Sweeter Pleasures

by Lyssa Cole

  He soaped my entire body up, the hot water pouring down our backs as he soaped himself up as well. I took the soap from him and began washing him, my hot little hands running all over his body. God he felt so good. I was fucking getting hot and bothered for him all over again. He must have felt the same way because his cock was hard again, and as I rubbed soap all over it, I was dying to taste him.

  We rinsed ourselves off and then I was on him, licking his chest, moving my way down his six pack, tasting and sucking every inch. Drake was all man and muscle and so fucking delicious. As I made my way lower, I licked his belly button and then wrapped my hands around his cock, bringing my lips to the head. Drake moaned loudly and I took him in my mouth, my tongue licking all around his head as I inched lower. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, his length overpowering me, making me think I was going to gag. But I continued on, licking and sucking, moving my way down his shaft and back up again. I sucked hard on the head, tasting his salty pre-cum, while Drake gripped the back of my head tightly, as he watched me from above. He slowly began to fuck my mouth, moving in and out in soft thrusts at first but as he went, he got harder, his pleasure over taking him.

  “Fuck, Bree, that mouth of yours is fucking incredible. You feel so good…”

  His words only spurred me on and I kept sucking, harder and deeper, licking and softly biting. And then the next thing I know, Drake was lifting me from under my arms, up off the shower floor, and pinning me against the shower wall. I wrapped my legs around him to hold on, along with my hands around his neck, and he buried his cock so deep inside me, I swear I could almost feel it in my belly. I cried out, not able to believe we were fucking again and it we were both so ready.

  Drake fucked me against the shower wall until we both came and the water was starting to run cold. Then he shut the shower off, wrapped us in some towels and carried me back to bed. Fuck, I could so get used to this man worshipping me day and night.

  Once Drake had laid me back down in bed, he wrapped his warm body around mine, peppering my face with soft, gentle kisses. From then on, we drifted in and out of sleep and having sex to making love. I couldn’t have been happier if I tried.

  Drake

  I watched her as she slept, her naked body glistening in the moonlight. Our night had been beyond perfect and the guilt only crushed me further. How could I keep her safe? How could I end this? The only way I knew was by ending the hold she had on me.

  The next few weeks flew by in a whirlwind. Drake and I were all over each other, trying to satisfy a need I don’t think we would ever be able to. The girls were just smitten over us. They loved how we carried on working together seamlessly, spending pretty much every night together, then going out with them too.

  Julie was the happiest as I knew she would be. Even though she could be a royal pain in the ass, she just wanted me to be happy and I was happy. The bakery was doing well, Drake was even helping me draft plans for another one though I couldn’t decide on a location just yet, and even my parents met and loved Drake. The only thing was Kyle. He would just not let go. Drake wanted me to get a restraining order but I just felt it was unnecessary drama.

  One night, we ended up having our first fight over Kyle because he showed up to the bakery, unannounced and making a big scene. I knew there was trouble happening as soon as I heard Drake being angry with someone up front. I rushed through the doors, seeing them facing off with each other.

  “You need to leave. She is done with you man. Move the fuck on.”

  “You have no idea what you are talking about,” Kyle shoved his finger in Drake’s face and I could see Drake clenching his fists, trying to hold back his urge to punch him. “She still loves me and she always will. She is just confused right now.”

  “You’re fucking crazy. You think you can cheat on a beautiful woman like that on your honeymoon and still deserve a chance? I don’t even know why she gave you a chance in the first place!”

  That was it. Kyle charged at Drake but one swipe of Drake’s arm, pushed against Kyle’s chest, and Kyle was down on his ass. I shook my head.

  When Kyle got up, he sat down in a chair refused to leave and Drake was ready to bash his face in again. I was able to finally calm him down, with the help of Julie and Liz and get Kyle to leave by threatening to call the police.

  As soon as I stepped into the kitchen, I knew the drama hadn’t ended. “What the fuck, Bree? Just get a restraining order already so this fucker can leave you the fuck alone!” Drake yelled, his anger palpable throughout the room. Liz and Julie snuck out the back and I was left alone to deal with Drake’s anger.

