Defending Donovan

by Jillian Quinn

  As the buzzer sounds to signify the end of the fourth quarter, Drake gives me a wicked grin that makes my core clench.

  Standing in the middle of Drake’s bedroom, I watch as his eyes travel over my bare thighs. Dressed in his jersey that falls down to my knees, and nothing else, I tug at the seam to slide it up my legs. The navy and white fabric scratch my peaked nipples. It’s not as comfortable as a basketball jersey, though after tonight, I don’t want to wear anyone’s number on my back other than his.

  “How do I look?” My voice is low and sensual.

  “Perfect.” He licks his lips, leaning his head against his headboard, his long legs stretched out on the bed. His hand moves to his crotch, and he cups his massive erection. “Now, take it off for me. I’d rather see my jersey on my floor… and you naked.”

  Taking my time, I sway my hips to a silent beat and stroll over to the bed, slowly inching the fabric up my stomach and finally over my head. I drop it on the floor behind me, my body on display for Drake.

  “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Drake hisses.

  His eyes rake over every inch of my body, and if it were anyone else, I would feel self-conscious. But since it’s Drake, my breathing is even, there’s not an ounce of hesitation or nervousness flowing through me. He gets on his knees and crawls to the edge of the bed reaching out to touch me.

  I step forward and gasp when his hand makes contact with my stomach. His warmth leeches into my skin producing an overwhelming sensation that goes straight to my pussy. An electric pulse hums between us, the air so thick with sexual tension and desire I can hardly breathe.

  “Drake,” I whisper as his hand dips between my legs. He slides his finger along my slit, teasing me as he stares into my eyes and makes slow, deliberate movements. “Mmm…” I can’t even get out the words when his long finger slides inside me. It doesn’t take much to fill me up. My tightness compared to his big fingers easily takes me to the edge.

  He’s still dressed in the Sixers jersey and jeans he wore to the game. So, I lift the shirt up his rock- hard stomach and push it over his head. Next is the white tee he has on underneath. Once I have him shirtless, I run my hand over his sculpted abs. The combination of his fingers sliding in and out of me paired with the desire written all over his face takes me one step closer to finding my release.

  “I’m ready,” I whimper, the words coming out in ragged breaths. A brush of heat washes over my body in waves.

  “For what?” he asks as I hit the peak of my climax, clamping down hard on his fingers as I come.

  I cup his shoulders with my hands, a little off balance from the sheer force of my orgasm.

  Climbing onto his lap, I straddle his muscular thighs and whisper against his lips, “I want you to be my first.” I stare into his perfect blue eyes and finish, “I didn’t tell you how I felt the other day. I love you, Drake. I told you I wanted to wait to have sex with someone I love, and it’s you.”

  His big hand palms the back of my head. “I love you, too, Taylor.” A shiver runs down my arms from his breath on my lips. “Are you sure? We can wait if you’re not—”

  “Yes,” I say without hesitation. “But take it slow at first. Okay?”

  He flips me onto my back so fast I don’t even have time to realize what’s happening. “I promise.” His hand grazes my cheek, his fingers so long and rough against my skin. Sucking my bottom lip into his mouth, he rocks his hips into mine.

  When I reach between us to fumble with the button of his jeans, he slides off the bed, quickly disposing of his pants and boxers. His cock is so long and hard I panic when I think of taking all of him.

  He climbs onto the bed and resumes his place between my spread thighs.

  “Drake,” I say as he bends down to kiss my neck, planting soft pecks down to my collarbone. He peeks up at me, waiting for me to speak. “I’m on the pill. So, you know, you don’t have to use anything.”

  We’re both virgins, and I’ve been on the pill since I was fifteen to regulate my period. It’s not like he can knock me up.

  He nods, but there’s a bit of apprehension in his eyes. I wonder if he’s nervous and hiding it well. While I might be ready, I’m still terrified of his big cock. I mean, seriously, will it even fit? I guess there’s only one way to find out.

