18. Chemistry
CHEMISTRY
D rake nuzzles my neck and gently cups my breast. “You’re gorgeous when you come.” The roughness of his thumb grazes against my tender nipple, sending a jolt of electricity to my core. “So fucking sexy.”
I look away, shy and a bit awkward. Talking about sex isn’t really my thing. His thumb rubs against my nipple, slowly rolling it back and forth. When I reach for the fly of his pants, Drake draws back.
“Oh, luv, we’ll get to that.” With an authoritative hand, he pushes me back.
Not sure what he’s doing, I resist. This is the point when he’s supposed to strip, put on a condom, and fuck me.
Drake increases the pressure on my chest as my brows pinch together with confusion.
“Stop,” he says, more authoritative, more demanding.
Totally sexy.
I love a man who knows what he wants. It’s a major turn on. The ones who bumble about—my ex comes to mind—ruin the mood.
Drake amplifies my desire, arousing me more with his voice and his commands than the way his finger plays with my poor, tortured nipple.
“Stop, what?”
The palm of his hand presses with greater force against my sternum.
“Stop fighting me.”
“I’m not …”
He presses harder, and my brows knit together even more confused.
“You’re resisting me, luv.” His head cants to the side. “Relax. I promise I’ll make this good for you.”
Better than that orgasm? It’s not possible.
“But I thought …”
“Don’t think, city girl. All you need to do is feel. Let me take the lead.” He pushes a little harder while my muddled mind tries to parse what he means.
Why does he want me to lean back when it makes more sense to scoot my ass forward on the tailgate, wrap my legs around his waist, and have sex like that? The heights look like they match.
My brain does a deep dive into angles and heights. Drake taps me on the forehead.
“Disengage that beautiful brain from your body, city girl. Surrender. Trust that I know what I’m doing.”
I’ve never been this passive during sex in my life. It’s not what I’m used to. I’m used to getting down to business. The quicker I got the guy off, the sooner I could get back to what I was doing. It’s no surprise my sex life is lackluster at best.
But, I trust Drake. I trust him more than any other man I’ve known, which is shocking considering we—you know—just met.
Slowly, I surrender to his will, leaning back until my back hits the soft padding of the covers he laid out in the bed of his truck. Bending at the knees, my feet dangle off the back of the tailgate.
Since I’m a little out of my element, I kick out my left foot and then my right, letting my legs swing. Drake places his hand over my shins, stilling the nervous movement.
“There you go.” Drake leans over me, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Relax and let go, luv. All I want you to do is feel.”
“But what about you?”
“We’re getting to that. No reason to rush to the finish line. This isn’t a race.”
I want to ask what I should do but decide I’m wrong about him fucking me on the tailgate. The truck is taller than I thought.
Maybe he’s worried about the angles, and the relative heights of our respective parts? I place my hands on the covers with the thought of pushing up and back, thinking to move farther into the bed of the truck so he can join me.
The moment I do, Drake grabs my knees and yanks me toward him. It confuses me because that’s not what I was expecting, but then Drake blows my mind yet again.
He puts his hands on my inner thighs, spreads my legs, then hooks my knees over his shoulders.
Before I can process what he’s about to do, Drake buries his face between my legs.
My body bucks, which only lifts my pussy up to his face. The scruff of his beard rubs against my inner thighs, burning and scraping, but the moment his tongue licks along my seam, I forget all about that and focus on the heat of his mouth as he ravishes me once more.
I’m not a fan of oral sex. Or rather, I wasn’t until now.
This is unlike anything I’ve experienced.
With his hands on my thighs, my entire body quivers with delicious sensation. My knees drape over his shoulders, fully supported, as his tongue works even more devastating magic.
I surrender to the moment, doing what he says, and turn into a carnal thing. My body bucks and thrashes. My back bows and my hips move in a sinuous dance. I reach for his head, digging my fingers into his thick, midnight-black hair, and hold on for the best ride of my life.
He leaves nothing unexplored, mercilessly fucking my pussy with his tongue and laving my clit with tantalizing strokes. Like a man starved for food, he eats my pussy, groaning against me, until our bodies find a rhythm.
My pelvis grinds against his face. My heels dig into his back. My toes curl until barely human, guttural sounds emanate from my throat. He turns me into a wanton creature, focused solely on the pleasure of my flesh.
An incredible rush of heat builds within me, tightening until I’m breathless and panting with the need to come. I’m unable to pull the air I need into my lungs for the scream that waits on the precipice of what I know will be an incredible release.
