That puts a pep in my step. I don’t want her at home waiting on me, not if I can help it. I close everything out, lock my office, and leave early for the first time in fucking ever.
Twelve
Giana
I pull into the garage, parking my car next to Drake’s SUV, and shake my head. The way he texted, I assumed I’d be home before him, not that I should be surprised. That crazy person who keeps calling still to this day is really cutting into both of our time. Drake being on high alert non-stop and in his whole ‘I’m not coming until we have sex’ thing has been hard, no pun intended. That’s why today I don’t care what he says. I’ll jump him if he doesn’t give in. I get out of my car, make my way inside, and Drake is sitting on the barstool at the kitchen island.
“Hey, you’re home earlier than you thought,” I say to 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 his view. “You look so pretty with my cock in your mouth, but I want to taste you.” Drake moves his hand down to my shoulder, trying to get me to move where he wants me.
I do as he requests. When it comes to him, I’d do anything with and for him, and I know with every piece of my heart, he’d do the same. I straddle his waist, then back myself up until my center is practically on top of his face. Drake pulls me down. The puff of air he blows against my drenched flesh sets off goose bumps along my body.
“Drake,” I whimper.
“I want my cock in your mouth, but Giana?” he murmurs against my pussy.
“Yeah?”
“I’m not coming in your mouth. And if you make me, I’m going to spank this ass red,” he emphasizes while slapping my right and then my left cheek.
“Who says that doesn’t make me want to swallow you even more?” I reply over my shoulder.
“Fucking firecracker,” he grouses. I take him back into my mouth. My cheeks hollow out as I follow my hand down the length of him. Drake’s body freezes beneath me, including the way he was licking me.
“What’s wrong?” I stop what I’m doing to make sure he’s okay and his shoulder hasn’t locked up.
“This isn’t going to work,” he groans. I scramble to get off his face, worried I hurt him.
“Are you okay?”
“Fuck yes, never better, but I’m not gonna last.” He pushes my hips down to his hips.
“What are you doing?” I question.
“I told you, you’re doing the work, but this view right here, I’m taking you like this.” Drake’s cock is right up against my clit, causing me to rock against him.
“This feels so good.”
“It’s about to feel even better.” I feel his hands grab my hips and I know he may have said I’d be doing all the work, but that’s not how Drake operates, and I’m perfectly okay with that.
Thirteen
Drake
I may have told Giana she’d be doing the work, and for the most part she will be, but this I can make happen, and the view of her ass, it’s another added quality. She gets my message of what I want her to do. Holding out for so long better not backfire on me. It gave us time to get to know one another, to learn each other’s bodies, how we got along. Even when I almost went balls deep inside her when we were in bed one day.