  Drake kisses his way down to my chest, his hand engulfing my left breast as he takes my right nipple into his mouth and sucks on it. His teeth tease the tiny bud, the pad of his thumb rolling over the other. I’m putty in Drake’s very skilled hands, practically squirming beneath him.

  His mouth closes over my other nipple. He sucks so hard this time it rips a moan from my lips. After he gives each breast careful attention, he inches his way down my stomach, dragging his tongue along my hot flesh. His movements are so slow and deliberate I wonder if he’s purposely taking his time or trying to drive me to the brink of madness.

  Gripping my ass cheeks with his big, strong hands, he rolls his tongue over my clit. The warmth from his tongue combined with his breath on my pussy sends a ripple of pleasure from head to toe.

  Threading my fingers through his hair, I maintain a good grip, keeping him right where I want him. Drake’s tongue slips between my slick folds. He laps up my juices like he needs another taste to survive, each kiss of my pussy driving me insane. If he’s as skilled with his dick as he is with his fingers and tongue, he may very well kill me.

  After I come undone, my body is trembling. Drake peeks up at me from between my thighs and glides his tongue along his bottom lip to lick the rest of my juices clean.

  He makes room for himself between my thighs, fisting his long, hard cock in his hand as he stares down at me. My chest rises and falls with each moment that passes. The intensity in his gaze sets my skin on fire.

  Lining his cock up at my entrance, he drags the tip along my slit. “Are you sure?”

  His voice wavers when he speaks, and I realize something. It’s not that Drake isn’t sure of himself. No, that’s not the case at all. He’s so afraid of having a repeat of his past with me that he’s psyching himself out. This is his way of giving me an excuse to change my mind. But I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.

  “Yes, I’m sure.” Placing my hand on his chest, I suck in a deep breath. “Drake, you can’t break me, remember that.”

  “Yes, I can,” he hisses.

  “It’s just you and me, okay?”

  When he closes his eyes and sucks in a deep breath, I know he’s going to that dark place he visits every time he’s tried to have sex. He can’t move on with his life if he doesn’t find a way to push forward. So, it’s my job to make him see that he can’t hurt me, at least not on purpose.

  “Drake, I love you.” I reach between us and guide the tip of his cock inside me, and when I do, Drake’s eyes snap open. “I trust you.”

  With so few words, his resolve seems to fade, and his eyes flicker with acknowledgment. A deep guttural groan escapes from his lips. I cry out from the pressure of him breaking through my inner walls.

  He takes the lead now, with only part of him nestled inside me. There’s no way he can put the whole thing in the first time. He’s close to thirteen inches, more than twice the average size. Every inch he takes produces an intense rush of pain followed by extreme pleasure. It’s the weirdest feeling ever, but I love every second of it.

  Drake brushes the hair from my forehead and kisses me. “Are you okay, baby?” He whispers the words against my lips, his breath warming my cheeks. I nod, and he continues, “How does it feel?”

  “Good,” I moan, digging my fingers into his biceps. “Sooo good…”

  He slowly slides in and out of me, staring down at our bodies joined together. “Can you handle more? I’m only halfway in.”

  Holy shit. And here I thought when I felt my inner walls tearing apart that he’d managed to take more than I had expected.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Keep going.”

  Despite the pa
in, it feels too good to stop.

  Drake takes both of my thighs and holds them tight against his chest. At this angle, he slides in deeper with little effort, though I’m feeling even more pressure with each inch he takes. He picks up the pace, his eyes lidded and filled with lust. My man looks at me like he wants to conquer me, rule my body and claim me. And he’s doing just that.

  Careful not to take too much, Drake maintains a pace that gives both of us the high we’re so desperately chasing. He stretches me out, my insides clenching as I tighten my hold on his thick cock. A brush of heat spreads down my arms and legs. I’m warm all over, the sensation so intense it commands control of me.

  Still holding my legs with his right arm, he bends forward to pinch my nipple between his fingers, changing the position in the process. He’s even deeper now, my pussy sore from how much he’s stretching me open. I wonder how much more I can take, and if it is possible for him to break me.

