CHAPTER FIVE
G lee tickles my bold suggestion as I watch several emotions play across Drake’s features. Initial disbelief puckers his forehead before the wrinkles smooth and his jaw unhinges to hang slack. Heat paints his cheeks an endearing shade of pink. His hand tenses in mine. That combination plus too much excitement opens and closes his mouth on a soundless loop. The sweetest reward is confirmation that I’ve knocked this confident man off-kilter.
Drake clears his throat, but it does little to remove the frog stuck there. “Come again?”
My heart kicks to a giddy rhythm. “If all goes well.”
His dumbfounded expression hasn’t lifted. If anything, another round of shock stuns him. I wait patiently. This is more entertaining than Billy and Gruff getting the herd riled up.
“You want to have sex? With me? Now?” He stabs the table to punctuate each point that requires clarity.
“That’s the idea.” I giggle like the carefree version of myself that I’d forgotten existed. I turned him down last week but my willpower is no match for his charm. “If you’re still interested…”
Drake launches from his seat. The loud screech of metal on concrete rouses notice from those nearby. Any attempt at being discreet flies out the window, especially when the chair topples over from the abrupt movement. He doesn’t pause at the noise, just rushes to get me standing and at his level. I wobble on weak knees like a newborn foal. Laughter spews from me hard enough to blur my vision.
It’s a challenge to remain upright while he spins us in a slow circle. “Where are we going?”
“Not sure yet.” His gaze is unblinking and crazed as he searches the bar. A thought must occur to him, and he tugs me toward a closed door on the opposite wall.
“Wait,” I laugh. “What about the champagne?”
His determined stride plans to leave the bubbles behind but he decides to double back for the booze. I grab the sunflowers while we’re at it. Once we’re in motion again, a revived round of applause and wolf whistles come from his friends. My face bursts into flames from the attention. I duck my chin and watch our hurried steps. There’s no doubt they know where we’re headed and why.
Drake guides me into a small office and shuts the chaos out behind us. The room is plain and has minimal furnishings, but the leather couch will do the trick in a pinch. That’s where he leads us.
Before making myself comfortable, I set the flowers on the solo end table. My plan to take a seat is derailed by the imposing force of a man in this space with me. He guzzles a swig of champagne straight from the bottle and swoops down to kiss me. My lips part for him automatically. I moan into our shared exhale. The tart flavor lingers on his tongue as he swipes inside my mouth.
A dizzy spell that has nothing to do with the alcohol content makes the room spin. This guy is too much, but I can’t get enough. I lower myself onto the sofa to avoid an ungraceful tumble. Drake follows me down, only breaking our kiss to tip the bottle back for another drink. I notice he doesn’t swallow before our lips are reunited.
Liquor dribbles into my mouth from his and I sip from him eagerly. None escapes, caught between our desperation for each other. The smooth taste compliments his feverish desire for me. Our tongues glide together, exchanging what remains of the bubbly refreshment.
Drake pulls away until only his ragged breathing teases me. “More?”
I’m already nodding. “Please.”
His smolder burns hotter on mine. He repeats the act to quench my thirst as a different need builds. Hunger gnaws at me, an urgency to have him. I want to gorge myself on this heated moment so I can feast on the memory in the morning. That’s what I’ll have to keep me company when this is over.
“You’re so sexy,” he rasps before kissing me again.
I allow my hands to roam, appreciating his body towering over mine. Rigid muscles bulge under my exploration. A solid wall I want to climb. He’s enthusiastic and passionate and mine for now. A hollow clench beckons from between my legs, requesting to be filled. I arch to bump our hips together and spur him in the downward direction.
Drake groans into my mouth and sets the bottle aside. His palm cups my breast through my shirt but doesn’t linger there. Our lips disconnect as he trails nibbles along my jaw and throat. I tilt to give him better access, which he greedily accepts. Rough stubble nuzzles into the slope where my neck meets my shoulder. He inhales deeply, pulling my scent into his lungs. I tremble beneath him when he expels a guttural sound.
My hooded eyes watch while Drake kneels on the floor. He unclasps my belt in a deliberate display. I lift my ass off the couch when his fingers hook into the elastic band of my skirt. He strips off the black frills in a whisper of fabric against skin. Next is my thong. Cool air kisses my slick arousal and I shiver. I’m bared to him from the waist down.
