I need to talk to Drake later, after I show him his surprise.
After dinner, I rush upstairs to the hotel room. Drake stayed behind at the lobby bar with his family and teammates. So, I took that as my opportunity to get ready for him.
Drake went all out for the occasion. The penthouse suite is larger than any house I’ve ever lived with my family. Like his house, it’s pristine and over-the-top, a blend of creams and whites shined to perfection. Everything looks and smells expensive. Hell, there’s even a bidet in the bathroom.
Discarding my jeans and sweater, I quickly slip into the navy lingerie with white bows I bought in hopes his team would win the championship. I couldn’t help myself. It was too much fun to match his team’s colors. Paired with white knee-high stockings that attach to a garter, I look like I could be his naughty team mascot.
Staring at myself in the mirrored walls behind the oversized bed, I know he will love me in this. The entry door slams behind Drake, and when I hear him approaching the double doors that lead to the master bedroom, I sit on the mattress and spread my legs.
He stops dead in his tracks, shoving his hand through his dark hair. “Damn, baby.” Starting at my face, his eyes rake over every inch of my body.
“You like?” I ask in a playful tone, allowing my bra strap to fall down my arm. “I bought this for you.”
“I love,” he hisses. “You’re so beautiful, Taylor.” His eyes meet mine with so much fire and intensity behind his blue irises that my body trembles. “Fuck, I’m one lucky bastard.”
Drake kicks off his sneakers and steps out of his track pants, leaving a trail of clothes on the floor as he makes his way to the bed. My lips part when he slips his shirt over his head, revealing his thick, muscular chest. I rub my hand along the hard ridges of his abs and slowly make my way down to the hem of his boxers.
“You were amazing tonight, Drake. You get a reward for your performance.” I lean back on my elbows and spread my legs open further. “Now, come claim your prize.”
“Mmm,” he says, fixing his gaze between my thighs. A wicked smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth. “Your pussy is better than any trophy I’ve ever won.”
I wiggle my eyebrows. “Just my pussy?”
Drake slides his boxers over his hips, his cock long and hard. I reach out to feel his length between my hands for a second before he climbs on top of me, covering me with his massive frame.
“You, Taylor,” he grunts as his hands roam over my body. “You’re the biggest challenge I’ve ever faced.” His lips graze my neck, making my toes curl. “And the reward… so fucking worth it.” His tongue rolls over my skin, and I moan in response. “I love you,” he whispers. “Every inch of you.”
“I love you, too,” I groan, hooking my legs around his back. His lips meet mine, and when our tongues touch, we’re all passion and heat. A fire brews between us that sets my skin ablaze.
He tears at my lacy panties, and with how hard he pulls, he rips them off me. “Oh, Drake,” I moan, so damn turned on my juices pool between my thighs.
Positioning himself between my legs, he inches his cock into my wetness, taking more than I’m used to all at once. He fills me up, his cock thrusting deeper inside me. I claw at his back, my nails digging into his skin as he picks up the pace. He’s more aggressive, hungrier for me than normal. It must be all the adrenaline bottled up from winning another big game.
He raises my right leg over his shoulder and kisses the inseam of my thigh. The angle changes with Drake now buried so deep inside me I swear he’s broken through my inner walls. A mixture of pain and pleasure shoots through my body.
I’m used to Drake and his monster cock, but that doesn’t make it any easier to adjust to him. It takes some time, and once we work together, our rhythmic movements so perfectly timed, all the pain turns to pure pleasure.
After he makes me come a few times, our bodies are slick with sweat. He leans forward, and his cock pulses as he rubs my clit with his thumb. I’m so close to the edge, about ready to burst from the orgasm that washes over me like crashing waves. I ride my high, and Drake chases his.
He comes so hard his body shakes through mine. One final jerk rips a loud guttural groan from his lips. It’s so animalistic and manly that my pussy clenches around his throbbing cock. Drake collapses on top of me, still trembling. He presses a kiss to my lips before slipping his tongue inside my mouth. Cupping the side of my face, he moves one last time inside me. My core aches for more of him.
He pulls out and rolls onto his side of the bed with a loud sigh. “Holy shit, babe. That was some prize.”
I laugh and curl up against him, our juices spilling down my inner thighs. “We have to savor these moments together. Soon we won’t see each other every day.”
This time, he sighs, but for a different reason. He runs a hand through his sweaty hair to push it off his forehead. It sticks up in sexy spikes that make me wonder why he doesn’t gel his hair this way.
“We’ll figure it out,” he promises. “The distance doesn’t matter. I’ll make it work. My parents did it for years with my dad on the road all the time.”
“I don’t want you to waste money coming out to California all the time.”
“Our situation is only temporary,” he breathes. “I’ll spend summers in California with you. I can buy an apartment near Berkeley for you to live. The time in between we can figure out as it comes.”
“You’re not buying me an apartment, Drake.”
He bites his bottom lip, giving me an annoyed look. “Fine, I’ll buy myself an apartment. You can live there when I’m not around.”
“That’s unnecessary,” I admit. “I can live off-campus.”
