Chapter 26
Drake swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing heavily in his throat. He’s really fighting this; I sit back in the incredible leather seats of his swanky BMW. “This is a very nice car.”
“Thank you.” His words sound like sandpaper, gruff, gravelly—yet his eyes flick to mine, conflicting, warring with his thoughts.
I settle back. I don’t know my way around the town, which means I have no clue if he’s driving to my new flat or his.
I stay relaxed, settling comfortably while he drives.
The tension he’s feeling is coming off him in waves—not to mention all of his physical signs.
His jaw is tense, the muscle ticking as he clenches his teeth, the pulse point in his temple that throbs in time with his heartbeat.
I’d love to know what’s going through his mind, because there’s a battle in there, for sure.
Is he still deliberating, or is he now fixed on our destination without having to make any small talk.
It’s another five minutes before I recognise where I am. And it’s not at the small flat I’m taking over from Memphis.
He pulls into a parking space that has the number of his flat painted on the tarmac and switches off the engine with a push of a button.
I turn my head to look at him. He doesn’t move, his hands still wrapped around the leather wheel.
His knuckles are white with the force of his grip, his eyes still facing forward.
I watch as his tongue flicks out to dampen his lip.
My eyes are transfixed as the plump flesh becomes slick.
It’s my turn to feel the tightness in my briefs, and I want to fidget to relieve the pressure. I don’t; I can control myself.
I keep silent, waiting for him to sort out whatever is going on in his head.
When he takes his hands from the steering wheel, he turns to me.
“With one exception, I haven’t done this with anyone for a long time.
I’m not going to think or talk about that at this time.
Other than that, my last Dom was also my lover. I’ve loved him for a very long time.”
This must be the break-up Royal mentioned. “Do you still love him?”
He’s quiet again. It’s easy to see he’s thinking hard; his expressions are all over his face. “I don’t know. I don’t think it matters. We’re never going to be together.”
Okay, this is not going to be the night I planned, but that doesn’t mean it’s wasted. If I want something with him, I now know it’s not going to be me ordering him to his knees. “Does that hurt, or do you accept that there’s nothing you can do to get him back?”
Drake puts his hands back on the steering wheel, they twist around the leather. “No, there’s no going back. He doesn’t want what I have to offer. Neither of us are prepared to change what we want or do to be together. We’ve settled with friendship.”
“Then he’s a fool. I doubt he can get better than you.”
He scoffs, shakes his head. “You don’t need to say shit like that. You don’t even know who he is.”
“Does it matter?” This is getting stranger and stranger. Instead of opening up because he’s talking about him, he’s shutting down even more. Is this bloke someone around here? Someone still in Drake’s life. “Can we go inside? I think we have things to talk about.”
“Really? Why?” He looks confused.
Does he think I’m not going to be interested because of an ex? “I want to spend time with you. Get to know you.” I speak softly. “Look at me, Drake.” I wait until he lifts his head, turning to face me. “Thank you. Let’s go inside.”
Drake nods, let’s go of the steering wheel, and opens his door. I follow suit and meet him at the front of the car. I gesture for him to go first and then step up next to him. “There’s an apartment for sale in this building,” I say casually.
He doesn’t reply as he presses the call button for the lift. It’s not until we’ve stepped inside the lift that he looks at me again. “It’s a good place to live. It has a gym on the top floor.”
“I don’t think your family would be very pleased with you using a gym somewhere else.” I can imagine the outrage if they thought he was working out elsewhere.
“You’re right, but just because you’re Memphis’ friend, you aren’t committed to using our gym. Then again, you might not want to live here.”
We’re silent again for the last few seconds that take us to Drake’s floor. It seems that any chance of small talk has gone, thanks to Drake’s revelation.
Drake gets out first, and we take the few steps to his front door. There’s only one other door on this floor; it really is very exclusive—and expensive. I wonder how he can afford it at his age, which is twenty-eight, maybe twenty-nine.
Maybe I can lighten the mood a little. “So where does the James Bond joke come from?”
He drops his keys in a glass dish on a narrow console table before looking at me. “The what?”
“Y’know, the whole Drake is a spy story,” I say, keeping my face straight when really, I want to smile. “That’s what Memphis says and Royal too.”
His face turns sombre, and he leans in closer to me. “If I told you, I’d have to kill you.” Then with the sexiest, slow burn smile, he winks and walks towards the kitchen.
I follow him, laughing. Happy that we’re back on track. When I walk in, he’s got the fridge door open. “Do you want a drink?”
