Chapter 11 #2
Where the hell did he even come from? I’d never had sex with anyone who dirty talked like him, and goddamn, how had I been living without this? Before I could ask, Drake lowered his head. His tongue brushed against my hole, and the shockwave of sensation rushed through me.
“Oh, oh god,” I gasped. He dipped his head again and his tongue painted a filthy stripe from my taint to my hole.
Any remaining coherency flew out the window.
Drake ate me out like I was his last meal, and the keening noises that emerged from my mouth were brand new.
No one had ever taken me apart like this before, but hell, I liked it far too much.
He licked and sucked at my hole, then he thrust his tongue inside.
I tilted my head back, surrendering to the sensations that amped up with each pass of his mouth.
My entire focus was on him, his hands on my body, his mouth making me unravel.
My thighs began to tremble from how good his attention felt, and my cock gushed more pre-cum.
When he pulled back, he gave my ass a hard squeeze and flashed me a cocky grin.
His lips glistened with spit from the way he’d lapped at me.
“Look at all this gorgeous ink,” he murmured, brushing his fingertips along my ribs where I’d gotten a particularly painful lighthouse tattoo. “You’re a work of art.”
Ngh. If he kept talking to me like this, I was liable to combust. I squirmed on the mattress and spread my legs a little wider.
Drake tapped his fingers at my hole. “And this… damn. I could happily live between your legs.”
The moan that erupted from me was full-throated, and heat roared through me. “Yes, yes, yes.”
His grin was sinful, the slightest hint of teeth showing, and the glitter in his dark eyes set my veins on fire.
“I’m negative, but I’ll grab protection,” he said.
I hadn’t gotten tested since I’d been with Serena, but I had the feeling bringing that up right now would splash cold water over things.
And if I didn’t get him inside me, I would scream.
So, I chewed on my lower lip instead and watched as he tugged off his shirt, then dropped his briefs and pants in one go, kicking the pile of clothes and boots to the side.
Stripped down, Drake Castillo was fucking magnificent.
His dark hair was splayed messily across his forehead, and his tan skin had an even glow to it I found alluring.
The tattoos he had were good, a thigh one of ravens, a small flame symbol on his hip, close to his groin.
I’m sure he hid more, and I wanted to explore all of him.
But right now, I wanted him inside me more than anything.
A dark trail of hair led to his firm length, which was veiny and curved slightly to the left.
His muscled arms and legs promised the strength to deliver right now.
Drake ripped open a rubber and slid it on, then slathered his cock in lube.
And damn, what a cock it was. My mouth watered at the sight of his thickness, the knowledge he’d be sliding right inside me any minute now. Goddamn.
“Hell, you look so good like that,” he murmured as he stepped between my legs. “Spread open for me, waiting for my cock. You’re going to feel so damn amazing.”
“I need you,” I gasped, the delay agonizing. My balls were so heavy from the time he’d spent tasting every inch of me, and fuck, I just wanted to feel him splitting me open. Railing me until I was delirious.
His tip nudged against my hole as he gripped my thighs tight, taking control. “How long as it been?” he asked.
“Since I’ve gotten fucked or since I’ve used a toy?” I asked. I’d always been a slut for being penetrated. When I was with guys, I bottomed, and when I was with girls, I’d had some success in getting them to peg me. “The latter was the other night. And I like a big toy.”
Drake swore as he pushed down on his length. “You’re a walking wet dream. You know that, right?” He nudged the tip of his cock against my hole, and I tried to spear myself on it. He gave my thighs a tight squeeze. “Patience. I’ve got this.”
I hadn’t realized how much competency was a turn-on, but damn, every time he took control with ease, my pulse quickened. Slowly, he began to push inside me, driving me wild. The smirk on his lips was just as infuriating as it was sexy.
“Please,” I begged, shifting my hips to try to take more of him inside me.
He squeezed my thighs again. “Well, since you asked so nicely…” Drake maintained eye contact with me the entire time as he thrust the rest of the way in with one stroke.
The thickness was enough for my breath to hitch, a slight burn I’d been craving. Fuuuuck. The fullness, how he stretched me out, the length… it was everything I needed. His fingertips dug into my thighs, and he swore.
“Damn, you’re so tight, baby,” he murmured. “Don’t know which I need more, your mouth or your hole.”
“You can have both, any time you want,” I panted. “Just move.”
