Page 23 of Pretend I’m Yours
The longer Drake lived with me, the more I found myself trying to impress him. Whether it was with subtle things like making sure I looked presentable, or the bigger things like talking about my dream of working with kids in the city, I really wanted him to think highly of me.
Hell, if I was perfectly honest, I didn’t just want his respect, I wanted him to notice me. To think of me as more than just some girl he was helping get rid of her ex.
I knew it was all wishful thinking, but it gave me something to focus on. And for the moment, it was fun. With all the stress I was dealing with in life. I could use some fun.
Drake walked in with his jacket draped over his arm. He looked like he was in a hurry, but he stopped long enough to shake his head at what I was doing.
“What?” I asked with an innocent smile.
“. I would think that a beautiful young woman like you would be out having fun on a Friday night, not sitting home in their pajamas watching some Disney moving with wine and pizza,” he said.
“What, you don’t like my outfit?” I said with a as I rose from the couch and held out my t-shirt. I knew it was long enough to cover my shorts when I let it free, so I did so with a smirk. “It’s a good look, I’m not going to lie,” Drake said as he hung up his jacket on the rack by the door. I blushed, glad that he had his back turned to me. “I’m going to shower and head out for some drinks with the boys. Is this what you’re doing tonight?”
“My friends invited me out, but I’m not going, so yes,” I said. “I would way rather do this than that.”
“I don’t blame you. You look, cozy,” he said after a moment of hesitation.
“Thank you?” I said, phrasing it more as a question than a statement. I was now fighting not to blush again, and I feared I would with him standing in front of me.
“Oh, do you care if I have a slice of this?” he asked, changing the subject and turning to the pizza. “I’m starved and know I shouldn’t drink on an empty stomach.”
“Sure!” I said, relieved that the awkward tension was fading. “Let me grab you a slice.”
I hurried over to the counter and grabbed a plate, then pulled out a slice of pizza. I set it next to the box, but as I turned, I realized Drake was standing right in front of me. My heart was racing in my chest, and I could feel the heat building inside me.
It had been so long since I’d last had sex, I desperately wanted it. But, not just with anyone. I wanted it with Drake, and there he was. He gazed down at me as I tried to hold his eye contact, but I couldn’t. As I let my eyes fall, he scooped his hand under my chin and lifted my face toward his.
Neither of us spoke as the need built between us. My lips parted to meet his as I rose slightly on my toes to meet him as he came toward me.
As soon as our lips touched, the passion started to grow between us. We started slowly at first, but as our hands started to explore each other, the need grew. Drake ran his hands down my back and onto my ass, squeezing my cheeks in his hands, pulling me upward toward him.
I could feel his cock hardening in his pants, and I pressed myself into him, arching my back as I continued to kiss him. Our tongues danced around each other’s and I bit his lower lip, pulling it out slightly before letting it go.
It was all the encouragement he needed. I pulled at his shirt, yanking it over the top of his head and letting it fall to the floor. In an instant, mine had joined his, but since I was in my pajamas, I wasn’t wearing a bra beneath.
Immediately, he grabbed at my tits, pressing his lips to them, sucking at my nipples. He took one in his teeth, sending a shockwave of pleasure throughout my body. I let out a moan as I ran my hand around the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair.
I couldn’t take it for very long, and soon I had my hands at his jeans, fussing with the button, pushing them down his legs and to the floor. His dick showed clearly through his boxers, and I knew he wanted me as desperately as I wanted him.
We were together again in an instant, kissing as we walked backwards to the couch. I fell backward over the arm and he followed, stopping himself from landing on me with one arm on the cushion. He pulled my shorts down as I pushed his boxers down, then he took his hand and ran it over my soft, wet pussy.
