Lily's Mistake(14)

     



 

"We fucked yesterday. Did that mean anything to you?" he hisses at me.

Whoa, he doesn't waste time getting to the point. Did it mean something  to me? Yeah, it did, of course, but was it enough to lose my head over?  No. "Well …  I thought it was just …  sex."

Drake makes an evil, cruel laugh. "Sex. Just sex." He laughs again. "I  don't fucking believe this. Lily Alexander, of all women, I would've  never thought you would fuck just to fuck. I guess I was too caught up  seeing and being with you again. I was alone in this it seems."

Okay, that stings a little bit. "I … " I open my mouth and close it. I was what? Sorry? But I'm not sorry.

Drake swiftly stands close to me. "You what, Lil?" he questions bitingly in my ear.

"Can we just forget about it? It was only once." I see him flinch. His eyes cloud over, chilling with temper.

Drake looks at me like he's seeing me for the first time. I know for a  fact that he doesn't like what he's seeing. I'm not naively strung out  on love and adoration for him. I've changed. He can't just expect me to  throw everything out the window just because the ever elusive Drake  Tatum decided to pursue me, us, together. After a minute of him still in  a state of silence, I'm starting to panic. I suddenly wet my dry lips  as my mind stampedes on.

When he speaks again, I tremble. "Let me fuck you tonight. Then you can go."

I gasp at his proposition. Was that even sensible? We're too heightened with tension.

One more night …  in his arms …  one more night.

"Just tonight?" I double check, arching my eyebrow at him.

"Just tonight." Drake looks determined and detached.

Gone is the Drake from earlier. The Drake before me now, is the Drake I  knew so well, a mercurial, insufferable, enthralling, dominating,  blasted kind of a man.





During the ride back, gone were the light touches and hand soothing  gestures. Drake was detached and stone cold. When we arrive outside his  house in Malibu, Drake stops and takes out his gate remote. His home,  Italian style meets contemporary design, comes into view. It's a  rectangular villa made with limestone and bricks. His driveway is lit  with embedded, small, circled-lights along the pathway. The only word  that comes to mind is stunning.

What I immediately notice is that his house is surrounded with a lot of  wild blooms as well as an overabundance of lavender. The smell of  lavender along with the smell of the ocean is rather intoxicating. The  three-car garage door is stained and brushed to perfection in order to  look rustic and Spartan. Old civilization meets contemporary. It was  done in such a perfect blend of colors that it works beautifully,  matching its owner.

Once inside the garage, Drake parks right next to his sports car and  kills the engine. I release my arms from around him and get off the  bike. I try to unlatch the strap around my helmet, but have a hard time  doing so.

Fuck, I cuss inside my head. I hate helmets!

Drake, who already took off his, pulls me close to him and helps me with  it. He is still on his bike, both legs apart, feet on the floor. He  eyes me predatorily. Drake is simply sinful as he smolders. The  dangerous vibe that emanates from him only gets me more excited.

"What?" I ask. My eyes devouring him.

"Lily."

Drake's eyes are dilated when he roughly pulls me against his thigh and  captures my lips. His kiss is punishing, no holds bar as he obliterates  my lips. It's passionate, greedy, fervent and ardent with each kiss. I'm  being consumed with no reservations. Moaning, I place my hands on the  back of his head, locking it against mine. My world tilts as our tongues  spar ferociously.

I want him so fucking much. My head chants it over and over, driving me insane.

Like I weigh nothing, Drake lifts me up and places me on the bike facing  him with my legs on each side of the bike, sitting above his thighs.

His hands are all over me, caressing and probing. Still kissing me, his  hands hastily slide the shoulder straps of my dress off, pushing it down  just enough to expose my breasts. I'm breathless when his hands work  their magic on my nipples. Both thumbs and fingers pinch, twist and pull  in amazing synchronization.

"Drake," I draw his name out with a whisper, panting.

His lips then seek my earlobe and nip all the way down to the base of my  throat as his hands are still doing their delicious ministrations.

