13. January
Chapter 13
January
W alking through Party House, looking for Little Mermaid party decorations, hand-in-hand with Drake was overwhelming. But in a good way. I let myself enjoy it. I didn’t look back, I didn’t wonder what was coming, I simply let myself be in the moment. And it was the most fun I’ve had in a long time.
“Tell me about this Prince Eric guy?” I guffaw as he combs through the mermaid and sea creature decorations. “Do I have to be worried?”
“Just don’t give in to a mermaid singing to you, and I think you’ll still be at the top of her list.”
He shakes his head. “She’s going to make me watch it with her, isn’t she?”
“Oh absolutely. I’m sure it will be on tomorrow. Along with the soundtrack.” I roll my eyes. “I can repeat it word for word.” I pause, suddenly realizing everyone will be at my house tomorrow. “My mom will be there tomorrow,” I breathe out with a bit of anxiety.
Without missing a beat, he says. “Cool. Moms love me.”
My brows pull together, and I let out a small laugh. “Okay,” is all I can say.
He throws some tablecloths and napkins into the cart, and I grab streamers and candles. “Let’s get some balloons, and we can head home.”
The second home is out of my mouth, I freeze. He turns to me with wide eyes and a sly smirk, and I quickly bark out, “I didn't mean it like that.”
“What did you mean then?” He raises a brow.
“I just meant, like, we were done here, you know? So we can head… back.”
“Back home ?” He backs me up against the display stand, hands on my hips. “I can’t wait to go home with you. And you better hope your home is soundproof.”
“Dra—” He covers my mouth with a kiss so dominating I’m left breathless. He pulls back and glances down then back to me again. “And now I’m hard again .”
“It’s becoming a problem. You’re like a teenage boy.” I push him away and laugh as he pulls at his jacket.
“Good thing I don’t fuck like one.”
Oh my god, this man and his mouth. “Can you make it through the checkout?”
“You better make it quick.” His eyes are dilated with lust, and the way he’s looking at me makes me feel the sexiest I’ve ever felt.
I slide away from him and grab the cart and begin walking. He comes up behind me, placing his hands over mine on the cart, and we walk together. The whole time I can feel just how excited he is.
The drive home is faster than usual, and I can’t help but let out little laughs at each of his huffs when we pull up to a red light or he’s stuck behind a snow plow.
“Isn’t the anticipation of what’s to come the most exciting part?”
“I already know what’s to come, and I can’t wait to get it.”
“You really don’t,” I reply flippantly. “A few thrusts up against the wall is nothing to write home about.”
He shakes his head and a low chuckle escapes his lips. It turns me on. “Tonight there will be no walls.”
We pull into my driveway and the expectation of what’s to come is really coming down on me. I know I initiated it, I invited him, but now that we’re here, it feels too planned, premeditated. And I don’t know how to handle that.
He must sense the anxiety rolling like waves off me, because before I can reach for my door handle, he places his hand on my thigh. “Hey, it’s just you and me here. I want you to talk to me. I know what we’ve been saying all night, but it doesn’t have to happen. I’m perfectly happy just being with you, okay? There’s no expectation here.”
I exhale. The fact he recognized my feelings and addressed them, calming me, makes me feel good. Sean never did this. Sean wanted what he wanted. He expected things to happen the way he wanted them to. From dinners out to nights together, it was always on his terms.
“Thank you,” I say quietly. He squeezes my thigh and goes to open his door, but I grab his arm. He turns to me and I say, “But I’ve got a lot of expectations, Drake. Don’t let me down.” His slow smirk that charmed me the first night makes an appearance, and everything inside me burns.
He gets out his door, and I sit on pins and needles waiting for him to come around and open mine. He does, helping me down, and then he grabs the bags of party decorations. We walk inside hand-in-hand, and once the door closes behind us, all bets are off.
