Page 37 of Pretend I’m Yours
Fast, shallow breaths escaped my lips as I clutched the blankets, letting the pleasure run through every part of my being. “Oh God, Drake, I’m going to come!”
He took my hands, holding them above my head on the pillows and thrusting into me harder now, sending me over the edge. The waves of climax came crashing down on me, causing my body to shake with the intensity of the pleasure, running through me like an electrical current.
As the final waves subsides, he let go of my hands, freeing me to run my nails down his back. He ran his hand beneath me, stopping when it was on my lower back and lifting me higher. My dress had risen up to my hips, exposing me entirely.
I spread my legs, lifting myself with his encouragement, trying to take him deeper than before. Taking every bit of him.
“I’m close,” he whispered.
“Come for me Drake,” I said. “Please, fill me up.”
He pushed into me twice more before I felt the jump of his cock deep inside my pussy, then the pulsing as he filled me with his cum. He moaned, letting himself relax over me as he filled me, his rock-hard cock still inside.
I smiled up at him before kissing him suddenly, letting him start to grow soft. Drake smiled too, I could see the outline in the darkness before he pulled himself out of me and laid on his back, his head on the pillows next to mine.
“You’re incredible,” I said. I ran my hand over his broad chest before laying my head on his pec. “Really, you do things to me I didn’t know anyone could do.”
“You do, too,” he gasped. He was still catching his breath, but I smiled. I liked the compliment, and I tried to take it merely at face value. I didn’t want to think about what he could possibly mean by it. I just wanted to be caught up in the moment, living in the moment.
It was all we had, after all.
Without a word, I kissed his chest above my hand, then I got comfortable, lying against him. He put an arm around me and held me close, and I smiled. If I dared let myself, I could get very used to being with him just like this.
The next morning, I woke to the indent on the pillow where Drake had been, but he was gone. His clothes were picked up off the floor, and my dress was rumpled from me sleeping in it. Once again, I was sure I would get a wave of guilt for sleeping with him, but nothing came.
In fact, all I could think about was the fact that I had to get up and get going. I was already late for meeting the group at the library, and I had to shower and change before I could go.
I shimmied out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor before throwing it in a heap on the bed. I’d take care of it later. I grabbed my things and darted into the bathroom but gave up on the thought of taking a shower before I left. Drake’s cologne was still lingering on my skin, and I liked it.
I sprayed dry shampoo into my locks and worked it through with my fingers, then I grabbed my bookbag and darted out the door. It would be easy to get coffee and a bagel on my way to the library. I didn’t want to bother Drake. It had been a late night for both of us, and I wanted to show him how much I appreciated what he’d done by letting him sleep in.
I was out the door in a flash, trying to ignore the stress that was quickly building in my chest. The exams were coming faster than what I felt prepared for, and I didn’t want to face the possibility of having to do another semester.
I had worked hard to get to this point, and it was all coming down to the wire. I knew the other girls were worried they weren’t going to pass, either, so we were going to spend the day – and several afternoons I wasn’t working – studying and quizzing each other.
We all had dreams of being therapists or social workers, but if we were going to realize those dreams, we were going to have to get through school. But, deep down inside, I knew that wasn’t was truly bothering me. It had nothing to do with the exams.
Well, almost nothing.
You got what you wanted. You finally got to tell Brandon that you were married and it’s time for him to move on. Drake was right there beside you, and considering the look on Brandon’s face, I’m guessing he fell for it.
So, that was it then? Was I going to tell Drake that I didn’t need his help anymore? I knew that it was just a short-term means to an end from the start. Why then did it feel so awful that my time with Drake was coming to an end?
