34. Drake
Chapter thirty-four
Drake
I watch as Caden gently caresses Soren's bare body, and I struggle to suppress the urge to join the scene unfolding before me. I have longed for nothing more than to be with her, but I also understand that she does not want a virgin involved in what will undoubtedly happen tonight. So, like a good boy accustomed to following orders, I stand back and observe.
I see Radley approach Soren from behind, slowly wrapping his arms around her waist and lifting her effortlessly. She lets out a breathy moan from the bite Caden left on her lips, which are crimson from the cut his canines have undoubtedly inflicted. I watch Reed hesitate for a moment before he mumbles a quiet ‘Fuck it’ stomping his way toward her just as Radley lays her on the pool table, the deep burgundy felt contrasting with her pale complexion. Caden shoots a mischievous grin in my direction and nudges my brother, a quiet conversation unfolds as Soren is preoccupied with Reed, who kisses her skin with precise licks and nips at her sensitive areas. The act alone causes her breathing to quicken, and she shifts, moans escape from her tempting mouth before I can make my escape to seek some release.
A soft, feminine voice breaks through my psyche “Drake.. why aren't you here?” She looks sad that I'm not taking part or maybe. She pro bably thinks you don't want her. Way to go, idiot.
Before I have a chance to speak Radley is opening his big mouth and letting the one secret I never wanted her to know out “ He's never fucked anyone before, so he's scared to fuck you and you not enjoy it.”
Her head whips in his direction, as she pushes Reed away, and slides off the pool table with shaky legs as she makes her way to me, her hips swaying and her curves making my mouth water. “ You're a virgin?” She whispers to me quietly, like it's still a secret despite my brother outing me to her.
I look at her skeptically before nodding my head, scared to speak the shameful truth. What twenty-three-year-old man stays a virgin by choice?
“That's why you're not trying to move on me like the others?” She tilts her head, my eyes fighting a battle to remain on her face and not travel to those luscious breasts of hers.
“ Little Terror , you don't need to spend your first night with us after months of being apart with a man who may not be good for you.” My voice comes out shaky as the others remain where they stand, watching us see what happens next, embarrassment coating my cheeks.
“Do you want me to be your first? Or are you saving yourself for something better?” Her voice comes out sultry and seductive, She steps forward closing the distance between us. The heat from our bodies mingles as I slide my hand up her pale flesh, the tattoos that litter her skin remind me of an art museum ready to be admired. She shivers at my touch and her breathing slowly hitches as she waits for my reply. I bite my lower lip as my finger reaches her peaked nipple, rolling it between my thumb and pointer finger. “I want you, little terror.” her voice is barely audible as she lets three words slowly escape her parted lips. “Then take me.” Our breath mingles between us like an unspoken prayer, as she closes the distance between our lips. She kisses me like a woman starved of affection, her teeth and tongue battling mine for dominance as I slowly walk her back to the pool table pushing her until she bends to accommodate my silent demands, I move my hands down and under her thighs to lift her the rest of the way.
Her hands rip at my clothes pulling and tugging the button up away from my chest, the buttons popping in every direction as she yanks it down my arms, her hands fumble with the front of my pants as she tries to make haste with freeing me from the denim prison my cock is trapped behind. I groan as she achieves the goal, in record time pushing them and my black silk boxers down in one quick movement, her hand tracing the small landing strip that leads down to my rock-hard shaft that's aching for release. I pull away from her lips looking at the list-induced daze she is now in “Condom?” I pray to whatever God is listening she says we can go bare, I don't want anything between us when she takes what has always been hers.
The room falls silent as she lifts her arm, pointing at a spot just above her elbow “I have the implant, we can go bare your first time.” She whispers, and the room falls in audible groans as my brother and best friends palm their cocks, not daring to break this moment for me and her.
“Mm, you're truly perfect.” I pull her hips to where she is just in my reach as I notch the tip of my throbbing cock to her soaking wet cunt and slowly push in. The sensation of her walls closing in around me has me stuttering my movements halfway forward as I suck in a deep breath, her eyes move from my face to where we are connected and a mischievous grin graces her lips as she hooks her legs behind my ass and pulls me all the way forward sheathing me into her, she groans out a sinful sound as she rolls her hips onto my shaft making me slip in and out slowly of her.
Her cunt holding my cock like a vice as she drips down my balls, I groan out, moving my hand to her neck gripping it in my hand like the perfect necklace as I begin to quicken my pace, the pool table below us creaking and blending into our labored breathing. She watches me with rapt attention as her mouth hangs open in a barely audible moan.
She grips the felt below her, her nails scratching and making the fabric peel beneath her fingers as I begin to pound harder and rougher into her, punishing her for breaking my heart and rewarding her for coming back. I loosen the grip around her neck and she sucks in a raspy breath, my name dancing from her tongue like a prayer as she begs me to go faster and harder and, like the man she makes me, I oblige her demands.
My hands grip her waist in a bruising grip as I slam into her, my cock disappearing in between her wet folds, like it's finally found where it belongs. The grunts and curses slip from my lips as I feel my balls begin to tighten with my much-needed release, the others moaning in the background are the only sign that they're still around watching me lose my virginity to the girl I've always been obsessed with.
I move my fingers down, pinch the bundled nerve between my fingers, and twist it watching as she shatters below me as I slam in one, two, and three more times. My release coated her insides, leaving pieces of my soul behind with it. I groan as I slowly pull free from her, her legs shaking with the aftermath of her orgasm as she lifts on her elbows to look at me, her eyes tracing down my body like it's cementing it to her memory.
“Let me get you something to clean up with, I'll be right back,” I whisper the words for only her as I reluctantly turn away from the girl who now owns another part of me.