14
Something wakes me up, but it feels too good, soothingly good, it puts me back to sleep. I moan when I feel a tongue circle my entrance.
“Drake,” I utter, somewhat asleep.
I feel him slowly come up towards me through my parted legs and claim my lips. “Didn’t mean to wake you… but it’s hard to resist temptation when you’re so close in my reach,” he says in between kisses. I love how his body presses against mine as he kisses me. His lips go for my neck, soft kisses almost putting me back to sleep.
“Babe?”
I merely grunt. What now? I’m still jet-lagged and my body is still reeling from it.
Why isn’t he tired?
“Is it okay if I just… do whatever I want with your body?” Drake asks, using his uber-hot bedroom voice.
Like I’m going to dream of declining that offer.
“Whatever, go ahead. I’m going back to sleep.” I barely get my response out when he demolishes my lips.
Again.
I happily smile when he breaks our kiss. His lips trail lower, back to where he was earlier. The way his tongue strokes and probes, it’s somehow gentle and calming... but f*cking good. I have no idea how long he eats me out because I’m going in and out of my sleeping state, but I do wake up when the head of his cock pushes at my entrance as he slowly thrusts all the way in, hitting the very depths of me.
“You’re so tight, you push me back out. I f*cking love it. I love everything about you.” Drake obsesses about me being tight. His breathing, ragged against my neck, before he rams inside my sore entrance again.
I’m gasping for air when he hammers it into me with such force that I think I’m seeing stars. His hands lift my hips, gaining more access, deepening within me.
I tighten at the odd sensation. “Oh my, you’re hitting the wall of my cervix.” I’m not sure if I like it or not. It just feels weird.
“Open your legs wider. I want more of you.” He commands and I nervously follow suit.
Drake is definitely bossy and dominating in bed, but who doesn’t like a man who knows that he’s The Boss? It’s such a turn on.
“The more I f*ck you like this, the easier it will become. You just need to adjust and get used to my size,” he speaks in between thrusts, against my lips. “It’s f*cked up that I’m getting more aroused, knowing you’re this tight. The thought of me stretching you until you can’t take any more of my size, gets me so damn hard. You feel like a virgin, just like that night, tight as a glove around me, as it suctions my cock back into this unused hole.”
Lord, help me.
“I’m not going to stop you. I love…” I cry out when he starts to pummel me harder.
“You love what?” he asks in between kisses.
F*ck.
I f*cking love him.
Still.
After all these years, it is still there, sitting, biding its time until I free it again.
“You drive me crazy. I can’t get enough of you,” I confess a different truth. Drake need not know the other one.
He takes me hard and fast, I come and almost pass out. Drake is still coming. I notice that he didn’t use condoms again. It’s the third time. I really have to remember to speak to him about that.
I’m a blink away from sleep when he kisses my chest, panting. He pushes his cock a few more times. “I hope I’m not too late.”
Shit.
I try to control my breathing because I somehow know that Drake thinks I’m fast asleep. His face is in between my breasts. My heart stops when I hear him again. “I love you. It’s always been you.”
Double shit.
That can’t be true because if he did love me all this time, he could’ve called or visited me, but he didn’t do any of those things. In fact, he simply didn’t do anything.
No, it’s not love. He’s just high on sex hormones.
“Wake up!” Drake nuzzles his nose on the back of my head. His arms held me all night.
“How could you ask me to do that when you kept waking me up so many times last night that I lost count?” I grumble.
I flinch when I feel my overused muscles down south. Shit, it still stings.
When I feel his manhood harden against my back, I’m ready to throw in the towel. “I’m sore. You have to wait.”
He rolls on top of me, grinning. “I did warn you.”
Yeah, he did.
I thought he was just joking. He puts the word insatiable to shame. Drake looks happy. I suppose those orgasms did a good job.
“Stay the entire weekend with me. I already called in sick for both of us.” He suddenly looks unsure. “Just you and me…”
Three more days with Drake… that spells disaster of epic proportion.
Jared. F*ck, I’m supposed to meet him for dinner.
“Okay, I could do that. but I have to do something really quick tonight. Then, I’ll just drive out here. I…”
“You’ve got yourself a deal woman.” Drake’s eyes twinkle as he looks down on me smiling.
“What?” I ask at his grinning face.
