by Cece Baker
Her phone buzzed as she locked her apartment door. She glanced down at the screen and saw Drake Ellsworth’s name appear. She wondered what in the heck he wanted. They had not spoken since the wedding and she was still pissed at him for not using a condom when they’d had their quickie during the reception. But, she had relented a bit, realizing that having a condom was just as much her responsibility as it was his.
He’d been trying to apologize for the last two weeks. Thinking that she’d put him off long enough she decided to answer.
“What,” Jill said flatly.
“And a good day to you.”
“What you do want, Drake? I’m busy.”
“Relax, gorgeous. I just wanted to check on you and see when we could… you know… get together again. I could stop by your place.…”
“You really think I’m going to invite you into my home and my bed after what happened at the wedding?” she said, seething.
“Hey, I’m sorry about that. I was a jerk….”
“Drake, I’ll have to call you back. I’m on my way to work.”
“What? I can’t hear you,” Drake replied impatiently. Jill was outside, and the noise from the busy street filtered through the phone connection. Horns blared, cars raced by, and people were shouting to each other across the street. Jill plugged her left ear with her finger and balanced her bike against her hip as she tried impatiently to end the call.
“Drake. Can you hear me now? I have to go.”
“I want to see you again.”
“Oh… I don’t know if that is such a good idea. Maybe we should just leave things as they are and move on with our lives? Listen, I really have to go.”
“I’ll let you go if you promise me one thing.”
“Drake,” she said with a sigh and drew out his name in a long breath.
“Let me see you one more time and redeem myself.”
“I don’t know.”
“Just leave everything to me. I promise it’ll be good.”
“Fine.”
“That’s what I wanted to hear. Now you go do that work thing, and I’ll be in touch.”
The call ended, and Jill put the phone into the outside pocket of her messenger bag. She blew out a breath and mumbled under her breath, “What have I gotten myself into now?” She lifted her right leg up and over the seat of her bike and cruised down the sidewalk and into the bike lane on the street.
Arriving at work, Jill pulled open the heavy door at the entrance of the old warehouse where she worked. She wheeled her bike down the corridor to the suite they occupied. Four of her co-workers were leaving, having just completed their shifts. They greeted each other in passing, and the clicking of Jill’s bike filled the office. Her co-worker Nate leaned his head out from his cubicle.
“Hey, J-dub. What is shaking on this fine day?”
Jill grinned and replied her usual answer, “You know it’s the ass my momma gave me.”
Nate hooted with laughter and turned back to his computer.
Jill parked her bike in the break room and walked back to her cubicle to turn on her computer, put on her headset, and start calling clients.
Time passed quickly for Jill when she worked. She spoke to a young father with three kids who had just lost his wife to cancer. He had no idea how he was going to make things work, not only with money, but how to raise his family without their mother.
On several other calls the person who answered insisted Jill had the wrong number and hung up. She’d call them back in a few days.
At the end of her shift she gathered her personal items, repacked her messenger bag and went to get her bike to ride home. The trek home was much quieter since there were fewer cars on the road. Jill enjoyed the peacefulness.
Thankfully, the elevator in her apartment building was working so she didn’t have to heft her bike up three flights of stairs. She exited the elevator, took out her keys, and walked toward her apartment door. There was an odd smell wafting from her unit.
“What the hell,” she said aloud. She inserted her key in the door only to discover the door was unlocked. Cautiously she swung the door open and stopped open-mouthed at the scene before her.
The room was darkened but what seemed like hundreds of candles lit the living room and dining room. Her dining table was set with a huge silver candelabra and two place settings of china and crystal goblets. A bottle of red wine sat on the table breathing.
“What in the…”
“Gorgeous! You’re here! Welcome home.”
“How did you get in my apartment?”
“Let’s just say that money opens doors. And before you get upset with your landlord, he stayed in the apartment with me while the caterers were making preparations so he knew that we weren’t stealing anything or trying to kidnap you.”