He drops the bags and pins me to the door, gathering my hands above me. He tilts his hips into mine and his lips are teasing, working me open before he sweeps inside. I meet him thrust for thrust before we break apart, catching our breath. “You taste so fucking good.” He kisses down my neck and is still thrusting his hips into mine when he leans back, looking slightly annoyed. “Fucking winter and all these goddamn layers of clothes.”
I laugh at him while unzipping my coat. He kicks off his boots, throwing his own coat to the floor, and continues complaining. “We’re not leaving this house until spring.” He bends at the waist and catches me over his shoulder. I let out a yelp as he slaps my ass. “I’m serious. This snow bullshit is ridiculous.”
“Don’t be such a baby,” I goad him as he walks down the hall, checking each room before stopping in front of my bedroom. He steadies me on my feet, wrapping his arms around me before I turn on him and grab his hand, pulling him inside.
We walk in slowly together, without hesitation. I flip on the little lamp that sits on my dresser, casting light into the room. It’s pale but leaves just enough for us to see each other.
“This time around, I want to take my time. I need to see and feel everything I missed the first time.” He holds my hand up, encouraging me to twirl around once before pulling me close again.
I shrug. “I kind of liked the first time.”
“Did you?”
“Mhm.” I trace his jawline with my finger then lean on my tiptoes and kiss him. “It was exciting.”
He chuckles low. “It sure was.”
He backs me to the bed and kisses me slowly. Taking his time, brushing my hair back, running his hands down my arms, linking our fingers together. I feel so much right now, my body is practically vibrating with every sweep of his hands.
I step back, gathering the bottom of my sweater and pulling it over my head. His eyes track my every move before reaching out to trace the strap of my dark-blue lace bra.
“You’re gorgeous.”
He kisses me again but with urgency this time. I can feel the momentum building between us. I run my hands under his shirt, over his abs and waist, while he pushes me onto the bed. We break apart and he yanks his T-shirt over his head, dropping it while going for the button on his jeans. I sit back and work mine over my hips before he steps up, grabbing the bottoms and yanking them from my body.
I laugh at his reaction. “Slow was nice, but I need more.” He kicks his jeans off, and I see him completely for the first time. His shoulders are broad, and his stomach cut. His smooth, tan skin feels like the Florida sunshine, and I let my eyes linger on his form. His boxers do nothing to hide his excitement that I already know about but can’t wait to be better acquainted with.
“January, if you keep looking at me like that …” His words linger in the air.
I get up on my knees on the bed and he climbs on, running his hands over my hips. “Like what?” I kiss him, biting his bottom lip and dipping my fingers inside his waistband.
His eyes roll before closing, and his lips part. “Like you want to eat me alive.”
“Isn't that what cougars do?” I whisper into his ear, and he lets out a laugh before throwing me to the bed and covering my body with his. He rocks his hips, settling in between my legs.
“This. This is what I was missing that first night. I need to be close to you.” He kisses the tip of my nose and cups my breast before smoothing his hand down my waist. “You felt fucking amazing, but I couldn’t see you.” He leans up on his elbow and tracks his hand with his eyes as he glides it over my body. Starting with my shoulder, he traces one finger across my collarbone, between the valley of my breasts, down my stomach, circling my belly button, all before running his hand over top of my lace panties. Then he drops his hand to the side and grabs hold of my ass, giving it a squeeze before completely covering my front with his and kissing me like there’s no tomorrow.
My breath is stolen from me with the precision and care of his actions. He pushes up, straddling my hips and leaning on his hands on either side of me. It’s then I notice a tattoo on the inside of his arm.
“This is beautiful. It’s a flower?” I let my fingers dance over it, turning his arm so I can see it. “Oh!” I look at him, then back to the tattoo, and my heart begins to beat quickly. I sit up and he slides back a tiny bit as I take his arm in my hand, tracing the letters under the pink flower. “Drake? What is this?”
He covers my hand with his. “It’s for my sister. Her name was Lily.”
The emotion that comes over me is so sudden and strong, I can’t stop the tears that run from my eyes. I don’t make a sound as they race down my cheeks.
