“Fuck, baby.” I run my hand along her ass. “You feel so good.”
“Mmm…” She moans, digging her elbows into the mattress.
Her skin is so soft that I can’t stop touching her. Testing her limits, I give her a quick tap that earns me a delighted squeal from her lips. Now that I know she likes it, I do it again, rubbing away the pink mark left behind by my hand.
“Harder,” she urges. “Ooh… Drake…”
Complying with her request, I push my cock further, her pussy tightening around me. She moans my name followed by another squeal when my big hand covers her ass cheek. Testing her again, I move my thumb to her tight hole. With a little bit of pressure, her entire body tenses. She’s writhing beneath me, exploding around me as she comes all over my cock again.
After she loses control, her body settles down, and I’m right behind her, chasing the peak of my climax. My cock throbs, and her pussy tightens around me in response. The last jerk of my body drains the life from me.
Exhausted, I collapse on top of her. Beads of sweat drip off my forehead and onto hers. Our bodies are slick, the heat from our skin leeching into each other.
Planting soft kisses along her jaw, I slowly make my way up to her lips.
“What did you do to me right before you came?” She seems confused.
“You mean with my thumb?”
She nods.
“Did you like it?”
“Yes,” she says out of breath. “I was so close to coming and then you did that and it was like, ‘bam!’”
I suck her bottom lip into my mouth. “Good, I’ll do it again.”
“Where did you learn that?”
I stop kissing her for a second to stare into her eyes. “You want the real answer?”
She tilts her head to the side, a wicked smirk on her lips. “Um, yeah.”
“Porn,” I admit.
She chuckles. “You watch a lot of porn?”
I shrug. “Not really. A normal amount, I guess. Not as much since I met you.”
“How come?”
“Because now I think of you when I stroke my cock.”
“Do you still have the video?”
I cock an eyebrow at her. “Why, you wanna watch it?”
“Maybe,” she hisses.
I hug her against my chest and kiss her forehead. “Well, maybe I’ll fuck you again while we watch other people fuck.”
“Oh, Drake…” she fists my hair between her fingers, forcing our eyes to meet, “… you’re such a bad boy.”
I give her one of my boyish smirks. “Is that a no?”
She flashes an evil grin.
I dip my head down to kiss her lips. “So, it’s a yes?”
Taylor turns her head to the side for me to kiss her neck. “Yes, Drake. Show me all the dirty things you’ve learned that you want to do to me.”
Excitement brews inside me, her words sending me over the edge. My cock is hard again. And when I turn on the flat screen and hit play on the video, she’s ready to pounce, begging me to take her again. So, I do. For the rest of the night.
Chapter Nineteen
Taylor
Even with two players out for the championship, the Strickland Senators are crushing it on the ice. Preston sits in the stands with us next to Bex, cheering on his team with a sadness in his eyes that makes me feel for him. He beat the shit out of Kellan to defend Bex, and now he’s forced to watch his team win another Frozen Four from the stands.
“C’mon, Drakey,” Sydney says at my side with her hands folded in front of her face. She’s biting down so hard on her lip she might draw blood.
Chloe is on her left next to Carter, who’s hunched forward with his big hands cupping his knees, his gaze fixed on the final game of Drake’s college career. Neither of them has spoken for the last few minutes.
“Yes,” I say under my breath as I watch Drake make another save. “Good job, baby.”
A mixture of grunts, groans, and cheers echo throughout the crowd.
I’m so proud of him. Drake has been on point this year. His save percentage exceeded last year’s before the regular season was even over. And now, he’s killing it in the post season. Since the start of regionals, he’s only given up a handful of goals.
There are thirty seconds left on the game clock, and I’m holding my breath for every second of it. Bex squeezes both Preston’s hand and mine, her grip so tight it could break my fingers.
I hate freezing my ass off. The cold from the rink normally sends a shiver down my spine. But with a mixture of anxiety and adrenaline flooding through my veins, a rush of heat washes over me in waves. My skin burns, a warmth spreading to my cheeks. I hold Bex’s hand, keeping the other clenched at my side, praying the Senators can force the win.
When the buzzer sounds throughout the event center, the crowd erupts into chaos. I turn to hug the shit out of Bex before doing the same to Sydney. Preston has a grin on his face. It must be hard to watch the team he once led win another Frozen Four without him. But I know he’s happy for all of his teammates, though.
“I’m taking everyone out to dinner to celebrate,” Carter says looking down the row at Bex, Preston, and me.
“I want steak and lobster,” Chloe chimes.
Bex smiles. She couldn’t care less what we eat. Preston nods, still staring at the ice to cheer on his team. He grunts something to Bex, though I can’t make out the words.
“Count me in,” I say, unable to stop smiling.
Sydney hooks her arm through mine and hugs me against her side. “You’ve been so good for my baby. I’m happy Drake has you. Have either of you given any thought to what you’re going to do after graduation?”
I frown at the thought of spending a single day without Drake in my life. “No, not yet.”
