Page 73 of Drive Me Crazy
These what-ifs sit a lot more comfortably in my mind than the ones PlayMedia left me with. Before I can say anything else that’ll send me into a tailspin of self-doubt, Blake presses his warm lips against mine. Even a kiss is enough to weaken me. The light stubble on his chin grazes against my face, no doubt making my pale skin bright red. One of his hands slowly slides under my robe and I melt into his touch. My breasts warm beneath his cool touch as he runs his thumbs over my nipples, teasing them to stiff peaks. His hands continue to wander around, caressing every part of my body he can reach. He pulls back, watching me with dark, hungry eyes.
“You are so amazingly talented,” he says, his voice husky. “Stop questioning yourself.”
His pupils dilate with desire as he traces his fingers down my body, watching as my skin erupts in goose bumps. He pulls my thong to the side, his finger slipping easily between my wet folds. My hips instinctually begin to move, and I spread my legs wider, giving him more access.
“I need you,” Blake groans. His words send a lightning bolt straight to my core. I’m not sure if it’s how desperate he looksor the little pout I’ve grown so fond of, but I quickly say yes. Without another word, he spins me around so I’m facing the mirror. Our ragged breathing is the only sound as Blake slips on a condom.
“Want you to watch how sexy you are when I’m inside you,” Blake whispers as he slowly rocks into me. His tone is raspy, making my ache for him even stronger. A rush of air leaves my lungs as he stretches me full. My hands press against the counter in front of me, trying to steady myself so I don’t pass out from pleasure. His touch has the power to soothe me and set me on fire all at once. It’s overwhelming and he knows it. He tugs on my hair, forcing me to focus on the mirror.
“Feels so good, baby,” he murmurs, teasing my exposed neck with wet kisses. “Love how wet you get for me.”
Each thrust becomes more urgent than the last. I whimper as Blake drags his hand down my body until his thumb is pressed against my clit, rubbing it in circles that match his pace. Some sort of noise slips through my lips, urging him on. I can’t think, let alone speak. My brain’s shutting down, letting my body do the talking instead. Blake readjusts his stance to support my shaking legs and the new position hits my sweet spot. I’m putty in Blake’s hands as he guides my hips back to meet his. He looks stunning. Sliding his tongue over his full lips, watching himself disappear inside of me with each stutter of his hips.
When he looks up to find me staring, he smiles so guilelessly it makes me tighten around him. We’re both desperate for release and when our eyes lock again in the mirror, heat floods my body as I’m pushed over the edge. Every nerve sparks and then fades out. Blake holds me tightly against him, not letting my body slump as he continues to thrust into me. Shortly after, he shudders before stiffening in release. He presses a kiss between my shoulder blades before sliding out of me.
Iturn around and slide my hands through his hair, capturing his lips for a quick kiss. “Thank you.”
“For what? Giving you an orgasm?”
If I thanked Blake after every orgasm he gave me, I’d be a record on repeat. “Sure, but I meant for supporting me.”
“Of course, love,” he says, kissing my temple. “Anything else I can do for you?”
“What if … you made me pancakes?” I shoot him a hopeful smile. “That’d be nice.”
Blake lets out a deep chuckle before heading downstairs to get breakfast started. I finish getting dressed, coming up with as many positive what-if scenarios in my head. There’s a chance that my new hypothetical podcast may explode like the Hindenburg. But what if it doesn’t?
I WAIT until I see Josie in Mexico to tell her about my meeting with Remi. My expectation that she’ll start singing “Happy” by Pharrell or “Oh My God” by Adele is so far off base, it’s not even in a baseball stadium. Instead, she hits me with some of Justin Bieber’s “That Should Be Me.” Not letting her tag along to meet her idol was sacrilege and the highest offense I could’ve possibly committed.
We’re eating lunch in the cafeteria before afternoon practice when Josie says, “I cannot believe you didn’t invite me.”
She’s said the same thing ten times in the past two minutes.
“It was a business meeting!” I argue. I’ve never been to a business meeting where someone said “nipples” so many times, but there’s a first time for everything. I tried keeping a mental count but gave up after reaching eight.
“So unfair.” Josie aggressively dunks her grilled cheese into her tomato soup. Red drops splash onto the cafeteria table. “You got to meet with Remi Barnes, and I had to teach a man-child how to do a bloody TikTok dance.”
Asmuch as Josie complains about Theo, the two of them are thick as thieves.
“It got over ten million views,” I remind her. “That’s pretty cool, Jos.”
Theo’s not a dancer, but the enthusiasm he put into his performance on McAllister’s TikTok account was award-winning. It took Josie over an hour to teach him three simple moves, but it was well worth it. I think I’ve watched the video over a hundred times. Hell will freeze over before Blake participates in anything like that, but at least she has one driver willing to go along with the social media trends.
Josie sighs in defeat. “Was she as cool in person as she is on her podcast?”
“She suggested I let Blake use nipple clamps on me to enhance my orgasms.” I cringe at the memory. “And then told me that a lot of athletes like being calleddaddyand asked if Blake was one of them.”
If I can survive an interrogation from Remi, I’m positive I’ll be able to handle the paparazzi and reporters who will no doubt hound me the moment my relationship with Blake goes public. Remi’s questions didn’t offend me, but they did almost knock me right out of my chair. The way she casually talked about butt plugs and anal sex made me feel like a prude.
Josie’s mouth falls open and her spoon clatters onto the table. “You asked her for sex advice?”
“Shh! I didn’t ask,” I whisper-yell. “It was an unsolicited recommendation.”
“I don’t know!” Josie says back, lowering her voice. “Those seem like awfully specific suggestions, babes.”
We stare at each other for a solid fifteen seconds before dissolving into laughter, clutching the table as we fight for air. It takes five minutes before either of us can speak without gasping for breath. I don’t even know why we’re laughing, which somehow makes it funnier.
“Okay,now tell me everything,” Josie finally manages to say. She claps her hands together before stealing a few parmesan garlic fries off my plate. Albie’s fries have made my favorite pair of jeans a little too tight, but it’s so worth it. “And don’t spare a single detail.”
