him, making my way towards him, needing his lips on mine after a twelve-hour shift.
“You said you were on your way home. You hadn’t called my house that yet. I liked that you did. Angel, you gotta know that was the best part of my day. Not being released from dealing with this shoulder. You calling this house your home, it settled deep in my bones. Even if or when this crazy-ass caller stops, or we find him or her, I don’t want you to leave.”
My arms wrap around his shoulders. His legs open for me to wedge myself between them. “Then you should know I love it just as much as you do. Being able to fall asleep in your arms, waking up there. It’s the best feeling ever, even when you clam jam me,” I joke with him.
“Jesus, have you been hanging out with Bridger?” I shake my head no, and he continues, “I’m glad you like that too, because I’m not going to ever want you to leave my sight, Giana.”
“It’s a good thing I don’t want to be out of your sight then.” I wink. Drake takes that as his in to kiss me, and I feel his soft lips touch mine, his tongue sneaking past my own. He deepens it the moment I moan. Our tongues collide, both of us wanting to give everything we have.
“God, Drake,” I moan in between our kisses. When he bites my bottom lip, I’m done waiting. I pull away from him, grab his hand, and lead him upstairs to the master bedroom. There’s no way I’m waiting another minute to feel him deep inside me.
“In a hurry?” Drake questions.
“Yes, I figured you’d be as hot and bothered as me. Maybe all that getting me off and not letting yourself come backfired on you?” I throw that little tidbit over my shoulder.
“Oh, it didn’t, but I’m not going to rush and be a one-minute man either,” he replies huskily.
“This is not a Missy Elliot song. There will be none of that.” We make it to the bedroom, and I’m already stripping out of my clothes. That past few weeks has been hell, he’s given me everything except his cock. Choosing to withhold his own please, even when we’ve showered together, he held back. He did have me give him a performance while we were in there. It was so hot, I’m pretty sure my legs were spaghetti after that.
I watch as Drake strips. He’s in his usual Nighthawk polo, worn and faded jeans, and is barefoot. The smoldering glances he’s giving me as I take off my work clothes let me know he’s not going to back down this time.
“You’re doing the work today, angel. I hate like hell that you are and that I can’t toss you around, fuck you like I know you’ll like. That will have to wait though.” His words are dripping with desire, much like his cock is right now. My mouth salivates for a taste of it, finally. If Drake holds back from me again, I’m liable to tie him to the bed and have my wicked way with him.
“I never said I wouldn’t mind doing the work.” Drake lies flat on his back on the bed. He fists his cock, stroking it from base to tip. He’s deprived not only me but himself for far too long.
“Then get up here. I want your mouth on my dick and my tongue inside your cunt.” His words should shock me, but they don’t. Drake has had everything inside of me besides his cock. Shit, he’s even getting me used to the idea of anal. He was going down on me the other night in the shower. My foot was resting on the edge of the bench, his tongue deep inside me when his finger hit that forbidden spot, slightly pushing in before retreating. My orgasm was right on the edge when he went deeper. It tipped me right over the edge, leaving me craving more.
“You have to tell me if your shoulder starts hurting though.” My fingers skate a path up from his leg until I get to his length. He moves his hand, allowing me to grip him, wanting a taste of him even though I’m going to have him in my mouth in a matter of moments. My tongue laps at the head of his cock, tasting his pre-cum.
“Fuck, Giana.” I feel his hand dig into the curls hanging beside my face, hindering