Chapter 33

CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE

Drake

I return to the kitchen, unbuttoning the rest of my dress shirt, and find a very naked Lila. I stand there, caught off guard by her kneeling before me, her breast swaying gently, nipples hard and erect. My cock jumps in my pants, eager and willing at the sight of her submission.

"What do we have here?" The question comes out raspier than I intended.

"I haven't deep-throated anyone in a very long time," she shrugs. "I kind of miss it."

Damn, I forgot about her lack of gag reflex. At the time, I thought what we had done was the norm. After we broke up, I soon realized that deep-throating was not a common skill.

"My dirty girl." My cock strains against my pants with that comment. He remembers all too well how it feels to be in her mouth.

As she takes my pants and underwear down, I hold my breath. The anticipation is killing me. But what am I looking forward to? Us? Reconciliation or a fuck? It's been so long since she's given me head my brain short-circuited.

She wraps her warm, wet mouth around the head of my dick and sucks softly. Fuck … I groan, closing my eyes as pleasure courses through me. Soft, teasing licks turn into a firm suckle as she takes more of me into her mouth. Her hands grab my ass cheeks and pull me closer to her lips.

I lean against the fridge, trying to stay upright as she takes all of me deep into her throat. My cock slides in and out, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.

"That's it, Tiger. Take it all in."

Her hands trail up to play with my balls, squeezing them gently before sliding up to scratch my lower back. It feels so good when she does this that I nearly come right there on the kitchen floor. Instead, I let out a long moan that seems to vibrate through her body as she continues to suck on me.

We've always had an intense connection—even when we were together during high school—but this … this is electric. The way she looks up at me with those big doe eyes while taking me effortlessly into her mouth, the way her tongue expertly caresses my shaft, each touch amplifies the raw, unfiltered connection between us.

"You're so fucking beautiful taking my cock." My voice is gravelly and raw—a tinge of desperation in every word, as if this moment includes more than just the physical act—like it has been the thing I've been craving and dreading simultaneously.

Her cheeks hollow out as she takes me in again, deeper, her hands firmly gripping my ass. God, it's like a goddamn lifeline.

I stroke through her soft, blonde hair, the sharp contrast against my inked skin stark and vivid. Her blue eyes flicker up to mine, and I'm undone. The innocence there stirs up an ocean of emotions I've spent years burying deep within me.

Being with her like this is more than sex—it's home. It's comfort. It's a reminder of who I used to be before everything went south. I see flashes of our past reflected in those eyes—memories of laughter and love and then pain and betrayal. It's a whirlwind of emotions that has the power to break me if I let it.

But right now, as she takes me deeper into her mouth while looking into my eyes, I feel nothing but pure, unadulterated lust for this woman who has always had my heart.

"If you keep this up, I'm going to blow my load." I try to withdraw, but she holds me tighter, keeping me still. But I want more than her mouth right now.

I pull her up abruptly and press my lips to hers in a fierce kiss. There are no words to express how much I want her, so I let my actions speak instead. My hands roam over her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and valley they never forgot before trailing down to tease one firm breast.

The urgency with which she responds excites me even more. Her hands dive beneath my shirt, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer.

I let the shirt fall to our feet and back her against the table, our lips still locked.

When the back of her legs bumps the edge, I pull away. "Do you need more prep?"

"No, I'm ready. I want you now." Her gaze drops to my cock that's hard and begging to finish where we left off.

"Good." I spin her around and gently push her to the table so she bent over at the waist. With my knee between her legs, I spread her wide. "Damn, you look incredible, all spread open like this for me."

I run my hand along her back and watch the trail of goosebumps erupt. What a sight.

I lower to the ground and lick along her slit. She squirms beneath my tongue.

"Drake," she pleads. "I need you, now."

I grab my cock and then let out a frustrated growl.

Those blue eyes of hers look over her shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"My condoms are in the bedroom."

We glance at the hallway and sigh.

"I'm on the pill. And I'm clean."

My dick twitches at that thought. Going bareback isn't something I ever do. Wouldn't trust any other woman. But with Lila, I can't wait.

"I'm clean. I got tested after the first morning I saw you, and I haven't been with anyone but you since."

Her eyes soften but then turn almost indigo, laden with lust. "I'm good if you are."

I grab hold of my dick and guide my cock to her entrance and push inside. Her warmth surrounds my cock, and I let out an involuntary moan. This feels too good. She turns her head and gives me that mischievous grin, her blue eyes glittering with satisfaction.

"Drake," she breathes, her voice hitching as I move deeper inside her and bury myself to the hilt.

I hold her hips as I move, setting a slow rhythm at first. But it doesn't take long before I quicken the pace. The kitchen table creaks under our weight. I love the feel of her body against mine, her skin slick with want.

Her ass gyrates against my hips, the supple flesh pressing hard against my groin. I let out a deep, guttural groan as my body shudders from pumping into her from behind. The grip of her warmth and tightness around me is almost overwhelming, sending shockwaves of pleasure coursing through me. She moans loudly, bucking her hips against mine to pull me deeper into her.

"You need to be quiet, Tiger," I growl, my voice low and raspy.

"Feels too good," she pants, her eyes filled with unbridled desire.

I chuckle, knowing all too well what she means.

I slide my finger to her clit and flicker her bud with deliberate precision. She writhes beneath me, her rapid breaths revealing her increasing arousal. I thrust a few more times. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, punctuated by Lila's soft gasps and pleading moans.

With each powerful thrust, our bodies collide and grind in a primal dance of lust. Lila arches her back, grasping desperately at nothing, and moans.

"Shh," I warn. "Be a good girl and stay quiet."

"I'm so close."

Our hips move faster in syncopation, our hearts racing together like they've never skipped a beat since we last made love. Lila's scent is intoxicating—a heady mix of arousal and innocence that addicts me all over again.

I slide my finger back to her clit, stroking it with increasing intensity. She gasps, her body trembling below mine. Her clit swells under my touch, the wetness of her arousal coating my finger.

With a quick flick and final shove, my body tenses, and I fucking see fireworks. Lila shudders, the inside of her walls gripping me tight, squeezing me as if wanting to keep me inside her forever. Her moans grow more intense as waves of pleasure wash over her. I toss my head back, grip tight on her hips, and explode inside her. My cum spurts forth, filling her up.

I lay across her back, our bodies slick with sweat. "Fuck, Lila. What are you doing to me?"

"The same thing you're doing to me," she whispers.

We catch our breath, and I slide out of her. She looks over her shoulder at me, her bright blue eyes shining in the dim light. I cup her face, running a thumb across her cheek and tracing her cheekbone. She leans into my touch, her eyelids fluttering closed.

"Drake," she starts, but I interrupt her with a soft kiss on her lips. She tastes like sweetness and salt, her lips warm and inviting against mine.

"Shhh, not now, Lila," I whisper against her lips, not ready to break this connection yet, not prepared for reality to interfere at this moment. "I'll get a towel to clean up, but don't think I'm done with you yet."