He shook his head, a grin rising to his lips and a feral look in his eyes. Goddamn. I’d been with partners who were fire in the sheets, but no one had looked at me with singular focus, the sort of intensity that burnt down buildings.
Drake reached for the hem of my shirt and forced it up, exposing my abs. He traced his fingertips along the surface, and the touch ignited all the desire that bubbled inside me. When he gave the tug, I pushed up and helped him yank my shirt up and over my head, my arms. Then he snapped the button on my jeans, and I shrugged those down too, bringing my boxer briefs along with them. I kicked off my shoes and then extricated myself from my pants the rest of the way before peelingmy socks off. All too fast, I was stripped down on Drake’s bed, exposed to him entirely.
Anticipation thudded through me as he prowled onto the bed, bracketing me with his body, his palms pressing into the mattress on either side of me. Mere inches separated us, and I ached to close it. Except the tension that spread between us held a powder keg note, as if at any moment we’d detonate. My cock strained, pre-cum pooling at the tip. Drake planked overtop me, his hot breath puffing against my face.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” he said, the heat in his tone drifting over me like a caress. “Going to map your body with my teeth, my tongue, my mouth.”
“Yes, please,” I gasped, far breathier than intended. His dark eyes were magnetic, a wildness to them, to the arch of his brows that held me enraptured. God, I needed him inside me. Instead, Drake leaned in and pressed a kiss along the side of my neck. He nipped at the corded muscle there, and a shiver raced through me. He then lowered to lick along my collarbones, savoring each motion rather than rushing. I’d never had a partner take me apart like this, deliver such attention to detail.
I’d never felt so exposed, so seen.
I fucking adored it.
Drake continued lower, and the tip of his tongue circled my nipple. A moan escaped me—I was a slut for nipple play—and he took one bud into his mouth and sucked.
“Oh fuck!” My hips lifted off the bed, my stiff cock brushing against his stomach. He moved to the other one to suck that into his mouth too, and I fisted the sheets on either side of me. Drake seemed to realize what a spot it was for me, because he launched into a relentless attackwith sucks and nips. Moans poured out of me, and my cock leaked like a faucet.
“God, the sounds you make are gorgeous,” Drake said, reaching between us to brush his thumb over the tip of my cock. “And you’re making such a sticky mess of yourself.”
Heat rushed through my body, fast and fierce. His mouth was filthy, and I fucking loved it.
Drake dragged his tongue down my stomach, the movement slow and sinuous. My breaths came out choppy, sweat beading on my forehead. Fuck, I was burning up from the inside out.
“Fuck me,” I begged.
Drake looked up, and the wicked arch of his eyebrow said everything. “I’m not done with you yet, baby.”
The endearment caused more warmth to bloom inside me. The possessive way he said it and the intensity in his gaze made me hope a little too hard that I wasn’t just a hookup for him. But tonight I’d simply enjoy whatever he had in store for me.
Drake nipped down my hipbones, my cock straining, begging for attention. The head was almost purple it was so needy. As much as I wanted to reach down and give it a stroke, it felt even better surrendering to him. Letting him take control.
“You’re so good for me,” he murmured, pressing kisses along my hips. “So pliant, so sweet.”
A shameful whimper escaped my lips, and my whole body flushed.
“Pretty boy likes some praise?” he asked before pressing another kiss, right on a sensitive spot. My hips bucked up again.
“Yes,” I gasped out, clutching the sheets harder to keep from reaching for myself. “Oh god, yes.”
“Well, you keep being so, so good, and I’ll have plenty for you,” he said. His breath puffed against my cock, and I groaned. My ballsthrobbed, the need to unload excruciating. I needed him to touch, to lick, fuck, anything.
Instead, Drake situated himself between my legs, spread them wide, and brushed his thumb across my hole.
“Fuuuck,” I moaned.
“Mmm, see?” he teased. “So good. And this pretty hole is begging for attention.”
Where the hell did he even come from? I’d never had sex with anyone who dirty talked like him, and goddamn, how had I been living without this? Before I could ask, Drake lowered his head. His tongue brushed against my hole, and the shockwave of sensation rushed through me.
“Oh, oh god,” I gasped. He dipped his head again and his tongue painted a filthy stripe from my taint to my hole. Any remaining coherency flew out the window. Drake ate me out like I was his last meal, and the keening noises that emerged from my mouth were brand new. No one had ever taken me apart like this before, but hell, I liked it far too much.
He licked and sucked at my hole, then he thrust his tongue inside. I tilted my head back, surrendering to the sensations that amped up with each pass of his mouth. My entire focus was on him, his hands on my body, his mouth making me unravel. My thighs began to tremble from how good his attention felt, and my cock gushed more pre-cum.
When he pulled back, he gave my ass a hard squeeze and flashed me a cocky grin. His lips glistened with spit from the way he’d lapped at me. “Look at all this gorgeous ink,” he murmured, brushing his fingertips along my ribs where I’d gotten a particularly painful lighthouse tattoo. “You’re a work of art.”
Ngh. If he kept talking to me like this, I was liable to combust. I squirmed on the mattress and spread my legs a little wider.
Drake tapped his fingers at my hole. “And this… damn. I could happily live between your legs.”
