Chapter 21
Chapter twenty-one
August
“Igot my test results,” I blurted out, the moment he swept into the room with me in his arms.
His eyes widened. “And?”
“Negative,” I said, a little breathless with the possibilities. “So if you want to…”
“Damn, baby,” he murmured. “That changes my plans completely.”
“That a bad thing?” I asked, chewing on my lower lip. Based on the blaze in his eyes, the switch-up might be even better.
“Hell no,” he responded, dropping me down on my mattress. “I have an important question though. Do you have any plugs or prostate massagers?”
“Fuck yes,” I said, spreading my legs in invitation. “Bottom drawer of my nightstand. Lube’s there too.”
The wicked grin on Drake’s lips scorched me through.
We were dating now.
He fucking loved me.
The craziest thing was that for the first time, I didn’t feel like I was the odd man out. Like I was too much or gunning in too hard because he matched me every step of the way.
“Strip for me,” he said as he crouched in front of my nightstand, rummaging through my collection. “Someone’s a slut for getting filled, isn’t he?”
Ngh. That mouth.
I tugged my tee off and ditched the sweats.
I hadn’t bothered with underwear because yes, I had absolutely expected to get laid.
The need had grown so strong I was prepared to beg for his cock.
Whenever he ever wanted mine, I was happy to deliver—I didn’t hate topping or anything—but my preference had always been bottoming, and not all of my partners wanted to top me.
Drake seemed happy to steer this ship.
I lay on the bed bare ass naked and spread my legs, ready to accept whatever he wanted to give me.
Drake stood again and kicked off his sweats, which showcased those rock-hard thighs, his thick, veined cock with the darker mushroom head that I sorely wanted in my mouth and in my hole. Pre-cum beaded on his tip, the slight glisten there beckoning me.
“Damn, you need some breakfast, baby?” he teased, his eyes dancing.
I nodded. “Yes. Now.”
Drake’s smile was deadly and gorgeous, knocking the breath from me.
I had a hard time believing he was all mine.
And yet, he settled between my thighs and squeezed lube onto his fingertips, slicking up a large vibrating plug of mine.
Fuck yes. He didn’t bother prepping me beforehand, aware by now what a slutty hole I had.
Instead, Drake eased the plug inside me.
The stretch and slight burn was perfect, and a moan escaped me.
He tapped the vibration on at the end, and pleasure flooded through me at once.
“Now that one of your needy holes is filled, let me take care of your mouth,” he said, prowling up my body.
My cock brushed against the hard muscle, and damn, a shiver rippled through me.
Drake straddled me, his thick thighs bracketing my shoulders, and the tip of his cock hovered right in front of my mouth.
Goddamn. The scent of him, the slightly smoky cedar, enraptured me, and I opened my mouth at once, ready to suck him down. With the vibration in my hole, I was beyond turned on, my cock hard and dripping, my body sensitized.
He circled his hand around the base of his cock and brushed his tip across my lower lip. I licked at it to taste the salt of his pre-cum.
“Damn, good boy,” he said. “Want to choke on it, baby?”
I whimpered as he thrust the tip of his cock into my mouth.
I sucked on reflex, and a moan erupted from me at the weight of it on my tongue, the flavor exploding in my mouth.
Drake began to shift his hips, feeding his cock to me inch by inch.
I continued to swallow more and more of it, the heaviness there, the velvet feel already making me float.
God, I could suck his dick all day. And with my hole stuffed up, pleasure thrummed through my entire body.
He speared his fingers through my hair, a slight sting with the motion, and my lashes fluttered.
The heat of being bracketed by his body, his thighs on either side of me, sent me into overdrive.
I’d clearly died and gone to heaven. He thrust his cock into my mouth, and I choked as it started to glide down my throat.
“Fuck, the sounds you make,” he purred. “So damn sexy. Love the way you choke on my cock.”
God. This man. My eyes rolled back, heat rushing through me in a fierce sweep at his low, seductive voice. I could come just from his dirty talk. My balls twitched, heavy and full from the waves of pleasure the vibrating plug kept flooding me with, but I didn’t want to come until he was fucking me.
He began to thrust deep down my throat, his balls smacking against my chin.
Drool dribbled from my mouth, some of it trickling down my neck.
I breathed through my nose, my throat stuffed full, my ass full and humming, and the overload was everything I could’ve hoped for.
I loved how well he understood me, how I didn’t even need to communicate some of the desires I’d held.
