27. Drake
CHAPTER 27
Drake
I can’t keep my hands off Mimosa as we take the elevator up.
I kiss her jaw, her neck, her lips. I pull her flush up against my body—and I keep smiling.
I can’t remember the last time I was this happy.
It’s a strange feeling, not one I’m used to at all, but I know that if she sticks around, it’ll become more present.
I have my job — my legacy — and I have Mimosa. What more could I want?
All right, so maybe there are a few more things I would appreciate, but it’s still so much better than it could be
So much better than it had been, too.
I wonder if she’d let me say those words now.
I can’t handle it if she doesn’t, though, so I just think them loudly, like that might imprint themselves on her brain.
I love you .
Mimosa smiles and kisses me back. “Okay. You’re going to have to let me go so we can get out of the elevator.”
“What if I don’t want to get out of the elevator?” I ask her. “What if I just want to have you right here?” I ask her. It’s not like many people get to use this particular elevator.
She raises her eyebrows at me. “Not much we can do in the elevator. No bed, no pillows, no lube, no toys…”
I groan. “Yeah, but it’s still adventurous, isn’t it? I don’t need lube to fuck you against the elevator wall.” I point up. “There’s even a camera to indulge any latent exhibitionist kinks you might have.”
Mimosa’s nose wrinkles. “Are you sure you want the entire world to see you take it up the ass?”
I jolt against her. “Wait, what?” I ask. I had to have misheard her. “We didn’t talk about that!” Well, we had. Just not about doing it today, and I’m still not sure I’m ready for that much of a commitment.
Which is bizarre, considering.
“I thought you wanted to do something adventurous!” she teases. Her smile softens, and she continues, “But I’d rather not have an audience.”
I eye her for a moment, then reluctantly step out of the elevator “I haven’t agreed to this yet,” I tell her, but in reality, I know that all she needs to do is say the word and I’ll be face-down, ass-up in my bed for her.
I take her hand, and we walk toward the bedroom. She doesn’t say anything, but she does twist her fingers around mine.
When we’re in the bedroom, she stops abruptly. “We don’t have to.”
“Huh?” I ask, confused.
“I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to,” Mimosa clarifies. “I don’t want to make you cry.”
All I can do is stare at her. “What? You think you could make me cry?” I finally scoff, dismissing the words even though I remember all too well how she’d brought me to my knees just by walking out of my life. “I know it’s up to me. I mean, yeah, I mostly want to do it because you do. But I’m curious, too.”
“I could absolutely make you cry,” Mimosa counters, deadpan. “But it wouldn’t be because I didn’t treat your ass gently enough.”
I scowl, crossing my arms against my chest. “What, are you going to try? That’s not the kind of adventurous game I like, Mimi.”
“Oh, so now you’re the one who isn’t adventurous enough!” Mimosa starts to undo the buttons of her blouse. “Maybe we should stick to vanilla sex after all.”
“Keep th at up, and I’ll put you over my knee,” I threaten her, though I falter because I’m not sure if that’s the sort of thing I can even say, let alone do. “I mean… I’ll come up with something. You’ll have to sleep on the fucking couch!”
Mimosa laughs brightly. “Nooo, not the couch! Whatever will I do, sleeping on your giant couch that’s more comfortable than the bed I had at my old place?” She takes the blouse off and tosses it at me, hitting me square in the face.
I catch it, grumbling to myself. “I’ll find some threat that’ll work on you.” I throw the shirt onto the bed and throw my suit jacket on top of it. I make quick work of the buttons on my own shirt, ready to feel her skin against mine.
When I glance at Mimosa, she’s down to just her bra and panties. My cock thrums when her fingers go to the sides of the panties.
She catches my gaze, and although her expression doesn’t change, she stops removing the panties. They’re only just barely covering her pussy.
“What’s wrong?” Mimosa asks. “Is there something you want to say?”
I shake my head quickly. “No. You just look gorgeous like that. I like the new underwear.” I grin at her. “Very sexy.” I finish stripping, reaching down to take my cock in hand and start slowly stroking it.
