Chapter 5

5

DRAKE

I want her so damned bad, this siren sent to test my restraint and drive me wild. She's perfect and soft and sexy, and every moment we're not kissing is a waste of time.

I keep my arm around her waist as we head upstairs, and the anticipation of what is about to happen is the sweetest torture.

Ellie. My Ellie. I will be the first man she's ever been with and, even if she doesn't realize it yet, the last. Now that I've had a taste of her, there's no damn way I can let her go.

When we reach our door, I pause for a moment to look down at her. She's so damned beautiful. "We're really doing this."

Her expression is pure adoration as she looks up at me. "Only if you want to. We don't have to."

"Oh, Ellie." I pull her close, loving the way she sinks into my embrace. "I want this more than you know."

The door opens under my touch, and I push her inside, kicking the door closed behind us. I take her hand and lead her to the bed, knowing that I won’t be able to wait any longer.

She stands next to the bed, her gaze flickering between the king-sized mattress and me. I step closer, running my fingers through her hair before cupping her cheeks in my palms and tilting her face up to mine. "You're sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," she breathes.

I kiss her again. I can't get enough of her lips, soft and yielding and so damned sweet.

I deepen the kiss, groaning as her tongue finds mine and her arms wrap around my neck. It's like she can't get close enough, and neither can I. Her hands move to my chest, and she slides her palms down, humming her appreciation of my body. We're totally mismatched, her in her tight little dress and me in my climbing clothes, but despite that, I've never felt so right. So perfectly aligned.

We keep kissing as I turn her around, pulling her back flush against my chest as I reach for the zipper at her lower back. I love how she gasps as I tug it down, the sound only growing louder as I slip the straps off her shoulders and push the fabric to the floor.

She spins in my arms, standing before me in only her lacy bra and panties, looking almost nervous. "Ellie, do you remember what you're supposed to call me when we're like this? Just you and I?"

She nods. "I remember."

"So let me hear it. Let me hear my name on your lips."

Her face flushes even darker. "Daddy."

I can't resist any longer. I slide my hand behind her neck, pulling her forward and claiming her mouth in a demanding kiss. Her hands find my shoulders as she returns my kiss with enthusiasm, her tongue sliding against mine and her fingers gripping my shirt.

She's so damned sexy, I can barely take it. I break our kiss, trailing my lips along her jaw and down her neck. I can feel the fluttering of her pulse beneath my touch, and I love knowing that she's just as turned on as I am. I nip at her sensitive skin, and she gasps, her head falling back and her body pressing against mine.

My hand finds its way into her hair, and I wrap my fingers around the golden curls, giving a gentle tug. Her answering whimper has my cock hardening like a crowbar, and I know I need more. I want her laid out before me, bare and begging for me.

I nip at her earlobe before leaning down to whisper, "Take the rest off and lie down on the bed."

"Okay, Daddy," she whispers back. My little Ellie is always ready to please.

She steps away from me, looking over her shoulder as she reaches back to unfasten her bra. She lets it fall to the floor, and my gaze locks on her full breasts, her nipples already stiff and begging to be licked and sucked. She hooks her fingers in her panties next and slides them down her legs. When she stands back up, I can see her arousal glistening on her inner thighs, and my cock pulses with need.

"Lie down," I repeat, jerking my own shirt over my head and pushing my shorts down as I stalk towards her. All those nights with my cock in my hand dreaming of her, all those times I wanted to push her tight little skirts up her legs and devour her. Finally, I have her. No more fantasies, just the reality of Ellie spread out before me.

My hand wraps around my length, stroking myself as she crawls onto the bed. She lies on her back, her knees drawn together and her hands gripping the covers as if she's afraid she'll touch herself without permission. I move to the end of the bed, sliding my hands up her calves and then her thighs, easing them apart so I can see her glistening pussy.

"God, baby. You're soaked for me." I lean forward and place a kiss on her hip, feeling her shiver beneath my touch. "Are you aching for my cock, little girl? Do you want Daddy to fuck you?"

"Yes, Daddy," she whimpers. "Please, I need you."

"You're going to get me, don't worry." I slide my hands beneath her ass, tilting her hips up and raising her knees towards her chest. "I'm going to taste your pretty little pussy, and then I'm going to sink my cock into you. You've been teasing me for too long."

She's doing so good, giving herself over to her desires here in the bedroom with me, but this makes a little bit of stubborn, feisty Ellie shine through."Me teasing you? Do you know how many times I've had to watch you walk around shirtless and glistening like some underwear model?—"

She doesn't get another word out before I bury my face between her thighs, my tongue flicking against her swollen clit. She tastes sweet, and I groan in pleasure as I lick her. She cries out, her hands grabbing at my head, and I reach up to pull them away, holding her wrists in one of my hands as I devour her. She's so responsive to my every touch, and I can feel her clit throbbing beneath my tongue.

She begs for more, pleading for me to fuck her, and I slide my hand down to test her readiness. My fingers slip into her wet heat, and she cries out my name as I thrust them deeper inside of her. She's so tight, gripping my fingers as if she's trying to hold me inside of her, and I can't wait to feel that grip on my cock.

"Are you ready for the real thing?" I ask, curving my fingers to hit that bundle of nerves deep inside her. "Are you ready for me to be your first, Ellie?"

"Yes!" she screams, bucking her hips against my hand. "Oh God, yes!"