“This probably wasn’t the best timing. I definitely don't want you crying in bed.” He wipes the tears on my cheek. “Talk to me, please.”
“I don’t know what to say.” I can’t look at him. I want to say it feels like fate, but I don’t believe in that sort of thing, do I? I want to say maybe my dad led him to Montana. I want to say maybe there is hope after all. It’s always darkest before the dawn, so maybe this is the end of my dark nights.
“Tell me you’re still here with me. Tell me it’s me that you see.”
He tilts my chin up, and I meet his eyes which hold so much care and sincerity. “It’s you,” I whisper out and the dam breaks. It's as if he needed to hear me acknowledge it, and now we can move forward. He cups my face and kisses me with a passion I’ve never felt before. And it grows and grows until we’re pawing at each other, pulling away the remaining scraps of fabric left between us.
He moves down my body, tasting and nibbling, then captures my nipple between his teeth. Tugging lightly then flicking it with his tongue, I arch my back, wanting so much more. I run my hands through his soft hair, and he looks up at me from under his lashes. His teasing smile as he does so lets me know he wants to drive me crazy.
“You doing okay?” he asks as he moves down my body, running his tongue along my ribs. I curl into him and giggle.
“Just fine, Drake.”
His hot breath of a laugh feels good against my skin. “Turn over.” He pushes me to my stomach and climbs over top of me. His hard cock lays on my ass as he bends down to bite at my neck and whisper to me. “I’ve never seen an ass so hot.” He rocks his hips into me while pulling my arms to the side and linking our hands once again. The stretch feels so good, and having his weight above me feels better. He begins a rhythm of pumping against me, and I turn my head to the side as he takes my lips once more.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you.” He steps from the bed and I turn over to see him searching his jeans for a condom. He throws it to the bedside table and climbs back on the bed, once again settling between my legs. I should feel embarrassed, but his obvious reverence for me only makes me feel sexy. And when he licks up my center, the moan that erupts is something I’ve never heard come from my mouth before.
He chuckles against my skin before parting me and flicking my clit with his tongue. My stomach contracts and I buck into his mouth, wanting more, needing more, which he happily obliges by inserting a finger and continuing to tease me. He knows what to do before I need to say anything. I cup my breasts, turning my head to the side and watch him. His strong shoulders are relaxed, and I see his hips moving slightly in rhythm with his tongue.
“Drake.” His name leaves my lips, and he looks up at me. His eyes zero in on my hands on my breasts, and he reaches up and squeezes one.
“I knew you’d be sweet. Like fucking berries.” He speaks the words against my pussy before spearing me with his tongue, fucking me in and out. He grabs hold of my thighs, spreading me wider. “Come on, baby, come all over my face.” I moan out, his words bringing me to the edge.
“Drake!” He latches onto my clit and sucks, and I break. I shake and quiver, pressing my thighs against his head, trapping him where I need him. Cries leave my lips, my back arches, and I grip the bed. His low growl against me only drags my orgasm out longer. When I come down from the high, my legs collapse to the bed, and he looks at me with a satisfied grin.
“I could do that every night for the rest of my life and never tire of it.” He licks his lips before crawling up my body and kissing me. I taste myself on him, and it instantly makes me hotter. I wrap my legs around his waist, searching for more, and he laughs. “That’s it, baby girl, rub yourself all over me.”
And still, I’m not embarrassed by my wanton behavior. There’s something about him that allows me to be me. And it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like myself.
“I must be crazy,” I say and smile, biting at his chin.
“Not crazy. You just know a good thing when you see one.” He winks at me, and we laugh together as he rolls me to my side and spanks me. He grabs the condom, sitting back on his knees and tearing it open. I watch as he strokes himself twice and then rolls it on. He comes up beside me and sits, leaning against the headboard. “Climb on, January, I've been waiting for this moment.”
