Page 30 of All of Me

"To any of it," I admitted. "The job, the danger, you..." I swallowed. “What a shit day.”

“Not all of it,” Drake said then fell silent for a moment. Then he rolled onto his side to face me. "I’m sorry about the puppy."

His eyes held mine, and I felt some of the tension leave my body. "I still wanna kill the bastard," I whispered.

“Killing’s too good for him,” Drake said darkly.

We lay there in silence for a time, and after a while I heard Drake’s breathing slow and knew he was falling asleep, but my mind was still too full. I rolled away from Drake because I knew if I didn’t I would spend all night doing something really lame like staying awake and watching him.

But Drake murmured, “Where ya goin?” lazily, like he was mostly asleep, and turned, scooting up behind me and throwing his arm over my waist to pull me into his chest.

My breath caught at the unexpected possessive touch. Drake's hand was warm and calloused, his grip firm but gentle. "Drake, I..." I started, not sure what I wanted to say.

"Shh," he murmured. "We don't need to figure everything out tonight. Just get some rest."

He didn't move his arm away, and after a moment I closed my eyes, the warmth of his touch anchoring me. Despite everything that had happened, despite the uncertainty of what was to come, I felt safe. I knew I felt a whole lot more than that, but at this moment safe was enough.

I blinked my eyes open to see the light shining brightly along the edges of the blind and guessed we’d slept in. My phone was somewhere in the kitchen, I thought, so I couldn’t check the time, but I didn’t especially want to move. Drake’s heavy arm was still draped across my waist, and I wondered if either of us had even moved. His steady breath warmed the back of my neck. I managed to stifle the groan as I felt his cock, hard as fucking nails, pressing against the back of my thighs, and my own got the message. Part of me knew I could move. Thanks to my ability, I could be dressed and in the kitchen making coffee before he even registered I’d left the bed. But another part, a more persuasive one, didn’t want to move at all.

He’d wanted me yesterday, before all the shit here had gone down, but I wasn’t sure if I had the guts to initiate something like I did in the truck. Rejection would be so much worse after yesterday. After spending the night in the same bed. I slid a hand down, helpless not to touch my aching cock.

As if sensing my mood, Drake stirred behind me. His arm tightened around my waist, pulling me even closer, although that was nearly impossible, and I had to stifle another groan ashe pressed into me. I felt his nose nuzzle into my hair, heard him inhale deeply.

"Mornin'," he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.

My heart pounded. "Morning," I managed to croak out.

There was a moment of stillness, and I wondered if Drake had fallen back asleep. Then I felt him tense, clearly becoming aware of our intimate position and his obvious arousal.

Without thinking, I grabbed his arm, keeping it around me. "Don't," I whispered. "Please."

Drake went still again. I could practically feel him weighing his options, considering the implications. Then, slowly, deliberately, he pressed closer, his lips brushing the nape of my neck.

"Don’t what?" he asked, his voice low and rough.

“Leave,” I whispered and pushed back against him, grinding my ass against his hardness.

Drake groaned, his hand splaying across my stomach. "Fuck, you’re playing with fire.” His hand moved lower, fingers grazing the waistband of the boxers I’d been too chicken to take off last night even though I knew he was naked. "It’s never too late to tell me to stop," he murmured, his breath hot against my ear.

I shivered, pushing back against him again. "I don't want to stop," I said softly. "I want this. I want you."

With a low growl, Drake tugged my boxers down and off, freeing my aching cock. His hand wrapped around me, stroking slowly, and I gasped at the sensation. His cock, aided by precum, slid between my ass cheeks and I groaned.

"God, you feel good," Drake murmured, pressing open-mouthed kisses along my neck and shoulder.

I reached behind me, fumbling. When I finally got my hand on his cock, we both groaned. He was thick and hot in my palm.

"Lube," Drake grunted, releasing me briefly to reach behind him for the nightstand drawer.

I heard the drawer close, then felt his body back against mine. I tensed instinctively, but Drake's other hand stroked soothingly down my side. “I know you guys don’t need condoms, but I can get one.”

I shook my head. Even if I didn’t already know Rawlings got them all tested every few months, I couldn’t catch anything.

"Relax," he murmured. "I've got you." Heart hammering, I forced myself to calm down. This would only be my second time, and the one before hadn’t exactly been porn-worthy.

I forced myself to breathe, to relax, as Drake worked me open slowly and carefully. He kissed my neck, reaching around to my front. By the time he deemed me ready, I was a writhing, panting mess.

Drake's fingers withdrew, and I whimpered at the loss. “Up on your knees, baby,” Drake murmured. I scrambled to obey and gasped when one of his hands came around to my cock. I worried for a moment I would shoot too soon, but then I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. He paused, giving me a chance to object. Instead, I pushed back, silently urging him on.

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