7. Olivia
Olivia
This is happening. This is actually happening.
I squeeze my eyes shut tight while parting my lips for Drake to slide his tongue between them. A part of me thinks this is some delusional fantasy. I thought Drake hated me. Apparently, I cost his business millions of dollars, and he hardly pays me any attention at work.
Coming here tonight and cooking for him was all I had in my plans, not feverishly wrapping my arms around his neck while his tongue sweeps over mine.
This wasn't supposed to happen. I was supposed to cook a meal and leave.
Now, I'm kissing one of my dad's best friends, a man he promised me I could trust. This isn't going to bode well for their relationship.
And that's why I should pull away. I should ignore how firm his body feels against mine. I should erase the memory of the peaks and valleys of his chest from my mind.
But good decisions aren't always the best decisions, nor are they the ones we want to make.
I grab Drake’s collar and pull him closer.
He grunts out a laugh when he has to bend over a little too far to reach me.
I'm about to pull away and make a comment about being short and needing a little help, but before I can, he scoops me up in his arms and sets me on the counter.
Now, we're at eye level, and kissing him is as easy as possible.
“You taste delicious,” Drake says when he pulls away for a moment, pressing his forehead to mine and looking down at my rapidly rising chest.
I laugh and nod toward the desserts still sitting on the counter. “I might have made too many trifles for dessert.”
“That definitely explains the chocolatey flavor,” he laughs before pulling my face back toward his.
His lips are soft and smooth, and his tongue flicks over them, tickling my lips as they part to let him in. I feel frenzied and flushed as the arousal grows between my legs. I want him. I have wanted him since the moment I saw him next door.
Drake's hands fall to my body, lowering to my hips to pull me closer.
I spread my legs and wrap them around his waist, desperate to feel more of him.
This is a bad idea. He is far from the kind of man I should be considering dating.
He's a player, and I know he just wants to use me and move on to the next woman.
But I can't pull away. I never thought I would be one of the girls who would fall for his charms, but here I am. A part of me is ashamed, but then I run my fingers over his chest, and that dissipates.
“There's something we should talk about,” I finally say, pushing him away with all the strength I can muster. “We work together. Well, I work for you.”
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” Drake backs away just enough for me to see the excited bulge growing in his pants. So far, absolutely nothing about him has been disappointing appearance-wise. Naturally, my mind wanders to what he's got going on down there.
“Surprisingly, it doesn't. But I think it could complicate things,” I say, dragging every word from my brain. My body is actively trying to sabotage me. It wants me to shut the hell up and take Drake's pants off, but I’m still yapping away.
“There's also the obvious issue of you being Leonard's daughter,” Drake adds, not moving away. His eyes fall from my face down my body, and I can tell he's undressing me with his eyes. I want him to undress me with his hands, but there's one more thing we need to discuss.
“I'm also a virgin,” I say shyly, looking away.
I know how it sounds: A 23-year-old virgin isn’t common, but I don’t think there is a “right” time to lose your virginity. I've also been very busy trying to make my dreams come true. Hyperfocusing on goals can have a very unfortunate side effect on a love life.
“Oh, wow,” Drake says, looking at me a lot differently now.
“It’s not a big deal to me,” I say, trying to quell any thoughts in his mind.
“I mean, obviously I want my first time to be nice, but I'm not expecting rose petals and romance.
I have been focused on school and my career, and now I have this job, and there's a clear path to my goal. Nothing is holding me back now.”
He chuckles, squeezing my waist and looking into my eyes. “I worry that you and I are looking for different things. I've never had a girlfriend, and I don’t want one now. If we do this, it would have to be with no strings attached.”
I nod and stare at him, not minding those stipulations. With the dynamic between us, having a secret relationship would complicate things far too much. “And this has to stay between us. If my dad finds out, everyone at work will know, and I know that's not ideal for either of us.”