Grimacing, Jill pulled the strap over her head and dropped the messenger bag on the floor beside her.
“This is crazy. What on earth made you do this?”
“I wanted to prove to you that I’m not a schmuck and an asshole. So, come and take a load off and enjoy this fantastic meal prepared especially for you. We’re having Italian tonight. The bread is just coming out of the oven, so your timing is perfect.”
A man in a white chef’s coat and hat emerged from the kitchen and placed a salad at each place, went back to the kitchen and returned with a basket of bread covered in a red and white checked towel. The final delivery was that of the main course, a rich and savory lasagna.
Drake stood behind one of the chairs he’d pulled away from the table and motioned for her to come and sit.
As if in a daze, Jill did as she was directed. The chef opened the linen napkin and laid it gently on her lap.
“May I pour the lady some wine?”
Drake interrupted, “No need Louie, I’ll take care of that. Please return in the morning to clean up at about…” Drake paused and looked to Jill. “How does 11 a.m. sound?”
“Uh…that’s fine, I guess,” Jill replied uncertainly.
“11 a.m. it is sir, Mr. Ellsworth.” The chef bowed, gathered his things and left the apartment.
When they were alone, Drake took the bottle of wine and filled both of their crystal goblets. He sat in his chair across the small table, raised his glass and proposed a toast.
“To unbroken promises and second chances.”
Jill raised her goblet and gently they clinked the two glasses together before they both took a taste of the ruby red elixir.
“So this is what it tastes like to be rich,” Jill said. Drake just smiled at her over the rim of his goblet.
”A 2012 Clos de Vougeot,” Drake said lovingly as he held his goblet up to the light.
“Oh, so in other words, expensive.”
“Nah. It probably only cost about $300,” Drake answered with a shrug.
Her mouth full of wine, Jill reacted by spitting the wine forcefully out of her mouth and watched as a spray of ruby red droplets became airborne and landed on Drake’s face, neck and chest. He stopped, put down his glass and with his index finger rubbed some wine out of the corner of his eye. “That’s not the reaction I usually get,” he said quietly, shaking his head.
Horrified, Jill jumped out of her chair and ran to Drake’s side, her napkin clutched in her hand. “Oh my God! I am so, so sorry. Here let me do that,” she said to him as he began to wipe his face with his own napkin. He dropped his hands into his lap and allowed her to take over the clean up.
“Are you okay? I feel terrible.” She put her fingers under his chin lifting it up so she could wipe the droplets from his neck. Drake stuck out his tongue and ran it over the edges of his lips, drinking in as much as he could.
“Oh geez. It’s even all over your shirt.” Jill began to unbutton it without realizing what she was doing. In an instant she froze and her fingers stilled. Her eyes moved upward and saw his eyes locked on her face. “I guess you should… you could take your own…” She was cut off as Drake pulled her tightly to him, and his
lips took hers in a wanting kiss.
Panting, they broke apart and looked into each other’s eyes. Jill leaned forward, put her hands on the nape of his neck and pulled him toward her to continue the kiss. Their passion exploded.
Rising from his chair, Drake lowered their bodies onto the carpet, his body on top of hers. Their need escalated quickly. Jill scratched her fingernails up and down his muscled back, and she pulled the bottom of his shirt free from his dress pants. She ran her hands up inside his shirt. His skin was hot to the touch.
Drake’s hands explored Jill’s torso, finally moving his hands up to palm her breasts. They were both panting.
“Let me sit up,” she begged. Drake complied and watched as she pulled her t-shirt up and over her head. He drew in the sight of her breasts encased in white lace. His hands reached around her back to unfasten the bra when she shook her head and explained, “It opens in the front.”
Drake smiled wickedly, running his hands over her breasts to access the clip in between the two luscious mounds. The lace sprang free as the clip snapped open. He took in the sight of her breasts for what seemed like hours to Jill when in reality it was probably only seconds.
