Page 24 of Pretend I’m Yours
I closed my eyes and arched my back, letting out another moan as he continued to pleasure me. I could feel his hard cock, the tip already wet with need, rubbing against my leg, and I lifted my hips, silently begging him to be inside me.
Drake reached down and took his dick in his hand pressing the head of it to my opening, teasing me for a second before pushing himself inside. I let out a cry of pleasure as he kept pushing until his full length was in me, and he let out a gasp that told me it was as good for him as it was for me.
Then, he started thrusting. Hard, fast, smooth, gliding in and out of my wet pussy as my hands ran down his back, leaving little red marks from my fingernails. He grabbed at my breasts and delved his mouth into the crook of my neck, kissing and licking me as he continued to push himself in and draw himself out.
“I’m going to come!” I gasped. “Don’t stop!”
“Me too,” he said in a low, aroused tone, “Come with me, baby.”
I moaned loudly. He was thrusting faster and harder, with each one pushing me closer and closer to climax. The tension was building deep inside me until it was more than I could stand. I let out a cry of pleasure as the waves washed over me, then, I pressed my teeth to his shoulder, enjoying each second the orgasm rushed to every bit of my being.
Drake finished at nearly the same time, also letting out a moan of satisfaction as his dick bucked and started to pulse inside me. He moaned, easing himself down onto my bare body as he emptied himself fully into me.
Neither of us spoke as we held each other, catching our breath. I wasn’t sure what to say, and I had a feeling he was dumbstruck as well. Then, he suddenly lifted himself slightly, planting a light kiss on my cheek before pulling himself out. I smiled softly as he rose from the couch and gathered his things then hurried to his room, closing the door behind him.
Within seconds the shower was running, and I slipped off the couch to get my own clothes. Pausing my movie, I slipped into my room and also closed the door, waiting to emerge until I heard Drake leave to meet his friends.
So many emotions were running through me, I hardly knew what to think. I didn’t want to think. I just wanted to be.
I just had sex with Drake. I waited for the guilt and shame to hit me, but it never came. All I felt was happy. Safe. Satisfied.
And I hoped it’d stay that way.
11
Drake
The sound of the door opening and closing in the other room woke me, and I stared up at the ceiling. It was ten minutes until nine on a Monday morning, and I had a feeling Hannah was on her way to school.
I hadn’t said much to her since Friday. She was in her room with the door closed when I got out of the shower, and I’d left to hang out with friends. By the time I got home, she was in bed altogether, everything in the living room turned off and only the light by the left on for me.
Neither one of us had said anything about the fact that we’d had sex. I knew it was something that we should talk about, but I didn’t know how to bring it up, and I wasn’t sure why she didn’t either.
We had seen each other a couple of times through the weekend. Mostly, Hannah breezed in and out, sometimes she’d come in with shopping bags, sometimes she’d gone to get groceries. I didn’t keep track of all that she did, and she didn’t seem to mind that I was doing nothing at all.
Since I knew this was my job for the moment, and I wasn’t sure how long it was going to last, I’d decided to put looking for a job and a place of my own on hold. It didn’t make sense to find a job then tell them that I didn’t know when I’d be able to start, or to put down money on an apartment and not move in for several months.
I was sure she’d give me enough money at the end that I would be able to live comfortably and get a place of my own with enough time to find a job. Shit, I’d probably be able to afford a car, too, from the life that she lived.
As I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, I thought about the past couple of days.
Saturday, I had done nothing but recover from the night before. I had been out with my friends at the bars until they shut them down, then when I got home, I took a couple of drags off one of the bottles in the apartment’s bar.
