The Rocker That Needs Me(17)

It was a mix of whiskey, cinnamon, and something more erotic. I couldn’t put a label on it, but I knew that it was all Drake. That first taste was heady, and I instantly craved more of it. I opened my mouth, silently inviting him in to play so I could have more. The tip of his tongue tickled the roof of my mouth as he tangled it around my own.

A moan left me without my realizing it. My body was aching, my breasts swelling in the tight confines of my bra. I wanted it off, needed it gone, so that they wouldn’t hurt so badly. Lower, I could feel my panties growing damp and tried to hide it by crossing my legs.

My movements caused his head to raise. “Okay?” His voice came out as a growl, almost animalistic.

I nodded. “Yeah.” My own voice was all breathy. “Kiss me again.”

He grinned that grin that only I could make appear. “Oh, I’m going to.”

He brushed his nose with mine, and I felt his lips caressing my cheek. His lips were soft but firm. They trailed across my cheek to my jaw. Sharp teeth nipped at my ear lobe, making goose flesh pop up along my arms. My nipples, already aching in the now tight confines of my bra, pebbled.

My back arched, trying to find relief from the pleasure filled pain. Drake’s hand cupped one breast, his strong fingers squeezing just hard enough to make me cry out. He didn’t lift his head as he massaged my breast while his lips trailed down my neck, and he sucked at the spot where neck met shoulder.

“Your skin tastes so sweet.” He bit down just hard enough to make me beg for more. “I want to eat you up.”

I pushed at his shoulders until he lifted off of me a little. With some space between us, I sat up enough to reach behind me and undo the two clasps that fastened my bra. When the tight undergarment was undone, I let out a relieved sigh.

“Are you hurting, Angel?” he asked, and I nodded. “Come here. I’ll make you feel better.” He gripped the end of my shirt and stripped it off me in one smooth motion. My bra was hanging loosely, the straps halfway down my arms, the rosy pink color a nice compliment to the peaches and cream tone of my skin.

Drake’s fingers were trembling ever so slightly as he pulled the satin material away, exposing my tits to him for the first time. I was proud of them. The full C-cups were perfectly rounded and didn’t sag the way some bigger breasted women’s tended to do. He raised his big hands and cupped both tits, my head swimming with desire.

His thumbs stroked over the hardened nipples. “Fuck, Angel. You are absolutely perfect.”

“I’m glad you think so.” I leaned into his touch, wanting more. “I’m aching, Drake. Please help me.”

His eyes darkened making gold specks appear inside the irises. “Lie back,” he commanded, and I fell back against his pillow. My breasts bounced as I landed, and he couldn’t seem to draw in a breath as he watched them for a moment. I grasped his hands and pulled him toward me.

Instead of kissing me again, like I hoped he would, his head drifted lower. I wasn’t prepared for his hot mouth engulfing my nipple. I cried his name and raked my fingers through his hair, holding him to me as he sucked roughly. Each suck caused muscles deep within my abdomen to contract, and my panties grew wetter by the minute. I could smell that wetness with each shallow breath I inhaled.

Drake’s head rose and I started to protest, but he only switched from one breast to the other. My eyes rolled back in my head as he tugged the nipple with his teeth, biting down enough to make me breathe his name in either protest or encouragement; I wasn’t sure which. He kissed the sting away and licked around the wide areola.

Unable to keep my hands still, I reached for his shirt and practically tore it off him in my haste to get his chest bare. It was free of tattoos, unlike his back, but his abs were defined, and I ran my fingers over the hard angles as he continued to shower kisses over both of my aching breasts.

His whole body trembled at my caressing touch. It was a powerful feeling, making a man tremble. I skimmed my fingers lower, circled his navel with my fingernail, and then kept going. I gripped the edge of his jeans and felt the top of his cock.

He jerked as if I had electrocuted him. His eyes found mine, and I knew that for him it was over. He was too far gone for this to go any slower than it already was, but I was more than ready to kick things into a higher gear. I was soaking wet and needed something I couldn’t even describe. This was passion and no one but Drake could make me feel it.

My jeans and panties disappeared, as did Drake’s jeans. He wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and as soon as he unsnapped the top button, his cock sprung free. I watched as it swayed back and forth with each jerky movement he made to get his jeans off. When he was free of them, he dropped down beside me and pulled me across his chest.