  “It’s not that easy, Drake.” My eyes snapped to his, my own anger starting to course through me.

  “What do you fucking mean, it’s not that easy? You go down to the police station and file a report. I’ll even go with you.”

  He just didn’t understand. If I filed for a restraining order, I would never get my divorce papers signed. But I couldn’t tell Drake that. There was no way I wanted him to know I was still married. He would lose his fucking shit. And things had been going so well.

  “I just don’t want there to be any drama. Please just let me handle this on my own. I’ll go talk to Kyle again and threaten him with it. Maybe that will be enough to get him to back off.” I watched as Drake processed my words but he didn’t seem to be any less angry.

  Drake sighed, his hands running through his hair, a movement I have noticed he does when he is stressed or pissed off. “Okay, Bree, but I don’t like this shit. That man is fucking dangerous. If he were to ever put his hands on you, so help me God…”

  I walked up behind him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing my face to his back. I felt him relax slightly. But of course that wasn’t the end of it. Oh no. Things only got worse.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Drake

  I never expected to meet her. To fall so deeply in love, I couldn’t focus any longer. I needed her to function, to breath, to think. She left an imprint on me so deep, so fucking astoundingly deep, I would never be able to be whole without her again.

  But that’s life. It happens in a flash, a second, a moment. And then it’s changed forever. And Bree was so God damn beautiful, every time I looked at her she stole my breath away. I used to only think this shit happened in movies or that it was for the fucking birds. But when I saw her, I just knew. It was like my world tilted, spinning on its own axis but in a new fucked up way.

  It’s been almost two months now and I only seem to fall harder every day. It seems I couldn’t be happier if I tried. But there is just one problem. I have some secrets and I thought I could keep them hidden away. Away from her and her beauty. She didn’t deserve to hear them, to be tainted and spoiled by them.

  But those secrets were coming back to haunt me, as secrets always seem to do right? And I was afraid…so afraid it was going to destroy everything Bree and I had. I just had to try to protect her from all of it. And hope upon all hopes that she would still see me for who I really am after all was said and done. After I ended her-the person responsible for my secrets.

  It was a warm Monday morning in May, spring finally in full bloom, most of the cold being gone by now. It had been almost two months since Drake came into my life and what a rollercoaster it had been. We both had the day off today and Drake said he was going to be taking me somewhere special. I couldn’t wait to see what he had in store.

  Kyle seemed to be laying off. I went to his house, with Drake waiting in the car the whole time as he refused to let me go alone, and I threatened to get a restraining order and file for divorce without his say. A lawyer had told me there was a way to do that when one side was refusing but it was a hard, lengthy process and it’s just much easier to get both signatures. Kyle told me he would back off but he still refused to sign the papers. He said he thought Drake was just a rebound and once I realized my mistake, I would be crawling right back to him. I laughed in his face and he slammed the door shut just as
I heard a woman call his name from behind him. What a fucking slime ball. I would get those papers signed if I had to ring his fucking neck to get what I wanted.

  When Drake arrived, he pulled me in for a hug, squeezing me so tight I almost couldn’t breathe. He felt tense, like something was wrong and I was instantly flooded with nerves. I pulled away just as he was trying to breath in my scent from my hair. My eyes immediately found his and they were dark and stormy, nothing like I’ve seen before. A million things began to rush through my head and I felt short of breath. “What’s wrong, Drake? Are you okay?”

  He gave me a fake smile, one that didn’t reach his eyes, “I’m fine, Bree. Just had a troubling phone call. My mom isn’t doing well, caught some type of sickness from wherever the fuck they are, and my grandmother is refusing to bring her back here, saying she is too ill to travel.”

  For some reason, I felt Drake was lying to me. Maybe he wasn’t but there was just a feeling. I felt something in my gut by the way he was speaking and his eyes kept darting to the ground when usually he couldn’t tear them away from me. Warning bells and flashing red signs were going off in my head but I tried to push them away. Stop being paranoid, Bree. Maybe he’s worried about his mom and that’s his way of showing it. So all I did was nod my head and rub his back, hoping that the truth would eventually come out.

