His words cause the muscles deep down to clench deliciously. You already feel heady as his eyes bore into yours with unsatisfied lust. “What are you going to do about it?” You challenge breathlessly. Drake chuckles darkly as he roughly pulls your leg up around his hip and pushes himself up against you. You inhale sharply before his mouth comes back to yours. A hand tangles in his hair as the other grips his shoulder. His kiss is desperate, his tongue rolling over yours.
His hand moves up your body, his fingers running teasingly over the swell of your breast over your shirt. You moan into his kiss as his fingers slide back down, lightly caressing the sensitive flesh there. His hips push more firmly against yours. Your hips roll against his of their own volition. Drake growls before biting your lip to break the kiss. Your pulse quickens as his lips move to your neck, sharply sucking at the skin there.
Your mind keeps waiting for him to break away from you. You keep anticipating the moment that his conscious comes back into play, and his self-control kicks back into gear. You wait for it, yet it hasn’t happened. There has never been a time when things have gotten this far. His teeth sink down into the skin of your shoulder, leaving twin crescent marks in its wake. His caresses have become bolder, his hand slipping underneath your shirt to cup your breast. His thumb runs along your sensitive skin there making it pucker appreciatively.
Drake’s lips trail back up your neck until he gets to your ear. He nips at your earlobe. “If you want me to stop you better say something now…” He growls in your ear, grinding his hips against yours allowing you to feel just how desperately he wants you.
“Less talk.” You punctuate of your command by sharply pushing your hips back into his and pulling his hair to force his lips away from your neck and fix him with a wonton gaze. You can feel the grip he has on your thigh hooked around his hip tighten. His gaze darkens in the most sinful way. Seeing and feeling the way you affect him is enough to make you shiver.
He smirks at you before pulling you away from the wall and all but ripping your shirt over your head. His eyes move over your exposed chest drinking in the sight before him as if trying to remember every dip and curve of you. “Shirt. Off.” You demand breathlessly before reaching over to help him remove his shirt and crushing your lips against his.
There is no warning as he uses one hand to swipe away everything from the top of the dresser including a lamp that falls to the ground and shatters. The brightness in the small room reflects the loss of the light, leaving the remaining lamp to cast a dim, warm glow over the room. He’s quick to set you atop the dresser before roughly parting your legs to nestle himself against you, his lips never leaving yours. Your hands move to his bare shoulders to steady yourself as a hand glides down your body between your legs. His teasing touches over the fabric of your sweatpants makes you squirm against him, begging for more.
He nips at your bottom lip before breaking the kiss. His lips trail down your neck, pausing briefly to graze your collarbone with his teeth. You have envisioned this moment several times before. In your mind you had created this very scenario. You envisioned the passion and desperation. It had been building up for so long without follow through that part of you had given up hope that he would finally let go of his inhibitions and throw caution to the wind.
You groan in frustration as his lips continue to travel down your body, over your breast, completely steering clear of the one place you crave to feel his lips in that moment. You swear you can feel him smirk against his skin before glancing up, is warm breath caressing your nipple. “Problem?” He whispers in an amused tone.
“You’re not funny.” You mutter as you tilt your head down to glare at him. If the sight of him so deliciously close to your chest wasn’t distracting enough you might genuinely be annoyed.
“I’m not trying to be.” He grins before his tongue gently traces your nipple, eyes still locked with yours before drawing it into his mouth entirely. Your eyes slide shut, unable to think of anything more than the feeling of his mouth on you.
His hand finally slides underneath your pants, fingers gingerly teasing over you. You arch your hips forward. Drake obliges and runs his finger along you, softly brushing his thumb along the most sensitive part of you. A quiet moan escapes you. You can hear his breath hitch he slides a finger inside of you. If there was ever a doubt in his mind that you want him as much as he wants you that was long gone.
The slow torture of him teasing your body has seemed to finally make him impatient. He had seemed to want to take his time, though when he looks at you now you see a fire in his eyes. It’s primal, hungry. All at once he lifts you back onto the floor, jerking down your pants before spinning you around to bend you over the short dresser. You can feel him shift to shove his pants down.
He momentarily stoops down behind you, swiping his tongue along your sex before quickly standing back up and burying himself in you, groaning at the feel of you around him. You bite your lip, trying to stifle a moan as his hands roughly grip your hips, tilting them to push deeper into you. One of his hands snakes around you, a finger sliding across your sensitive flesh, pushing you closer to the edge. You are having a hard time keeping yourself quiet. There’s always a chance someone could hear the commotion and come looking to see what is going on. Then again, with how angry Drake was earlier no one would probable blink an eye at the idea that he angrily broke something in his room.
