“No, you had your chance.” My mouth said one thing but my body melting against him said another. Annoyed at my unwilling chemical reaction to his closeness, I decided to put a stop to his wooing attempt. “I’ve already got plans to meet…” My mind worked furiously. “Dretnor. Yeah, demon boy really turned me on too last night and I know he won’t let me down.”
Drake’s eyes darkened and his brows drew together in fury. I wondered if I was about to meet his beast—what fun. Through clenched teeth, he growled. “You will not meet with that slug. If you have needs, I will take care of them. Know right now, I will not allow another to touch you.”
Talk about fucking possessive. My independent side cackled and prepared snide comebacks at his manly claim over my body. My feminine side just went incoherent with arousal. “We’re not a couple. I’ll see whomever I damned well please.”
“Then I will kill them,” he stated matter of factly. Okay, even my feminist side shut up at those words. Totally fucking hot—like caveman, retro hot.
“I don’t get you,” I grumbled. “Is this about winning? Do you think if you fuck me you’ll get an edge? I don’t cheat,” I stated— much. “Besides, anyone can tell you’re not sidekick material. Why are you trying so hard?”
His face turned serious and his eyes glowed as he replied. “Now that I’ve met you, I don’t intend to let any other male come near you, sidekick or not. So if I need to win this competition to ensure you’re one hundred percent mine, then I will do what I have to so I can win and have you to myself.”
Hot damn. As speeches went, his was a definite panty dropper and shocker. It also smashed through my remaining resistance. “You’d do anything?” I whispered leaning up, mesmerized not only by the smoky look in his eyes, but his possessive words.
“Hell yeah, baby. Like I said, I’ll kill if I have to. I don’t share with others.” With his spine tingling declaration, my legs turned to Jell-O as he leaned down to kiss me.
This time, I wasn’t letting him escape. Breaking off the embrace for just a moment, I opened a portal back to my bedroom and toppled us into it to land on my fluffy mattress.
He chuckled underneath me. “You don’t waste time, do you?”
“I’m tired of waiting,” I grumbled, my hands tearing at his shirt. I found it offensive.
In a blink of an eye, he flipped us so I lay on the bottom and he straddled my waist.
Grabbing the hem of his shirt, he pulled it off revealing his perfect chest with his ripples of mouth-watering muscles. I reached up to touch his smooth skin, dragging my nails lightly down from his pecs to the waist band of his jeans.
He sucked in a breath and I looked up at him. Glowing eyes met mine. “Your turn,” he said huskily, and a moment later I found both my shirt and bra removed and tossed to the side.
My nipples puckered under his scorching gaze. Slowly, he lowered his face and brushed it across my erect nubs. I sighed and arched, willing him to suck them. The hot flick of his tongue, circling around forced a moan from me. I weaved my fingers through his hair and tried to force his mouth to take my engorged nipple into his mouth. He chuckled, his warm breath making them tighten even more.
“Oh no, baby. It seems like I’ve waited an eternity to touch you and I intend to savor every moment.” Suddenly I found my hands removed from his hair, caught in an iron grip and pushed above my head. I struggled to free my hands, but he held me firmly and continued his lazy exploration of my breasts.
My whole body thrummed like a live wire, anticipation stringing me taut. When he finally took my nipple into his mouth, I cried out and arched. It seemed like he tortured me forever, his wet mouth sucking and pulling at my erect aureoles. He lavished attention equally between them, driving me senseless. Eventually I gave up begging him to move lower, too lost in the erotic sensations he invoked. Besides, even though we were both clothed below the waist, it didn’t stop him from settling between my legs and grinding his erection against my sex. My legs wrapped around his waist, cinching him tight.
When he finally stopped his torturous onslaught, my pussy had migrated past the point of wetness into flood territory. I ached for him and whimpered when his welcome weight left mine. I opened heavy eyelids to see him stripping down, and I also answered a few of my own questions. No, he didn’t wear underwear and hot damn, he was huge.
Jutting proudly from his body, his cock bobbed at my perusal and a glistening drop appeared. I licked my lips and went to sit up, so I could lean forward and touch him. He pushed me back.
“Stay where you are.” Under my hungry, disbelieving eyes, he gave me a wicked smile and grabbed his prick, his thumb smoothing his clear liquid over the swollen head.
I almost came it was that fucking hot.
As if sensing my rapidly dwindling control, his deft hands removed my skin tight pants and he grinned appreciatively when he pulled down my soaking panties.
He ran a finger down my moist cleft and I shuddered. “Hands above your head holding the headboard,” he ordered.
“What if I don’t want to?” He was killing me slowly with pleasurable anticipation, and I needed to hurry things along so I didn’t die before the main event. I spread my legs wide and bent my knees exposing my Brazilian shave to him. There wasn’t a male alive who could resist a shaven pussy, especially when I reached down to touch it. I stroked my finger over my velvety folds, wetting it, and then I drew my digit back to my mouth and licked it.
Eyes glowing, Drake crawled between my legs, intent and dangerous. My breath hitched. Face hovering over my sex, he blew on me hotly and I gasped. “If you want me to devour that gorgeous pussy of yours, then grab that headboard and do not let go.” Fast as lightning, I grabbed the slatted wood. I still didn’t understand why when he ordered I listened, and even more baffling why it ramped up my desire.
His wide hands cupped my bottom and lifted me just enough to align my sex with his mouth. Thank Satan’s horns, he didn’t make me wait or beg. He instantly latched his mouth onto my sex and at the first wet stroke of his tongue, I moaned. Then, like he’d done already with my poor nipples, he tortured me orally. He started with small flicks of his tongue against my clit followed by his tongue probing between my lips. Then back to my clit where he’d pinch it with his lips. Oh, the sweet fucking bliss. My fingers clutching the headboard were white knuckled, and though I tried to arch, his hands held me firmly. I whimpered with need.
“Please.”
He responded by letting go of my ass cheeks, but only so he could throw a heavy arm across my lower tummy while he used his other hand to stroke my slick folds. One finger penetrated me, long and seeking, it found my g-spot and pressed on it. I let out a cry and my body went taut.
“Don’t you come yet, baby,” he said in a gravelly voice. I opened my eyes to gaze down at him blearily. “I’m not done with you.”
Then he inserted a second and third finger. He could order me all he wanted, but when his tongue rapidly flicked my clit while his fingers pumped in an out of me, hitting and stroking my g-spot each time, it was a lost cause. My channel tightened almost painfully before spasming in orgasm. And still he finger fucked and licked me.
I keened, my pussy contracting hard, wave after wave of ecstasy roaring through my body. Just when I thought I’d black out from pleasure, he finally stopped his torture.
Lucky me, he wasn’t done yet. The swollen head of his cock rubbed against my moist core, teasing me. I whimpered. It felt like I hadn’t just cum most wondrously, I wanted him so bad. I needed him inside me, pounding. I went to let go of the headboard to clutch him, but like he read my mind, he growled.