“Perfection,” Drake rasps while admiring my most intimate bits.
The urge to cover myself is deeply ingrained but I refuse to cower. Instead, I inhale a slow breath. His sandalwood cologne might as well be labeled as an aphrodisiac. After I get a good whiff, I’m a puddle for him to splash in. My lashes flutter while I drag in another lustful dose. The thrill that I’m about to sleep with Drake Granger is intoxicating. He could have anyone, but he’s here with me. As I told him earlier, I’m taking advantage. Reality can scold me tomorrow.
“What’s that look for?” He squints at the unfocused glaze clouding my vision.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this,” I confess the truth.
“Don’t make a habit of initiating sex on the first date?”
My giggle is shrill. “Especially not with someone like you.”
Drake’s pout could convince a square peg to fit in a round hole. “Hey, we’re on an even playing field.”
“Yeah, right.” A snarky brow quirks at his claim. “I’m not delusional, trouble.”
“That’s reassuring. Hallucinations can be a real bitch. I’d still put a ring on it, though.”
“You and your cheesy lines.” I bite my bottom lip, calling upon an inner seductress who doesn’t exist. “Are you sure this isn’t a dream?”
His palms roam my inner thighs, spreading me wide. “Does this feel real?”
Warmth collects in my lower belly and I slouch deeper into the sofa. “I’m not sure. Keep going.”
He drapes my knees over his elbows, using the hold to scoot me down until my ass is hovering off the couch. His grip is what keeps me from falling. I gawk at his inked arms clutching my naked flesh. The sight punches me with another strike of arousal. There’s a decent chance I’m going to drench the leather seat.
My breathing is labored from just ogling him positioned to feast on me. “You’re actually going to…”
Drake’s gaze flicks to mine. “Eat your pussy?”
I’m sure my face flames redder than my hair. “Mhmm, yeah. That.”
“Couldn’t stop me if you tried.” He squeezes my legs in his grip.
“Uh-huh,” I mumble absently.
“Gonna gush down my throat.” His exhale ghosts along my exposed center.
A twitch attacks my limbs. “Ohhhh, gosh.”
Drake chuckles. “This should be fun.”
I don’t get to question his statement. A hoarse cry rips from me as his tongue swirls around my clit. The guy doesn’t need a detailed map to find the hidden gem. He lands on the spot with expert aim. It’s some sort of miracle I’ll have to process later.
Any further deliberation melts into wonder when his lips form a tight seal. The gentle suction makes me thrash against him. But I’m locked in his hold, at his mercy. Gladly.
Sparks crackle from where his mouth is latched onto me. I’d forgotten how good this feels. Drake smiles along my slick center when I tell him that very thing. When I glance down, his gaze is waiting for me. The intense eye contact makes me squirm.
“I wanna see you fall apart for me, beauty.”
He slides a finger into my empty core to accomplish the small feat. My slippery walls clench to greet him. He’s quick to spear a second into me along with the first. There’s a dull ache as I stretch to accept his shallow thrusts. Drake’s pace is steady as he stimulates me from the inside out. Neglected pleasure blooms and flares outward.
I’m overly responsive to his touch, already on edge. It’s embarrassing to recall how long it’s been since I’ve been treated to such sensual concentration. The friction of his scruff against my bare center is provocative. It’s as if he’s branding me with the abrasion. I jolt from the slight sting but roll my hips for more.
“My girl is needy. Show me how bad you want to come.” Primal lust drips from his voice to pair with the fire thrumming in my veins.
I buck against his hold but don’t get far. My legs strain in the pinned cage of his broad frame. We’re wedged together as he pulls passion from me.
An explosion simmers just beneath the surface. I allow myself to voice the delight spreading through me. Garbled pleas and choked whimpers become more deliberate.
“Yes!” I wail. “There. Oh, right there.”
He groans into my slit, burying his face deeper to reach my trigger. “Ride my face, cowgirl. Use me how you wish.”
The cue washes over me and I’m eager to obey. I stab my fingers into his hair, using the grip to bring him impossibly closer. My hips grind to a frantic tempo. His tongue lashes at my clit in relentless swirls while he presses against that secret spot inside me.