With one hand still between your legs the other tangles in your hair to pull you up so that he can twist your head enough to roughly kiss you. His movements are becoming more frantic. He buries himself in you time and time again. His lips leave yours, his teeth sinking into the side of your neck aggressively. The sharp pain radiates through your body. You can feel your muscles start to tense, climbing higher and higher before he abruptly stops. He spins you back around before pushing you onto the bed.
“I’m not ready to be done with you yet…” He growls as he moves to cover your body with his. Your breathing is heavy, your body still shaking from how close you had been from coming undone. His lips meet yours desperately before roaming back down your body. Drake stops momentarily to nip at your breasts before continuing lower. His tongue traces your hip bone before his teeth skim over it. You squirm against him ready to protest his slow descent until you feel his strong arms loop under your legs, sharply pulling them up to fully expose yourself to him.
He glances up at you, his tongue running along his lips before his head dips down between your legs. Your hands grasp the blanket beneath you, moaning as his mouth moves against you. He holds your hips down, pinning them in place to keep you from rolling up into him. He is taking his time and some part of you worries it is because this is a one-time deal. That thought flits from your mind quickly as your body starts to climb again. His tongue is relentless as it moves along you. Your hands frantically reach for his shoulders, nails digging into his skin. Once again, you find yourself precariously teetering on the edge of your release when his mouth leaves you.
Your sit up on your elbows, eyes narrowed in his direction as his eyes meet yours again with a grin. His hand slowly swipes down his mouth and chin. “Someone looks grumpy.” He chuckles, using the same word you have used hundreds of times before to describe him.
You’ve had enough of his teasing. You aren’t sure your body can take much more of this. Your breathing is labored, your thoughts clouded with desire. You sit up abruptly. One hand grips the hair at the nape of his neck as the other harshly pushes his shoulder in an attempt to bring him on his back. He indulges your efforts and in one smooth motion you settle yourself above him. His eyes are heavy lidded as he watches you. The sight of Drake beneath you works you up more. Your eyes lock onto his before you grip the headboard and slowly lower yourself onto him.
Drake mumbles a curse under his breath as his hips shift up to push deeper into you. You want to give him the same treatment. You want to give him pleasure and watch him writhe under your command. Your movements are agonizing slow at first. His hands have settled on your thighs, grasping them so hard you are fairly certain you will wake with his handprints bruised into your skin. You move faster using the headboard as leverage. Drake groans loudly as you feel his hips snap up into you. You can feel your release growing closer and closer. Drake’s body has started to tense, his eyes clamped shut. In one extraordinary act of self-control you quickly raise yourself off him entirely, preventing him from meeting his climax.
“Problem?” You repeat his question from earlier, unable to keep the smug look off your face. Your body is trembling. His breathing is heavy, hands still roughly grasping your thighs. The frustration coming over his features is heady knowing how you affect him. His eyes are scorching as they look over you.
You gasp as he swiftly pivots his hips to pull you underneath of him. He wastes no time as his lips find yours, kissing you deeply. Drake teases you ever so slight with his tip, running it over your sensitive flesh before hastily hitching one of your legs up around his hip and slamming into you. Your hands come up to his shoulders, raking down his back as he starts a relentless pace against you. He pounds into you pushing you up to the edge of your release. “Oh god… Drake” You moan. His movements become more frantic. His muscles are tensing. He growls your name against your neck before biting the juncture at your shoulder sending you over that edge. Your name on his lips is your undoing. With one final slam of his hips into yours he goes rigid and collapses on top of you. His body is shaking. He glances down at you after a moment in a daze before pressing his forehead to yours breathing heavily.
Your hand cards sweetly through his hair before tipping your face up to place a gentle kiss to his lips. He returns your kiss as he shifts to pull out of you and roll so that he falls onto his back. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that.” He breathes when he finally pulls his lips from yours.
“Neither do you.” You whisper as you lay your head on his chest completely exhausted. His fingers glide up and down your spine as he sighs contently. You both are quiet with the exception of your labored breathing until you both slip into a deep slumber in each other’s embrace, unaware of the figure passing the room that has heard far more than they would have liked.
Author’s Note: Look a lemon! (FINALLY!) I hope it was worth the wait! There’s more drama to come! Let me know what you think! If you have any suggestions or requests for this story feel free to hit me up! I like adding a little extra for readers and making it a bit more interactive!! Lord knows how much longer PB is going to tease us. Damn them and their amazing characters and stories! Hahaha!
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