Chapter 29
CHAPTER
TWENTY-NINE
Drake
“I decided not to apply for the job in North Carolina,” Elodie says through my speakerphone, catching me by surprise.
“I figure you might’ve forgotten about it since I haven’t brought it up since the day at the lake.
But in case it was rolling around in the back of your brain, you don’t have to worry about it anymore. ”
“Why? What happened?”
“Well, I’d like to say it’s because I can’t leave you guys behind. But the real reason is that I offhandedly mentioned it to my boss on Monday, and she went to the big boss and got me a hefty raise that takes effect next week.”
I nod approvingly. “I like that.”
“Me, too.” She laughs. “So what are you up to?”
“Right now, I’m lighting a candle in the kitchen because Gianna is on her way over.”
It sounds like such a flex as it comes out of my mouth. Gianna Bardot is on her way to me. What a lucky fuck I am.
I take a quick look around the kitchen to ensure I didn’t miss anything. The counters are clean, and the floor is swept. The bathroom has been straightened, and I changed the sheets on my bed. The flowers we made at Blow Me were delivered today. They sit on the counter for her to take home.
“How are things going with Gianna?” Elodie asks.
“I hate to jinx myself, but they’re going great. It’s just so easy with her, El. It’s only been a few weeks, but I can’t remember what my life was like without her.” I chuckle. “That sounds like a crock of shit, doesn’t it?”
She laughs. “Not necessarily, but it is funny hearing you talk like this. I love it, though. I love that you found someone who makes you this happy, because I can hear it in your voice.”
Gianna does make me happy. I’ve been thinking about that a lot lately. I’m happier than I’ve ever been in my life.
“Hey, she’s here,” I say as my doorbell rings. “Can I call you tomorrow?”
“If you want, but I didn’t have anything else to say. I just wanted to tell you that Raleigh is off the table.”
“Glad to hear it.” Also glad that we don’t have to tell Mom. “Love you.”
“Love you. Bye.”
I slide my phone on the counter on my way to the door. I yank it open and find Gianna standing on the other side. She looks me up and down … with a frown.
“What’s wrong?” I say, when I see the disappointed look on her face.
She pouts. “You promised that you would be naked and wet, and you’re very clothed and very dry—ah!
” She giggles as I wrap my hand around the back of her neck, bringing our lips together in a hard, deliberate kiss.
My tongue sweeps across hers, and she moans into my mouth, her body melting against me.
I pull away, dragging in a ragged rush of air and resting my forehead against hers. “Hey.”
“Hey,” she says breathlessly.
“What’s getting eaten first—the pizza or your pussy?”
She reaches between us and palms my already hard cock, grinning mischievously. “Me. The answer is always me.”
“You’re damn right that the answer is always you.”
“It feels like the answer should be you.” She cups her hand around my length through the soft fabric of my sweatpants and runs it up and down. The friction is just enough—the constriction just tight enough, to make me shiver. “I’m going to ride the fuck out of you tonight.”
What am I supposed to say to that? I grin. Could she be any more perfect?
Every muscle in my body flexes as I imagine her straddling me—her perfect tits bouncing and her fire pussy pulsing on my cock. Her giggles. Her moans. The way she says my name mid-orgasm is something dreams are made of.
I take her hand, wait for her to kick her slides off by the door, and lead her into the apartment.
“Let’s get you naked,” I say, entering the kitchen. “I’m assuming you’re already wet for me.”
“You would assume right. I’ve had a stressful evening, and I need to get off, please.”
I spin her around and pull her arms over her head. “You have come to the right place.” I press a hasty kiss to her lips before I yank her shirt over her head. “Is there anything you want to talk about?”
“Yeah … but no.” She sighs, playing with my hair as I remove her pants and panties. “Just being here helps.”
My hands stall for a moment as that hits me. Being here helps. My heart thunders as I stand again and smile at her. Her cheeks blush, but she doesn’t say anything. I don’t mention it either. She said it. I heard it. That’s enough.
I reach around her, pressing her chest to mine, and unfasten her bra.
As I step back, it falls to the floor, and my hands immediately go to her tits.
The feel of them in my palms—full, heavy, and perfectly shaped—short-circuits my brain.
If I didn’t want to taste her so much and give her the release she needs, I’d spend an hour on them alone.
Instead, I grip her by the waist and sit her on the stone countertop. “Lie back.”
She puts her elbows down and then reclines until she’s flat against the quartz. “I love how I can come here and order sexual favors à la carte.”
