long enough to pull my shirt up and over my head. As soon as I was free of my shirt he pressed back up against me and resumed kissing me with so much force and passion I thought I would explode.
My hands ran down his chest and stomach to the bottom of his shirt, and with some tugging, I lifted it from him and threw it across the room. My legs wrapped back around his waist as he lifted me up, and I felt his hardness push up against me. I groaned into his mouth and I felt him smile.
“Do you like that?”
I mumbled something that resembled a yes as his hands moved from my waist to my bra, unhooking it and pulling it down my arms and away from us. Bare chest to bare chest, I felt my nipples rub against him and I moaned again. No one could make me feel passion like this man did, no one could make me feel so alive. I quickly undid the buttons on his jeans and pushed them and his boxers down. I grabbed his hard dick and ran my hand over it fast and hard.
“Oh God Chloe, that feels so good,” he groaned into my mouth as his hand slid under my skirt and pushed my thong to the side. I felt his thumb rub over my clit roughly, before thrusting two fingers into me, “Thank God you’re wearing a skirt.”
There was nothing sweet or loving about this, he was being rough with me, and I certainly wasn’t being gentle with him. I moaned and arched my back trying to take his fingers deeper inside of me.
“What do you want Chloe? Tell me what you want and it’s yours,” he whispered into my ear, licking as he went.
“Fuck me Drake, please. Fuck me hard and fast.”
He groaned at my words and positioned me over him before thrusting hard and deep into me. I cried out at the feeling of him inside me as he pushed me up against the wall harder, driving into me over and over, harder every time. His mouth caught first one nipple, then the other in his mouth and sucked and bit until I was moaning over and over.
I felt myself tightening and before I knew it, I went over the edge. I had never been very vocal during sex, but with him I screamed his name over and over as I came. With a few final thrusts I felt him shudder as he cried out at his own release.
He dropped his head onto my shoulder as he stood there trying to catch his breath. “That was amazing Chloe. Seriously.” He slowly pulled out and I instantly felt empty without him. He set me on the ground and stepped back, eyeing me the whole time.
All at once, what we had just done hit me. I had cheated on Logan yet again, without so much as a thought to how this would affect him. I slid down the wall until I was sitting on the floor and covered my face with my hands. “Oh my God, what have I done?” I sobbed.
Drake kneeled down in front of me, “Look at me.”
I ignored him as I continued to sob.
“Damn it woman, look at me.”
I shook my head, refusing to move my hands from my face. If I didn’t look at him, this wouldn’t be real, but if I looked him in the eye I would have to face this, whatever it was. He gently wrapped his fingers around my wrists and pulled my hands to my sides. “Please don’t cry Chloe. I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. This one is all me, I just want you so damn bad and I can’t control myself around you. I care so much about you, why can’t you see that?”
“Why now Drake? Before when I tried, you shoved me away. If you had said yes, I would have been yours. Now we’ve royally screwed everything up yet again. Why did you have to wait until I was with him?” I sobbed.
He let go of my wrists and gently cupping my face and pulling it up until I was looking at him. “Because, before we hadn’t known each other very long and you had just told me everything you had to deal with growing up. I knew I was a royal fuck up and I didn’t want to hurt you anymore than you had already been hurt. I’ve got my