His hand had slid under her skirt and up her thigh, his deft fingers finding her soaked panties. Thick fingers strummed her clit and her entire body tightened in preparation for what would surely be the biggest explosion of her life. Not sure she could survive it, her entire body quivered with excitement and trepidation.
Drake’s tongue was sliding down in the valley between her breasts, his face buried in her cleavage. A flicker from the large movie screen illuminated his features briefly and his eyes were closed as he nipped at the sensitive flesh just above her belly button.
I could be anybody.
The thought made her stiffen and a shred of sanity took hold in a corner of her passion-addled brain. He wasn’t seeing her. He could be pretending she was Carlene, or Lucy, or any of the long line of females in his life. Her hands went to his shoulders and she pushed at them, trying to twist away from his seductive charms.
“What the—” Drake’s hold loosened and he lifted his head to look down at her with an incredulous expression. “What’s wrong?”
To his credit, he wasn’t angry but he wasn’t happy either. His jaw was tight and his lips flat as if he was trying to keep from saying something.
How could she express the feeling of being interchangeable? He’d think she was insane. Instead she nodded weakly toward the windshield of the truck and everything that lay beyond it.
“This is a little more…public than I’m used to.”
To her shock he had the grace to blush slightly. Looking slightly abashed, he sat up straight and reached for the dangling strings of her halter dress. “Shit, I’m sorry. I guess I got carried away.”
His fingers fumbled with the ties and she reached up with shaking hands to tighten her fallen bodice. Luckily it looked like no one had passed by but she could have easily flashed a few hundred people.
Her heart was pounding in her chest and she dragged air into her lungs to help her calm down. She wasn’t going to fuck Drake James in the cab of his truck at the drive in. She might be in love with him but she did, apparently, still have some common sense. Not much, but some. She’d practically climbed him like a tree right here on their first date. Kasi had been right when she’d said he was looking for easy.
It sure hadn’t been easy pushing him away. Her body was telling her to go for it, but at least one functioning brain cell had gotten through.
Tori smoothed the skirt of her dress down over her trembling thighs and Drake shifted in the seat with a groan. The material of his jeans was stretched taut over what appeared to be an extremely impressive erection, causing her mouth to go dry. She’d been very close to seeing that monster mere moments ago.
“Are you okay?” Her voice was shaky and she wanted to hop out of the truck in embarrassment. Of course he wasn’t okay. She’d inadvertently given him a nasty case of blue balls.
“I’ll live.” Drake gave her a grin and ran his hand up the bare skin of her thigh. “Why don’t we get out of here? I can think of a far more comfortable place to take this party.”
Holy shit, he was persistent.
How was she supposed to keep him at arms length for an entire night at this rate? Did she even want to? They were both adults, their teen years long gone. He wanted her, she wanted him. Would it be such a terrible thing to make love with Drake? He’d certainly shown a certain expertise at it. She’d been thinking about this moment since she was a girl. The moment of truth had arrived and pretending it hadn’t wasn’t something she was prepared to do.
Tori relaxed back on the cool leather of the seat, feigning a sophistication she didn’t quite feel at the moment, no matter how many years she’d lived in the Big Apple. “That sounds good. Let’s go.”
Drake fired up the engine and pulled out, heading for the exit. Tori’s stomach did somersaults and her heart beat so hard and fast she thought it might jump out of her chest. She was going to make love with the man of her dreams.
Chapter Four
Tori’s body under Drake’s hands felt amazing. He’d been so overtaken with lust he’d jumped on her at the drive-in, for fuck’s sake. She probably thought he was a real horn dog. She’d be right too. At this moment, he would sell his soul to the very devil to get her naked between the sheets.
She wasn’t his usual type but there was something earthy and sensual about her that made his blood boil in a completely good way. She smelled like vanilla and rain, and her skin felt like the smoothest satin. How could the sex be anything but hot?
