Chapter 12 – Olivia
OLIVIA
Afew minutes before midnight, we finished our fourth movie. An all-night marathon of action films. This was my weekly routine with Drake, and I liked the tradition. The only thing that had changed since last Friday was my age. And I planned on seizing the moment.
Tate rose from the couch, stretching his arms above his head. “I’m beat. My internal clock is ahead of you two. I’m going to bed.” He bent down to kiss my cheek. “Goodnight, Liv. Night, brother. Don’t stay up too late. We’re going running in the morning.”
Drake groaned. “Don’t remind me.”
“You need to stay in peak shape for the ladies.” He tapped Drake’s flat stomach. “You’re drinking too much.”
Drake rolled his eyes. “Go to bed, asshole.”
I stayed on the couch with Drake, watching Tate cross the room and enter the elevator. When the floor number above the doors said two, I moved across the couch, closing the distance between us.
I looked up at the digital clock on the wall. “It’s still my birthday for one more minute. You asked me earlier whether I got everything I wanted. But I didn’t.”
Drake let out a deep breath and closed his eyes. “Liv, your brother is home.”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
He leaned his head back on a pillow and stared at the ceiling. “He would kill me. I promised to take care of you, not fuck you.”
I crawled onto his lap and straddled his thighs. “I’m not your ward anymore. I can make my own decisions now. And I want you, Drake.”
He lifted his head. “Is this what you really want?”
I nodded. “I think it’s what you want, too.”
Instead of denying me, he sealed my lips with a kiss, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He kissed me as if he wanted to brand my lips. Like he wanted everyone to know I belonged to him.
I threw my arms around his neck, rocking my hips into his growing erection. He grunted into my mouth, and I moaned into his, lost in the moment. For once, Drake wasn’t fighting me or trying to stop the pull between us. He clung to me, stealing the air from my lungs, worshiping me like a goddess.
When our lips finally separated, he stared into my eyes, his chest rising and falling faster.
I peeled off my shirt and tossed it onto the floor.
His gaze lingered on my breasts for a second, and then he was bending down to kiss my skin.
He reached behind my back, his resolve fading, and unhooked my bra.
“I’ve thought about this for too fucking long.”
He held me in his arms and flicked his tongue over nipple, making the tiny bud even harder. A zing raced through my body. I wove my fingers through his dark hair, tugging at the ends, pulling him closer.
I wanted more of his tongue as his teeth grazed my flesh.
“Drake,” I whimpered, riding his hard cock over the top of his pants. “Please.”
The pressure built between my thighs, reaching a point where I couldn’t stand it anymore. He needed to release this tension before I exploded.
He tugged on my nipple with his teeth, taunting me with a wicked look in his eyes. “Beg me, birthday girl.”
“Please, Drake.” I reached between us, unbuttoned his pants, and slid down the zipper. “I need you.”
It’s always been you.
“Tell me what you want,” he said, tilting my head to the side to kiss my neck.
“You know what I want.”
He flattened his tongue and my neck and licked my ear, sending a wave of heat down my spine. “Use your words. Tell me what you need.”
“You,” I choked out, fisting his length in my hand, not the least bit surprised he was huge. “Now.”
I didn’t care about foreplay or anything else. Not after waiting forever to have Drake all to myself.
“Not yet,” he said and dove in for another kiss.
My heart pounded like a drum as our hands roamed over each other’s bodies as if we were exploring a new land. I stroked his shaft while he dipped his hand beneath the waistband of my yoga pants. One of his long fingers slipped inside me.
I cried out at the sudden intrusion. Each kiss set my insides on fire, and when he added another finger, rode his hand like a cowgirl, desperate for more.
Without breaking the kiss, he curled his fingers around my throat, his other hand down my pants. He added another finger, which relieved some of the pressure. But I’d never felt so full. So stretched out.
Another growl fell from his lips.
Stroking his big dick, I trailed my other hand up his chest and brushed my fingers softly over his nipple. With each stroke, he kissed me harder, more demanding.
Drake grunted, leaking pre-cum onto my skin. So when he peeled his lips from mine, I stuck my finger in my mouth and sucked.
His eyes lit up as he watched me. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me.”
Drake hooked an arm around me and rose from the couch, flipping me over his shoulder. I had gained thirty pounds, my body filled out with curves, but he acted as if weighed nothing. I never felt insecure with Drake. In his eyes, I was the most beautiful girl in the world.
“Where are you taking me?”
“My bedroom,” he said and headed toward the back of the room.
The Battle Cave was so massive it took up the entire length of the house.
He kicked open the door and dragged me into his lair.
