Page 8 of Jocked Up

What had been happy and light-hearted, a moment of laughter, turned serious as my mind went back to the feel of Drake’s lips on mine that night. I remembered how we’d been drawn to each other, unable to move away, to fight the fire burning between us. I looked into his eyes and knew he remembered, I saw it in the way his lips parted, the way he sighed out an “oh”. I remembered the way he’d groaned when he felt my body pressing into his and my hand slid across the table as awareness snapped like static electricity. I looked into his eyes and there was only one thing I could say.

“Take me home.”

He held his hand up to the waitress and we were out of the place in less than two minutes.

Chapter Five

Our bodies came together in the dark recess of my front door, his hands in my hair, tilting my head as his lips sealed against mine. My arms were around his waist, pulling him close, my hunger growing for him as his silken tongue slid across my bottom lip, inviting me to open for him. I did and saw stars as a deep purr of satisfaction rumbled through his chest.

Quickly, I groped for the door, for once glad I’d forgot to lock it. We tumbled into the house, heading for the couch in the living room. The room was full of air and light, clean, tiny, and the couch big enough for both of us. His lips never left mine as we peeled off our clothes, eager to be skin to skin. My dress disappeared, his shirt, and we were left with only our underwear and a pair of jeans between us. Even our shoes had disappeared.

I liked Drake in only his jeans, the material stretching across his ass an invitation I could resist but I soon slid a hand beneath the cloth as his hands began to explore me. I was glad now I’d stopped on the way home for new lingerie. Grey silk and black lace edgings made the soft material sexy and Drake’s eyes devoured me before his hands took my breasts, kneading the soft flesh gently as his head came to rest between the globes.

He inhaled my scent, a new one I’d also picked up, and he gave a soft moan of delight. I smiled but needed his touch; I needed to feel the passion only he could stir in me. I’d cut myself off from love, I’d smothered my libido and that was part of the reason I’d been so angry with Drake, I’d not been touched by passion since Peter was conceived. Oh, how I needed it now.

“Touch me.” I pleaded, pressing my breasts into his palms as my hips brushed against his bulging zipper. “Please touch me, Drake.”

He stopped for a moment, uncertainty in his gaze, but I put my hand over his and ground my hips into his once more, a physical plea. His moment of doubt passed and his fingers brushed away the cups of my bra, revealing the dark nipples I’d been so embarrassed about as a younger woman. He’d said they were beautiful, their rich darkness a contrast he adored. His lips suckled one, then the other eagerly, making me moan as he sucked hard at each in turn.

My legs wrapped around his hips, needing to feel him pressing into my hot center. I felt as though a fire burned there, a needful ache that only he could quench, but his touch, his lips, his sounds only made the fire hotter, the ache deeper, and I needed more. Something had to satisfy this burning need, something only he could give me.

“Drake.” I was lost in his touch in the sweet power of his lips teasing my nipples into tight peaks. His fingers moved with my sigh, down my stomach, beneath the silk of my panties, and slid at last into the wet heat of my outer lips. I bit my lip as his fingers found me, sliding damply inside of my wet walls.

Impossibly, the fire grew even hotter, and I was calling his name as his fingers thrust into me, his body on one side of me where we were stretched out on the basic black couch, He watched me as he stirred my arousal to a height I’d never imagined before. There, with my legs falling open one moment and then clamping together with the next, Drake’s finger drove me to the edge as his lips teased my nipples.

Inside of me, his fingers slid around, plunging deep before retreating, making me cry out with abandon. When his thumb found my clit electric pleasure surged through my body and I was lost, falling into the abyss that was release.

“That’s it, Bethany. Show me how truly beautiful you are. Come for me baby, don’t let it stop. Stay with me.” He urged me on, his hips pressing into mine and I could feel the long hard length of him. That would be mine soon too. Once more I fell over into passion, my breasts pressed into his mouth as my hips pressed back into the couch, my body moving as it wished.

I lost all control, all will, as Drake made my body dance for him. His fingers never stopped moving, not until I gave a final shout of pleasure. His pants finally disappeared and he was over me, our eyes locked together. He breathed out, long and slow, and I thought he was going to say something but he didn’t, and I closed my eyes, making the world only my body and his as he surged into me.

A sharp burst of air left his lips and my eyes flew open. We were together, we were one, and Drake’s eyes reflected my own wonder of just how beautiful it felt. Without the shame of him almost being my step-brother, without the teenage hormones and doubts all I felt was the exquisite sensation of having Drake inside of me. I moved, shifting to let him slide deeper, and we began moving together.

Drake slid his hand under my bottom, tilting my hips to accept more of him as my legs wrapped around his hips once more. He groaned as we moved together and my hands, clenched at his shoulders, dug into his flesh in response. Letting my head fall back with my own answering moan I gave myself up to Drake, letting him do as he pleased.

I clenched my inner muscles around him, wanting to feel his release, to urge him on. I wanted to watch his face as his control slipped. There’s something inherently powerful about making a man lose his will to hold back, to make him let go as he emptied into you. Or so I’m told.

My hands roamed his silky skin, trying to find the spots that made him moan. I might be a modern woman but I truly had little idea about being a sex goddess. I kept myself so busy I didn’t even masturbate anymore. I went to bed far too tired to even contemplate it. But now I wish I’d have at least read some kind of online blog about how to please my man. All I had now was innocent caresses that might not be so innocent.

Curious, I let my hand slide down between us, to feel myself hot and damp. The pressure of my own fingers was exciting but as my fingers slide further down, sliding around the hard length of Drake’s surging flesh he gasped. My eyes quickly went to his face, the studied concentration was broken now as he looked down at me, his mouth open as his eyes caught mine. Mine glinted wickedly, I could all but feel it, and he gave me his own devilish grin.

“Oh two can play that game, missy.” He said as he took the weight off of one arm and tweaked my right nipple.

My body responded instantly as it bowed, my nipple pressing into his hand.

“That’s just evil.” I said to him, my own fingers going to his flat nipples. Taking both between my fingers I admired his tan flesh for a moment before squeezing.

“Fucking hell!” Drake’s words verbalized his body’s response to my fingers. His cock pressed into me, deeper, as his hips thrust against his will. “That is new and oh so good!”

I felt a surge of pleasure bolt through my body at his words. Mixed into that was something new, something highly erotic and delightful. Power! I had the power to make this man feel something more than the run of the mill arousal he had known before. I continued to watch his face as he stroked into me, wondering what was going to finally send him over the edge.

My legs were wrapped around his waist, my inner muscles clenching at him, and his nipples were nestled between the silky soft tips of my fingers.

“Kiss me, Drake.”

He looked down at me then and blinked, but did as I asked. His lips met mine and our lips played over each other as his every breath came faster. As my tongue snaked out, teasing his lips his breathing halted. For a moment, his hips faltered. When I sucked at his tongue with my mouth he groaned loudly and I felt the first pulsing of his orgasm.

My own body responded to the moment, the heady erotic sensations sucking me along with him as we cried out together, our bodies joined, our pleasure fusing us together in that moment. I followed once more, my body a jumble of nerves until I floated back down, a sensation of suddenly crashing back to earth, back into my own body leaving me breathless and in awe.