He held her hand as they walked up the stairs to her apartment, their fingers entwined. Her gaze was darting everywhere as if she was nervous and her tongue snaked out to wet her lips. His cock tightened in his jeans at the unconsciously alluring gesture. He took a deep breath and tried to slow his racing heart. Rushing her wasn’t the plan. He needed to take it easy and let nature take its course. There was a powerful attraction between them and their final destination for the evening was a given.
“Thank you for a lovely evening.” Tori’s voice sounded breathless and prim at the same time. Was she blowing him off now that they were here?
“The evening doesn’t have to be over yet.” Drake leaned closer so his lips were only inches from hers. “You could invite me in for some coffee.”
Her golden brown eyes framed by long, dark lashes were open wide, the indecision clearly on display. Sometime during the drive home she’d let doubts crowd her mind. She was probably worried about whether he would respect her in the morning or some stupid female shit like that. Women were always complicating things with worries and emotions that had no bearing on the situation at hand.
“I could make some coffee,” she said softly before turning to unlock the door.
Drake followed her into the small apartment, noticing all the details he hadn’t seen earlier when he’d picked her up. The sofa and matching chair were a nondescript beige against the standard white walls of the rental unit. The dullness stopped there. Everywhere he looked were splashes of bright color, down to the colorful throw pillows and rug. It was a room that reflected Tori’s basic personality, at least what he had seen so far. Happy, sunny, and even a little bold.
“Make yourself at home while I start the coffee.” Tori dropped her purse on the table by the front door and headed into the small kitchen right off the living room. The two rooms were really one large one separated by a counter where she’d placed a couple of bar stools. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see the bedroom door partially open.
He really wasn’t in the mood for coffee.
Before she could move away, Drake wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her closer. At first she resisted but then she seemed to melt into him, her curves pressed snuggly to his body. The blood pounded in his veins and he had to keep up a running internal dialogue not to throw her over his shoulder and carry her to bed immediately.
“I’m not really thirsty.” Drake grinned at her, hoping she was getting the message loud and clear. He wanted her something fierce and it looked like she felt the same way. Hopefully she wouldn’t play hard to get. Her lashes swept down covering her expression and her lips parted as if to refuse him but then she lifted her chin almost in defiance.
“I’m not either. What did you have in mind?”
Drake wasn’t a man for words at a time like this. Action was called for and he didn’t hesitate. He kissed her, delving his tongue into the warm cavern of her sweet mouth while his hands traced every inch of her that he could reach. She felt all woman in his arms, not like those stick figures that were all too common these days.
He lifted his head and her lids were heavy with passion and her lips swollen from his kisses. Arousal looked mighty fine on Victoria Saunders.
“Bedroom, sweetheart.” His voice sounded gravelly to his own ears. “I need you, baby.”
Tori didn’t say a word but simply took his hand and led him to the small bedroom at the back of the apartment. The brass queen sized bed was covered with a jewel-toned amethyst comforter and a riot of t
hrow pillows and stuffed animals. The incongruity of the womanly form in front of him owning cuddly teddy bears threw him for a moment, but he gamely ignored them and perched on the edge of the bed.
To his surprise, Tori knelt down at his feet and began to tug on his cowboy boot, sliding first one and then the other off his foot before tossing them aside. Her hands slid up his thighs and tangled with his belt buckle and he placed his own hands on top of hers. The situation was getting out of control. He wasn’t used to a woman being the aggressor.
“Easy there, babe. Let’s not rush into anything. We’ve got all night.”
Despite his calmly worded statement his cock was pounding at the buttons of his fly and making dents in the flesh. The heat of her palms scorched his skin even through the thick denim and made thinking straight extremely difficult. Tori was sexy and gorgeous and it was all he could do not to tangle his fingers in those curls and pull her mouth to his ready cock.
Why not? She’s on her knees and as eager as you are.