I crawl over him, straddling his waist, rocking my hips as he plays with my breasts, pinching my nipples before running his thumbs over them, soothing the sting. I reach for his cock and position him at my entrance, slowly sliding him inside. I groan at the intrusion, feeling a stretch so delicious, I don’t want it to ever end.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
“Perfect,” I exhale out and begin to move. His hands smooth up and down my back before dropping to my ass; soft but forceful touches guiding me where he wants me. It's intimate and sure. He holds my waist, and I revel in the way he gazes at me. I take his hands, placing them above his head while I slowly ride him, kissing him, torturing him.
“Ride me. Harder, baby. Give me everything.”
He places his hand flat between my breasts while holding my waist with his other, and I roll my hips in a wave-like motion over him, increasing the pace.
“This view.. fuck.” He becomes frantic with his hands, squeezing my breasts then kneading at my thighs. He grabs my waist, pulling me down tight against him as his hips piston up into me. He leans forward off the headboard, capturing a nipple in his mouth while grabbing my wrists and holding my hands in his behind me.
Our breaths mingle, our moans bouncing off the walls as our bodies move together. He looks up at me, brushing the hair from my face and speaking against my breast. “Does this feel good?” He bites at me before sucking gently then letting go with a pop. He smiles against my skin and does it again. “It does, doesn’t it?” I groan out a yes and he says, ”I know it does. Every time I do this,” he bites and tugs, “your pussy clenches my cock.”
“Ohh,” my head falls back on my neck as he continues to work me over.
“Oh god,” he calls out before moving himself to lay flat on the bed, grabbing my waist and stilling my movements.
“I don't want to come yet.” His breathing is heavy while he gets himself under control. “I don't want this to end. You feel so fucking good.”
His hands caress my ass before he gives me one good smack. “Get on your knees.” His command is so strong and manly, I jump off and into position, excited for what’s to come.
He covers my back and snakes an arm under me, holding my breast as he enters me from behind. “You listen so well, January. Fuck, you’re amazing.” His rhythm is steady, and he kisses the back of my neck before nipping and teasing my skin. He rises above me, smoothing his hands down my back and over my ass, kneading and holding tight while he slams into me.
“Drake! Oh, it feels so good.” I reach under my body to play with my clit, and he gives me another spank.
“Nope, that’s my job.” He takes my hands, leading them to the headboard, stretching me. “Hold onto this and don’t let go until I say.” With one hand holding my shoulder and the other on the bed beside me, he begins deep, slow thrusts in a steady pattern. My body bounces with each strike, my tits shaking under me, but I don’t let go, loving the way he uses me for my benefit and his.
“Jesus, baby, I don’t know where I want you. You look fucking fantastic taking my cock like this.” I hang tight to the headboard, calling out with each pump of his hips. “Are you close?” I nod, whimpering as he slides out. “On your back, I want to see your face when I make you come.”
I fall helplessly to my back, my body already spent in the most perfect way.
“Put your legs up in the air and cross them.” He drifts his hands up the inside of my legs, tickling me before he slides back inside me, holding my ankles and fucking me again. “I like this, you're so tight.”
“And deep.” My arms are thrown over my head.
He lets out a low growl. “And fucking deep.”
Each thrust gets quicker. I feel him reaching the end, and when I say, “Drake, I’m going to come,” he parts my legs, draping them on his shoulders. I watch as he drops his head and spits onto my pussy before using it to play with my clit.
And I fucking break.
The orgasm that he pulls from me is like nothing I’ve ever felt before. I don’t know if it was the lead up, the constant foreplay, the dirty words, or this final act that sent me over the edge to a height I’ve never hit before. My body shakes and convulses, and the noises that fall from my lips are animalistic and surprise me.
“Look at me!” he commands, and I do. His neck strains and his mouth drops open as he hits his peak, making quick and short strokes as he comes with me before collapsing on the bed beside me. Our heavy breathing matches each other’s until it evens out. He grabs my hand, lifting the back of it to his lips and placing a kiss there before dropping it back to the bed.
“Damn. And I thought the bathroom was good.”
I laugh. “This was so much better.”
I lay there enjoying the burn that lingers at being stretched and filled just right. And I wonder if this can really work.