The bed had dark blue sheets and half a dozen accent pillows.
Like most of the house, the decorations were sparse, with only a few knickknacks from one of his favorite video games on the shelves beside stacks of books.
Drake tossed me onto the bed and landed on top of me, crushing me with his chest. Then, his lips were on my breasts, his tongue rolling over my nipples.
He tasted my flesh, savoring every second, before slowly inching down to my waistband.
This was the slowest, most painful torture.
He seemed content on dragging this night out, making me wait until I had no choice but to beg.
Drake stripped off my yoga pants, one leg at a time, teasing me with the little striptease. Then he tugged on my panties with his teeth, yanking them down my thighs, his eyes never leaving mine.
Fully bared to him, I sat back on my elbows and peeked at him from between my spread thighs. He scrubbed a hand over his jaw and licked his lips.
“Fuck, baby. Look at you.” He pulled off shirt, exposing his rock-hard chest. “Soaking wet. Just for me.”
He removed his pants and boxers in one swift motion, kicking them aside. I laid back on the mattress as he gripped my ass and circled my clit with his skilled tongue.
An intense sensation shot down my thighs. “Oh, wow. That feels… holy shit. Don’t stop.”
Lifting my hips, I forced him to shove his tongue deeper, needing to feel him everywhere. He shoved two fingers inside me, making room for himself, taking me to new heights. As Drake licked my pussy, he played with my nipples, reaching up to pinch them.
His firm hands palmed my breasts, taking turns massaging them as my first real orgasm crashed into me like a hurricane.
After I came down from my high, Drake wiped my cum from his mouth and crawled up my body. “Are you sure about this?”
I bobbed my head.
“Liv, I made a deal with your brother. I don’t want to give you false hope that this will be anything more than sex.”
“I understand.” Hooking my legs around his back, I rocked my hips until I felt his thick cock. “I want this, Drake. Even if it’s just this one time.”
He pressed a kiss to my lips. Soft and sweet, he sucked on my lip. “Once won’t be enough.”
“I’m yours, Drake.”
He lined himself up at my entrance, rubbing the tip along my wet slit. I mentally prepared for the initial pinch. The instant pain all girls said they felt the first time. His dick was so big even a more experienced girl would have trouble handling him.
Drake inched into me, slow and steady, taking an inch or two at a time. But even with how slow he was going, a burst of pain swelled inside me. He must have noticed because he stopped moving.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
“Relax, birthday girl.” His thumb brushed my nipple. “You’re too tense.”
“Are you in all the way?”
He shook his head. “About halfway.”
My eyes widened. “Seriously? I can feel you everywhere.”
“Give it time. Your body will adapt.” He traced slow circles on my clit but kept his eyes on me. “Stop clenching so much. Relax, baby.”
Drake pushed into me, taking his time, waiting for my body to relax. He buried his face in my neck and licked my skin.
“You’re so tight. Are you a virgin?”
“Yes.”
His eyes widened. “Liv, you should have said something.”
“Would it have made a difference?”
He nodded. “I would have made it… special. Not like this.”
“This is perfect.”
He kissed me, and this time, he started moving a little faster. Screams poured out of my mouth. And once again, my legs trembled as adrenaline flooded my body. After I came twice, my body spent from the orgasms, Drake finally let go.
“Fuck,” he grunted, his entire body shaking, and then he quickly pulled out of me, coming hard and fast on my stomach. “I didn’t… Shit. I’m sorry, Liv. I wasn’t thinking. We should have used a condom. I’m clean. I swear.”
“It’s okay, Drake. I trust you.”
He slid off the bed, his body rippling with muscles, still semi-hard. I saw something red on the tip and gasped. Blood.
My blood.
Drake put his knee on the bed and bent down to kiss me. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back.”
He slipped into the room on the right. I heard the water turn on and off. Then, he appeared with a washcloth in his hand.
“Spread your legs,” Drake ordered as he kneeled on the bed. “Wider.” I did, and he rewarded me with, “Good girl. Stay just like this for me.”
He cleaned me up with a warm washcloth, taking his time. Making me feel loved and adored. Afterward, he kissed me down there, staring at me from between my thighs.
“Did I hurt you?”
I sat up and gripped his shoulder, needing to be closer to him. “No. You were perfect. Not too rough.”
“How do you feel?”
“A little sore. But otherwise, I feel… I can’t even explain it. That was my first orgasm.”
He narrowed his eyes. “Ever?”
I bobbed my head. “You were my first of many things.”
At that, Drake smiled so wide it reached his pretty blue eyes. “I don’t know where we go from here. But this wasn’t just sex. I’ve never… This was different.”
I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “Me too.”