Mimosa moves her hand and instead moves to finger herself through the underwear. “If you like them, maybe I should keep them on. You can rub your cock along the lace. Get my panties completely soaked.”
I can’t help but groan at the thought. She’s never been into it like this before, and really… I’d started to wonder if she ever would be. She’s always acted aloof, like she’s somehow above me, and to see this side of her…
I only wish I’d seen it sooner.
“C’mon,” I say. “On the bed.” I get up, too, anticipating her joining me.
Anticipating the feeling of the lacy fabric against my cock, with just enough discomfort to keep things interesting.
She gets on top of me, resting her clothed pussy over my cock. She rests her hands on my shoulders and leans closer, her lips brushing mine. “How should I take you, Drake?”
The words make my heart skip a beat, my pulse starting to race, and all I can do is watch her. I take in the blue hair that suits her face so perfectly, the way her expression is so earnest, and her pupils are slightly blown, and fuck, I just want to kiss her and fuck her hard and fast.
But I want more than just vanilla sex, too.
“You really wanna fuck me?” I pant out against her mouth, grabbing her hair in one hand and pulling her down to kiss.
She kisses me back, grinding her cunt against my cock. The lace slides across my oversensitive skin, and I groan into the kiss, deepening it. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and I wonder about that slight zing of pain, the way it only heightens the pleasure that’s racing through me.
“I do,” she says, gasping. “I want to see you writhe for me.” She pauses, licking her lips. “I could start by fingering you, though.”
“Probably would be a good thing,” I say, my stomach fluttering with anxiety. “I don’t think I can take it without the stretching.” I know I’d made her do it, and I wince. “I get that it’s a bad thing to do to someone now,” I add hopefully.
Mimosa gives me a very pointed look. “Can’t take what you dish out?” She kisses my forehead. “You’re lucky I’m so nice.”
“You are,” I agree, grabbing her waist and thrusting up against her again to chase more of that uncomfortable pleasure. “And I am lucky. I’m very lucky, because no, I can’t take what I dished out. But look at me, the picture of repentance.”
She squeezes her thighs together, and I moan at the tightness and warmth. It’d be better if I were inside her, but I can’t deny that this is fucking sexy too.
Mimosa nips at my jaw. “You ready to start, then? Ready to get your ass fucked?”
“Shit,” I mutter because I’m not actually sure at all. I let out a nervous laugh, though, and nod. “Just lots of lube. And go slow.”
I sound pathetic, like a virgin all over again, and part of me wants to back out. But I’d been on her ass about being adventurous, and there is that stubbornly curious part of me that won’t back down from this.
Mimosa sli des off me and pushes my thighs apart. “Stay like that.” She glances around the room. “Where’d you hide the toys?”
I stay put. “Where you’d never find them,” I say.
She gives me a look.
“They’re in the closet with the rest of the stuff. Including the industrial sized bottle of lube, so don’t forget that,” I tell her with a chuckle.
She goes to collect the brand-new toys, and I watch her warily. The dildo looks huge to me, even though I know, logically, that it isn’t.
Mimosa eyes the harness, then looks down at herself. “Guess I have to remove these now.” She gets the panties off and tosses them at me. They land on my chest, and I snatch them up to take a deep breath.
Fuck, she smells great.
I hear Mimosa snort. “I don’t know a single woman who would sniff a guy’s briefs.”
“Then they’re missing out,” I tell her. “You trying to say I smell bad or something, Mimi?”
“I think it’s more about the general state of cleanliness of men.” Mimosa slots the dildo into the harness and gets it on herself. “You’ll have to buy one of those mini vibrators for me if we do this again.”
“You can put a mini vibrator in there?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows to watch her. It’s more than a little intimidating, and I eye her up and down. Maybe I should change my mind. It’s not too late.
But that’s ridiculous. She hasn’t even done anything yet.
She strides forward with a ridiculous amount of confidence, considering, and I regard her with as much certainty as I can. She doesn’t need to know how nervous I am.
All right, so she probably does already know, but that doesn’t mean I have to show it off in the least sexy way ever.
“Spread those legs,” she says, getting into position between them. She runs her hands along the insides of my thighs, stopping to squeeze my balls.
