Chapter 3 #2
Izzy nodded, quivering, and listened to her heart damn near beat out of her chest. How could anyone not hear how hard it was thumping? She did as she was told and within a few seconds, she heard the footsteps fade away.
Then a single finger stroked over her satin-covered core.
Izzy gasped, her thighs shaking. Drake would be holding her entire weight in a minute.
"Why is it wet, Isobel?" he asked her, deep voice taunting.
"Why do you think, Drake? Maybe because you're such a tease."
Her prodding earned her a second stroke, longer this time. Izzy smiled into the darkness, glad that her ploy had worked.
"I'm not teasing, Izzy. I'm building you up. So that you're ready when I take you upstairs to fuck you."
She choked out a laugh. "I'm beyond ready, Navy man."
Then that devious finger burrowed beneath her satin panties and parted her swollen skin. "Hmm… you might be."
The tip of his finger made a circular motion, directly around her swollen pleasure point and Izzy cried out. She flexed her hips against his touch, praying that he would continue, but he just stood there. Then he twitched his finger, right around her clit. And paused. Then twitched again.
Izzy was ready to scream. "Please," she panted, clutching his neck. "I need… I need to come."
He took pity on her. Settling into a devious rhythm, he urged her toward that ultimate release.
It was embarrassingly easy. With just a few steady movements she shattered in his arms, and when she would have cried out he sealed his mouth over hers, absorbing her pleasure.
He held her entire weight as she lost control of her body.
It took a few seconds for her to regain her composure. Izzy couldn't remember ever being so turned on before. Drake let her open leg fall and he removed his hand, but he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her as she recovered. "Are you okay?"
Izzy nodded, her nose buried into the fabric of his stolen shirt. It smelled of commercial starch. She was too lost in her pleasure to feel embarrassed at where they were. After a minute she looked up at him. "So, do you have a room or what?"
Drake grinned, his bright white teeth flashing. "It just so happens I do."
Taking her hand, he led her through a couple of hallways then through the glorious main lobby.
Izzy felt like people were staring at her, knowing what she'd just done in the back hallway.
His hard kisses had left her lips feeling swollen.
Her panties were soaked and even her thighs.
For a girl that usually loved a good show, she was feeling decidedly shy in this environment.
She would never want to do anything to embarrass Kiko and her family.
Avoiding most of the people, Drake led her to the gold elevators on the opposite hallway and punched the up button.
"So,” she said, clearing her throat, “how did you get a room? Ginny and I are rooming together, but I know others have been turned away."
Drake gave her a look out of the corner of his eye.
"Well, I've been out with my guys before and they tend to get…
a little free with their affections. Or they overindulge.
So, I had a back-up plan. At the very least, I thought it would save me a drive to pick them up from wherever they landed.
As soon as Tyler let us know where it was being held, before the invitations went out, I made a reservation. "
"You are a smart man."
He grinned, shaking his head. "Not always."
The elevator doors dinged in front of them and Izzy stepped on.
Three other couples stepped on as well, so Drake pressed close but he behaved himself.
If the other people hadn't have been present, Izzy wasn't sure she could have kept her hands off him.
The orgasm he'd given her moments ago had been fantastic, but she wanted more.
She wanted to have that hardness inside her, sooner rather than later.
It wasn’t like her to be this… hungry, but something about Drake, or maybe the short amount of time she knew they could be together, was motivating her. She couldn’t ever remember being this aroused for a man. She’d certainly never done anything like what they’d just done in public.
They were the next to last couple to get off, and every floor stop made her want to scream with impatience. Finally, he tugged her off the torturous ride and down a long hallway. He stopped in front of a door and swiped a key card, then stood back to let her in.
Izzy walked in, looking around. Typical hotel room, of course, if a little higher end than normal.
"The fridge is stocked with water. Help yourself."
Reaching inside the mini-fridge, she snagged one. He shook his head when she offered him one. "I don't like water."