We graduate in a few weeks. The clock is ticking down on our time together, though neither of us has given it any thought. Considering the distance between us, we should have talked more about how we’re going to navigate our futures. I already accepted my position at UC Berkeley for the fall semester, and Drake has his professional hockey career to think about.
Suddenly, my mood shifts, now mirroring the gloomy demeanor Preston has maintained for most of the game.
I need to talk Drake later, after I show him his surprise.
After dinner, I rush upstairs to the hotel room. Drake stayed behind at the lobby bar with his family and teammates. So, I took that as my opportunity to get ready for him.
Drake went all out for the occasion. The penthouse suite is larger than any house I’ve ever lived with my family. Like his house, it’s pristine and over-the-top, a blend of creams and whites shined to perfection. Everything looks and smells expensive. Hell, there’s even a bidet in the bathroom.
Discarding my jeans and sweater, I quickly slip into the navy lingerie with white bows I bought in hopes his team would win the championship. I couldn’t help myself. It was too much fun to match his team’s colors. Paired with white knee-high stockings that attach to a garter, I look like I could be his naughty team mascot.
Staring at myself in the mirrored walls behind the oversized bed, I know he will love me in this. The entry door slams behind Drake, and when I hear him approaching the double doors that lead to the master bedroom, I sit on the mattress and spread my legs.
He stops dead in his tracks shoving his hand through his dark hair. “Damn, baby.” Starting at my face, his eyes rake over every inch of my body.
“You like?” I ask in a playful tone, allowing my bra strap to fall down my arm. “I bought this for you.”
“I love,” he hisses. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.” His eyes meet mine with so much fire and intensity behind his blue irises that my body trembles. “Fuck, I’m one lucky bastard.”
Drake kicks off his sneakers and steps out of his track pants, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor as he makes his way to the bed. My lips part when he slips his shirt over his head, revealing his thick, muscular chest. I rub m
y hand along the hard ridges of his abs and slowly make my way down to the hem of his boxers.
“You were amazing tonight, Drake. Your performance should be rewarded.” I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs open further. “Now, come claim your prize.”
“Mmm,” he says, fixing his gaze between my thighs. A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Your pussy is better than any trophy I’ve ever won.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Just my pussy?”
Drake slides his boxers over his hips, his cock long and hard. I reach out to feel his length between my hands for a second before he climbs on top of me, covering me with his massive frame.
“You, Taylor,” he grunts as his hands roam over my body. “You’re the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced.” His lips graze my neck, making my toes curl in the process. “And the reward… so fucking worth it.” His tongue rolls over my skin, and I moan in response. “I love you,” he whispers. “Every inch of you.”
“I love you, too,” I groan, hooking my legs around his back. His lips meet mine, and when our tongues touch, we’re all passion and heat. A fire brews between us that sets my skin ablaze.
He tears at my lacy panties, and with how hard he pulls, he rips them off me. “Oh, Drake,” I moan, so damn turned on my juices pool between my thighs.
Positioning himself between my legs, he inches his cock into my wetness, taking more than I’m used to all at once. He fills me up, his cock thrusting deeper inside me. I claw at his back, my nails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace. He’s more aggressive, hungrier for me than normal. It must be all the adrenaline bottled up from winning another big game.
He raises my right leg over his shoulder and kisses the inseam of my thigh. The angle changes with Drake now buried so deep inside me I swear he’s broken through my inner walls. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoots through my body.
I’m used to Drake and his monster cock, but that doesn’t make it any easier to adjust to him. It takes some time, and once we work together, our rhythmic movements so perfectly timed, all of the pain turns to pure pleasure.
After he makes me come a few times, our bodies are slick with sweat. He leans forward, and his cock pulses as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I’m so close to the edge, about ready to burst from the orgasm that washes over me like crashing waves. I ride my high, and Drake chases his.
He comes so hard his body shakes through mine. One final jerk rips a loud guttural groan from his lips. It’s so animalistic and manly that my pussy clenches around his throbbing cock. Drake collapses on top of me, still trembling. He presses a kiss to my lips before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Cupping the side of my face, he moves one last time inside me. My core aches for more of him.
He pulls out and rolls onto his side of the bed with a loud sigh. “Holy shit, babe. That was some prize.”
I laugh and curl up against him, our juices spilling down my inner thighs. “We have to savor these moments together. Pretty soon we won’t see each other every day.”
This time, he sighs but for a different reason. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair to push it off his forehead. It sticks up in sexy spikes that make me wonder why he doesn’t gel his hair this way.
“We’ll figure it out,” he promises. “The distance doesn’t matter. I’ll find a way to make it work. My parents did it for years with my dad on the road all the time. So, I know it can be done.”
“I don’t want you to waste money coming out to California all the time.”
“Our situation is only temporary,” he breathes. “I’ll spend summers in California with you. I can buy an apartment near Berkeley for you to live. The time in between we can figure out as it comes.”
“You’re not buying me an apartment, Drake.”
He bites his bottom lip, giving me an annoyed look. “Fine, I’ll buy myself an apartment. You can live there when I’m not around.”
“That’s not necessary,” I admit. “I can live off-campus.”
