Page 50 of Fire Fight

The idea fills me with heat and as Drake’s intense eyes keep watch, I see a matching burn inside him. The throb of anticipation in my core is harder to resist than the worst peer pressure.

My mouth goes from dry to pooling saliva in a heartbeat.

When I wrench my gaze away, he breaks into a mocking smile.

“No?” With a delicate move, he pinches the pill between finger and thumb, snapping his swimming trunks back in place. He bunches his fist in my shirt, dragging me upright. Balancing the pill on his thumbnail, he bumps the rough pad against my bottom lip. “What about now?”

His eyes hold mine captive as I slowly, slowly, slowly let my lips part, my tongue gently pressing forwards.

He thrusts his thumb inside, free hand cupping my head to hold me steady as he pumps it in and out of my mouth. His eyes lock to mine, moving until he’s a hair’s breadth away. Licking his lips, hungry for my reaction as his cock presses above my hip.

Both touches obscene. Both firing a deep craving for more.

I have so much colour in my cheeks, they’re pulsing.

A tang of salt mixes with the bitterness of the tablet and I swallow despite the pumping intrusion, making sure he can’t snatch my reward away.

“Was that good?” he growls, withdrawing and wiping his thumb dry on my cheek.

I can’t move. I can’t say a word.

Disappointment and arousal tangle in a hard knot.

He runs a curled knuckle along my jaw, the muscles behind my ear clenching until my eyes prickle and my nose stings. Then reaches past me to open the door, shoving me from his room.

“Don’t worry.” His mouth curls in a harsh smile. “I’m keeping score, and I’ll take a rain check on that blow job.” His eyes flick to my chest and my arms fold over my tightening nipples. “Perhaps later tonight when you’re fast asleep.”

I don’t respond—Ican’trespond—and he swings the door closed.

The moment I’m back in my room, I wedge the chair firmly under the doorhandle, then trigger the electronic lock on the windows, drawing the curtains.

Only feeling safe when I’ve done everything possible to lock him out.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

DRAKE

I watchher on the cameras for an hour before entering her room. The window locks are connected to the alarm system with an override that unlocks everything in case of fire. With that software already doing the hard work, a simple setting change means I can disarm them at the press of a button.

Cadence tried so hard to keep me out, and it was all for nothing.

Even knowing how deep under she was last time; I wince while crawling in the window, navigating past the curtains.

She lies on her side, knees curled to her chest, arms resting limp on top of them. I pull back her hair where it’s fallen to obscure her eyes, tucking it behind her ear, giving a soft snort when it immediately slips free to cover her face again.

A result as contrary as the girl herself.

She’s thrown the covers half off already. It only takes a few twitches to remove them entirely, the night so warm there’s no obvious reaction. I’m careful, rolling her onto her back, movingher hands to lie at her sides, straightening her legs, my fingers teasing the hem of her tiny shorts.

I run my forefinger across her lip, remembering the soft, wet drag of her mouth as my thumb pumped inside her and before, when her eyes grew wide staring at my cock. The curiosity turning to need until my body ached for her touch.

Then the defiant snap of her teeth. Refusing to give in to what we both wanted.

I press harder, forcing my fingertip inside the seam of her lips, finding her teeth already parted.

Her tongue gently pushes against the intrusion, and I slide along its textured surface. Surging and withdrawing, the wet muscle flattening against me, curling around me. I thrust deeper, knuckles pressing her teeth wider, thrilling to the vibration of her gagging when I push towards her throat.

My finger is soon sloppy with spit, and I add another, rhythmically thrusting, feeling as her tongue anticipates the strokes, pushing and sucking and rippling around me as she swallows.

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