And of course Drake was ridiculously hot, kissed me until I was delirious, and exuded this competency and spark of danger that I was addicted to.
Not a great recipe for casual hookup.
But I couldn’t ask for more when I’d started looking at rentals in Florida. Which felt wrong, but what could I do? Say no to my folks? They’d looked so sad.
I pressed my forehead to the steering wheel and sucked in a deep breath to compose myself. Then I left the car, locked it, and headed down the front pathway to Drake’s front door.
I’d barely lifted my knuckles to knock when the door swung open.
I’d just seen him back at the music hall, but the sight of him knocked the breath from my lungs. His dark hair was swept to the side, and his jeans clung to those muscled thighs like SecondSkin. The fantasies of him fucking me, of him staying inside me through the night, had roared to life and refused to leave. Fuck, part of me was dying to let him in bare, even though we’d need to talk beforehand.
“Come on in,” he said, turning on his heel and heading farther into his place.
I followed, bringing the door shut behind me. The walls weren’t decorated with much, all eggshell white like he’d never painted after moving in. Honestly, it surprised me. With how full of life he was, how much he lived, I expected his place to explode with color. The bare walls made my fingers itch, made me want to paint.
“Going to offer me a drink or your cock?” I asked as we wandered past the foyer and by the stairs.
Drake let out a bark of a laugh. “Depends on what you’d prefer to drink.”
“Your cum, clearly,” I responded, warmth rousing in my chest. The way his eyes scorched as he scanned me over left me a little breathless. I didn’t know why I’d bothered with clothes if he was going to eye-fuck me that hard.
“I’ve been fantasizing about this ass,” he said, taking another step toward me until there were mere inches between us. He reached around and grabbed my ass hard. My cock woke to life at once.
“Oh yeah?” I asked, arching a brow. “What do you want to do to it?”
He kept his firm grip on my ass as he stared down at me, mere inches between our bodies, the tension excruciating. “I want to bend you over and pry your cheeks open, then rim you until you’re in tears. Then I want to sink inside you and fuck you until you forget your name.”
“Ngh, yes,” I moaned, the images flashing through me fast and furious.
“And then I want to stay inside that pretty little hole for as long as possible, teasing and toying with your cock while you wait to come,” he said, his voice pure velvet and gravel.
Flames roared through me. It was like he’d plucked straight into my head and pulled out the secret desires I harbored. “Do you need me to beg? Because I’ll fucking beg.”
“No need, baby,” he murmured as he let go of the grip on my ass. His palm slid against mine, and he gave my hand a tug. “Follow me.”
He led me up the staircase, and I couldn’t help but fixate on the cocky saunter, his muscular ass on full display in those Levis. I chewed on my lower lip until I tasted blood. Damn, he was five-alarm hot, and I still couldn’t believe we were hooking up. Even though he seemed like the cool guy, the bad boy, never once had he made me feel dumb or too much for the excessive amounts I texted him and the random questions that popped into my head.
And after having his thick, heavy cock in my mouth the other night, I’d been dying to get him inside me.
“Bedroom’s here,” he said as he guided us to the left and in through the open door. The hallway was equally undecorated, which struck me as odd.
“Spartan lifestyle?” I asked, giving a glance to the walls.
“More like terrible taste and no drive. Maybe if it wasn’t just me here…” he trailed off and shook his head, like he was clearing an Etch-A-Sketch. “Come on. Going to decorate my house or get in my bed?”
“The latter,” I said, rushing past him in the room. I didn’t hesitate, just leapt for his bed, arms out like I was a flying squirrel or some shit. I landed face-first into the mattress with a whumph.
The lights flickered on, and I flipped over onto my back. Drake stood by the doorframe, his arms crossed, which only placed his veiny forearms on display. His eyes twinkled with amusement.
“You’re a little overdressed for bed,” he said, his voice husky.
The tension in the room heightened, and the air thickened between us.
“Oh, no-clothes policy?” I teased, playing with the button of my jeans.
“I need you stripped down and on my sheets.” Drake prowled over until he stood before me. The sight of him looming over got me hotter, my cock rigid. Damn, he was a fantasy come to life.
“Don’t know,” I said, stretching to fold my hands behind my head. “I’m pretty comfortable.”