I groan, arching up into her touch. It feels good, but I can’t help but tense up with the knowledge of what’s coming next.
There’s no real reason I haven’t tried this before — other than the possibility that I could look like a total pussy if I start and chicken out. Guys do this all the time, right? I’ve n ever had someone play with my prostate before, but it’s supposed to feel good.
Amazing, even.
Mimosa dribbles lube over my cock, balls, and hole. It’s cold enough to make me startle, but she strokes my cock again, warming the lube in the process.
“Maybe we can train you to take a whole beer can,” Mimosa says in her flat tone as her fingers trace down toward my hole.
I start to sit upright, but she uses her other hand to push me back down. “What? You?—”
I realize she’s teasing me when I see the hint of the smile on her lips, and I scowl at her.
“What the fuck, Mimi?” I grumble. “Are you trying to make me soft?”
“It’s not like it needs to be hard for me to fuck you,” she answers, and it’s so hard to tell when she’s being serious or not. I glare at her until she starts to giggle.
I want to argue back, but on the next breath, she pushes a finger inside me.
It makes me gasp, and I go rigid. Fuck. That is definitely an exit-only hole.
Isn’t it?
As she slides it inside of me, though, I force myself to relax — as much as I can, considering — and let her. It’s not like she’s got huge fingers, and it isn’t much at all. I’m not going to go running from a little bit of a strange sensation.
“Okay, weird,” I say cautiously.
“Weird,” Mimosa echoes. She pushes in deeper and rubs her fingers along my insides.
It’s not terrible. It’s not great either, though, and I’m starting to wonder why people enjoy this on the receiving end.
I wince when I remember how I’d forced this on her.
“Maybe we don’t need to do anal,” I suggest. “For either of us, if we don’t like it. That’s what you’re trying to prove here, right?”
Mimosa looks up at me, staring me directly in the eyes. “You don’t like it?”
“I didn ’t say that,” I say cautiously, flashing her a sheepish smile. “But I don’t?—”
Her finger pushes farther, and I cry out at the sudden, intense pleasure that slams into me.
“Shit!” I exclaim. “What the fuck?”
Her finger isn’t even that deep, is it? But it feels like it is, and where it’s rubbing, it’s so fucking good that I don’t really have words for it. It’s more intense than just getting stroked somehow, and if she touched my dick… Well, it’s probably a good thing neither of us is also touching my cock at the same time.
“Oh, wow, it’s like men have prostates and are more built to enjoy anal,” Mimosa says, still insistently rubbing against my prostate.
Groaning, I lie back, closing my eyes. “I wouldn’t say we’re built to enjoy anal,” I begin, but when she slides a second finger inside of me, I have a hard time arguing — especially when she finds my prostate again and starts back up. “Is this what it feels like when I play with your clit?”
“I don’t know what this feels like,” Mimosa answers. “But tell me again how much you don’t like this.”
“Do you always have to be a smartass?” I complain, looking up at her. “It’s ruining the mood.”
It isn’t, but I have to say something to combat the way those fingers are starting to feel really, really fucking good. I’d never live it down if I came just from her fingers inside of me.
“Would you rather have a meek and agreeable version of me?” Mimosa asks, right as she pulls her fingers out. “Sorry, Sir. It won’t happen again, Sir.”
I stare daggers at her. “Don’t you fucking dare,” I tell her. We’ve come this far, far enough to where I can sort of take the joke. I don’t like it, though. I don’t like the idea of dimming her fire even though I’m standing close enough to get burned.
She pours lube over the dildo, and my eyes are drawn to it. It’s definitely larger than her fingers.
Mimosa catches my gaze and says, “Don’t worry, babe, I’ll be gentle.”
“Shouldn’t I be the one saying that?” I grumble. I grin at her anyway, though, because it’s all just too fucking funny in a surreal way. I can’t believe I’m about to do this. I can’t believe I’m about to let someone do this to me.
I can’t believe Mimosa is here at all.
Mimosa lines herself up and presses the tip of the silicone toy against my slick hole. “The only things you should be saying now are Oh god! and harder !” She stops and adds, still in the flat tone, “You can beg, too.”