He holds out one of his hands for me to shake it, and I roll my eyes as I do. Moments after I pull my hand away, his arms are around my waist once again, pulling me close to him as he sweeps me into his arms. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck and squeal as he carries me out of the kitchen.
Drake drops me down on the bed and looks at me hungrily before shrugging out of his suit jacket and unbuttoning his shirt. I eagerly watch him take off the shirt, reaching forward and touching his toned stomach just like I wanted to the first time I saw him.
The bulge in his pants is growing from the anticipation, and I'm very eager for him to take off his pants, but he isn't ready for that.
He reaches for my blouse and undoes the buttons, pushing it off my shoulders to leave me in just a bra.
I fumble with the buttons on my pants and push them off my hips.
He helps me pull them off and tosses them to the side.
I've never been this naked in front of a man before. There's nothing for me to hide under as his eyes scan every inch of flesh. There's something exciting about the vulnerability of it, knowing that I'm as bare as I've ever been in front of another person, and he likes it.
“You’re so sexy,” he says in a voice quiet enough that I barely manage to hear it.
“So are you,” I say nervously, feeling the muscles on his arm.
He pushes me back on the bed and climbs on top of me, letting his hands wander across my body.
He starts on my hips and slowly moves them up, caressing my stomach before reaching between my breasts.
His fingers slide under the cup of my bra to stroke my peaked nipple. I moan as warm feelings flood my body.
“Does that feel good?” he says before lowering his mouth to my neck. I close my eyes, and a moan escapes my throat. I try to respond, but my thoughts are muddled.
He grinds against me, and I feel the friction between my legs starting to swell. He's barely touched me, and I'm already on the verge of spilling over the edge. The more he moves, the more he hardens in his pants, and my entire body aches with desperation.
I spread my legs wider and pull him closer, trying to entice him. “You feel so good,” I say as he moves his hips harder against me, his groin brushing hard against my clit.
“This is just the beginning, Olivia,” he whispers in my ear, low and full of desire.
I bite my lip again and watch as he kisses his way down my body, lowering the cups of my bra to free my breasts.
He stares at them before lifting me slightly to unclasp my bra.
I toss it to the side, letting him take my breasts in his hands and bring his mouth down on them.
Feeling the warm, soft wetness of his mouth against my nipple is more intense than I expected.
I run my fingers through his short brown hair and hold him closer, never wanting him to move. Eventually, he pulls his mouth away and looks at me with a prideful smile as I silently beg for him to go back.
His mouth is on mine again while his fingers slide down my body to the wet spot between my legs. His tongue sweeps through my mouth while his finger traces the outside of my panties, rubbing against me while I moan into his mouth.
He pulls his mouth away, and I try to grab him again to bring him back, but he smirks and climbs down my body.
His fingers grip the waistband of my panties as he lowers them, letting the cool air of the room brush against my bare skin.
His breath meets me first, and a shiver of anticipation runs through my body.
Warm lips kiss the insides of my thighs, slowly working their way to the sensitive spot between my legs.
I look down at him with growing excitement as he uses a finger to part my folds before his mouth crashes into me. “Oh, my God!” I cry out as his tongue slowly explores me. My body shakes as he swirls his tongue around my clit, enjoying every movement.
He moans against me as he continues working, and the vibration is enough to force my head back into the mattress as I grip the sheets. Seeing my reaction, he does it again, and I can feel his lips turning into a smile.
A hand moves from my thigh toward my throbbing entrance, one finger hovering just outside. “Please,” I moan as I feel it getting closer. He slides it inside me, and I cry out as I feel him exploring my body, his tongue still swirling around me.
Drake continues to lick me, groaning against me as his finger thrusts inside, and my body convulses as pleasure surges through every cell. Only when I'm done trembling below him does he pull his mouth back and look at me with lust-filled eyes.
“You taste even better than I thought you would,” Drake says as he moves his hands toward his groin. I watch, my legs limp, as he massages the front of his pants.
