Chapter 14
Alaska was having the best dream.
She’d had ones like it plenty of times in the past, but this time it seemed much more real.
She was in bed with Drake, and he was looking at her as if she was the most beautiful person in the world…
which was how she knew she was dreaming.
He eased down her body, then spread her legs slowly and began to lick her clit.
And he wasn’t just going through the motions.
It was as if he honestly enjoyed what he was doing, not going down on her as a precursor to getting to the “good stuff,” so to speak.
It wasn’t until Alaska tightened her hold on his hair that she realized she wasn’t dreaming at all.
Every muscle in her body stiffened as she opened her eyes and lifted her head.
She was on her back in Drake’s bed. It was still early, the sun hadn’t come through the window yet, but enough light shone from outside that she could clearly see the twinkle in Drake’s eyes as he lifted his head slightly from between her legs.
He’d somehow removed her underwear without waking her, and she was completely bare from the waist down.
“Morning,” he said huskily, before going back to what he was doing.
Alaska wasn’t awake enough to form words. Her body was overloaded with pleasure. In her dreams, Drake always seemed to know exactly where to touch her to make her feel good, but the reality was so much better.
“Drake,” she breathed as his thumbs caressed her inner thighs while he feasted.
“Mmmm,” he hummed, and Alaska jerked as the vibrations shot through her clit to her nipples.
She could feel him smiling against her as he continued to lick. It was a weird feeling, but not unpleasant in the least.
“What are you doing?” she managed to gasp.
He chuckled again, and this time when he lifted his head, one of his hands took over and began to play in the wetness between her legs. “If you don’t know, I’m not doing it right,” he teased.
“You are. I mean, I can see and feel what you’re doing, but…why?”
“After last night, when we talked about the best way to wake someone up so you didn’t startle them…I couldn’t resist. You were sleeping so soundly, I didn’t want to scare you, so I decided to try this. You like?”
“Um…duh,” she said.
“I thought so. You’re really wet,” Drake breathed, dropping his gaze to watch his finger slide into her body.
But Alaska stiffened at his words. He wasn’t making fun of her, she knew that. But she’d been told the same thing in a derogatory way too many times.
Drake immediately looked up, obviously feeling the change in her reaction. “What? What’d I say?”
“Nothing, I…maybe I should—”
She didn’t get to finish her statement. Drake shifted forward a fraction and put one of his forearms over her belly, lightly pinning her in place.
She could move if she really wanted to, but honestly, her body was still humming from what he’d been doing before she so stupidly decided to have a little chat.
“You should tell me what I said wrong, so I can either fix whatever misconception you’ve got going on in that head of yours, or I can kick my own ass for saying something hurtful.”
“I…you… It’s not normal…how wet I get,” she blurted. “I can’t help it though.”
The smile that spread across Drake’s face was so breathtaking, Alaska couldn’t look away. “You think being wet is a turn-off? Oh, honey—it so isn’t.”
“But it’s messy. And I’ll get the sheets all yucky.”
“It is messy,” Drake agreed. But before she could respond, he went on.
“And so damn sexy, you don’t even know. If we have to change the sheets every day for the rest of our lives, so be it.
I don’t give a shit. Besides, you don’t think when I come, it won’t be messy?
You gushing around my fingers the second I get my tongue between your legs is fucking awesome.
” His finger slid inside her again, and she couldn’t help but lift her hips toward him.
“And knowing I won’t hurt you when I get inside here is a relief.
I’m a big man, honey. This just proves you were made to be mine.
Don’t be ashamed of your body’s reaction to me, Al.
It’s beautiful. You’re beautiful. Now…take off your shirt.
I want to see those nipples that have tormented me every night. ”
Alaska hesitated a beat. Was this really happening? She’d thought after last night, they’d wait until at least this evening. Maybe even a few more nights. But she wasn’t opposed to Drake making love to her. Not at all.
She wiggled a bit, attempting to get the shirt over her head without pulling away from Drake at the same time. After she threw the shirt to the side, she looked down at him.
“Shit, honey,” he said, almost panting. “I don’t know what I want more…to keep tasting you here, or to suck on those beauties.”
Looking at herself, Alaska saw her nipples were sticking up even more than they usually did. They were so hard, they almost hurt.
“Are they sensitive?” Drake asked almost nonchalantly as he reached for one.