Because a guy shouldn’t pull a girl straight onto his dick without a few preliminaries. No matter how painful his balls are.
Tired of the arguing between the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other, he pulled open his belt and button fly, sighing in relief as his cock gained some much needed breathing room.
“I hope so.” Tori stood up in one graceful motion and reached up behind her neck to loosen the ties on her halter dress. The bodice fell to her waist and any room his cock had gained moments before was gone in an instant. His mouth went dry and his dick swelled even larger as his gaze took in the two mounds of perfection before him.
Her skin was creamy and the nipples a rosy pink. The breasts were round and firm, sitting up high and practically begging to be worshipped. Drake licked his lips in anticipation of getting them onto those beauties once again. The taste he’d gotten earlier had only whet his appetite for more. Much more.
She pushed the fabric of her yellow dress down her legs until it pooled at her feet. She kicked it away and stood before him in nothing but a scrap of yellow lace that could hardly be called panties. He knew that the crotch of those undies was soaked with her honey and he had to fight to keep oxygen in his lungs. Her hourglass figure was damn near perfect, and to top it all off she was looking at him like he was something she’d asked Santa for and finally found under the tree.
He reached for the sides of her panties and began to inch them down her legs, revealing her secrets a millimeter at a time and teasing himself until he wanted to scream with frustration. At the rate they were going he would die before he got inside her.
Hell of a way to go.
Sliding his hands between her thighs, he pushed her legs further apart until he could see the glistening pink of her pussy peeking at him. Her mound was smooth and waxed and he leaned forward with a silent evil chuckle and gave her already swollen clit a long lick with his tongue.
Tori screamed and her knees seemed to give way while her fingers dug into his shoulders for support.
That’s it. Take control and get her begging.
He continued to tease the button until her breath was coming in gasps and her nails scored his skin. His palms cupped her buttocks to hold her still and he squeezed the rounded flesh as her hips jerked.
She was close.
Tori thought she might die from too much pleasure. The feel of Drake’s callused hands on her body and his tongue teasing her clit were almost too good to be true. He had her on the edge of climax and he was holding her there, neither letting the arousal ebb nor sending her over.
Her fingers dug into his scalp and his hands helped keep her upright. She was perilously close to falling into a heap at his feet. Heat swept through her and she shook from the onslaught of pleasure that gave her no respite. She threw back her head and squeezed her eyes closed.
“Please,” she croaked, no longer in control of her own responses. Drake was firmly in the driver’s seat playing with her senses like the finest maestro.
“That’s a good girl,” he crooned, his breath warm against her slit. “I know what you need.”
His mouth closed over her clit and sucked, his tongue flicking back and forth. Lightning seemed to zing from one end of her body to the other and then back. It was exactly what she needed to send her flying into space. She screamed his name and her knees finally gave out, her entire body a quivering mess. Somehow they landed in a tangle on the bed as the waves of release gentled and her body was her own again.
In the distance she could hear the sound of Drake shedding his clothes. The bed lifted slightly as he stood and then dipped again as his bare skin pressed against hers. She sighed with pleasure as her hands roamed over the valleys and planes of his large frame.
“Easy, sweetheart.” Drake was holding her hands but she giggled and easily shook him off, letting her eager fingers wander down to explore the very big and very hard cock sandwiched between them. With one hand she encircled him, while with the other she cupped his heavy balls. He muttered an oath and stiffened but she wouldn’t be deterred.
Tori knew he liked the up and down stroking motion on his cock, and it seemed to swell even larger against her palm. His skin was flushed and his breath was ragged and labored. He groaned as she caressed the crinkled skin of his sac and then dipped her head to give him a lick from root to tip.
“To – ri,” Drake moaned, drawing out the second syllable. “Aw fuck, baby. So fucking good.”
Just watching Drake get this turned on was building her arousal all over again. Her thighs were sticky with her honey and her pussy felt very empty. She was going to enjoy every luscious inch of Drake James.
