. Free to let go.
“Good girl” was all Drake said, and those words made my toes curl with pleasure. Everything he said made the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, made me feel goosebumps all over. Being this close to Drake Rollins was an electrifying experience.
“Now let’s get you out of that lacy stuff.” With a deft hand, Drake unclasped the front of my bra, but didn’t let my hands go above my head, so I left it on while he moved in. As his lips touched my aching breasts for the first time I gasped quickly, but didn’t have much time to savor the moment.