He shakes his head. “I just realized how awesome it is waking up with you in bed.”
Oh.
“That’s… nice,” I finally manage to respond after a few seconds of pausing.
“What time do you have to leave?” Drake lightly inquires while his eyes rove over my slightly exposed breasts. He is clearly already distracted.
My breasts are raw and sensitive from his fondling last night, but that doesn’t seem to stop him. I’m relieved when he just uses his tongue, flicking them with it, while his eyes look at me squarely, waiting for me to answer his question.
Crazy man. “I’m hoping to leave around five, and then I’ll be back tonight.”
“Good, good,” Drake whispers as he lowers himself in between my parted thighs.
I tense. Oh, my, freaking gods! When will he stop?!
“Drake! No! I’m sore!” I squawk, out of breath.
The man gives me a wicked smile as he lifts both legs and places them on his back. “I’m just going to eat you out… nothing more, nothing less… Well, unless… you want to do other things, that is. Then, I’m up for it.”
“But…” I linger as the first touch of his tongue delves in between my folds. The ministrations are soft and hot, but he executes with such precision it is mind-numbing. Goodness! Is this his specialty? Likely…
“Drake! Drake!” I bellow, my hand clutching a bunch of his hair as I press my hips against his expert mouth.
My body tightens. My vaginal muscles clench, anticipating release. I half sit-up, loving the sight of Drake in between my legs; it arouses me more than ever. He jolts me when he instantly shakes his head, making his tongue flick back and forth in my wet core.
His eyes dare me to let go and I’m getting there… almost at the finish line. I hear him groan when his hands lift my hips and his fingertips grip my ass.
F*cking. Hell. I pant, watching him as my breasts shake from the small quakes that my body is going through. “Give it to me… I’m almost there…” I beg and beg.
His right middle finger goes underneath his tongue, gathering my wetness in circular motions. I arch my torso with my hands planted straight behind my back as I stare at the ceiling. I bite my lip when I feel that finger slide down on that small line in between my p-ssy and my anus. That finger teases the sensitive line. My body is set on fire when it slides lower, rubbing my backdoor entrance with determined purpose.
“F*ck! Drake!” I protest when his mouth leaves my p-ssy.
“Kiss me,” he whispers, while I blink a few times. His finger is making me feel… “Kiss. Me. Now,” Drake demands, his eyes flashing. With no patience, he pulls my neck and kisses me mercilessly. “Hang on, tight, Babe,” he tells me before he inserts two fingers inside my wet core.
I am under his spell. Whatever this is with Drake, I am so deep in it. I have no clue how to come out alive and in one piece.
“Hang on tight.” Drake’s eyes watch me as those fingers of his frenetically, relentlessly capture my G-spot and hold it ransom. “Come for me, Baby. That’s my girl…” he commands. It’s cruel, mind-blowing and f*cking beautiful.
Yes, beautiful. The crushing tidal wave of my screams as my cataclysmic orgasm surges forth and ripple all over my limp body. It’s so powerful that I have tears in my eyes.
My body is still riding the aftershocks when Drake pulls me into his arms, stroking my hair, he asks, “How are you feeling? You look traumatized.” He gives a small chuckle.
Traumatized, my ass. I am borderline mental and halfway paralyzed. “What the hell was that?” I wonder out loud.
He kisses my forehead. “That, my dear, is what I call a sublime orgasm.”
Sublime orgasm, seriously? “Is that what you specialize in, or something?”
He might be right about traumatized though… I am when it comes to him. Does he realize how long it took me to get over his rejection? Two whole years. I didn’t date until I was twenty. How many women has he done this to? How can a woman move on after him, after this kind of life-altering, blissful perfection? I know I’m f*cked already. Good luck to me, trying to move forward. Sooner or later, I will eventually give Drake up, but it will be done with wrenching difficulty.
“Think of the perks you can get being with me. I’m not a selfish lover. I actually love seeing your entire body blush and sweat profusely from my tongue alone.”
Right… why don’t I just lose my head in the process… since my heart is already unsalvageable? Why don’t we just add that on top on the shit list?
I keep my mouth shut in case I end up saying something I will regret. Funny… eight days… It took only eight days for me to realize that I’m still in love with Drake. After eight years of loathing the man, I just succumb and crumble the second he kisses me.
