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It might not be healthy, and I knew it was going to eventually come back to bit me in the ass, but I was okay with that for now.
For tonight, I was going to pretend.
16
Hannah
“I had a good time tonight,” I said when we were back in my living room. “Thanks again for going with me.”
“I wish I could say the same,” Drake replied. I gave him a look and he smirked. “Alright, I had a good time when we got to the pizzeria.”
“That’s what I thought,” I said with a laugh. “I really do appreciate it.”
“I’m glad I can do it. Really,” he said.
We lingered for a moment. It really had been a lot of fun getting pizza together, and I didn’t want to tell him goodnight now. But it was well past midnight, and we both had to be getting to bed. It might be a Saturday night, but I did have to get up and get to the campus library early in the morning since I had a study group meeting where we were going to break down the chapters we needed to know for our upcoming exams.
Finally, I worked up the energy to bid him goodnight, but just as I was about to speak, he stepped forward and pressed his lips to mine. It was unexpected and out of the blue, just as it had been when I first kissed him. I let out a slight gasp as our lips met, but I immediately started kissing him back.
Neither of us spoke. There was nothing to say. The heat grew quickly between us. Drake was running his hands all over my body, and I moaned and gasped as he did so. His touch was electric, sending shivers of excitement down my spine and waves of energy throughout my entire body.
I wanted to know what he was going to do next, I yearned for it. At the same time, I threw my body at him with the same hunger. The same need to touch him and explore every part of his being. I couldn’t get enough of him, running my hands up and down his arms, pulling him closer to me.
We were backing up as we kissed, pushing my bedroom door open and making our way to my bed. I couldn’t see where I was going, but I didn’t have to. I knew my room well enough.
I fell backwards onto the mattress, Drake on top of me. I feverishly unbuttoned the front of his shirt as he pulled off his tie, then together we freed him from his white undershirt. Next, I turned my attention to his pants, unbuckling the belt and yanking it free before pushing them to the ground.
He was already hard, his dick pushing against his white boxers, ready for me. The sight of it made me even wetter than before, and I slipped out of my panties. Drake was almost on top of me again, grabbing at my dress when I pushed his shoulders, spinning us both around so he was beneath me on the bed.
I didn’t need to take my dress off. I didn’t have the time. I just had to have him inside me. He’d removed his boxers, and I now ran my hand over the shaft of his thick cock. Drake closed his eyes and shuddered with the pleasure of my touch. He needed me.
But I needed him more.
I eased myself down on top of his dick, sheathing him entirely, taking his full length inside me. I gasped again at the feeling of him stretching me wide open. My pussy was tight, but it was very wet, and he glided in and out of me easily as I rocked my hips back and forth.
It was dark in my room, but there was always a pale gleam from the lights outside the window. They were largely blocked by the drawn shades, but I could still see his pale outline in the darkness. I ran my hand over his tight pecs, feeling him more than I had last time.
He put his hands on my hips, helping me as I rocked back and forth. His cock slid in and out of me, going as deep as possible, then coming nearly entirely out before sliding in again. I moaned, moving my hands from his pecs to my tits, grabbing myself over my dress.
I rode him for a few moments, letting the tension build deep inside me. I was about to come when he put his hands under my ass, pulling me off him and switching places with me, pinning me to the bed as he took control.
His eyes were locked in mine in the darkness, and I smiled, though I knew it was hard for either of us to see. He was thrusting into me now, moving with the same need as I had. Harder and faster, pushing me closer and closer to coming. I gasped, letting my breathing building with the intensity of the moment.