I roll my eyes. “You’re not gonna make me beg.”
She’s absolutely going to make me beg. I can just see it now.
I don’t want to give her that satisfaction, but if anyone can do it, it’ll be her.
She rolls her eyes, but I see the small quirk of her lips, too. It makes me feel warm in ways that have nothing to do with arousal.
Then she pushes inside me.
The initial feeling makes me grunt, and I have to force myself not to tighten up like I want to. I don’t really know what I’m doing, but there’s so much lube that it isn’t impossible for her to push it inside of me despite it all.
“Have you done this before?” I manage to ask between breaths.
“Nope,” Mimosa says, stopping when the toy is fully seated inside me. “It can’t be that hard, right? I’ll try not to tear anything.”
“Mimi!” I say with a groan.
She laughs. “I’ve been on the receiving end a bunch, if you recall. And I did look this all up on this thing called the internet. You might have heard of it?”
“Oh my god,” I lament, “you are such a pain in my ass.” I pause, then scowl at her. “Pun not intended.”
“What pun?” Mimosa asks, and now I know she’s messing with me.
She follows that up by pulling out almost all the way and thrusting in again, and that derails all of my thoughts. She adjusts her angle a few times while she thrusts, until the dildo is insistently sliding against my prostate every single time.
“Fuck!” I bring my arm up to cover my eyes, my hips jerking up in response to those thrusts.
I can’t believe I’m doing this.
I can’t believe I’ve never done it before.
“Keep… keep going like that,” I tell her — tell her, not beg. Or so I tell myself.
I drop my hand away again and stare up at her.
Her brow is furrowed in concentration, and sweat is pooling on her skin now. Her blue hair clings to the sides of her face as she exerts herself fucking me.
She’s so beautiful.
Fuck, how is she so beautiful?
I groan on the next thrust and raise my hips to get that dildo in deeper.
“You’d better be ready to use your mouth,” Mimosa suddenly says. “Because once I’ve milked you dry, you’re going to eat me out.”
“Fuck yeah,” I mutter. I want her to go harder and faster, just like she’d said I would, but I don’t want to beg her. I have to retain some dignity from the entire thing. “Just a little longer and I’ll… ungh.”
“Or maybe I should stop here.” Mimosa stops moving, only the tip still inside me. “Leave you unsatisfied while you get me off.”
I let out a choked sound, shaking my head. “Fuck. Fuck, no. Just keep going.” I scowl at her. “Don’t tease me, Mimi!”
“Hmm…” Mimosa slides in a few extra millimeters, but nowhere near enough. “How badly do you want it?”
“Not enough to beg,” I growl, but I feel like a kitten right now — all claws with nothing to back it up. I end up groaning instead when she doesn’t move. “Okay, fine! Fine, I’m begging!”
“That doesn’t sound like begging to me,” she says in a small sing-song tone. “Usually it includes the word please .”
“Mimi!” I whine pathetically. “Come onnnn.”
She quirks her brows at me.
I let out an exaggerated breath. “Okay, fine, please. Please, please, please fuck me.”
She laughs, and that sound alone is worth everything.
Well, that sound, and the way she pounds into me with precision, hitting my prostate and making me cry out in pleasure.
I love it.
I love her.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I don’t say them. I don’t want to ruin this moment. I’ll say them later, when I’m not so vulnerable, and maybe… Maybe this time she’ll receive them better.
I don’t expect her to say them back. I know better. After everything I’ve done, it’s a wonder she’s here at all. But she needs to know how I feel.
I get closer and closer to climax as I watch her face, as I enjoy the feeling of her fucking me so hard, and my orgasm sneaks up on me and takes me by surprise. I didn’t even think I could come from just my ass being fucked without my cock being touched at all.
But here I am, with cum jetting out of my cock and splattering my chest. “Fuck!” I shout.
Mimosa pulls out almost immediately. I whine, surprised at how empty I suddenly feel, but Mimosa leans in to kiss me.
“Fuck, that was so hot,” she says against my lips.
