by S. K. Lessly
I blinked and realized I’d been staring at Drake for Lord knows how long. I felt the heat rise from my neck to my face; thank goodness I’m dark. I diverted my eyes quickly and looked down at my shaking hands. “Did you forget my name already?” I asked him.
“No, I didn’t, but you seem to not respond to your name when I use it. Besides, I think you like when I call you baby.” I looked at him and saw that smile that seems to always light his face up.
I rolled my eyes but deep down, down in the pits of my soul, I feared he might be right. But that can’t be. I’ve always hated when men call women those pet names like baby and sweetie. It drives me bananas. It’s a false sense of security and acceptance a man gives a woman. I mean, whoever told men that women take baby, honey and sweetie as words of endearment must have been really hard up for a man’s attention and acknowledgment. For years, I’d decided that’s not going to be me. I wouldn’t let a man call me baby and sweetie and smile and grin in their faces, especially when they use the word freely for any other woman that walked by.
So while I’m frowning, thinking of all the things I just mentioned, there is one truth that I don’t want to admit…. I do actually like when he calls me baby and sweetheart… It’s something about the look in his eyes when he says it and the sound of his voice. His voice gets all gritty, deep and full and oh-so-luscious… Yes, I think the sound of a man’s voice can be luscious. The right bass, deepness and inflections in a man’s voice can break you down and make you weak, vulnerable and under his complete control.
It can make your panties wet with desire the moment your name leaves his lips.
I sighed, looked back up at him and found him smirking at me. “Oh, what’s so funny, Lincoln?” The smirk suddenly disappeared and was replaced with furrowed brows and a darkening of his already dark eyes. Watching this transformation caused me to adapt his expression a minute ago. “Oh, it seems I’ve struck a nerve. You don’t like being called Lincoln, I take it.”
His jaw tightened as he kept his eyes facing the ocean. “No, I don’t mind being called that. Not at all.”
I started to tease him more when he used his own deflection tactics and said, “What’s on your agenda today?”
I shrugged. “I don’t really have one. I mean, I had planned on hanging by the beach, or going sightseeing, but considering what almost happened to me last night, I might just stay here in my room for the rest of my vacation.”
“Well, listen, I planned on doing some snorkeling or scuba diving, maybe even some parasailing today; you’re more than welcome to join me…”
I shook my head vehemently. “Oh, no, that’s sweet of you really, but I don’t think so.”
“Why not?”
“Huh, for one, I’m afraid of heights…”
Drake just shook his head. “Okay, I get the heights thing, but what do you have against scuba diving and snorkeling?”
I sat up straight and leaned in closer to him. “Um… first of all, there are sharks out there… And I know there is some statistic that says there is a one out of twenty chance that a black person can be bit by a shark… So how many white people have been attacked so far? I’m not becoming a statistic.”
He chuckled. “First of all, there is no such statistic out there. Secondly, the part of the ocean you would snorkel is safe. You will not see any sharks.”
“Yeah and how do you know?” I folded my arms.
“Because I do it all the time. Besides, if you do see some, I’ll protect you. Come on. You have to at least give it a try. I promise you won’t regret it.”
I was so tempted. Really I was, but … I don’t know… Looking at his handsome face, sincerity dripping from his eyes, I just couldn’t shake that feeling of doubt. I didn’t want to make the same mistakes with him that I did with Gavin. I know you’re probably thinking I could just hang out with him, no strings attached. Problem with that is… and this is embarrassing to admit but… I’m starting to really like him.
This is absurd. I can’t like someone this much and barely know him. No; what I’m feeling is completely physical, and I just can’t handle that right now. So I said to him, shaking my head, “No, really. That’s okay. You don’t have to waste your vacation with the likes of me. Really I’ll be fine. But I would like to thank you for, you know, helping me out last night. If it wasn’t for you, there’s no telling what could have happened. So I really appreciate it.”