  I come again, digging my fingers into his bicep hard enough to leave a mark. He groans, his body shuddering in the process. His cock pulses inside me, the feeling so intense I swear I could come again. Drake moans my name as his body jerks one last time, and then he collapses on top of me.

  Our bodies are pressed together and slick with sweat. I can taste the saltiness on his lips when he sucks my bottom lip into his mouth. He kisses me softly and with so much passion my head spins. When our lips finally separate, he peeks into my eyes, his cock still buried inside me.

  “I,” he says while kissing the corner of my mouth, “love,” he finishes as his lips graze my jaw, “you.”

  “I love you so much, Drake.” I take a handful of his dark hair between my fingers and give it a good tug that earns me one of his sexy smirks.

  After he gives me a few more tender kisses, he inches out of me. My core aches from the loss of him.

  Drake rolls onto his side and hooks his arm around my back, hugging me against his side. I press my hand to his sweaty chest and sigh as he runs his fingers through my hair. This moment is absolute perfection. Everything I ever could have imagined for my first time. And with Drake, it was so much more.

  “How do you feel?” he asks me, his voice so deep and guttural it sends a shiver down my arms.

  “I don’t know.” I shrug against him. “Like I just had sex for the first time.” Dragging my nails along his chest, I glance up at him. “How about you? You seemed to be able to work through everything from the past.”

  “At first, it was hard,” he admits. “But once you said you love me and that you trust me, I knew it would be different with you… and it was.” Drake kisses the top of my head. “I’m glad you made me wait, Taylor. You are worth every second of it.”

  Tears flood my vision from his confession. “So am I. You never would have appreciated me the way you do if I gave it up right away.”

  “More like I worship you,” he growls, stroking my cheek with his fingers. “And if you can handle more, I’d like to show you how much.”

  I giggle in response, tilting my head to the side for him to kiss my neck. Drake rolls me just enough so he can position himself behind me. And when I feel his long, hard length between my legs, a soft moan escapes from deep inside my belly.

  “Show me,” I whisper.

  He does what I command for the rest of the night, living up to his promise until I fall asleep with my head on his chest and his strong arm draped over me like a warm blanket.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Taylor

  The crowd always cheers for the home team. But we’re not giving them much reason to cheer. Some people hoot and yell for the Strickland Senators. It must be out of a sense of obligation because our twenty-five-point deficit at the top of the fourth quarter isn’t giving them a whole hell of a lot to care about.

  Yep, we suck balls tonight. Even though we have the home-court advantage, we’re playing like shit. Not a single person has their head in the game—myself included.

  Drake and a few of his teammates are in the stands watching this clusterfuck of a nightmare. Bex, as usual, is on her A game. She’s always on point when it comes to showing off her talent on the court. A few others are keeping pace with her. Though, the ongoing tension between Jackie and me has killed the mojo for a fair share of our teammates.

  My own teammate, of all people, keeps hitting me on purpose. A slight tap with her elbow or an alleged accidental hand to the back of my head has my blood pressure through the roof. She’s working my last nerve, intentionally throwing the ball where I can’t reach it and blocking shots I should have made on purpose.

  After another whistle is blown, Coach Vaughn benches both of us. This is all her fault. Jackie’s so damn jealous of Drake and me that she hasn’t stopped acting like a total psycho. I’ve put up with this shit from her since after the Thanksgiving break, and I’m sick of it.

  Once we’re on the sidelines, Jackie approaches me again. She looks out into the crowd where Drake and his friends have gathered three rows up from the court right behind our bench. Is she doing this to get his attention? The only reason he’s even looking over here is because of me, not her skank ass.

  “When Drake fucked me…” Jackie leans forward, bending down to touch her toes, her ass sticking up in the air. To everyone else, it looks like she’s tying her shoe. “He bent me over like this… and then he…”

  Unable to control my rage, I slam the heel of my sneaker into her stupid ass. She flies a few feet in front of us, her cheek hitting hard against the hardwood floor.