Drake taught me a lot of things. How to be angry, bitter, insecure, ugliness, rejection and I can go on and on… I suppose, since I am in the shitter, the only thing I can do is be smart with what I tell him. Confessing my ever-lasting love to him is out of the question. I just have to be guarded is all.
I try to move out of his arms, needing space, but he catches my hand, stopping me.
Drake frowns as he watches my demeanor change. “Where are you going? It’s not five yet?”
“Shower, do you mind?”
Drake tries to look unoffended by my sudden aloofness, but it’s not all that hard to see. “Can I share that with you?” he asks lightly.
“Drake… I need space… you’re all over the place. I need some space to think.”
He nods. Without saying a word, he lets go of me. I sag in confusion before I let myself in the bathroom and take a lengthy, hot shower.
I am in the shower for almost an hour. I guess, one can say, I am more than troubled. Since, I don’t have any clothes, any panties or dress to speak of; I hunt for a shirt in Drake’s closet.
His walk-in closet is very masculine. Dark cherry wood with a lot of chrome on black carpet covers most of the design. I almost faint at the smell of the large expanse of room. Drake’s smell permeates the air. My eyes take in all of his clothes and knick-knacks. Different ties, watches and shoes are all displayed in shades. He wasn’t kidding when he mentioned his thing about color coordination. I walk towards a set of drawers and find a large Columbia shirt. I take it out and put it on, then gather my wet hair and bunch it together, making it into a haphazard wet bun. I stride out of his closet and pause. Across from me is another closed door.
Curiosity wins out and I find myself opening the door and flicking the light switch on. I find myself on Shannon’s turf. It’s easy to see that she’s gathered some of her things rather quickly because she still left a lot behind. The size of the closet is the same as Drake’s, but hers is much more feminine. The woman must love purple, a lot, because the closet is full of the color. I cautiously walk in, stopping a foot away from the center table and accessory drawer. On it is a smashed picture frame of them together. They’re in a formal setting, possibly a party. Drake is kissing her as Shannon gazes at the camera, happy and obviously in love.
I stare at them as emotions roll through me. Was I ever that happy with another man? I’ve had three serious boyfriends and they were all great, but I don’t think I was as happy or blissful as the picture portrays. Shannon radiates it. Drake looks smitten, too. Well, I guess, they were in love. I mean, they did plan to get married before Drake broke it off.
Am I his rebound? Tears gather up in my eyes as I look around Shannon’s things. This house is theirs. They have memories in this place.
I don’t know what hurts more; seeing Drake happy with another woman, or that he almost married and had a baby with her. This was the real deal, right here. I better snap out of my love haze before I fall flat on my face.
Wiping my tears away, I look for Drake. I want to go home, but I don’t have a car to drive home with. Instead of solid walls, his house has a large expanse of thick tinted glass. It overlooks the Pacific Ocean, but unlike mine, his is on a cliff with a large rectangular pool and a Jacuzzi. The chic white outlines with black cabanas are a pretty posh addition.
It’s sick, but I can’t help seeing Shannon everywhere I look around this house.
Mocking me.
“Drake?” I call out to the eerie silence of the house. Where the hell did that man go now?
When I get to the kitchen, I find a note. Going to Mom’s to get Skull. He stayed there while we were in Greece. I will be back soon. Miss you. ~ D
Sighing, I wander towards the garage door. I’m surprised that none of my things are on the floor. Where is my purse? I need my phone.
I find my purse on top of the bar in his living room. I hit speed dial without blinking. When I hear my call being picked up, I rapidly speak, “I need your help. I don’t have a ride or clothes for that matter, so I can’t call for a cab without humiliating myself. I need you to pick me up in Malibu…at Drake’s house.”
Masie whistles. “Got yourself in trouble, Miss Goody? Fine, I’ll fish out the details later. Text me the address and I will be there to pick you up and watch you do the walk of shame. I hope last night was worth it, sweetie.” She sounds worried. I would be, too, if the situation was reversed.
I give her my thanks and send her Drake’s address. It’s good to have a friend to count on through this, but Masie and her boyfriend, Nick, both like Jared, a lot. I’m going to catch a lot of hell over this walk of shame.
Jared. I’ll be seeing him tonight. I have to get my shit together because I have to make a decision.