Okay, so I didn’t mean to sound so dismissive, but I didn’t know what else to do. This Adonis of a badass spells nothing but trouble for me; I could taste it. As a matter of fact, the overwhelming feeling to taste him is constantly threatening to consume me.
I moved my eyes from his face as he said to me, “So are you telling me you don’t want to hang out with me?”
Annoyance fueled me, and I darted my eyes back to his and rolled them. “Oh, come on, Lincoln. You really expect me to believe a man like you really wants to hang out with a woman like me?”
“What the fuck is wrong with hanging out with you?”
I stood. “Are you kidding me? Do you want me to spell it out for you?”
He stood. “Please do that shit because I’m so fucking lost right now.”
I stared up at him, watching that tension in his jaw expand to his shoulders and now his fists.
As I felt my erratic breathing take over, I knew he could sense my fury as well. I mean shit, how hurtful could it be to make me explain why a man like him just doesn’t belong with a woman like me.
Drake, as if hearing my thoughts, shook his head, “Don’t you even fucking say that fucked up shit in your head.”
I turned my back to him and walked over to the edge of the balcony. Just take a deep breath and do what you need to Georgia…
Without facing him again, I said, “As I said before, I definitely owe you for helping me last night. Really I do. And if there is any way I could pay you back, please let me know but… I’m fine now. You can go about your business and go snorkel to your heart’s content and smoke lots of cigars until your lungs give out and find a hot young twenty-something to take back to your room. There is no need to waste time on me.”
“Wow… that was uh… Yeah, that was some kind of fucked up shit to say to me.”
I turned around and crossed my arms, “How do you figure that?”
“Well, for one, I’ve admitted to you that you’ve been on my mind since the first night we slept together and you actually think I’m only here out of obligation for saving your sweet ass? Let me tell you something, sweetheart, I don’t do obligation. If I didn’t give a shit about you, I wouldn’t be here, and I wouldn’t have said shit last night when that motherfucker was dragging you to his truck. I’m not that fucking honorable.” He walked toward me. “I’m not the kind of guy that wastes time doing shit just for the fucking hell of it either. I’m asking to spend time with you because I fucking want to…”
“…Yeah, well I’m not the kind of girl that guys like you just hang out with so…”
He frowned lowering his voice in that gritty, deep way that is screwing with my head. “Baby, what kind of shit is that? Who the fuck has been filling your head with this bullshit?”
“It’s not bullshit.”
“Oh, yes the fuck it is, sweetheart. You are by far the sexiest woman I’ve seen in a very long time. You’re fucking gorgeous as shit and sweet as fucking apple pie. Why wouldn’t I want to spend my time trying to figure out new ways to make you blush? And, baby, there is nothing else I want to do more than make you blush.”
Ho-ly shit…. Yup, another timeout…
Sorry, but no man has ever spoken to me like that… like ever… What the hell should I say? I turned my back to him again, gripped the railing and closed my eyes. My head dropped to my chest as I took a few deep breaths. Sexy as shit? Really? Me?
Getting in my own head made me miss the moment when the space between our bodies disappeared. My breath quickened, and I felt my heart bullying my ribs to beat out of my chest.
He placed both of his hands on the railing too, placing his arms on the outside of my body, caging me between the railing and him.
The body-scent radiating from him was making me lose my mind. The closer he got the more shallow I breathed.
He sighed deeply and said, “I don’t know who’s been feeding you that shit you just insulted my ears with, but I don’t ever want to hear you say that around me again. You’re radiant day or night without any effort. You make me want to be here, and that’s why I asked to spend time with you.”
God this man…
The hairs on my arms and neck reached out in anticipation of his touch, my chest constricted, waiting for me to finally let air inside. Please… someone help me… oh this man…
“Why don’t we make a deal,” he said close to my ear. “You clearly came down here alone with an agenda. Let me help you with it.”
My throat went dry instantly. I cleared my throat and said hoarsely, “What do you mean?”
He leaned in closer and the moment his fingers brushed along my shoulder my body screamed, “YESSSSS!”
