by JC Szot
Kelly let her fingers skate over the shimmering silk. She picked up the robe, following the sound of running water.
The bathroom was the largest she’d ever seen. Rainforest-green tiles and soft peach colors were the backdrop to a large, sunken circular tub. The suds grew into lustrous peaks. Bubbles slithered over bubbles as if they were alive, the tub nearing its capacity. Kelly quickly leaned in and turned off the copper spigots. Steam coated the tall panes of glass that ensured another gorgeous view.
Kelly felt her brow wrinkle in confusion, unsure of when Drake would return. She fumbled with the zipper on her jeans, her hands shaking. A decadent dinner that’d settled nicely now swirled around in her stomach.
Leaving her clothing draped over a chair that sat on the side of a long, marble vanity, she caught her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples were hard, protruding, and hungry. She stood on the plush bathmat and carefully lifted one leg, stepping into the heated, frothy water. Kelly sat down, feeling the warmth rise around her. Her hair drank in the water like thirsty grass. She tipped her head back, the cool porcelain icing the back of her neck.
“Oh God,” she sobbed. Her outspoken cry echoed through the tiled room. She let her body go loose, relishing the heat and steam. Never again did she think she’d ever feel the contentment that came with luxury such as this.
She’d only had it once. After a devastating night at the tables, she’d treated herself to an executive suite at the casino, only to mourn over the credit card bill that’d come later. Her eyes drooped, anesthetized by the heat. The light behind her lids darkened into a deeper shade. Kelly turned her head, gazing through lowered lashes. Her lips parted on a long sigh at the sight of Drake standing before her, beautifully nude and holding two champagne flutes.
“Are you comfortable?” he asked, his inquiry a hoarsened whisper.
Kelly felt her lips pull into a sedated grin. “How could I not be?” Her words were choked. A flood of feelings overwhelmed her. Awkwardness fought to push through, spoiling the calm that the heat had provided. Drake handed her the fluted glass. Tiny bubbles rose to the surface of the chilled beverage.
“May I join you?” he asked.
Kelly sipped from the elegant champagne flute. Crisp, cold bubbles prickled down her throat, chilling her insides before everything ignited out of her control. Drake was stunningly handsome.
Corded muscles and raised veins ran over his tight flesh. He was art. Curved biceps and sloped thighs only enhanced the decadent gift that was the focal point of any man, nestled below an abdomen that she could bounce a quarter off of.
His cock was at full mast, stretched outward, its ribbed flesh smoothing with energy and strength. Splashes of inky hair sprouted from his skin right where it should be. His nipples were perfect, like the delicious beans of an exotic coffee she wanted to nibble and chew on.
Kelly set her drink down on the wide rim of the tub and scooted out of his way. Drake’s eyes held hers as he gracefully stepped into the tub. He lowered himself into the water and reclined back. Water ran over the rim, slapping the tiled floor, as their bodies shifted. His hands steered her shoulders, pulling her back into his chest. Their heat joined, enveloped by the water. His voice went deeper, reverberating into her back.
“I want you to relax. I feel your joints tightening. That’s not the goal I have in mind,” he said softly, kissing that responsive spot behind her ear. “Easy, let it all go.” His instructions were riding on a sigh.
Kelly sank back into him, acutely aware of his cock. Its hard heat snaked along her spine, teasing her with its intentions.
“That’s it,” Drake said, coaxing her. “You’re so incredibly beautiful.” Wet warmth traced the shell of her ear, his tongue skilled and clever. His legs opened wider for her. His hands smoothed over her body, giving her the hot, wet touches of an experienced masseuse.
The water level rimmed her body, right at her breasts. Her nipples beaded, poking through the foaming suds. Water fluttered against her body when Drake moved his hands. His palms gently covered her breasts, forcing a hissing breath from her lips.
“Oh,” Kelly cried.
“Let me soothe and pleasure you, please,” he said, speaking through a mouth that was busy and attentive. His cock slithered against the small of her back, a gentle reminder of a pending promise.