"You drive me so crazy, but I can't get enough of you. God, help me. I  just can't." Drake places me on my back, on the gas tank, before he  takes one erect nipple in his mouth.

God help me, indeed.

I arch my body more towards him, his mouth, and his hands while I tug at  his hair every time he playfully bites my pebbled nipples. An  animalistic growl comes from him. With enough force, Drake yanks my  dress off my body, ripping it like it's a piece of paper. My lips hang  ajar as I look at my almost naked body, then look to the ripped dress  that he carelessly flung on the floor.         

     



 

"Open your legs wide," Drake orders.

I only have my black lacy thong on. I plant my soles on both of his  thighs. My legs are a little shaky when I part them to the furthest they  can go.

Using his middle finger, he traces the outline of my thong, right over  the folds of my sex. I shiver as I watch him with utmost concentration.  His finger nudges the soft elastic to the side and his eyes lift,  meeting my gaze. His lips are slightly parted, eyes simply fascinated.  He is deliberately stroking me, in such a slow, turtle-paced speed I'm  starting to get angry at the tease. "Arch towards me."

I do as he asks while his slow-paced finger doesn't accelerate at all.  Drake bites the side of my breast as his middle finger punishingly  strikes inside my entrance. I yelp at his crass invasion. The garage  ceiling starts to spin above me to the motion of his finger. Drake is  rough on me. I didn't mention that I haven't had sex in a year, well  besides for when we were on the airplane. I'm wet, yes, but still, it  stings.

Drake doesn't even give me any indication when he suddenly rips of my  thin, lacy thong while his finger is at its own mission. Twisting his  wrist, his thumb fervently rubs against my core. My body starts to  quake, my breasts shaking, and my back arching as I greedily ask for  more. "Ahh, Drake … " I bite my lip as I moan his name.

He pulls out of me and shockingly sticks half of his middle finger  inside my mouth. Our eyes connect. "Suck your juices off my finger."  Slowly, I suck, all the way to the base of it and up again while I watch  him through my lashes.

"You look so wild and abandoned. I could nut just watching you like  that." I lick my lips when I see him take off his leather jacket and  hastily place it behind me. When he takes his shirt off and dumps it  next to my ripped dress, there is no going back. I hungrily eye him. His  hands skim the sides of my thighs, all the way down, to my ankle. Like a  pro, he grabs my ankles and slides my body down towards him. Strong  arms lift my legs onto his shoulders before his mouth ravages my inner  core.

His hot invasion heats me further. Clutching his thighs, my nails dig  through his jeans when he stabs his tongue in and out of me while his  hands toy with my breasts.

I have no idea where I get the strength to balance my body in that  peculiar position. I have never realized how flexible I am until now.  Drake demolishes me with his tongue and fingers. My body tenses when my  orgasm peaks. I scream his name like it's my fucking salvation.

I'm sweating and panting hard when he comes up for air. "I'm going to  destroy this nice, little, tight pussy, Babe. You won't be able to move  for a few days without hurting. Each time you do, you'll be reminded how  I tore this up." When Drake searches for my lips, I am beyond dizzy.

I'm in a sexual trance. I am hooked, high and flying.

He gently places me back down while he cautiously gets up, unbuckles his  pants and slides them down, mid-thigh. His thick, ready to combust,  cock catches my attention. The head is thick and fat. The silken length  lined with pronounced veins. Everything about this man demands  attention. Even his manhood is a sight to behold.

How the heck did he manage to get that in the last couple of times? I wonder.

He sits back down, his cock positioned upwards stiffly. Drake gathers me  in his arms. I wind my arms around him, as he places my legs over his  thighs. My sex is pressed against his hard, hot length while we make out  again. I cry out when Drake breaks our kiss and trails his mouth across  my jaw to my earlobe.

"Do you want me?" he whispers against my ear while he grabs ahold of his cock and pats it against my wet mound.

"Drake …  I …  want you … " I'm under his mercy. There's no doubt about that.

"How much?" he angrily asks.

I know he is referring to our conversation from earlier in Laguna Beach,  but I'm past caring. At this point, I will say yes to anything. "Very  much."