I groan, but my brain isn’t cooperating enough to say anything coherent.
She pulls away just long enough to remove the harness, then she moves to sit against the headboard and spreads her legs. “Okay, Drake, get your mouth on me. Just like you promised.”
“Yeah,” I say, more than a little dazed. “Give me… Give me just a minute…” I breathe in deep, shuddering as the last traces of my climax sweep over me. “Okay.” I roll over, crawling up on the bed even though I feel like fucking jelly.
I grab her by the legs and pull them wider, lifting her ass up so I can get in there deep. I bury my face in her cunt, my tongue already seeking out her clit, and I groan at the taste and the scent of her. It’s perfect, just like it’s always been — and the way she moans and writhes is so fucking rewarding because she’s wet for me .
She twines her fingers in my hair, and keeps saying things like, “Good,” and “Fucking perfect.”
Part of me wonders if I should be protesting. I’m supposed to be in charge here, not her.
But I like this too much.
I don’t want to stop.
I keep going, keep chasing that praise, and she keeps giving it to me. Every time I lick a line along her cunt or flick my tongue against her clit, she moans, tellin g me to give her more — and I do. Each and every time, I give her what she wants until her fingers are tugging hard at my hair and she’s coming right against my mouth.
I eagerly chase her climax, licking her until she’s so sensitive she’s begging me to stop.
I rest my head against her thigh, and she pets my hair as her breathing evens out.
“Was that… Was that adventurous enough for you?” Mimosa asks, panting.
I laugh, a breathless, startled sound. “Yeah, I think so. Fuck.”
She hands me some tissues, and I wipe us both off enough that we can be comfortable under the sheets. She rests her head against my chest and curls her arm around my torso.
For a while, we simply lay there quietly.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Mimosa tenses. “For reaming your ass? You’re welcome.”
I shake my head. “No. For… everything. Today. You saved me. My company. But just… thanks for coming back. For caring enough to want to help.” My voice starts to wobble pathetically. “Nobody has ever cared.”
Mimosa’s fingers curl into my skin, and she’s quiet for long enough that I brace myself for a rejection.
“People did care. You probably didn’t notice, and you pushed them away. Hunter and Chase were eager to help you, for example. But you were convinced it was already over.” Mimosa raises her head enough to look at me. “I shouldn’t care. Out of everybody in the entire world, I have the right not to care. But…” She sighs. “When you aren’t being an outright asshole, you’re all right. And if you’re going to fuck up your life, it should be because of something you did, not somebody else scheming to take you down.”
“I’m all right,” I repeat with a self-deprecating snort. “Thanks, I think.” I smooth my fingers through her hair. “I don’t know, Mimi. It’s all… I’ve been like this for so fucking long that I don’t think I know how to change now.”
“Do you want to change?” Mimosa asks. “That’s the important part. If you don’t want to change, there’s no point. But if you do, if you’re serious about… everything, then I’ll help you. I’ll be at your side, and we’ll see if our two forms of neuroses can cope with each other.”
I have to think about it for a moment, but I end up nodding. “Yeah. I do want to change. And I want to see if we can work. I… I need us to work.” I look down at her, meeting her eyes. “I love you, Mimi. I don’t want to be up against the world without you at my side.” I pause, then smirk. “Or on top of me. Whatever.”
Mimosa smiles at me. “Okay. I’m… I’m not ready to say anything like that. I want to process everything first. But I accept your feelings, and I’m going to be here. We’ll make it work, somehow.”
I nod to her, a lump in my throat. I wish she could say the words back, I’d already known better. At least this time she isn’t being cruelly dismissive — even though that’s probably what I deserve.
She pokes my belly. “Besides, if those other women can be happy with your asshole friends, surely the two of us can work, too.”
“They’re worse than I am,” I remark. “Well, Hunter is, at least. Chase isn’t so bad.”
“I’ll have to get to know everybody under better circumstances.” Mimosa yawns. “We’ll figure the rest out in the morning.”
I nod to her, closing my eyes. “Yeah.” I take a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Let’s get some rest.”
With her curled up against my side, I know I’ll be able to sleep.