Sensation swarms me in an overwhelming flood. I gasp while struggling to accept the onslaught of carnal bliss. The low buzz in my veins builds into a heavy throb. Pressure expands in my lower belly. The need for relief grows restless until I’m consumed.
I’m suspended over the peak, almost there. My hips rock forward to gain that last push. Drake gives me a final swipe to send me soaring over the edge.
A scream wrenches free from my mouth. I clench my eyes shut as trembles rack my entire body. The climax is more powerful than the bite from an electric fence. My teeth clack together from the ripples of intense euphoria. It’s like a live wire zaps me with a white-hot surge. All the while, Drake continues suckling my sensitive flesh until I’m a boneless heap.
The orgasmic lull carries me in a peaceful daze for several minutes. Once clarity begins to resurface, my thighs attempt to clamp shut but Drake still pries me wide open. I scramble to prop myself on a wiggly elbow. It’s a valiant effort that makes me resemble a floppy fish. My energy is depleted, spent wisely on that toe-curling release.
Hair sticks to my forehead thanks to the layer of sweat andlowered inhibitions. I’m a mess, but Drake’s gaze burns a scorching path along my exposed curves. “C’mere, trouble.”
His knees remain firmly planted on the floor. “My view from down here is tough to beat.”
I try to claw at his jeans but he evades my reach. “Don’t be shy.”
“Trust me,” he chuckles. “I’m not lacking in the confidence department, especially when it comes to what’s below the belt.”
My blink is coated in cement. “Why aren’t you freeing the cock from the den?”
“Still eating,” Drake rasps very close to my quivering folds.
A squeak tears from my exhausted vocal cords. “You’re not doing that to me again.”
“Do you have something against multiple orgasms?”
“I probably won’t recover, which would make having sex challenging.”
He shrugs. “We’ll save that for next time.”
There’s a low hum in my ears that sounds a lot like my brain misfiring. “You don’t want to have sex with me?”
“I didn’t say that.” Drake’s tone is too earnest, which only heightens my confusion.
“The post-coital glow is messing with me,” I grumble under my breath. “Level playing field my ass. I’m way out of practice.”
He squeezes my legs that remain locked in his unyielding grasp. “This is serious for me, beauty. You’re not going to get this prize penis for one night only. I’m yours and you’re mine. Until you believe that, we’re not having sex.”
My mouth drops on a wheeze. “What?”
“Don’t worry about going without. I’ll eat this pussy whenever you need a release.” His focus caresses my thoroughly sucked bits that are on full display.
“But what about you?” I fasten my gaze on his hard length ready to burst through denim.
“I’m satisfied with you feeding me sweet honey on a platter. This”—he takes a long lick through my center—“pleases me.”
A shudder rolls through me and my eyes roll to the ceiling. “You’re really denying me the dick?”
“For now.” Drake flattens his tongue to swipe along my slit again. “I have this feeling that if we have sex, that’ll be the end of it.”
“And what’s the problem?” But the protest is weak as I settle into the cushions.
He scolds me with a harsh tap to my clit. “We’re just getting started. I’ll never be done with you.”
“Will you at least let me return the favor?” I poke my tongue into my cheek for the universal blowjob symbol.
He adjusts on the floor but doesn’t rise from his squat. “The first time you make me come, it won’t be with your mouth.”
My exhale sputters. “You won’t let me suck your cock?”
“Not tonight.”
I squint at him. “Anal isn’t an option.”
His nod is resolute. “Not without proper preparation and lube. We’ll build up to that.”
“What?” I shake my head. “No.”
“Sounds like we’re in agreement that I should keep feasting on this pussy,” he chuckles.
I snatch the bottle of champagne, suddenly in desperate need of a drink. “Thirsty?”
“Parched.” But he doesn’t accept the pucker I form on my lips.
The bubbles fizz along my throat with a long swallow. “I thought we were sharing.”
“Drink the rest. You give me enough to drown in.”
“Definitely not what I expected,” I breathe.
Drake’s smirk flashes me a dimple before he returns to his favorite meal. “I plan to keep it that way.”