The second his fingers closed around her nipples, Alaska’s hips bucked against the finger still buried deep inside her.
“Oh, yeah, they’re sensitive,” Drake whispered. “Damn, I feel as if it’s Christmas and my birthday all wrapped into one.” Then he lowered his head once more as his fingers continued to play with her nipple.
The double stimulation was almost too much. Alaska writhed under him as his fingers and lips brought her closer and closer to a monster orgasm. It had been so long since she’d felt sexual, that Drake’s attention hurt…in a good way.
It wasn’t long before she felt herself on the verge of exploding. She reached down and grabbed Drake’s wrist, his fingers still playing with her breast, and squeezed tightly, her other hand gripping his hair.
Her muscles began to shake and her body curled toward him.
Drake must’ve felt she was close because he began to fuck her harder with two fingers now, even as he sucked fiercely on her clit.
“Drake!” she cried as she tumbled over the edge.
Her world went dark for a moment as pleasure coursed through her body. By the time she came back to herself and realized where she was, Alaska’s body was still humming. Usually after orgasming, she was replete. Finished. But right now, she felt like a live wire.
Forcing her fingers to let go of the death grip she had on the man’s hair, she did her best to remember how to breathe.
She watched as Drake scooted forward. He lowered himself to one hip, and for a second, Alaska couldn’t figure out what he was doing. When his boxers went flying off the side of the bed, she inhaled deeply.
She couldn’t take her eyes off his cock as he moved forward, spreading her legs farther apart as he went. He was big. Thick and long.
Alaska’s mouth watered. She liked sex. But she hadn’t been with many men, and certainly none built like Drake.
“You keep looking at me like that and this isn’t going to last,” he warned.
Alaska’s gaze swept up his flat stomach, past his hard nipples and up to his face. His hair was mussed, probably from her hands. His tongue came out to lick his lips and he said, “So damn delicious.”
He leaned over and pulled open a drawer next to the bed. When he came back to his knees, he was holding a condom in his hand. Without fanfare, he ripped open the wrapper with his teeth and rolled the rubber down his length.
Then he focused his gaze between her legs once more.
Alaska appreciated his willingness to protect them both without bitching about it. As much as she wanted to feel him inside her bare, this wasn’t the time or place to have that discussion.
Her ass lifted off the mattress without any input from her brain, but not before she could feel how wet the sheet was under her. For a moment, embarrassment swept through her, but then Drake’s cock brushed against her folds, and she couldn’t think about anything other than getting him inside her.
“Yes…” she said.
“You sure? Once I have you, I’m never letting you go,” Drake warned.
Alaska wanted to snort. As if that was a deterrent.
“I’m sure,” she breathed.
Brick was two seconds away from coming. He grabbed hold of his cock at the base and squeezed hard.
Seeing Alaska spread out under him, smelling her arousal on his beard, seeing how wet she was…
nothing had ever turned him on so much. He wanted this woman more than he could remember wanting anyone, ever.
She was sensual and so damn beautiful, it made him physically hurt.
When she’d orgasmed earlier, her juices squirted all over his hand.
He’d heard of women being able to do that, but hadn’t experienced it for himself.
Until now. It was unbelievable that she was embarrassed about something so fucking erotic.
Even now, he could see her thighs glistening with her release. His cock grew even harder, which seemed impossible.
Looking down at her, she seemed so tiny compared to him. He had a moment of doubt that he’d be able to fit. When he’d been finger-fucking her, she’d squeezed his fingers so tightly, Brick had almost come just imagining how she’d feel around his cock. But now he worried. He didn’t want to hurt her.
“Drake?” Alaska asked in concern. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” he said immediately. “You are just so precious…I’m memorizing this moment.”
She smiled up at him, then reached down and brushed his hand away from his cock. To his amazement, she lifted her hips and notched his mushroomed head between her pussy lips. “Please,” she whispered. “I’m so empty.”
Brick felt a burst of precome escape the tip of his cock and he moved without thought. He buried himself to the hilt with one hard push.
The pleasure that he experienced at the feel of being inside her made his fingers tingle and his balls draw up in preparation for a monster orgasm. He held his breath and prayed he could control himself. The last thing he wanted was for this to be over before it even began.
“Drake!” Alaska exclaimed. “You feel…oh my…”