Chapter 5
Chapter Five
C ashea would be the first to admit she had lost all of her marbles. She’d never propositioned a guy who she had just met for sex. Draven was the epitome of sexiness, and she wanted him. There was nothing wrong with a woman going after a man she desired. In this day and age, a woman could do what and who she pleased.
And right now, she wanted Draven.
She hadn’t lied to him. She had baked a cake from scratch yesterday, but she couldn’t help but tease him a little and ask if he liked chocolate. She bit back a giggle knowing that had been her sneaky little way of asking if he liked Black women. The way his eyes had narrowed on her, he knew exactly what she was asking.
And his answer didn’t disappoint.
His large hand engulfed hers as she led them up the few steps to her home. She paused in front of the door and remembered she needed to get her keys. She bit back a groan at the feel of his body pressing against hers. It was hard and toned in all of the right places.
Lord, help me.
Cashea bit her lip and reached into her bag to search for her house keys. She didn’t want to release his hand. He might come to his senses and change his mind.
“You need some help?” Draven’s deep voice broke through her thoughts.
Her fingers connected with her keychain. She pulled it out and held them up. She spun around and grinned.
“Nope. Found them.” She turned back to the door and slipped her key in. She pushed open the door and was thankful she’d remembered to leave her lamp on in the living room. “Welcome to my home.”
She stepped inside and finally let his hand go. Draven followed behind her and closed the door. Cashea didn’t miss the sound of the lock engaging. Now that he was in her home, there was a flutter of butterflies deep in her belly. She kicked her shoes off and waved for him to go with her down the short hallway. He toed off his boots and strolled behind her.
“You have a nice home,” he drawled.
They entered the living room, and for once she was glad she hadn’t left her normal mess of blankets, books, and stuff in there.
“Thanks. I rent it. I moved here a year ago and wasn’t sure if I would be staying or not.” She shrugged. She tossed her bag on the floor beside the couch. She loved her landlady. Miss Daphne was a sweet older woman who was retired and owned two properties that helped bring in additional income for her. The home was a ranch-style property with two bedrooms and one bath. It was the perfect size for her. “Here, let me get you that cake I promised.”
She spun on her heel and scurried to the kitchen.
No need to get scared now, girl.
She bit back a chuckle. She flipped on the light in the kitchen and beelined it to the sink. She had fallen in love with the kitchen when she’d first seen it. She loved to cook and bake, and it had plenty of room for her to do everything she would need to do. After washing her hands, she obtained two plates and utensils. Her prized cake she’d baked was on the island safely secured under a glass dome. She lifted the top and was assaulted by the aroma of sweet chocolatey goodness. Footsteps echoed behind her. She looked over her shoulder to find Draven standing in the doorway.
Her breath caught in her throat at the sight of him practically filling up the space. The room suddenly felt too small. Her heart raced as she met his light-blue eyes which were locked on her. The heat in them had her clenching her thighs together. Her gaze traveled down to his shirt that was causally draped over his muscular body that she’d got to feel for a brief moment. Her gaze dropped down to the area she had felt a very large bulge and wondered what his dick looked like.
She snapped her gaze away and turned back to the cake. She cut him a piece and placed it on a plate.
“One piece of cake for you,” she announced.
He came to her side and leaned against the island. The warmth of his gaze did not leave her. Cashea’s skin prickled as if he had already touched her. She grabbed a fork and presented the cake to him. She sliced a piece and held the fork out to him. He glanced down at it first before coming back to meet her stare. He opened his mouth slightly and allowed her to feed him the first bite.
The fluttering in her stomach increased. Draven slowly chewed then swallowed. She placed the plate down on the counter and closed the short distance between them. She needed to touch him again. His hands came to rest on her waist automatically. Her hands rested on his solid wall of a chest. She tilted back her head so she could watch his expression.
“What do you think?” she breathed. Her hands slowly traveled up, and she pressed closer. Her breasts were crushed between them. His body radiated a heat and power that she could feel coiled up inside him.
His eyes darkened as they watched her.
“It’s good,” he murmured.
She leaned up on her tiptoes, and his head lowered. Their lips met in a hard kiss. Draven’s tongue thrust inside her mouth, immediately dominating the kiss. The taste of the chocolate greeted her. A moan left her; his hands moved down to her ass and brought her flush against him. Cashea’s fingers made their way to his head and dove into his thick hair.
The power of his kiss washed over her. His lips were soft and steady as they moved along hers. His tongue baited hers, sweeping inside to coax hers to duel with his. Cashea tilted her head to the side, the kiss deepening. Draven spun them around to where her back met the island. His lips left hers and blazed a hot trail of kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. His callused hand slid along her shoulders, knocking the thin straps of her dress down her arms. She shimmied them and allowed the dress to fall to her feet.
