Page 24 of Jocked Up

“It’s a surprise, my lovely little mommy. Just sit tight.” Drake grinned over at me and turned the radio up. He’d put together a collection of songs that he knew I loved, love songs that spoke of burning passion, decades of devotion, and family life.

“Are we going to Mississippi?” I asked as he took an exit to head onto I-10 going towards New Orleans. He didn’t answer; he just started to sing to me. He looked over at me and gave me a wink, a wink that did wobbly things to my tummy, and lower. Oh my.

Maybe it was New Orleans? The whole thing was a mystery. Drake had woken me up this morning and told me to get a shower, pack an overnight bag, and he’d get the kids ready. We were going out for some grownup time. I hadn’t protested, only smiled as I went into the bathroom.

Drake hadn’t been cold lately but he’d been on edge. Since Peter broke his arm in fact, but this morning his whole mood was different, happier and freer. I had begun to worry that Drake was growing discontent with home life, maybe that scare with Peter had made him change his mind about being a parent?

But his devotion to the kids hadn’t changed, he’d just seemed tense. That’s the only way I could think to describe it, he was on edge. I just didn’t know why.

Before long we were pulling onto an exit and heading off the interstate and into New Orleans. I knew where we were going, unless this was just a rest stop?

“Need a break?” I asked, hoping we were heading into the city. I hadn’t been to New Orleans since Hurricane Katrina did all of her damage but I’d always wanted to go. Strange how you can live so close to a place but never quite make it there. The town was charming with a French air that no amount of time could dispel.

I looked at the architecture of the passing buildings, the old world style of even the street lights and street signs and fell in love all over. I truly did love this place. How had he known?

He brought us to a historic hotel just off of Bienville Street, a Greek Revival behemoth that took my breath away. The staff soon took our bags up to our room and we were shown out to a large terrace where we had lunch listening to a water fountain tinkling in the background.

We laughed over Drake’s pronunciations of some of the French words on the menu and he asked me about teaching French Immersion. I was going back to teaching this summer but for now, I didn’t miss it. I was enjoying my time with my children and with Drake far too much.

Drake’s eyes sparkled and he looked relaxed in a pair of black trousers with a charcoal grey knit top on. His hair had been cut recently and something was just different about him. There was a nervous energy to the man but he seemed as though he were walking on air. I have to admit, I was beginning to wonder what this wining and dining was about and why he’d brought me to New Orleans.

I found out that evening as we hopped into a horse-drawn carriage that drove us around the fragrant landscape of the Garden District after dark. Drake fidgeted for a bit, the carriage driver turned back to him at one point to ask him if he was alright, and I just sat quietly, knowing what was coming, waiting for it, wanting it, but oh so nervous. Why else would he bring me out here?

“Bethany?” Drake asked suddenly, turning to me. He looked terrified and turned away.

“Yes, Drake?” I asked, hoping, waiting.

“Do you want to go back to the hotel now?” He looked defeated, aw, he’d lost his nerve, poor man!

“Sure darling, we can go back.” I’d remind him why he should ask that question he was about to ask.

Chapter Fifteen

We went back up to our room, Drake’s left hand stuck in his pocket, worrying something there as we waited for the elevator. As soon as the doors closed I moved in, pushing him up against the wall as I claimed his mouth with mine. He started to say my name but then gave in, pulling me closer to him by placing his hands on my bottom and pulling up.

I moaned into his mouth at the intimate touch and slid a thigh between his, rubbing the hard ridge pressing into my soft flesh. Already hard Drake was too busy sucking my tongue to notice the doors had opened and the elevator had stopped. His hands were sliding up under my blouse, heading to my breasts when I pulled away, taking his hand to lead him to our room.

We soon found the room and I headed straight into the bathroom. Not spotting a tub I started the shower instead. Made of glass and black tiles the shower stall had water jets in the walls as well as an overhead stream. I set the flows to steam and went back to Drake. I pulled his shirt over his head and ran my hands over his muscular chest. He spent a good bit of time in the home gym he’d set up and I’d joined him this last month, determined to get rid of my baby weight.

We hadn’t had sex since Petra was born and I’d started to feel like a frump. I knew it was because of the doctor’s orders, then life getting in the way but I’m glad we were here now. I bent down, flicking a tongue over his left nipple and he growled, he actually growled! Oh boy!

Moving my hand down I undid his trousers and smiled happily when I heard them fall to the floor. Our shoes had disappeared when we walked into the room but now I could feel him toeing off his socks. Once that was done and my hand had wrapped around his cock I felt him pulling my clothes off, letting my shorts slide down as the divided top I had on disappeared. It was in two sections so that I could pull one side down but for now, it was a hindrance I didn’t need.

Drake was enjoying my teasing strokes on his hot length but he wanted more. He pulled us into the shower and soon we were both steamy and wet as Drake dispensed some shampoo from the dispenser on the wall and smoothed it into my long hair. He massaged my scalp as I stood in front of him before cleaning the long lengths. It took some doing to get it rinsed out in the steam but Drake took that opportunity to soap my nipples, teasing the overly sensitive buds at the same time.

When he pinched the dark nubs I gasped and wanted him to take me then. He turned me back to the wall now that my hair was rinsed and I thought that was the moment, he was going to be inside of me soon.

Instead, he soaped my back with a washcloth covered in liquid soap, running the cloth along my neck, down my smooth back, further down to the divide in my bottom, his finger massaging at the tender hole he found there. I squirmed, gasping once more.

“Oh don’t tease me, Drake. Baby, it’s been too long, please fuck me now, oh please fuck me!” I begged him, I’m not ashamed of it.

“In due time, my sweet.” He whispered into my ear or maybe it was only the sound of the steam jetting out of the heads. My knees went weak either way, and Drake caught me, bracing me against his hips. He thrust into me; his erection between us as my hips reacted, arching back to meet him.

“Oh Bethany, you are beautiful baby.” He said as we moved together. I heard his words and felt as beautiful as he said I was.

The heat was building up inside of me, the steam almost stealing my breath away, as his fingers dipped down, over my hip, sliding between my lower lips to find my throbbing clitoris. I moaned out loud, deep and guttural as his fingers pressed into the organ, my pink flesh all but red now with arousal.

“Drake, oh baby don’t stop.” I urged as his fingers swirled around the tiny button, gently pinching it before moving into delightfully tight circles. “Oh that’s it, that’s it.”