Izzy's brows lifted. "Really?"
He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.
Izzy twisted off the cap and took a huge swallow, then set the bottle aside. She had other things she wanted to be doing with her mouth.
Drake was built for sin. As she looked him up and down, she could see the erection behind the placket of his pants. "Thank you for the water."
He didn't say anything, just stood there with a sexy smirk on his face.
Izzy took a step toward him and reached beneath her left arm.
It took her a second to find the tiny zipper tab, but as soon as she did she started to unzip.
Drake's gaze focused in on her fingers and his hands fell to his sides as he straightened.
She thought he was going to step forward and take over, but he just stayed where he was.
That was okay. If he wanted to play hard to get, she was willing.
There wasn't a lot of lingerie that could be worn under a sleeveless dress like this. As the bodice began to peel away, he didn't seem surprised that she wasn't wearing a bra. Oh, that's right. He'd already played with her nipple. As the cool air hit her breasts, Izzy watched his face.
Yes, he was definitely reserved, but there was no mistaking the flare of heat in his eyes. And if she read him right, he was about done standing on the sidelines.
She peeled the dress down her body and pushed it over her hips, letting it puddle to the floor. Then, unable to help herself, she laid the dress over a chair back. It had been expensive.
When she turned back, Drake's gaze had fallen to her pubic area. Izzy shucked her damp white panties to the floor. "See what you did to me?"
A slow smile spread his lips. "What? Got you so hot I could hear you walk beside me when we went through the lobby?"
Izzy laughed, taking a step forward. "You are evil. That was embarrassing."
“Yeah. I can understand that.” An empathetic look settled on his features. "They'll probably forget you in a few days, all those people that were looking."
Izzy reached out and smacked him on the arm, laughing even harder. "You are merciless. You're supposed to be stroking my ego right now."
His gaze bounced down her body, turning serious. "Yes, you're right. I don't think you need your ego stroked though. You know you have a stunning body. I think something else needs stroked."
Izzy gasped as he reached out and ran a finger down the slope of her breast, circling the hard nipple. Then that teasing finger wandered down her side to her hipbone. Cupping her hip in his hand he tugged her forward.
Izzy didn't wait for whatever he was going to do. She was too curious. Reaching for the belt of his pants she tugged, flipping the belt pieces to the side. Then she unbuttoned and unzipped enough that she could get her hand inside.
Oh, merciful pink petunias. The man was built like a tank. As she eased the elastic of his underwear band down, her heart thudded with anticipation. "Are all Navy SEALs as well-endowed as you are, Mr. Hardwick?"
"Well, they'll probably tell you they are."
Izzy laughed, even as her hand wrapped around his impressive length.
Drake groaned as she explored his body, then shimmied enough to force his pants and underwear down his legs.
Izzy was glad he managed that because she did not want to let go.
The small bandage on his side seemed very bright against his tan skin.
He did pull away, though, and crossed to the go bag she’d just noticed laying on the far bed.
The man had an ass like nothing else she'd seen before.
Taut and muscled. Then he turned around with a strip of condoms in his hand, and she had to admit that the front was even more impressive than the back.
His cock strained upward, heavily veined and throbbing with his heartbeat.
It also glistened with moisture at the tip. Damn, he was really on edge.
Drake ripped one of the condoms from the strip, then dropped the rest to the nightstand.
"We only have a little while," she warned. "We have to go back to the reception at some point."
Once again that slow smile spread his lips. "I know."
Then he ripped open the packet and rolled the condom onto himself.
Izzy had been with a few men in her life, but none so sure of themselves.
The pure sensuality of the move made her mouth water and her legs tremble.
Her body started to move forward before the thought even registered.
Drake cupped her face in his hands and leaned down to press a kiss to her mouth.
She opened wide as his tongue swept in, welcoming his invasion.
As his mouth angled against hers, his hand slipped down to squeeze her ass. Goosebumps raced across her body.