Something inside of me snaps and lets go. Pleasure sweeps through me for the second time.
Only this orgasm is more intense than the first. His deft touch, with that devilish tongue, licks me through and past the firestorm sweeping through me.
As the quaking in my body stills, Drake looks up, my wetness on his lips, with the most satisfied smirk I’ve ever seen plastered on his face.
“Drake, that was beyond amazing, but if you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to kill you.”
The aftershocks of that orgasm race through me, and I want to feel him inside of me before this feeling subsides.
“Sit up, city girl, and slide to the edge.” He disentangles our bodies and takes a step back. While I move, he rips open a foil pack and unzips.
My eager eyes wait for the first time I get to see him. It takes a breath, or two, for his full length to free itself from the confines of his zipper.
He’s hard, growing harder as I watch. Plump head, thick, ropey veins, his shaft stands primed and ready. He sheaths himself, sliding the condom on like a pro, while my hand flies to my throat when the full impact hits me.
“How’s that going to fit?”
Drake glances at me, eyes hooded with lust, swirling with desire, as a low chuckle escapes him.
“Don’t worry. It’ll fit, we just gotta go slow.”
As a doctor, I’ve seen plenty of flaccid and semi-flaccid penises. It comes with the job, seeing how half my patients are male. Drake certainly puts most men to shame.
As I watch, in shock, horror, and with guilty pleasure—I wonder if I hit the jackpot. How is that going to fit not only in my pussy, but in my mouth?
For the first time, in a very long time, the thought of giving head excites me. To be able to control such a monster—to deliver that kind of pleasure—the thought of it sets off that needy pulse between my legs again.
Drake fists his shaft, stroking it lazily as I watch. “I take it you like what you see?”
“I’ve never…” I reach forward, needing to feel the steely hardness of his cock.
Drake removes his hand and waits patiently for me to touch him. Moments before my fingers connect with his hard length, I draw back as if stung. His low chuckle brings my gaze up to his face.
“It’s not going to bite you.” His hand shoots out and wraps around my wrist. With our gazes interlocked, he brings my hand to his cock. “Just like I don’t do slow, I don’t do tentative either. If you’re going to hold my cock, grip it like you mean it. Hold it tight.” He shows me what he means.
When my grip weakens, his hand is there, wrapping around mine, demonstrating how hard I can grip him. His eyes slide shut and his head tips back.
“Just like that.” Then he glides my hand along his shaft, tighter than I would’ve thought comfortable, until we’re at the tip. “Don’t be afraid to roll your palm against the tip. And don’t worry about your nails.” He curves my fingers, digging my nails against the underside of his cock. “Pain is but another flavor of pleasure. Dig in, scrape if you want. I’ll let you know if you’re being too rough.”
He shows me exactly what he means.
“And what about my teeth?” He opens one eye, that grin of his going wide. “Oh, I like it rough. The rougher the better. The only question is this.”
“What?”
“What about you? Are you a slow and easy kind of girl? Or are you willing to get a bit freaky with some creative and vigorous sex?”
My standard go-to answer would be slow and easy, but I’ve learned my thoughts about sex may not necessarily be the end-all be-all of what it can be.
“You said to trust you.” I cup his face with my free hand.
“You sure about that?”
“Never been more sure.” I bite my lower lip and hesitate. “But what if it’s too much?”
“Luv, if it gets too intense, tap my shoulder twice. I’ll slow down. If you need things to stop, just say the word.”
“Okay.”
The entire time we talk, he guides my hand up and down his cock. His hips engage, thrusting forward and drawing back.
“What if you’re too big?”
“I won’t be.” His voice grows hoarse as the stimulation to his cock continues.
He releases my hand and braces against the tailgate, closing in on me and crowding me with his broad frame.
Without his help, I can’t squeeze as tight as him, but I try out what he said and drag my nail down the undermost side of his shaft where it’s most sensitive.
Drake buries his chin into my neck, convulsing with pleasure.
“Fuuuck, but that feels good.” He nuzzles my neck while I continue stroking him.
The more I have my hand on him, the bolder I get. I want to suck him, but I’m not really sure how that will work given our current positions. My legs spread wide as he stands between them. My feet dangle like before. There’s no rush, and it feels as if we have all the time in the world.
A hypnotic trance slips over me as my hand glides up and then down his shaft. My breathing relaxes. My lids bounce as my eyes close. I tip my head back as a sigh escapes me.
Drake’s arms shoot out. He grasps my hips and lifts me up and into the air. I cry out in surprise as my hands grab at his neck. He takes several steps back, holding me in his arms.