  Drake had whisked me away to a wine tasting in Boston, our worries forgotten. We sipped endless flavors of wine, both of us getting giggly drunk. They also served bread, cheese, and grapes bringing me back to the night Drake and I were on the beach. I shivered with the memory, heat rushing straight between my legs. This man still got me so hot and bothered just from a pure memory.

  After the wine tasting, we went to a pastry shop on the north side of town, having authentic Italian cannoli and gelato. We fed each other, laughing as the gelato spilled down our face. Drake’s demeanor had changed from earlier and I was glad I was able to take his mind off his troubles. When we were finished, he brought me back to the same beach, my heart exploding, pounding in my ears. It was like he read my mind from earlier. Drake walked me to the same spot where we first made love, laying the same blanket down, placing me gently down on it. And then he worshipped my body like he never has before.

  He peeled each of my articles of clothing off one by one, caressing each newly exposed area with his gentle fingers and molten tongue. My moans of ecstasy were carried off by the breeze of the ocean, the salty air filling our noses, mixing with the scent of each other’s skin.

  Drake was unlike any man I’d ever been with. He treated my body like it was made of gold, like it was the most decadent thing he had ever feasted on. I had had a few one night stands and even a few fuck buddies during the two years between Kyle and Drake and none of them ever made me feel like this. Even Kyle-our sex was good, sometimes even great, but nothing like what I had with Drake. He made me feel like I was the most gorgeous person alive and my body hummed with pleasure whenever he was near me, even to the point where I yearned for him when we weren’t together.

  His tongue was now lapping at my sex, sliding up and down the seam, his whiskers rubbing me in just the right away. Drake’s tongue moved in and out of my hole, then latching onto my clit and sucking hard. I couldn’t control myself any longer; I needed him inside me now. I sat up, panting for breath, pulling on his hair for him to look up at me. When he did, I almost orgasmed right then. His chocolate brown eyes were so dark and hooded and his chin was wet with my arousal.

  “Drake, baby, I need you inside me.” That’s all I had to say. Drake grabbed me by the waist, flipping me onto my stomach. I cried out in surprise. His hands grabbed my waist, pulling my ass into the air.

  “You wanted me inside you, Bree?” I moaned in response as Drake slammed into me, filling me to the hilt. Oh God, Oh my fucking God. We haven’t done it this way before and his cock was touching me in places it never has. I screamed in pleasure as Drake thrusted into me, over and over again.

  “Bree, oh Bree, you feel so fucking amazing. I think I’m…”

  He stopped speaking as he bore into me, his balls slapping my clit every time he thrusted back in. I couldn’t even speak; my mouth was hanging slack, my mind and body lost in the pleasure of it all.

  My orgasm was coming hard and fast and I knew I was going to explode at any moment. Seconds later, my legs are trembling as my orgasm ripped through my entire body. “Fuck, Drake! Holy fuck!” I screamed over and over, my orgasm sending wave after wave of pure bliss straight through me.

  “Bree, you are so fucking good, and you are mine. Only mine.” Drake thrusted into me one last time as he cried out, filling me with his hot cum. We had stopped using condoms about a month ago, both of us clean, and I’m on the pill.

  We collapsed seconds later onto the blanket in a big sweaty heap. I panted as I tried to catch my breath, my entire body sated and spent. Drake looked the same, his eyes now sleepy. “Bree…I…I…”

  “Mmm?” was all I could muster as I waited for him to tell me what he had to say.

  His hands cupped my face, his thumbs brushing across my lips gently. “I’m falling in love with you, Bree.”

  My mind went on a tailspin, a million emotions swirling through me. Tears popped into my eyes, threatening to spill over. “I’m falling in love with you too, Drake.” And then we kissed under the starry beach sky, the waves crashing behind us, until our lips were swollen, and our hearts were full.