“Dangerous offer,” he said, his eyes glinting.
I meant it. More than he realized. I usually held back from sharing how much of a cockslut I was with partners.
It hadn’t gone well in the past, but, damn, the fantasies parading through my mind had him spilling inside me, parked in my hole as long as humanly possible.
Had my mouth wrapped around him, sucking him to sleep.
Drake drew back, and the sudden motion knocked the breath from me. When he thrust in, his cock grazed my prostate, and sparks flared. I cried out at the same time he let out a groan.
“So. Damn. Good.” He punctuated each word with a thrust, and all I could do was hold on for the ride. I gripped the sheets tighter on either side as I rolled my hips to meet him every time he fucked into me.
“Ohhhh.” The moan escaped me long and loud as he drove into me in earnest, a concentration in his knitted brow that was beyond hot.
I surrendered to sheer sensation, to the steadfast thrust of his hips to the zing of pleasure whenever he brushed against my prostate.
He was large enough to command my full attention, his length stretching me out in the way I craved but rarely found outside of my toys.
“Damn, this hole is silk,” he murmured. “You’re so hot and tight, baby. I don’t ever want to leave. I could pump load after load in here until you were dripping.”
I incinerated. Fuck, had he reached right into my head and plucked out my fantasies?
My legs trembled as he fucked me with a deliberateness that got me hot.
He’d draw back far enough that a plea almost rose in my throat but then slide in slow and easy, like he savored the ride.
Fireworks burst behind my eyes again, each slam of his cock nailing my prostate.
The moans that escaped me were loud enough to tremble through the room.
“God, I could fuck you for the rest of the night,” he rasped. “Just to feel the clasp of your hole around me.”
Another whimper escaped me. I wanted that so bad, even if I didn’t know if I could take it. I’d never slept with someone who tapped into my desires this easily, and goddamn, the difference was revolutionary.
He continued to thrust in at an even tempo, and the heat roared through me to the point sweat beaded on my skin.
My breaths came out choppy, mingling with the gasps and moans that continued to erupt from me.
He had a rhythm I adored, not the jackhammer speed to nut style but a deliberate pace, like he was determined to enjoy every last second of this.
His breaths grew faster, sharper, and his thick brows drew together, an intensity to his features that made him even hotter. His grip on my thighs was tight, and each time our skin slammed together, sparklers flared inside of me. My balls grew heavier and heavier, my cock desperate for touch
I reached out for it, but Drake batted my hand away. “That’s my job,” he said, flashing me a cocky grin. “I’ve got a plan.”
Damn if that wasn’t the hottest thing to hear. I resumed grabbing the sheets like my life depended on it as he drove his cock into me again and again. Drake pumped into me faster, his breaths quickening in turn.
“Fuck, I’m going to come.” His thighs tensed, his head tilted back, exposing his gorgeous Adam’s apple, and his cock throbbed as he emptied inside me.
His long, low groan split the air, sexy as fuck, and his lashes fluttered.
He squeezed my thighs tight enough to bruise as he came, and the sensation kept me grounded in the moment.
Drake sucked in a sharp breath. “Let’s shift,” he murmured as he moved my leg to one side and then twisting until he was lying on the bed.
His cock hadn’t deflated yet, but curiosity rippled through me at what he had planned.
Curiosity and a little bit of desperation.
Drake arranged us so he was spooning my back, his cock still buried inside my hole, even though the rubber kept me from feeling the leak of his cum.
“Good,” Drake said as he wrapped his palm around my cock. “Now I can take my time with you while you warm my cock.”
Oh fuck. My cock leaked in response, and I didn’t bite back my whimper. “How…”
“You’re pretty easy to read, August,” he murmured, pressing his lips against my sweaty nape.
He then licked and bit at it all while he slowly stroked at my length.
His cock had started to deflate, but he didn’t make any moves to pull out, and I loved that more than I could express.
Something about being filled flipped my switches in the best way, and I hadn’t even needed to voice those wants—Drake had figured them out and made it happen.
With him pressed up against me like this, our sweaty bodies plastered together, I couldn’t help but drink in the scent of sweat and cedar that surrounded me.
A shiver rolled through my whole body. He continued to stroke my cock with the same languid pace that he fucked, but all too fast, my balls began to draw up.
“Oh—”
Drake let go.