“Babe, I offer a delivery service if it’s more convenient.”
She giggles as I help her scoot her juicy ass to the edge.
“Open up for me,” I say, guiding her knees up and out. “There you go.”
I love to play with her, build her up until she’s ready to scream. Show her that she’s worth all the time and energy in the world. But tonight, she explicitly told me she needed this to help with stress, and if she needs to come, I will oblige.
“You are beautiful,” I say, grazing my finger up her slit. She trembles from the contact. “Your pussy is soaked. Do you know how hard that makes me?”
Her head falls to the side, and her eyes flutter closed as I gently slide my finger through her folds.
“Do you want me to be gentle?” I ask, going a bit deep between her lips. “Or are you wanting it hard? Tell me how to make you happy.”
“I love it like this,” she says, softly. “But this time, I just need to come fast and hard. I need the relief.”
“Say less.”
I dip one, then two fingers into her body. She groans, writhing against my hand as I push deeper into her flesh. “That’s exactly what I need.”
“That’s two fingers. Do you want another one?”
“Yes,” she hisses, her lashes splayed on her cheeks as if she’s relishing my touch.
I add a third, stroking them in and out until I find an easy rhythm she enjoys. She sucks in a breath, her lips forming an o as she breathes, and exhales it in a sexy rush that I can feel in my cock.
She’s so wet, so hot—ready for my dick. But if she wants to come on my face, then so be it.
It’s not like it’s a hardship to lick her pussy dry.
“Remember,” I say, blowing across her swollen clit. “I want to hear you.”
“Okay,” she whispers.
I drag my tongue along her seam, flicking the tip of it against her bud. She moans as her back comes off the counter and arches toward my face. Her body is so responsive. She’s so receptive to me.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I say, grinding my teeth together to keep from coming in my pants. “My God, Gianna. Seeing you spread out like this in my kitchen, just for me …”
I pick up the pace with my fingers, working her hole harder. She rocks against me, pushing harder against my hand, desperate for the relief she seeks.
I spread her pussy open with my free hand and drag my tongue across her clit. She screams, thrashing against the counter as I lick her. Her hand flies to the side, knocking over a vase holding a million Sharpies. They fly across the counter and roll to the floor in a cascade of color.
“Fuck, Drake!” she yells, the word capped by a cry over the marker waterfall. “Do that. Please.”
My stomach clenches as my balls tighten so painfully hard.
I suck her bud into my mouth. She reaches for my head, wrapping her fingers through my hair and pushing me closer to her. I keep my face glued to her pussy—licking, sucking, nipping until her legs begin to tremble.
Her exhale is shaky, but I can hear the relief in it. Being able to do this to her, for her, makes me feel more powerful than any tackle or touchdown I’ve ever made.
“Don’t stop,” she begs, drawing in a breath mixed with a sob. “Don’t stop. I need this.”
My fingers pound into her, and she meets me thrust for thrust. As she shakes and her muscles pulse around my hand, she lets out a cry that pierces the air.
She tries to wiggle away from me, but I refuse to let her move—refuse to let her escape the pleasure she told me she needed.
I plant a hand on her abdomen and press hard enough to hold her in place.
Her cries begin to fade, and I ease my assault slowly but surely, helping her return to her baseline as gently as possible. Her body softens as she whispers a satisfied sigh, and a slight smile ghosts her lips.
I ease my fingers from her, planting a kiss on her stomach before leaning away.
When I look up, she’s staring at me. The look in her eyes is layered, and I can’t quite decide what it means. “Thank you.”
“Never thank me for that.” I grab a towel out of a drawer and wipe my face with it. “That’s a privilege.”
She snorts, taking my hand and sitting up. “Right.”
I take her chin in my hand and make her look me in the eye. “I’m not joking. Being allowed access to you like that? It’s a fucking privilege.” I don’t look away until I’m sure she heard me.
She hops off the counter with a devilish grin on her face. “You. Follow me. Now.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
GIANNA
It’s his turn.
His bedroom is warm as we enter, and a bedside lamp gives it a sexy glow. Music plays softly from his television, but the screen is dark. The beat amplifies the energy between us as I undress my man.
I shove his gray sweatpants over his hips, and he makes quick work of kicking them to the side.
They land with a swoosh by the door, but his cock, thick and so damn hard, stands at attention.
Begging for me. He lost his shirt somewhere on the way to his room, and I can’t help but run my hands along his granite abs.