  “You stupid bitch,” I growl, following behind her. “He’s mine. He wouldn’t touch you with a ten-foot pole and someone else’s dick.”

  Jackie crawls across the floor, and then hops to her feet, her jaw set in anger. She balls her hands into fists in front of her.

  I laugh in her fucking face.

  “You think you know him so well, Taylor. Think again. He’s been with everyone on campus. You’re not special.”

  She has no idea what she’s talking about. Only I know the real Drake Donovan.

  “You’re just mad that he blew you off,” I hiss, my hands now fisted at my sides.

  She rushes toward me, and before she can get a clean hit on me, I grab her by the arm and twist it behind her back. Breathing against her cheek, I yank it harder. “Keep talking shit about Drake and me, and the next time, I’ll break it.”

  I’ve trained for this moment with my father. Everything I know about martial arts he’s taught me. He prepared me for people like Jackie.

  Our fight ends with someone wrapping strong arms around me. The scent of clean linen and Drake’s aftershave fills my nostrils. It’s a scent I love so much I’ve burned it into my brain. He drags me away from Jackie, my shoes screeching along the floor. Once we’re at a safe distance from her, he sets me on the floor, placing his hand on my shoulder to stabilize me.

  “I don’t know if I should be mad or thankful,” I say through gritted teeth. Spinning around to face him, I suck in a deep breath. “I had that under control.”

  He rolls his eyes and sighs loudly. “No, you didn’t. You were two seconds from breaking your teammate’s arm. And for what reason?”

  “She said you fucked her. That bitch was bending over to demonstrate to me how you took her from behind.”

  “You know I never…” His gaze lowers as he blows out a breath of air, tugging at the ends of his dark hair. “C’mon, Taylor. Why would you even entertain that shit from her when you know the truth?”

  Tears flood my vision, but I do my best to blink them away. “Whether it’s true or not it still fucking hurts, Drake. I shouldn’t have to deal with this shit. First, it was The Queen and now this? Is it going to keep happening?”

  As I spot Coach Vaughn strolling over toward us, I slip away from Drake’s grasp and head toward the exit to the gymnasium. I don’t want anyone to see me cry. The tears are right there, ready to spill at any moment. It’s bad enough the entire gym just saw me literally kick Jackie’s
ass.

  I should have controlled my anger. My dad taught me better than to blow up the way I did. When it comes to Drake, I lose my shit. I can’t handle anyone talking badly about him.

  He follows me into the desolate back hallway that leads to the women’s locker rooms. “Taylor, where are you going? You can’t run away from your team just because she’s jealous of you.”

  I stop dead in my tracks and turn around to face him. When I look into his deep blue eyes, I can’t formulate another thought. Just having him here when I feel like I’m losing my mind instantly calms me.

  Fisting his shirt between my fingers, I pull him to me. He closes the distance between us, and within seconds, he has my back against a wall of lockers. An awkward silence passes between us for a few seconds as we stand there breathing against each other’s lips.

  “I hate her,” I spit out. “She’s doing this to get under my skin. I know I shouldn’t let her get to me, but she reminds me so much of that girl who tormented me when I lived in Texas. Those were some of the worst years of my life.”

  “You came out of that situation on top,” Drake mutters and then takes my bottom lip into his mouth to suck on it. “I know you, Taylor. You’re not the type of person who walks away from a challenge. So, get your sexy ass back on that court and help your team pull this game out of the gutter before I have to bend you over my knee and spank your ass.”

  “You’re such a bad boy,” I whisper as our eyes meet. “See, the thing is I like the idea of you spanking me too much to get my sexy ass back on that court.”

  He laughs, slipping his fingers between mine. I don’t argue when he leads me down the hallway. And I don’t hesitate when he forces me to rejoin my team on the bench.

  Drake finds his place among his friends in the stands, his eyes on me the entire time. Not once does he look away from me, and I play better because of it. Because I know that Drake will always be there to help me find my way. And I will always be there to do the same for him.