  Chapter Sixteen

  It was now Sunday morning and Drake and I had been strolling around town leisurely, soaking up the gorgeous weather. Spring was one of my favorite seasons as the weather was pleasant and not too hot. We had had breakfast in bed and decided to get out for some fresh air.

  Just as we were passing the park by the elementary school, I spotted Kyle coming out of a local convenience store, a girl that looked slightly familiar walking behind him. I couldn’t place where she was from but I swear I had seen her before. I tried to rack my brain as Drake spoke about the bakery and a new bread he wanted to try. He hadn’t spotted Kyle yet but I knew he was going to soon as we were getting ready to pass by the parking lot and he was now standing next to his car with her. Her. Oh my God-her. It was her. Alana! The slut from Hawaii!

  I froze, stopping dead in my tracks. My stomach dropped and I felt like I was going to be sick. What in the ever loving fuck was she doing here?

  Drake had stopped too, his eyes flashing with concern as he looked at me. “Bree? Baby? What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head but couldn’t speak, the hot tears coursing down my cheeks. I was in complete shock, feeling like I got punched in the gut. I couldn’t believe he would bring her here, showing her off right in front of my fucking face.

  Kyle had spotted us now and they were walking toward us. Drake’s body tensed as soon as he saw them, an evil look overtaking his face.

  Alana spoke first, coming to stand right before Drake. “At last, we meet. I’ve been trying to find you, you know. You disappear, changing your number, and you think I’m going to be happy with that?”

  Wait…what? I looked back and forth between Alana and Drake as I tried to figure out the puzzle. They know each other? They fucking know each other?

  Drake kept glancing at me nervously, while Kyle looked on with the biggest sarcastic smirk on his face. I wanted to fucking kick him in his face.

  I tried to form words, so I could ask Drake questions but I couldn’t get them out, they were stuck in my throat, as I choked down sob after sob.

  “What’s wrong? Bree? Is it?” Alana’s voice pierced me, making me feel sick and cold all over. “You didn’t know your new boyfriend here knows me?” Her eyes grew dark, evil almost, and then she let out the worst laugh I have ever heard. I wanted to smack a bitch and smack her hard. “Oh honey, we go way back. I’m surprised Drakey here didn’t tell you?”

  I looked at Drake and he wasn’t saying anything, his face full of hurt and pain. Alana turned towards him, looking like sh
e was ready to sink her claws in. “Oh wait, Drake, you…you didn’t know I knew Bree here huh? Well this is just fucking funny. It keeps on getting better and better.” Alana laughed manically, her whole face looking like such an evil bitch. “I guess we seem to share the same men, Bree.”

  That was it; that was all it took, that last remark. I was on her like a cat in heat. I jumped on her, causing her to fall to the grass on her back. I screamed and scratched her hair while Drake tried to pull me off her. But he couldn’t. I was too angry and strong. I went fucking crazy on her face, punching her, pulling her hair, scratching her face. All I saw was red fury and I had to unleash it.

  “Bree! Stop! Bree!!” Drake was yelling as he finally was able to pry me off her. Alana scooted backwards, trying to get away as blood poured down her nose and mouth. I flailed my arms as I tried to get away from Drake. I needed to get the fuck away from him. Away from all of these sick people. Kyle was now crouching over Alana trying to soothe her but he never once tried to break up the fight.

  I turned and began to run back towards my house, anywhere to get away from them. Thank fuck I wore my jeans and sneakers this morning.

  “Bree! Wait! Wait baby! Let me explain!!”

  I turned on him, my anger boiling over. “Explain what Drake? That you fucking know that woman who my husband cheated on me with on our fucking honeymoon in Hawaii?” I spat, my fury pouring out of me.

  Drake’s eyes clouded over. “Wait, what? Husband?”

  “Yes! Husband! Well separated! Kyle and I would be divorced if he would just sign the fucking papers!”

  “Why didn’t you tell me you were still married?”

  “Does it really matter? I’m not with him! We are separated! So what the fuck Drake? Stop changing the fucking subject! How the fuck do you know that slut? And why was she trying to contact you?”