Now.
“Condom?” she whispered against the skin of his ridged abdomen and running her tongue in his belly button. His answer was unintelligible but he seemed to point toward his pants. She tried to keep her mouth busy on him, tracing the veins on the shaft while she fished in the pockets of his discarded jeans.
Pulling out a condom square, she paused to rip open the packet with her teeth and roll it on. Tossing the packaging away, she straddled him and lowered herself down on his yummy cock. The blood was humming through her veins and she could smell the scent of sex in the bedroom. She wanted Drake more than any man she’d ever known. It was better than she’d ever imagined.
Slowly, she took him inside, the walls of her pussy clutching him tightly. He groaned and his fingers flexed on her hips as he stretched her wide with his girth, rubbing naughty hidden spots that made her see stars and sent tingles straight to her toes.
“Ooof!” Tori gasped as the air was knocked out of her. Suddenly she was flat on her back and Drake was hovering on top of her, a purely masculine grin on his face.
Damn, the man had a thing about being dominant.
Not that she was complaining. When he’d flipped them over, his cock had slid in to the hilt and it felt so wonderfully delicious she thought she might faint. He was larger than any lover she’d had previously and damn if bigger wasn’t truly better.
Drake weaved his fingers with hers and placed her hands on either side of her head so she couldn’t reach out and touch him. Their gazes locked as he slowly pulled out almost all the way and then thrust back in hard and fast, taking her breath away. Each stroke built up speed until he was riding her rough, his muscular body covering her feminine one. She felt small and protected as his cock pistoned in and out of her, rubbing her G-spot and sending her closer to another orgasm.
His groin rubbed her already sensitive clit over and over, tightening the rubber band inside of her. When it finally snapped, Drake buried his face in her shoulder, nipping at the skin. She shuddered and trembled as each wave rocked her body.
At some point, he’d let go of her hands and she wrapped her arms around him as he groaned his own completion in her ear. Collapsing on top of her, she stroked his spine and felt the sheen of sweat on his skin and the slight quivering of his muscles as he slowly relaxed.
“That
was amazing.” Tori sighed and savored the closeness. “You’re amazing.”
He was a massive man but the feeling of his heavy body pressing her into the mattress was sweet torture. When he finally rolled away, she immediately felt cold and abandoned. She reached for him to pull him back down but he was already scrounging for his clothes strewn carelessly on the floor.
“What—what are you doing?” It couldn’t have been more than five minutes ago he was pounding her to heaven. Now he was getting dressed?
Drake leaned over and kissed her lips quickly as he fumbled for his pants. The sex had been amazing but he wasn’t ready to deal with the emotions it had evoked. He’d never experienced anything that intense. It blew everything and everyone else away.
“That was great, baby, but I’m on duty early in the morning. I need to get some sleep.”
She levered up and placed a few kisses on his stubbled jaw, tempting him to stay. “You can sleep here.” She ran her hands down his chest and stomach and his cock jumped, despite a giant orgasm only moments earlier. Fuck, he was only human. How was he supposed to resist her? “We could have some more fun later.”
“Wish I could but I have a big day tomorrow.” The room felt like the walls were closing in on him and he gently extricated himself from her arms. He needed some fresh air and some space. He tugged his boxers and jeans up his legs and scanned the dimly lit room for his shirt. He’d call her tomorrow but at the moment he needed to leave and deal with what this meant.
Tori grabbed the garment from the floor and flung it at him, anger etched in her pretty features. It effectively swept away any remnants of afterglow he might have been harboring. He caught the sleeve as it hit his chest.
Obviously he’d fucked up.
“Then you should go.” Tori’s tone was clipped and cool. She slipped into the robe hanging from the bedpost and snapped on the lamp bathing the room in harsh light. The soft, passionate woman who had been in his arms a few minutes ago was gone and in her place was one pissed off chick. “I wouldn’t want to keep you.”
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