Instead, he filled me up and took over, and my mind blissed out in response. The stinging tug on my hair, the stretch of my lips, the heavy weight of his length on my tongue, everything turned me on more and more.
“Holy shit, your mouth is so hot,” he groaned, fucking into me with a finesse that had me drooling more and more. “So fucking good.”
The heat from him surrounding me caused sweat to prickle across my forehead, each breath through my nostrils feverish as he fucked my mouth like he owned it.
In a way, he did. I surrendered to him completely, my eyes fluttering shut, allowing those sensations to wash through me.
My balls ached, my cock leaked, and I was a ball of coiled need with the way the vibrations kept my prostate on edge, but I didn’t want to stop sucking on him either.
“God, your sweet mouth is going to make me come,” he moaned as he thrust in again.
A muffled groan came from me as his balls slapped against my chin again.
“Except I have plans for that load, and it’s not in your mouth,” he growled. He tugged at my hair and slowly pulled back. I surged forward, chasing his cock, but he yanked hard at my hair to keep me in place. “Nuh uh, baby.”
He withdrew his cock, and I gasped in noisy breaths. My throat was a little raw from the pounding it had taken, and yet I craved more.
“Fuck, those lips are so glossy,” he said, reaching down and rubbing his thumb across the spit-slick there. “So messy.”
He wasn’t wrong. I wiped my forearm across my mouth, ridding myself of some of the drool that had pooled there.
“Let me sink into that sweet hole,” he said. “I can’t wait to fill you up with my cum.”
Fire roared through me at those words. Fuck, I hadn’t been bare with a partner before unless they’d been pegging me, but getting flooded with cum was something I’d fantasized about for years.
Drake pushed up, then slid down my body until he kneeled between my spread legs. I widened them, as if I could make it clearer exactly where I wanted him. A winsome grin lit his face as our eyes met, and the tenderness there sent a vicious streak of joy through me. This man was mine.
He tapped at the base of the plug, which sent a jolt through me. My breath hitched, and his wicked eyes danced.
“You’re so responsive,” he said. “It’s a dream.”
“I’ll be even more responsive when you get your cock back inside me,” I promised.
His grin sharpened, and he tugged at the plug. He slowly drew it out of me, and I bit my lower lip to restrain my pout, because what he’d be replacing it with would be so much better. After being so full of his cock and the plug though, I craved something again in a fierce way.
Drake reached to the side to snag the lube, and he slicked his cock up. “God, your hole’s so pretty. It’s going to feel so damn amazing.”
I swallowed hard. “I want you.”
His expression softened. “You’ve got me, baby. All of me.”
The seriousness in his tone burrowed right through me. This was more than just a heat of the moment fuck. No, I loved this man. Somehow, he’d snuck his way into my heart without even trying, and I didn’t want to be extricated—ever.
He brushed his tip against my hole, and the shock of skin to skin there rippled through me. Pure electricity. Every damn time. I grabbed the back of my thighs and spread myself wide, desperate to have him deep inside me.
“Fuck me.”
“Damn straight,” he said as he thrust in a few inches. I barely noticed the stretch after having the thick plug inside me, but the glide—fuck, I’d never felt anything so good. Having him in me bare was beyond my wildest dreams, and he lived up to every single one.
“Holy shit,” he groaned.
“Yeah,” I gasped as he sank in further. The moment he settled fully inside me, the fullness solidified something inside me that I hadn’t realized I’d craved.
The thickness of his length, the way he connected with me in a way no one ever had before—on multiple levels—and how I was so far gone in love with him.
He gripped my thighs tight, and I let go.
Drake drew back and thrust deep inside me again. The breath flew out of me as pleasure slammed into me hard.
“Oh god.” My body would be a trembling mess in no time.
He tilted his head back, showing off the strong lines of his neck. “Fuck, I’m going to have to take my sweet time with you, baby. Otherwise I’ll blow my load too fast.”
A whimper escaped me.
He eased back in, nice and slow, the glide excruciating.
Sweat burst on my forehead, my arms, my chest. My cock dripped, my balls ached, and the moans poured out of me as he brushed along my prostate.
Fireworks flared fast and fierce. God, he felt so damn sinful.
I was addicted to the heat of him, the thickness of his cock, the way the skin-to-skin connection elevated everything between us a thousandfold.
“You,” he purred as he thrust in slow. “You are all I’ve ever wanted.”