Drake moved my tank top strap slowly down and bent, brushing his lips on my shoulder.
“You want to forget whatever you’re running from. You want to let go, be someone you’re not and maybe have a vacation fling, right?” His lips traveled slowly along my shoulder to where my shoulder and neck meet, his voice getting deeper, smoky, downright sinful and… “You want someone to fulfill your deepest desires and most intimate sexual fantasies, something that no one has ever been able to do for you.” I closed my eyes and gripped the railing as tight as I could to keep from dropping to the balcony.
He moved to my other shoulder, lightly grazing his lips there, slowly traveling up to my neck. “I can make you forget whatever shit you left at home. I can help you escape, even if it’s only for a little while… Isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that what you’ve been craving for since you got here?”
I closed my eyes trying not to hear the voice inside my head screaming to say yes…
Oh…I want his hands on me, touching me, caressing me, claiming me… controlling me. I want to feel the power he yields over me by just the simplest of touches. I want… Oh God, yessssss! There it is!
His hand finally touched my stomach, moving my t-shirt up and placing his palm on my bare skin. He rubbed and caressed me as his lips and teeth gently stroked and nibbled on some of the most sensitive spots on my neck.
“I will do whatever you want me to do to you, baby; all you have to do is tell me. I want to make all your fantasies come true. I want to make you feel coveted, wanted and desired… Can you let me do that for you, baby? Can you let go and let me be that for you?” He then ran his tongue along my ear, kissed me lightly and then whispered, “You don’t know how much I want to be that person for you. Make you scream out in ecstasy. Prove to you how desirable and sexy you are.” He moved even closer to me, and I automatically leaned against him. I felt his hand that caressed my stomach move to caress the under part of my breasts, brushing a nipple. Then he moved his other hand way down past my navel to under my shorts and panties to confirm my inner most secrets were revealed.
My hand instantly went to his wrist to stop his assault, but the moment his fingers felt my wetness, he plunged into me and started moving slowly.
“Let me help you become the freak I know you are… Damn, baby, you are so wet … You love when I touch you, when I kiss your body, don’t you, baby?”
I inadvertently started moaning my response until I heard that small voice say, “There are people watching you.” I looked around frantic seeing if anyone was watching us… I mean, it wasn’t like we were hidden from view….
“Lincoln, stop, please. People will see us.”
Drake moved to my other ear and licked the outer part of it, then sucked on a sensitive spot just behind my ear that I had no idea existed. I buckled quickly and grasped behind his neck for balance. “Please…”
“You want me to stop?” he asked low and guttural and God so sexy.
I nodded yes but said, “No.”
“If you don’t want anyone to see you, you better come then… because I’m not stopping until you do.”
He continued to break me, to claim me, to… damn it, I can’t explain what he was doing. I just knew I didn’t want him to stop. I wanted to not like what he was doing to me. We were in broad daylight and, even though, there were no kids around, I still didn’t want anyone else watching him get me off-f-f … Oh, the hell with it….
I started grinding my hips against his hand, chasing the feeling that was building through me slowly. A slow exhilarating moan escaped from my mouth softly and just as he pinched my nipple I drowned in ecstasy.
Just then, I heard some commotion below, and I saw an older couple close enough to know exactly what Drake and I were doing. To Drake’s credit, he did move his hand from my shorts back to my belly and hugged me in just enough time for the couple to look up and see us.
I of course was breathing out of control. “I can’t believe you just did that.”
“If you give me a chance, I can show you what else I can do.” He kissed my shoulder and then let me go. I turned around and saw he was just as affected by what he just did. I reached for him, but he kept backing away from me.
“I’m going to go take a shower… be dressed in an hour.” He turned and left me standing, wanting. I heard him moving about in the room, then I heard the door shut. I, of course, am yet again completely stunned.
Chapter 7
Drake
“Oh my goodness! I’ve never had that much fun in my life.” A brilliant smile greeted me as we got out of the cab we took from the marina. I know I don’t know too much about this woman, but already I’ve coined her smiles specifically for me.