Draven paused and lifted his head. Her hands slipped from him and came to rest on the island behind her. She bit her lip, his heated gaze sweeping along her. Usually, this would be the moment all of her insecurities came rushing to her, but they weren’t there. Her body wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t model thin. She had hips, she had a pudge of a stomach, large breasts, and ample ass. With the way Draven was hungrily staring at her, she felt downright sexy.
She dragged air into her lungs and wondered what he was thinking. Her nipples pressed against her strapless bra. The irritating material had to go. She reached up and unsnapped the contraption and let it fall to the floor with her dress, leaving her only in her small scrap of panties.
“Fuck,” Draven cursed. His gaze flicked to hers. The hunger burned bright in his blue orbs. His hands came to rest on her cheeks. “Are you sure, Cashea?”
She reached for the bottom of his shirt, dying to see what he looked like underneath it. She jerked her head in a nod, unable to formulate words. She tugged on the cotton material and dragged it over his head. She dropped it down onto the growing pile of clothes. Her hands returned to him and softly traced the lines on his stomach. He was like chiseled marble. Smooth skin, muscles well defined, and a sprinkle of hair on his chest that trailed down his abdomen and disappeared beneath his jeans. Absolutely breathtaking.
“My bedroom is down the hall,” she whispered, finally getting her voice back.
He bent down and hoisted her up by the backs of her knees. She held on to him and wrapped her legs around his waist. He spun around and exited the kitchen and made his way down the hall. They burst through her bedroom door. She had left the small lamp on her nightstand on since she had known she would return home late.
Draven stalked his way to her bed. He gently placed her on the center then stood back. She lifted onto her elbows and watched him reach for his belt. Her breaths were coming a mile a minute. He slid the belt open then reached for the button of his jeans. This was one show Cashea could not look away from. He pushed down his jeans, revealing his black boxer briefs. Her gaze zeroed in on the large bulge that was pressing against the cotton material. He knelt on the bed and came to her. He braced himself over her and lowered his head.
He paused; his lips mere millimeters from hers. Those eyes of his had her captivated. They grew darker as they took her in.
“Cashea, I can’t offer much,” he began.
She reached up and pressed her finger to his lips. He didn’t need to go any further. She wasn’t asking for anything from him. There was no reason he needed to think she would want something from him after this night. They were two consenting adults who needed what the other could provide. There was something in his eyes that revealed he needed this .
She could be the reprieve of whatever demons were on his shoulders.
“How about just tonight?” she whispered. She cupped his face and brought him down to seal their lips together.
He froze for a brief moment before opening his mouth. The kiss quickly grew frantic. Cashea gave him a push, and Draven fell back onto his back. She smiled and knelt on the bed. His eyes didn’t leave her when she hooked her fingers underneath her panties and pulled them down.
She tossed them over onto the floor. “Let me take care of you.”
Her hands went to his shoulders. She leaned over him and softly kissed him. She had a deep desire to make him feel wanted and needed. She had a feeling his life hadn’t been easy, and if she could give him one night where he could let go of everything that was on his mind, then she would be one happy woman.
One of his hands cupped the back of her head while their kiss deepened. She moaned, loving the feeling of her naked body resting next to his. She broke the kiss and trailed her lips over the rough shadow of a beard he had. The short bristles tickled her nose. She trailed kisses along his chin and dove down to his chest. There was something about a man with a chiseled chest that did it for her. Draven was a man who worked the land and was in top shape. She was sure most of it was from his time in the service, but now that he was no longer, he still apparently kept himself in top shape. Her tongue slid down to his erect nipples. She bathed both of them, then traveled down to the ridges of his abdomen.
Cashea glanced up and caught Draven staring at her. She offered a little smirk. Her hands went to band of his underwear. She couldn’t wait to unwrap him. His cock tented the cotton material. He lifted his hips to help her. She tugged on the drawers until she freed his hard member.
“Hmmm…” a guttural groan escaped Cashea. She’d felt that he was large, but holy mother…she hadn’t expected this.
“What is it?” He grunted.
They worked to take his underwear off. Her gaze flicked back to the monster before going to meet his hooded eyes.
“Um, nothing,” she murmured.
She roved her hands over his muscular thighs and made her way back to his cock. She wrapped her hand around it and took in the warmth of his shaft. It was thick and long with a vein running up the underside of it. The mushroom tip was angry-looking and darker than the rest of the length of him. Her hand slid up him, then going down to the base. She smirked at him, feeling her humor coming through.
“Just admiring this.”