Time seemed to move in slow motion, his mouth latched onto one nipple and then nipped at it. His tongue trailed along her skin to the other breast where he gave it the same attention. Meanwhile Jill attempted to unbutton his dress shirt with only limited success.
“Drake,” she said breathily, “take your shirt off. I want to feel you, skin on skin.”
Drake pulled back his eyes now a deep, dark blue, almost the color of dark storm clouds. He made quick work of the buttons and pulled the dress shirt back and off of his chest. He wore a white T-shirt underneath, so he reached behind his head and pulled it up and off.
Jill had seen his naked chest briefly when they were in the shower, but now, close up, she could see all the definition in his muscles; his pecs, biceps, triceps and even his forearms. His chest had just the right amount of hair. She ran her wandering fingers over his torso, tracing the bulges and patterns of muscles. She sat up, bringing her bare chest in contact with his. Her breasts pressed firmly to his body.
Immediately his arms encircled her, and he laid them back down on the carpet. Their mouths met in deep, hungry wet kisses; his tongue explored the depths of her mouth and teased her lips. She bit his bottom lip gently in an effort to gain the upper hand. The action only inflamed him more, and he moved his thick thighs in between her toned ones as he began to move his groin over her pelvis.
“Can you feel what you do to me?” he grunted.
“You feel so good, Drake. I need you. I need you now.” Drake didn’t need a second invitation. His hand slid over her body and went between her legs. He pressed his fingers over the juncture of her jeans. He rubbed and rubbed until he heard Jill gasp.
Jill fumbled her way to find the button and zipper on his pants. She tried unsuccessfully to open his fly. Drake laughed deeply. He knew then that he’d gained the upper hand and that Jill was now putty he could mold any way he chose.
He sat up, his ass resting on his heels. Slowly, with his eyes locked onto hers, he slid the zipper down its track and unbuttoned his pants in a single motion. Jill couldn’t take her eyes off of him. His hands in motion were mesmerizing to watch. Her eyes were momentarily distracted when he toed off his shoes, one at a time. When he began to remove his pants and boxers, she held her breath. Drake bent down to take off his socks.
Finally he stood naked before her: solid, muscled, and hard in every sense of the word. Jill gasped. He was beautiful, his skin a golden bronze without a single flaw.
Drake reached down and grabbed the base of his cock and stroked. He was long and thick and granite hard. “Unzip your jeans,” Drake ordered in a deep throaty voice. Jill did as ordered. It was as if she were under a spell, and he the wizard controlling her every move.
“That’s right. Now slide them off along with those panties.”
Scooching backwards she kicked off her shoes and socks and then was able to peel off her jeans and thong. Drake helped only to pull her pants free from her ankles. She was naked before him—a pagan feast. Growling, Drake knelt above her and began kissing her stomach, her hips, then lower to her abdomen. Jill sucked in a breath as his lips kissed her inner thigh. She let out a breathy “yes!” Drake’s tongue extended out to touch just the outer lips of her sex, then moved to the other side. He blew a hot burst of air across the center.
“You smell so fucking good, babe. You want this, don’t you? You want me to eat your hungry pussy?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Please, Drake.”
“Beg for it,” he demanded.
“Wha…?”
“You heard me. Beg me to eat your molten cunt.”
Jill hesitated but only for a moment. “Please, Drake. Please eat my hungry, wet pussy. I need you now, Drake. Please.”
She felt his response as his face dove in between her thighs, and his tongue licked down her center. His lips parted and his teeth found her clit and gave her a gentle bite. Jill gasped. Drake dove in deeper, and Jill could hear his ministrations, the suckling and kissing of his face in her moisture.
If it hadn’t felt so good she might have been embarrassed. She’d never been this wet with anyone else before. Her hands gripped his head tightly, and he pressed his face farther into her depths. Drake rubbed his face from side to side eliciting a shout of lust from Jill. “Oh god, yes!”
Drake chuckled.
“I’m going to come. Please, Drake…”
From in between her thighs she heard a muffled, “Yes, you fucking are.”