“I’ll need somewhere to stay when I come to visit. Just let me buy us an apartment. You can live there, okay?” He gives me one of his boyish smirks. “Problem solved. That kills two birds with one stone.”
“How are we going to handle this? Most relationships don’t make it long distance.”
“Good thing we’re not most people,” he growls. “I will do anything for you, Taylor, and I mean anything.” He sits up, his back pressed against the headboard as he pulls me with him. “So, you just tell me what you need, and it’s yours.”
“What if you get drafted by the Flyers? You’ll be in Philly, and I’ll be three thousand miles away.”
It’s not that I doubt our relationship is strong enough to make it work, but I am worried about the toll it will take on both of us. I don’t want him to lose his focus worrying about me.
“The NHL Draft isn’t for another two more months. You don’t have to be in California until August. Come stay with me for the summer.”
“At the White House?” I joke. His family’s estate is so insane, it’s hard to think of it as an actual house people live in.
He laughs, hugging me hard. “Yeah. We’ll have plenty of space. My mom can be a pain sometimes, but she won’t bother us. Promise. We won’t be there that much, anyway. After graduation, we’ll take a trip out to California to find a place to live.”
“Okay,” I say, my cheeks hurting from how much I’m smiling. “Thank you, Drake. I was so worried when your mom asked me earlier about our plans, but I’m glad you have it all figured out.”
“I knew I wasn’t letting you go the second I had you.”
I cock an eyebrow at him. “So, you’ve had this mapped out all along?”
He smirks. “When I want something, I don’t stop until I get it.” His lips trace over my jaw, and he tilts my head to the side, whispering against my neck. “And I always knew you were mine.”
Chapter Twenty
Drake
I lead Taylor through the house with my hand on her lower back, tempted to slide it to her ass. But the realtor is beside us, staring over at me every few seconds. She hasn’t stopped checking me out. Taylor hasn’t noticed yet. Thank God for that. She would have a fit if she saw the eye-fucking this chick is sending my way.
I ignore her, pulling Taylor close to my side and steer her into the master bedroom. “What do you think?”
She peeks up at me and flashes a set of white teeth, her smile so wide it reaches up to her blue eyes. “I like it. But it’s expensive… for the size.”
“I know you don’t have any issues with size,” I whisper against her ear, and she laughs. “Could you see yourself living here?”
She bobs her head. “Yes, I think so.”
“You think?”
“Drake,” she sighs. “You don’t have to spend this kind of money, so I have a place to stay while I’m at school. It’s too much.”
“This is for us,” I hedge. “Even if it’s only a temporary arrangement.”
“The resale value in this area is excellent,” Monica, our realtor, says with a bright smile. She flicks her blonde hair off her shoulder and strolls toward us. “You can easily recoup your money in a few years.”
“We’ll take it,” I tell her.
“Excellent.” She beams with delight, clapping her hands together. “Let’s head back to my office, and we’ll draw up the paperwork.”
Monica exits the bedroom, and we stay behind to check out the room once more. The house is vacant, the current owner now living on the other side of the country. While the house is too large for Taylor to live here alone most of the time, I want her to be comfortable. And compared to my parents’ house, this place is a shack.
Taylor checks out the walk-in closet which is large enough to fit a king-size bed, and I follow behind her.
“Thank you, Drake.” She wraps her arms around me and rests her head on my chest. “You didn’t have to do this. I don’t even know what else to say. I have no way of ever r
epaying you.”
“All I need is you,” I confess, planting a kiss on top of her head. She smells of the pear shampoo she likes, the scent filling my nostrils. “As long as you’re happy, so am I.”
She slides her hands to my waist and glances up at me, lips parted. “You never cease to amaze me, Drake Donovan. I wish everyone at school knew how wrong they were about you.”
“The only person whose opinion matters to me is yours. I couldn’t give a shit what anyone else thinks.”
I dip my head down to take her bottom lip into my mouth. She moans as I slip my tongue inside. Our kiss is soft yet passionate, though there’s an intense hunger that’s always present between us. Chasing after Taylor was the best decision I ever made. And now, we’re one step closer to starting our life together.
I want to puke as I wait in the crowd for my name to be called, hoping that all of my hard work will finally pay off. The event center is a mob of people, the Draft in the second round and tensions are high. With each name they call, my heart slams into my chest. My body trembles from the nerves shaking through me, but I do my best to still my hand that Taylor’s clutching for dear life.
Her body is rigid, and her jaw is set so hard it looks like it could pop from its sockets. She’s been a nervous wreck all week despite her best efforts to hide it from me. We moved into our new house last week, which only added to the stress. I hired a decorator to take Taylor’s mind off everything, though I’m not sure she likes picking out paint colors enough to distract her from the fact we might not see each other for a while.
No matter what happens, we’ll figure it out. Taylor has five more years at Berkeley before she can become a psychologist. Her dream is just as important as mine. I would never ask her to stop pursuing her career path when I have every intention of following mine. I know firsthand with my parents that long distance relationships can work. They did it for most of my childhood without any issues.
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