“Is that so?” He arched an eyebrow at her. He propped himself up on his elbows.
“Yup.” She lowered her head and snuck her tongue out to tease the tip of his cock.
He narrowed his eyes on her. She held his gaze while she repeated her action again. His quick intake of breath was his only response. She opened her mouth and drew him inside it. She was determined to worship his cock for a long time.
Cashea took her time. She pushed herself to take as much as she could. She was going to put all of her skills to the test. Her hand slipped along him. Her saliva providing slipperiness for her. She gripped him while she hollowed out her cheeks.
A moan and curse burst from his lips. Her core clenched. There was nothing sexier than hearing a man moan from pleasure. She tightened her hold on him and sucked him harder and farther into her mouth. His fingers entwined in her hair. Her eyes fluttered closed from the sensation that shot through her body. Her pussy was drenched with need. She didn’t mind one bit about his fingers holding on to her hair. Cashea bit back a giggle. He was just lucky she wasn’t wearing one of her glueless wigs tonight.
“Fuck. Cashea,” he groaned.
She increased her pace on him. Her hands glided in tandem with her mouth. She couldn’t fit the entire length of him inside so she utilized her hands to make up for it. His grip tightened more, and she kept going. She wanted to see him let loose. He didn’t appear to be a man who lost control often.
Draven’s hips thrust upward, sinking his cock farther into her mouth.
Her thighs were coated in her juices. She couldn’t wait to feel this cock push inside her. It had been a long time since she’d been intimate with anyone. Her last boyfriend had been mediocre in bed. The only reason she’d stayed with him so long was because he was nice.
But nice didn’t give her world-shattering orgasms.
She used her free hand and cupped his scrotum. She massaged it and felt the tension spread through his muscles.
“Cashea,” he gasped .
He pulled his cock from her mouth. Their panting filled the air. He shook his head, his eyes electric. She smirked and crawled up over him. She tossed a leg over him and straddled him. His cock nestled between her thighs. She groaned at the feeling of his hard length brushing her clit.
“I wasn’t done yet.” She pouted.
She rested her hands on either side of his head. She shifted her hips and dragged her pussy along the length of him. It felt so damn good, she did it again.
“Yes, the hell you were,” he growled.
He clutched her hip with one hand while the other one covered her breast. Her mound filled his hand completely. He brought it down to his mouth and nipped her beaded bud. She gasped from the slight pain. He bathed the nipple with his tongue, suckling it inside his mouth. She ground her pussy down on his length again so she could rub her clit against him. She fisted the blanket tight. Her soft moans grew louder as she rocked back and forth.
“Draven,” she gasped.
“Lift up,” he ordered.
She didn’t hesitate to do as he’d commanded. He guided the blunt tip of his cock to her slippery opening. She lowered herself with a deep groan expelling from her. His cock spread her wide and invaded her snug sheath. Her walls burned from the stretching of his girth. She sank down farther on him until he was fully submerged inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she breathed.
She had never felt so full in her life. Her head was thrown back, and she rested her hands on his stomach. She had to wait until she grew accustomed to his invasion. She rocked her hips, and another moan was ripped from her. Cashea inhaled and opened her eyes and found Draven watching her. She squeezed her muscles around him, eliciting a moan from him.
She rose then sank back down on him. Her swollen clit rubbed against his length. She did it again and again. Her moans grew louder. Draven thrust his hips, sending his cock deeper.
Together they set a steady rhythm. Every movement brought a ripple of pleasure through her body. Her pussy grew impossibly wetter, and she continued her actions.
“That’s right, Cashea,” he murmured.
She fell forward, resting her hands on the bed beside his head. He gripped her waist and took over. The room filled with the sounds of their copulation, her slickness making itself known. She wasn’t even embarrassed about the amount of noise her pussy was making. His length slipped in and out of her with no issue. He bucked his hips while holding her in place. He fucked her harder, and she welcomed it.
“Yes,” she hissed.
Her body trembled. Each thrust of his hips sent his cock deep, and her clit stimulated. She squeezed her eyes tight, her orgasm racing toward her. Draven pounded into her and sent her barreling to the stars.
A scream erupted from her lips. “Draven!”
His grunts joined her, and he bellowed his release. Warmth flooded inside her. She shook uncontrollably, her climax washing over her. She fell forward, no longer able to hold her own weight. He caught her, wrapping his arms around her. Cashea’s face was nestled in the crook of his neck. Her breaths were coming so fast she couldn’t control them. Their bodies were slick with sweat. His warm, hard body felt good underneath her. His cock stayed nestled inside her.
At the moment, she couldn’t move if she needed to, but in all honesty, she didn’t want to.