Her body arched up, and she wriggled in an attempt to free her pussy from his torment, but he remained firm in his actions. Her body pulsed and contracted, and with a final burst she felt the release of her orgasm. She couldn’t help herself. She yelled out at the top of her lungs as she came.
The room quieted, and Drake lifted his head to look into her eyes. He had a devilish smile on his face, and her juices were spread from cheek to cheek and down to his chin. He leaned down to kiss her.
Jill tried turning her head to avoid his kiss, but his hands held her head firmly in place. “You taste like cinnamon, clover and honeydew. I want you to know what I know, feel what I feel and taste what I taste. Get used to it, babe. I eat pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Dessert is sharing it with you.”
Jill’s eyes grew wide and she tried to speak, but no words escaped. She simply raised her head a bit, waiting to feel his lips and tongue on her mouth. His kiss was deep, luscious and obscene. Jill loved every second of it, and she let him know this when they pulled apart; she ran her tongue over her top lip, her eyes never leaving his gaze.
“Shit,” Drake growled in approval.
“Condom,” Jill said in a rushed tone.
Blindly Drake leaned back, patting the floor in search of his pants and ultimately his wallet. Thankfully his aim was good, and within moments the tear of the foil packet filled the room. With bated breath Jill watched his every move. He placed the translucent ring on the head of his cock and rolled it swiftly down the entire length. He took the base of his member in his hand and slapped it against her swollen pussy.
“Drake, don’t tease,” Jill begged. “I need this. I need you. I need you inside me.”
Unable to prolong the torment, Drake complied and pushed inside her quickly. He thrust in all the way and paused. Wickedly he grinned. “You like that? You like me all the way inside?”
“Dammit, Drake, you know I do. Now fuck me. Fuck me like I’ve never been fucked before.”
Chuckling, he withdrew and began thrusting in and out rhythmically. Soon he too was breathing hard. “Ride me. Now,” he demanded and pulled Jill up to a sitting position while he laid his body on the carpet and maneuvered his hips backward. With her legs straddled on either side of his groin, she grasped his dick and guided it back into her pussy.
She began to move. Up and down.
Up and down. Up and down. Drake groaned in appreciation. Then she began moving her hips like a belly dancer in slow motion and that brought a shout from a stunned Drake. “Holy fuck, woman.” With a groan of pleasure, he sat up and pulled his legs out from underneath her body, so he was kneeling in front of her. Swiftly, he laid her torso back onto the carpet, her hair fanning out around her face. Next, he raised her legs so that her ankles rested on his wide shoulders. With his weight on his knees, Drake began pumping his cock into her furiously. Their bodies were covered in sweat, and the friction was electric. Drake’s dick slipped from her center and, rather than continue in the same manner, he flipped her body over so she was resting on all fours. Leaning forward he entered her from behind and reached his hands forward to cover her breasts. Her nipples tightened as his fingers tweaked them.
When Jill began to cry out he took the fingers of one hand and moved them to her clit. He began to rub furiously, ensuring she’d have one hell of an orgasm. As she came he felt it. Her inner muscles gripped the length of his cock, and Drake let out a ferocious groan.
“Yeeeeesss.” And with that he emptied his loins into the condom.
Exhausted, he collapsed on top of Jill and clung to her body. Jill’s breathing was ragged as she fell forward onto the carpet, her limbs like jelly. She loved the feel of Drake plastered to her body. Gradually their breathing slowed and a quiet settled in the room.
“What’s that smell?” Jill asked after a long moment.
Drake’s intelligent, “Huh?” was his only response.
“That smell. It smells like smoke.” At that moment Jill saw flames erupt from the dining room table and engulf the tablecloth.
“Oh my god! Drake. Fire! It’s on fire! Get off me! Do something! Holy shit…”
Suddenly aware that something was really wrong, he turned his head to see what Jill had noticed just moments before. The candles had burned all the way down, and one of the napkins had caught fire. By now the tablecloth was incinerated, and sparks were falling down onto the carpet.