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"Are you sure you aren’t hurt? Positive? Any cuts? What the hell happened out there?" He looked more freaked out than I’d ever seen.
"I’m fine, seriously. The only thing I’m worried about is getting punished. I never got the guy I chased." Memories of Liam choking to death on his own blood surged into my memory.
"Come on, let’s get you back to your room," Drake said, standing and extending a hand to me.
Before we were out of the dining room, Drake was peppering me with questions. It was strange how worried he was. We were all going to end up going outside eventually. He had to know it would happen to me too. Though the way I’d been sent out was completely different. I still had the sneaking suspicion it was Sam getting back at me for milking my ankle.
"Who did you hunt?" Drake asked.
I sighed and tried to hold back the disgust in my voice. "One of my old foster dads. I’d always thought he was a good person. But he’d apparently been raping and molesting little boys."
He gave a weary sigh and ran a hand up my back. "I’m sorry. I can’t imagine how awful that must have been to hear."
My shoulder bobbed with a half shrug. "It looks like there aren’t any decent people in the world."
"Well, I’d like to show you different," Drake said.
Something in his voice made me pause and look at him mid-stride. "I wasn’t talking about you," I said quickly. "You’re different."
Drake rolled his eyes. "After everything I’ve done in here? Doubtful, but I do want to try to be a decent person." he paused for a moment before continuing. "Especially when it comes to you." Something in his eyes changed, like a wall suddenly cracked and fell apart. "Dahlia, when we woke up and you weren’t at breakfast, I was terrified. I had no idea what had happened to you. Then when Sam told me to cut the others until you got back. I just, well, I kept thinking the worst."
I’d never seen Drake look this lost or upset. It hurt my heart, but more than that, it made me see that he cared for me. I felt special. He truly wanted me to be safe and taken care of. I’d never had that before, and receiving that emotional gift from someone was what I’d always dreamed of. If there was one thing about this house that made me happy, it was finding Drake.
Before he could say anything else, I slid my hand along the front of his sweatpants, tracing my fingers across the outline of his cock. "Show me how scared you were," I whispered.
Drake stared into my eyes, the fear and anxiety replaced by the raging flames of desire. He glanced down the hallway, making sure no one was around. In one quick motion, he pushed me against the wall, dropped to his knees, and slid his tongue across my clit.
"Oh fuck," I gasped, and undid the zipper on my vest, letting it drop open revealing my breasts.
With a pinch of my nipples, I pressed my hips toward his face, groaning as he slid a finger inside me. His tongue flicked back and forth then circled my clit.
I ran a hand through his hair. "I want your dick. Fuck me, Drake."
In a flash, he stood and tugged his sweat pants and boxers down. The thick and throbbing cock stood rigid in front of me. I stroked it twice before Drake pushed my hand away, lifted me by my hips, and lowered me onto it. He was god damned strong, and I was small, like a toy in his hands. As he slid into my pussy my head dropped back, thumping gently against the wall. Inch after inch of him slipped in until he was buried inside me, filling me. He lowered his face to my breasts, taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it as he began to slam his hips against me.
His body crushed me against the wall as he drew his dick out and then rammed it back in again and again. Wrapping my arms around his neck and holding myself up while he took me, I let my gaze drift down to see the length of him disappear into me. Sweet ecstasy flooded me as pleasure steadily spread out from my pussy to the rest of my body. Part of it was the excitement and danger of doing it right there against the wall where anyone could walk by. Sam could have been watching right then at the same moment. The threat of punishment or pain should have stopped us. We should have thought this was wrong, but it wasn’t. Nothing had ever been this right. The fact that we needed each other and couldn’t wait. Spontaneous and hot. It made my pussy wet, soaking Drake’s gorgeous cock as he fucked me.
Drake raised his eyes to meet mine, our gaze locked for an instant before he pushed his face forward, kissing me deeper than I’d ever been kissed before. His tongue slipped into my mouth in time with his dick thrusting into me. We moaned into each other’s mouths, vanishing into one another. For several seconds, I couldn’t tell where I ended and Drake began. We were one thing, one creature racing toward climax.
Still kissing me, his hips moved faster, his body tensed beneath my hands, muscles flexing as he drew ever closer to climax. I wrapped my legs around his hips, and slammed myself into him.
"Are you close?" he whispered, his voice ragged with exertion.
"Almost," I said, moaning as I did.
He reached around me, and slapped my ass. Hard enough I had to stifle a squeal of pain, but it sent me over the edge. A cascade of pleasure and pain toppled me like a house of cards. I came harder than I ever had in my life, my pussy throbbed and flexed around his cock, and he never slowed. Each movement sent another wave of pleasure through me until I was unable to do anything. I hung nearly limp, held up by nothing but his arms and the wall behind me, and still he fucked me even harder.
It took me a moment to realize he was speaking, murmuring as he fucked me. He was saying my name, repeating it over and over with each thrust. "Dahlia. Dahlia. Dahlia."
Something about it brought a smile to my lips, a smile that grew wider when he finally came. A grunting moan as he buried himself deep inside me, his cock twitching and pulsing as he filled me with cum. Even as he shivered and twitched in his climax, he pulled me closer, enveloping me in his arms. At that moment, I couldn’t imagine anything being a safer place.
We stayed like that for several seconds before he finally pulled himself out of me. There was a nearly indescribable sadness and ache in my chest when he was gone, almost like a part of myself had been pulled out of my body.
"Come on," he said as he pulled his pants up. "Let’s get you to your room. You can shower up."
I followed, still shaky from getting my brains fucked out. His cum dripped down my inner thigh, but I didn’t care. The afterglow helped erase all the bad shit that had happened the last couple of days from my mind. Even if it only lasted a few minutes, I would bask in that and enjoy forgetting.
The vest bounced uncomfortably at my sides, and I realized my breasts were still hanging out. Perfunctorily, I zipped it back up, though in my current state it didn’t matter all that much. At the door to my room, Drake grabbed me and pulled me close, looking deeply into my eyes. Again, I sensed how afraid he’d been for me.