His touch was electric, recharging her body. As his hands neared her center, her inner core stirred, inflamed with a need that was so great. He was awakening her, resurrecting a body that’d been out of commission for ages. His fingertips were soft. Drake gently spread her legs. His touch slowly slid through the layered tissues of her pussy, finding that nub of nerves that gave such intense gratification.
Drake stroked the edge of his thumb over her clitoris. Kelly closed her eyes, soaking up the feel of his hands on her. His other palm slipped under her knee, pulling her leg back to achieve greater access. When his finger ventured inside her body, all reality was lost.
“Drake,” she whispered, her voice edgy.
“I’m right here, let me touch you so you can feel,” he said, his words slow and hypnotic. Another finger joined the first in a rhythmic thrust and retreat that was turning her body inside out. His free hand returned to her pussy, petting her clit, scoring through her folds, both hands in sync. “I want you to come, say my name through your orgasm, please, Kelly,” he begged. His chest lifted behind her back. Their breaths became unified, now matching and erratic.
Her toes curled. Drake opened her wide. He had her vulnerable and starved for more. Her forehead beaded with either sweat or steam. The air was weighted, thick like a fog after a heavy rain. Kelly lifted her leg, anchoring her heel on the rim of the tub.
“That’s it,” Drake groaned, his chest heaving behind her. His hands worked faster. His fingers plunged in and out of her body while his other hand worked at teasing her clit. Kelly lifted her hips, suddenly wanting to demand that he fill her body with his. It was a barreling rush, seconds of an irrational state that she couldn’t see through. Her ribs caught, stuck and struggling for air.
Chapter Eighteen
Drake shifted her body in the water, her skin hot and slick. He gripped her hips and lifted her, positioning her up on the rim of the tub. Water dripped down her immaculate nakedness, pooling in between her ribs. He needed her breasts, needed to taste her in his mouth. Her cheeks were painted with a pinkish hue, her orgasm hovering. Her mossy, green eyes blinked, her expression sated.
“That’s beautiful, so lovely,” Drake gasped. He ran his hands over her, learning and looking, wanting it all. He licked the suds off her fleshy mound, a breast that was perfect, full and firm with an identical mate he couldn’t wait to devour.
Drake didn’t want her body to lose momentum. He coaxed her legs apart, raising her feet, resting them on the edge of the tub. A strip of honey-colored hair lined her folds. Her pussy spread open for him, her delicate tissues a smoky pink, gleaming with arousal. He touched her clitoris with the tip of one finger. Her eyes lowered into sedated slits. Her breasts rose, riding on her heaving breaths.
“There, this is what I want,” Drake told her, moving closer, nestling his head between her parted thighs. Her scent rose from the heat of her skin. It was heady, spiced, and all her. He kissed her pussy. Kelly whimpered, filling his ears with her feminine chorus of contentment. He licked her, soaking her walls. He pushed the tip of his tongue into her drenched insides, savoring and tasting. Drake felt his eyes rolling beneath their lids, inebriated. He’d been catapulted into a realm he never knew could exist with another. Her hands gripped his head.
“Please, let me have you, take me,” Kelly pleaded between panted breaths.
“You’ll have me,” Drake assured her. He gently sucked on her clit, feeling her body get taut. Her back bowed, her legs tight. Her elation filled the confines of the bathroom, ricocheting off the walls. Her pussy watered his palate, her flavor rushing fast.
“Drake, that’s so amazing, oh Jesus,”
she wailed. A high-pitched whine rang in his ears. He grabbed her hips, holding her as her body contorted. He gazed up the gorgeous path of her body, watching her response. Kelly’s face was slack, her mouth open in wonder. Drake’s heart pounded frantically, thrilled that he’d lifted the veil of her vulnerability.
* * * *
Her eyes blinked, opening with a sleepy haze. He helped her up, the water cooling. Their skin was dotted with moisture, their scents fresh, but tainted with the musk of sex. Drake held her hand, helping her out of the tub. Her hair was damp, trailing over her shoulders like wet ribbons. He held her face, pulling her mouth to his.