She laced her fingers in mine as we walked to the hotel. For the past two days, we’d been going nonstop; from sightseeing to riding ATVs to snorkeling. Yeah, I finally got her to do it, and she’s fallen in love with it, as I knew she would.
We made it to the elevator and as she spoke to another couple about the sunset cruise we took. I took that moment to admire her again for the umpteenth time that night.
I’m amazed at the quiet beauty she possesses. She never flaunts it, but she is sexy as hell. Her personality, her character, makes her even more unbelievably sexy to me.
Tonight she wore a short black dress that showed off her thick ass legs, stopping at just above her mid-thigh. She wore her hair down, and it was curled around her oval shaped face. Her smile though… Wow… I think it could move mountains if she really wanted it to.
When the elevator came, I possessively grabbed her and brought her close to me. The man and woman that came on the elevator with us seemed nice, but I don’t trust anyone, and the fucker that was looking at Georgia’s tits I liked even less. But I remained calm. I didn’t show my true colors that night or any other night, though I was tempted multiple times.
The moment we hit her bedroom, she was under attack... I attacked her lips first; getting lost in their feel, their touch giving me the promise of a night where we have yet to hold back from each other. The feel of her, the scent of her is like a drug. I can't get enough of her body, of the sounds she makes when I'm inside of her. How she has no inhibitions with me. She's not ashamed of her body when she's around me, and I love that even more.
I slowed us down, savoring her body as I removed her dress. She wore black sequin bra and panties. With the combination of her four inch heels and the look of pure and utter desire encompassing her face... shit... all I wanted to do was make her unravel in my arms. I licked my lips slowly thinking of tasting her slowly as I walked her backward to the bed while removing my shirt and unbuckling my pants.
"Tell me what you want," I told her, looking heavily in her eyes. Make no mistake I wanted to conquer her tonight... and every night for that matter. I wanted to please her; I didn't lie about that, but I also had my own selfish reasons. I couldn't help
the desires to lose myself in her. It would take over if I let it and I can't afford to that. Her body, her moans and her taste is what's driving me though. I can't get enough of her, and I'm fucked up about it. But I'll deal with that shit later. My goal was to make her forget whatever she's running from, and I've been doing that since I mentioned it the other day. Tonight though, I felt like seeing how she could handle being in control.
She stared at me thinking about how to answer me. I knew that, so I decided to give her a little push. I slowly moved to her and began to move the straps of her bra from her shoulders down her arm. I lightly caressed her with my lips, moving slowly against her shoulders and up her neck while my hands traveled along her waist up to her breasts. I yanked her bra down hard, popped her breasts out and brought my lips to her nipples. I sucked, licked, massaged, and squeezed them both with inhibitions nonexistent. She started writhing and rubbing her thighs together while gripping my arms tight. I moved my hand down into her panties to stroke her, knowing that was what she wanted, as I moved back to kissing her neck. I felt her cream the moment I circled her clit, and I knew she wouldn't be able to take it anymore.
Georgia gripped my shoulders tight as her shoulders picked up. "Drake, please...," she moaned.
"I can't hear you, baby. Tell me what you want," I whispered close to her ear. "Do you want me to taste you or just fuck you?"
She really didn't have an option. I was doing both. I didn't just want to be inside her. I craved to taste her. Shit, I wanted to taste her so fucking bad that I was losing my fucking mind.
I was about to take over when I heard her say softly, "Yes, I want you to taste me."
I stopped kissing her neck and looked at her. It's been too long since I had her. Well, it was just this morning that I claimed her, but I still needed it. I needed to feel her tight around me. I wanted to please her until she too lost her fucking mind. An idea popped in my head, and I went to pull her panties down. She helped by lying on the bed and lifting her ass so I could take her panties completely off. I dropped my pants as well as my underwear, and as she moved backward up the bed, I followed.