I shake my head. I want him to focus on me. “No, I’m fine. Come here.”
His posture changes at the tone of my voice.
I’m not messing about; it’s time to let him know I’m serious.
He closes the fridge door and turns to face me.
He looks a little nervous, but his eyes are darker, and he scrapes his teeth on his bottom lip.
For a moment, when he gets close to me, he hesitates, and I think he is going to drop to his knees.
Instead, he stops a pace away from me, his hands behind his back.
“Good boy,” I croon and stroke my hand through his hair.
It’s not in its usual style, maybe it’s been left after a shower at the gym.
I like how soft it is. “Let’s start again.
Right from the time we were alone in your car.
I find you incredibly attractive, even before I knew you were in the lifestyle.
I want more than just being a Dom and you submitting to me.
Don’t get me wrong; I want to see you on your knees.
It’s been hard to stay away for all these weeks; you’ve got under my skin.
What about you, have I got this all wrong? ”
Drake turns his head into my palm as it cups his cheek. “No, you haven’t got it wrong. But like I said, I haven’t had a consensual scene for a long time.”
Anger bubbles up as I digest what he just said: he’s had a scene that was forced. That he was abused. “What the fuck happened?”
“Nope, I’m not going there with you. You said we’re going to start again. I think you’re going to be good for me, Finnegan.”
“Not if you keep calling me that. It’s a sure-fire way to get your arse spanked.” I slap my hands together, and he smiles.
“I’ll remember that.” He leans in a little closer, and I bridge the gap and pull him against me.
My hands snake around his waist and down to his arse.
He arms wrap around me, but he reaches up my back.
We stay still for a moment, then I look into his eyes.
The dark brown irises have gold flecks that sparkle with the warmth of a bonfire.
I lean in and kiss him, not the fierce, explosive kiss we had before.
No, this is one I want to be full of promise, of pleasure yet to come.
He lets me in with a flick of his tongue over the tip of mine.
They tangle leisurely as we dip in and out of each other’s mouths.
It’s soft, sensual, and so easy; it’s like we’ve done this countless times.
He strokes up and down my back as I grip is arse and pull him so we’re touching from our chests to our knees.
His dick is plump, thickening against mine.
Thank the god of sweatpants, whoever it is, I’m forever grateful.
As I rock my hips, he lets out a low moan.
If we weren’t so close, I wouldn’t have heard him.
It’s deeply erotic. Sadly, it’s not where we’re going tonight.
As much as I want to suck his cock and watch him take me deep in his mouth, I’m not rushing into anything.
At least I’m trying to behave and do the right thing, because right now, Drake is sliding his hands under the waistband of my sweats.
His large hands grab my arse firmly, increasing the pressure of our dicks against each other.
He pulls back and does everything I want but shouldn’t allow. He sinks to his knees and takes my sweats and briefs with him. My dick springs free, almost slapping him in the face, but he dodges it with a little chuckle. “Well, hello, big boy,” he says to my dick.
“Drake, should we be doing this?”
“Absolutely.” He looks up at me through his thick black lashes and opens his mouth. As soon as his lips wrap around the head of my cock, I groan. I love blowjobs. I love giving them and having them done to me. I get the feeling he’s going to blow away any and all I’ve had before.
My fingers are back in his hair as he takes me deep into his mouth, the flat of his tongue laving at the underside as he sucks.
Before I know it, I’m in his throat, and he swallows around the head.
I hold him there, his nose to my barely-there pubes for just a second, then release him.
He draws back, but the gleam in his eyes tells me he likes that.
I look forward to the discussion of likes and dislikes, soft and hard limits.
For now, I let him do exactly what he wants.
“Good boy,” I tell him when he swallows me again. He does have a very talented mouth, and sooner than I expected, I feel my balls tighten, and the tingling in my spine grows. I’m going to come, and we haven’t discussed health statuses. “I’m going to come.” My voice is hoarse as I try to pull out.
All he does is grip my thighs harder and slide up and down my length, the suction never faltering.
I can’t stop what’s about to happen, even if I wanted to; he just feels too good.
I know I’m doing everything I can to hold back, to not embarrass myself so quickly, but it’s too late.
My balls draw up high and tight, and like a detonator going off, my cum fires out of my balls and through my cock.
I pour into his mouth and throat as he swallows, humming as he does.
My knees are shaking by the time he’s finished sucking and cleaning my dick with licks and slurps.
He looks up at me and smiles.