Their lips sealed, working over one another’s mouths. The urge had peaked, like the height of a hallucinogenic trip. His cock couldn’t get any harder, stiff as iron and extended with pain. Her hands smoothed down his abdomen, finding his sac. She coddled his balls, provoking a muffled groan to spill from his mouth. Their tongues danced, slipping and sliding out of one another’s mouths, reaching down deep for the most intimate taste. Drake pulled back, needing her eyes.
“I want you, right here, right now,” he said, his words conveyed through an airy wind. Her eyes had gone green, rich, like a blooming spring. Drake picked her up and carried her to the vanity, setting her down on the marble. He caught his reflection in the mirror, his need raw and unveiled.
Her legs parted, inviting him into her haven of heat. He touched her pussy with the tip of his cock, feeling her slick flames wrap around his dick.
“Oh, Kelly, I’ve wanted this since I brought you the brandy,” Drake whispered, gazing into the depths of her gaze. He pushed himself inside her, slowly, reveling in the feel of the tight channel that would take him straight to that desired destination. Her breasts pillowed into his chest. Their damp flesh joined, holding them together in a sheath of need.
A hot coil of delight pulled tighter and tighter around his groin. Her heels dug into his back, her neck smoothing. When her hips tilted, Drake skated deeper. Every logical thought detonated, blowing him to pieces. It was a connection he’d never had with another. It was real, gritty yet tender, exposing all. He licked the stretched skin of her curved neck, murmuring her name over and over.
“That’s it, take me deeper.” He sighed, feeling her walls grip him like a vise. Her breathless praise had him on the edge, delirious with excitement.
“Drake, God, do it harder, let me feel you,” she cried, her chest falling in relief when he thrust into her, pushing her buttocks further onto the counter of the vanity. Bottles clattered into the sink.
Drake felt the urge to express his thoughts. Something dark was rising, egging him on to be needful and candid. Had it been like that for Nina? Had he missed that? No. Drake shook off his thoughts, notions that had the power to spoil.
This was different, a genuine desire to please. It was a need to comfort and give. It wasn’t a cold, demanding sense of entitlement. This was a raw, uncontrollable passion. This time I can have the sentiment while experiencing the rawness of it. This is different! his internal monologue argued.
Kelly’s nails dug into his flesh, scraping down the planes of his back. Drake consumed it all, all the senses and sensory.
“Come on, baby,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Come for me, Kelly, let me unravel you.” He gasped. Their bodies moved with a precise, yet frantic fluency that had his cock throbbing with an amazing, pleasing pain. She spoke his name, a sharp cry of delight.
“Drake, so good…God.” Heated breaths wafted on his neck. He felt her insides clench around him. His muscles were thrumming. His thighs burned with rebellion. He went rigid, his stomach clenched as he spilled himself into her. His orgasm joined hers seconds later, riding on her coattails. It rolled on, over and over, charging fast. Drake shuddered against her. Her mouth took his, their teeth hitting. Her tongue was hot, wicked, and provoking. The thought of her mouth on him had his cock lunging back to attention, still in the hot confines of her snug body. The kiss broke, their lungs fighting for extra air.
Her eyes met his. A lazy smile played on her lips. Her mouth nuzzled into his neck, playfully biting the flesh there. Drake cupped her face, guiding her euphoric gaze back to him. Kelly grinned sheepishly, her legs scissoring around his hips.
“Wow.” She blew strands of hair out of her eyes.
“Are you pleased?” He craved her honesty, needing to build off her responsive reactions.
“You certainly know how to court a girl.” Her praise was breathless.
“This is only the beginning,” Drake assured her, tracing her peaked nipple.
* * * *
It hadn’t taken him long. Nina sat in the car, perched at the window, the binoculars shaking in her hands. Her line of vision blurred. The rage that’d been simmering since Drake had sent her packing was now at a full boil.
Two silhouettes moved behind the sheer curtains. Had Drake been seeing her before he gave her the ax? Nina gritted her teeth. Nobody screws me over. The lens went black as the lights went out. Frigid air chilled her skin, mating with her angry insides.
Chapter Nineteen
The darkness came from all sides, but it wasn’t the same. This darkness didn’t overwhelm her like the shadows that consumed her in the woods. This darkness held warmth, affection, and safety.