His erection bobs between us, brushing against my ass. Without a word, his biceps flex. I rise. Then he holds incredibly still as the tip of his dick slips into position. Just the tip pokes against my wet folds.
“Remember,” he struggles to speak. “Two taps if it’s too much.”
Two taps? I’ve already forgotten why I would do that, but then the most intense burn makes me cry out.
He lowers me down, using gravity to accomplish the inevitable. It’s been some time since I’ve had sex—and never like this—and I can’t help but think back to the last time.
It wasn’t good.
Drake’s massive cock slides into me, stretching the tight walls of my pussy as he relentlessly forces his way inside.
“Doing okay, luv?”
I give a tight nod and bite my tongue. Holy hell, it hurts, but it’s going to be magical if I can get through this little bit. If a ten-pound baby can pass through a woman’s vagina, I’m sure I can manage Drake’s well-endowed cock.
Totally not what I should be thinking about while having sex, but my mind goes off on random tangents, and… Holy hell!
A ripple of pleasure rushes through me, making me gasp.
“What’s wrong?” Drake tightens his hold on me.
“Nothing—it feels amazing.”
And that’s the truth.
What was that? A micro-orgasm? Is that even a thing?
Drake kisses me, then slowly relaxes his biceps. As he does, gravity does its thing. I slowly, inextricably, slide down the steel shaft of his cock until he’s fully buried inside of me.
A jolt of pleasure shoots through my body. I’m not doing a thing, yet I’m strung out and panting with the deliciousness of all the sensations rioting through my body.
I feel him everywhere.
“Shit, city girl, you feel fucking amazing. So hot. So warm. So fucking tight. Still doing okay?”
I love the way he checks in on me. He’s worried, wanting to make this good for me. Which makes me wonder if he’s not self-conscious about his size.
It’s a lot to take in.
A smile curls all the way up to my eyes. I’ve never had a man with a big dick before and it lives up to the hype. Add in Drake’s rugged good looks, his sensitivity melded with his feral masculinity, and I’m basically in Nirvana.
“I’m good.”
Drake begins to move. He stands solidly. Lifting and lowering me up and down his cock, pleasure builds and builds until a third orgasm spirals me into oblivion.
He pumps me up and down as sensation riots through. Every cell in my body sizzles as he thrusts harder, rocking our bodies together.
Picking up speed, his breathing turns erratic as my entire body liquefies in his hands, completely and absolutely overcome with sensation.
His breaths turn to deep grunts as he fucks me, thrusting savagely. He jerks out, lifting just high enough to slam me back down on his cock. That burn is nothing but a memory as pleasure coils and tightens.
Tears swim in my eyes as his raw, sexual need flames across my skin. Deeper and harder, his hips piston furiously as he chases his release. My entire body is aflame, consumed by pleasure, as Drake finally releases inside of me.
From head to toe, I’m spent.
He very carefully walks us back to the tailgate, where he sets me down. His cock softens and slips out. While he takes care of the condom, I scoot all the way back into the bed of the truck, smoothing out the blankets and fluffing the pillows.
He turns off the generator and tidies up our camp. I guess we’re done with movie night. The truck rocks as he vaults into the back. On hands and knees, he prowls toward me. His entire body covers mine. For a moment, he stares at me, then his head lowers.
Drake captures my mouth, kissing me with tenderness and maybe something more.
I’ve been blissfully fucked by a wonderful man. Talk about mind-blowing. Nothing can bring me down from this high.
Absolutely nothing.
He rolls to his side and grips my hand as we stare up at the night sky, saying nothing as we simply connect.
Soon, his breathing slows. His hard body relaxes, and his grip on my hand eases, then finally releases as the slumber takes him under.
Careful not to wake him, I draw up a blanket to cover us both. Then I stare at the heavens, comforted with the knowledge that I made the right decision moving to Peace Springs.
I watch him sleep for a while. His chest rises and falls in a slow, easy rhythm. At some point, I drift off.
The first rays of dawn spread across the sky, light greens, yellows, and the faintest pink wake me from the best sleep I’ve had in years.
Drake’s arm drapes heavily across my midsection. His leg curls around mine, caging me in, and makes me feel wonderfully safe.
I could lift his arm and disentangle myself from his leg, but I’m not ready for this to end. He wakes and pulls me close, makes love to me as the dawn breaks. Time stands still as we lose ourselves in each other. Eventually, we head back to civilization.
We pack and load everything into the back of the pickup. Then we drive back to town in companionable silence, where we stop at Shelly’s Diner for her magic pancakes.