I just had an incredible orgasm, but I want more. I sit up on the bed and pull him toward me, urging him to climb back on top of me. My fingers move to his belt and swiftly unbuckle it before freeing his cock from his pants.
It's even more intimidating than I anticipated. I try to imagine what it will be like to feel his throbbing shaft inside of me, but I know the best way will be to just experience it head-on.
“Just go slow, okay?” I say as I spread my legs wider and prepare to wrap them around his waist. He hovers outside my entrance, nodding as he kisses my neck.
I giggle and take a deep breath, realizing that my body has been clenched while waiting for him. “Sorry, I guess I am a little nervous.”
“We'll go at your pace,” Drake says, kissing me again. Feeling the weight of his body on top of me alongside the comforting words, I relax a little. I sink into the moment and enjoy being with him, forgetting about the nerves and anxiety.
“I think I’m ready,” I say after a few moments, biting my lip while Drake adjusts himself and slowly pushes inside of me.
I gasp, and he stills himself, looking into my eyes to make sure I'm okay.
The pressure between my legs is overwhelming at first, not entirely unpleasurable.
But as he holds still and my body adjusts to him, it fades, and I feel full with him inside of me.
He slowly pushes the rest of his shaft forward with a groan as I take all of him.
“Are you okay?” he asks, holding his breath as he shifts slightly. My fingernails dig into his back as I exhale and relax, nodding. “Good. I want this to be good for you.”
Slowly, he grinds his hips against me. Any discomfort recedes, and all I feel is pleasure.
I'm amazed at how closely I can feel him, and with every thrust, a pleasure I never thought possible floods my body.
He pumps into and out of me, gently at first then a little more forcefully as he starts to lose control.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he whispers in my ear with a satisfied smile as his cock throbs and stiffens with each thrust.
I try to say something back, but no words come to mind. All I can focus on is the pleasure growing between my legs as Drake leans down and kisses my neck. The intensity grows, and I wrap my arms around him, digging my fingernails into his back as I brace myself for overwhelming pleasure.
“Oh, my God!” I cry out as another orgasm ripples through my body. I tremble and shake below him as he holds me tightly with a smile. Drake stares at me, brushing my blonde hair out of my face.
He kisses me again, and I open my mouth for him, letting his tongue explore as I whimper from the pleasure. I feel him getting harder inside of me as he throbs, ready to explode. My eyes roll back in my head as he finishes, letting me taste his moans as he kisses me.
Drake pulls out of me and his hands caress my body before falling on his side next to me.
I'm breathing heavily, trying to get a grip on reality.
A part of me can't believe this just happened.
I've been waiting so long to be with a man, and it happened with Drake so suddenly. I don't regret it, but I am surprised.
I look at him as he catches his breath, looking back at me with a satisfied smile.
The situation is far from funny, but I can't hold back my nervous laughter.
Drake joins me and before I know it, he's sweeping me into his arms and cuddling me.
I feel dizzy being close to him, and I don't want to pull away.
In the back of my mind are all the reasons I should climb out of bed, get dressed, and run home, but I ignore them.
I've already had sex with him, will it be that much worse if I stay and snuggle?
“How do you feel?” Drake asks as he kisses the back of my neck and traces his fingers along my side.
“I'm surprised, but I feel good,” I say, turning around and looking at him with a calm smile. “I never imagined my first time would be anything like this.”
“I hope I didn't disappoint you,” Drake says as he settles behind me and wraps an arm around my waist.
“God, no,” I laugh, shaking my head fervently. “It was amazing. I'm glad it was you. I mean, it could have been anyone, but you were at least good at it.”
I turn red as I ramble on. They don’t tell you what to say post-sex in sex ed classes. Drake just laughs as he watches me, and I cover my face to hide my embarrassment.
“Why, thank you; I'll take the compliment.” Drake holds me closer and nuzzles my neck, kissing me gently before closing his eyes behind me. I take a few deep breaths to calm my nerves before closing my eyes and drifting off to sleep.
What we did is a problem for future Olivia.