Drake nods and then kicks the door shut. Gripping my ass with both hands, he staggers over to my bed. He lowers me onto the mattress and settles between my thighs, his erection pressing against my leg through his jeans. The feral look in his eyes sends an immediate rush of excitement throughout my body, and my core clenches in response.
Grunting, he sucks on my bottom lip like he will make good on his promise to eat me. I wish he would right now. The magic he’s working between my legs has me wound so tight I feel like a twig about to snap in half. He tugs on my bottom lip and then drags his tongue along my skin, ripping a strangled moan from my throat.
Cupping the side of my face with his left hand, the other roams down my stomach. A ripple of pleasure rolls over me in waves. Drake handles me like someone with experience, and here I am with close to none. Testing my limits, he slips his fingers beneath the waistband of my spandex shorts. I want to push him off me. Every rational part of me says to stop. But my mind isn’t doing the thinking right now.
My body comes alive like a lit firecracker, every part of me ready to explode. Drake is too much. Too big, too manly, too damn sexy for his own good. He smells like clean linen and spicy aftershave, a combination that has my hormones raging out of control.
Slipping his tongue into my mouth, he rocks his hips against me. The long, hard length of his cock digs into my thigh, and he groans every time I move my hips to meet his. For a second, I consider the situation. What am I doing with Drake? Why did I invite him up to my room?
Technically, I guess I didn’t ask him to follow me upstairs. I thought he was walking me to my door, and the next thing I knew, he had my arms pinned above my head against the wall, ready to devour me.
I separate my lips from his, moving my head to the side, but he kisses my neck instead. “We shouldn’t do this, Drake.” He drags his teeth along my skin, ripping another moan from me. “We shouldn’t…”
He lifts his eyes to meet mine. “Do you want me to stop?”
I close my eyes for a split second, his scent filling my nostrils, his sex appeal too consuming for me to deny. He shifts his weight, about to roll off me when I grab him by the collar of his dress shirt. As if giving him the answer he needs, he bends down to slip his tongue inside my mouth, kissing me with an animalistic passion I crave.
Heat runs over my body in waves as his hand slides up my thigh. My shorts are so wet I wonder if he can feel my juices through the thin fabric. I’m drenched for Drake. He makes me so fucking hot. But we can’t take this too far. I won’t allow it. And now I know he won’t push it.
Without breaking the kiss, he lifts my tank top over my lacy black bra and slips his hand beneath the material. His big hand engulfs my breast, the large pad of his thumb rolling over my painfully sore nipple. He groans into my mouth, moving my bra over my breasts to bare them to him.
I miss the feel of his tongue against mine the second our lips separate. But he rewards me for my patience by covering my nipple with his mouth. Peeking up at me, he takes the hard bud between his teeth, nibbling and sucking until I’m ready to burst.
I can’t stand it anymore. The pressure builds from within, my core throbbing. He gives special attention to each breast, twisting the tiny buds between his big fingers as he uses his mouth and teeth to make me come. I can’t believe this simple act made me unravel like a ball of yarn. This is a first for me. And if I keep going with Drake, he will take another first from me.
I haven’t waited this long to have sex, only to give in to my desires with the biggest manwhore on campus. Nope, this cannot happen with Drake. Foreplay, sure, we can do that. But sex is one hundred percent out of the question. My first time can’t be in my dorm room with Drake. I want it to be with someone I love.
“Drake.” I fist his shirt between my fingers. He stops sucking on my nipple and looks up at me, a fire blazing behind his blue eyes. “We have to stop, okay?”
He nods and then sits up on the bed next to me. We sit there for a second in silence before he says, “Did I do something? I thought we were…”
I shake my head. “No, not at all. I want to keep going, but I can’t. You’ve been with so many girls, and I’ve been with… well, no one.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Yeah.” My cheeks heat from my confession. “Don’t laugh.”
He slips his fingers between mine, holding my hand on his massive thigh. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”
“Easy for you to say. You’ve done this plenty of times.”
“No, I haven’t,” he says without an ounce of hesitation.
His words strike me as odd. Earlier, he said he’s never been with any of the girls on campus, and yet he’s sent tons of dick pics over the years.
“Your actions don’t match your words. I don’t get you, Drake.”
“I haven’t done this,” he admits.
Surprised, I cock my head in his direction, eyebrows raised. “You’re joking, right?”
He shakes his head. “Nope, I wish I was.”
“You’re a virgin, too?”
A long, awkward silence fills the void, giving me the answer.
“How is that even possible? Girls throw themselves at you. I see it all the time.”