The mattress molded around her body. Her bones cried out in delight. She sniffed the crisp freshness of the linens like an addict would cocaine. Drake’s hard body held her from behind, his cock stirring, pressing into her tailbone.
His hands smoothed over her body, stoking her libido again. She released a rush of air when his palm covered her breast, gently cupping and holding her flesh. Her body was adrift, floating in a delectable, sensual pool of euphoria and escape. All the sharp edges of her life on the streets had dulled.
The room was peaceful, fragranced with their clean bodies and fresh sheets. Drake’s husky voice met the air, his words undetected.
“Please tell me what happened?” he asked. His nose nuzzled into her hair. Fingers strummed down her body, dipping below her belly. He tenderly opened her, stroking her clitoris.
“Drake,” Kelly whispered.
“I want to know how it happened.” His touch slid through the arousal that quickly pooled between her legs. He was gunning the gas of her engine, her heart racing again. His hot breaths hit her shoulder. “I’m aware that it happens in a domino effect. Tell me how the first domino fell, please…I’m your lover now, and I plan to continue this.”
Kelly turned around, searching for his face. Angled lines pushed through a darkness she strained to see through. She grabbed a hold of him, hanging on as she revealed the facts of her fucked-up life.
“I had a gambling problem,” she confessed. Her quivering voice filled the black silence. “That was the first domino. Because of my carelessness where my finances were concerned, I wasn’t prepared to deal with the second domino. My parents got sick—my mother first, really. My father just couldn’t cope. Death was his escape,” she shared.
“My parents had accumulated a lot of medical debt. My poor, father was so overwhelmed. I left my job and moved in to help him. I assumed that my father had covered his bases, but he hadn’t,” Kelly said. Her voice broke through her words, words that brought the painful picture back into focus amongst all the luxury Drake had to offer. “My parent’s assets were attacked by medical facilities and collection agencies. I didn’t have a leg to stand on. I was thrown out of my own home.”
Kelly buried her face into his dense chest, allowing her tattered past to sink in.
Drake’s heart drummed in her ear, soaking into her body, as if trying to pump new life into her worn out soul. His hand cupped her cheek, lifting her eyes to his. The faint glint of his gaze held her.
“Let me help you,” he said softly. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”
“I don’t expect you to bail me out,” she replied tightly.
His body stiffened under her hands. “I don’t see it that way,
” Drake said sharply. “Things happen. People make mistakes. That doesn’t mean you have to spend the rest of your life living in a damn tent,” he said firmly. “Please,” Kelly sighed. “This is so nice. I just want to enjoy you, enjoy being here.”
“It could be like this all the time. Don’t let your pride get in the way of your future,” Drake whispered. “Think about what I’m telling you.”
Kelly found his lips. She snaked her arm around his neck, pulling him to her. His cock sprouted between their navels. His lips parted, urging her inside. She sampled him, licking his teeth, the walls of his mouth. He tasted rich, seasoned, and sweet. Drake was a variety of delicious flavors. He’d made her feel exquisite, special, fanning all the natural fires a woman had, and he knew just how to tend them.
Kelly sat up, seeing the whites of Drake’s eyes, his stare direct. She smoothed her hands down his defined chest, positioning him on his back. She heard his excited breaths filling the heated space between them. She sat back on her heels, tossing the covers to the foot of the bed. She crawled over the acres of hot, firm flesh, feeling and kneading all the hills and valleys of his muscles. She straddled him, leaning into his chest.
She licked at his corded flesh before drawing in on his nipple. His chest fell, his gasps rasping.
“Kelly, ah God.” His tone was guttural.
She sucked on the pebbled bead, offering the light scrape of her teeth. She felt him. His cock shifted. Drake reached between them, steering the head of his cock into her folds. He ran the tip up and over her clitoris, sending them to the edge again.
Her mouth journeyed down his body, kissing and licking his soft skin. She eased down onto her belly and slowly lifted his legs. It’d been a distant memory, the last time she pleasured a man. She lowered her head, pulling in his rich scent, a scent that only lingered in those deep, dark, forbidden places that Kelly now wanted access to. She put her tongue on his balls, running it over his puckered sac. Drake’s voice sang through the room.