I don't waste a second. I slide my fingers out of her, wiping the wetness on my leg as I position myself between her thighs. She's trembling, looking up at me with those big blue eyes, and I lean over to press a kiss against her lips. Her mouth opens beneath mine, and I can taste her arousal on my lips, mixed with the sweet taste of her.

I take my time, aligning myself with her entrance and slowly pushing in. It's going to be a battle to fit inside of her, but little by little, her pussy stretches to accommodate me as I kiss and lick at her nipples. She's writhing beneath me, and I nip at one of her breasts, feeling her clench around me at the sensation.

"Fuck, you're so tight," I groan, finally sliding home. I'm all the way inside of her, my cock surrounded by her warmth, and it's taking every ounce of self-control I have to not fuck her hard and fast. "Are you okay?"

"Y-yes," she says, her walls fluttering around my cock. "Oh my God, Drake, you're inside of me."

There's disbelief in her voice, and I understand exactly why. I'm in shock, too, that this moment I've been waiting on for an entire fucking year is finally here. I feel like I've wanted this from the first second I laid eyes on her, but I had to be patient. I had to wait until she was ready. I had to wait until she felt the same way.

And now she does. Now she's mine.

"Ellie," I groan, rolling my hips and making her gasp. "I need to move. I need to fuck you."

"Yes," she moans, her fingernails digging into my back. "Fuck me, Drake."

It's all the permission I need. I pull out of her and then slam back into her, making her cry out. She's so tight and warm around me, and I know this isn't going to be enough. This isn't going to be the only time I fuck her tonight, not if I have any say in it. I'm not going to be able to let her go after this, not when I've finally got her exactly where I want her.

I can't stop myself. I kiss her fiercely, swallowing her moans as I fuck her. Her pussy clenches around my cock, and I already know that I'm addicted. I can't imagine ever going a day without being buried inside of her.

I pull back, breaking our kiss and resting my forehead against hers. "You feel so good, Ellie," I say, my voice husky. "So tight and perfect. I'm never letting you go. You're mine."

"Yes," she gasps, her legs tightening around me. "Drake, please..."

I know what she wants, and I give it to her. I thrust into her hard and fast, feeling my balls tighten as the pleasure starts to build. But I need her to come first. I need to feel her orgasm around me.

I reach down between us and start rubbing her clit, making her gasp and writhe beneath me. I fuck her hard, and I don't stop touching her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge. I'm so close to coming myself, but I force myself to hold off. Not until she's there with me.

"Oh God," she cries out, her fingers digging into my back. "Oh God, Drake, I think I'm going to come."

"Yes," I growl, rolling my hips and hitting a spot inside her that makes her moan and tremble. "Come for me, Ellie. Let me feel you come on my cock."

The room is filled with the sounds of her moaning, and the sound of our flesh coming together as I fuck her senseless. I thrust into her hard and fast, and it's too much for her. Her whole body tenses up, and she screams my name as her inner walls spasm around me. The feeling is intense, and I can't hold back any longer. I let go and come inside her, filling her with my seed.

The world seems to stop, and all I can focus on is Ellie. She's all I can see, all I can feel. She's perfect. And she's mine.

I lean down and kiss her gently, and she sighs against my lips. We're both panting and sweaty, and I know we should probably get up and clean up, but I can't bring myself to move. I want to stay here with her in this moment. I never want to let her go.

"You're incredible," I say, kissing her again. "So beautiful."

She blushes and looks away, and I can tell she's still a little embarrassed by my words. But I mean every word. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen.

"I meant what I said, Ellie," I say, my voice low and serious. "I'm never letting you go. You're mine now. Do you understand?"

She looks up at me, her eyes wide and uncertain. But then she nods, a small smile playing on her lips. "Yes," she says softly. "I'm yours."

I want to tell her that these aren't just bedroom games anymore, that I mean every single word that I say. But that can wait. There's no way I'm doing anything that might put this perfect night at risk.

"Take a shower with me," I suggest, nuzzling her neck. "And then we'll order room service before I fuck you again, this time with you on top."

She laughs softly. "You've got all this already planned out, huh?"

I grin against her skin. "For once, maybe I'm the one a few steps ahead."

We do everything according to my plans, and I make sure Ellie is fully satisfied before we both fall into an exhausted sleep, tangled up with each other.

I don't know what it is that wakes me up, but at 2:45 AM, my eyes crack open, and I'm alone in bed. My first assumption that Ellie is in the bathroom is proven wrong when she doesn't return, and a shard of worry pieces through me.

Where the hell could she be?

After pulling on my shorts, a quick but thorough search of the suite is fruitless. Shoving the keycard in my pocket, I rush out into the hallway, not even bothering to get dressed. What if she's in trouble? What if she needs me?

Or what if she regrets what happened so much that she fled?

I don't have to look far. Hearing hushed voices in one of the alcoves where the ice machines are, I spot Ellie immediately, with a half-dressed man practically hanging on her. My blood boils. It's that stupid Frenchman.

"Oh, hello, Drake!" Claude says brightly. "This is a pleasant surprise. We were just talking about you."

"Get away from her," I say, my voice low and dangerous.

Claude smiles slyly, obviously enjoying the tension in the air. "You don't want me touching her? That's interesting. She’s just your assistant, right? But I'm more than happy to take care of her." He looks at Ellie and raises an eyebrow, his smile growing wider. "I bet she'll like being with a real man for once."

The words are barely out of his mouth when I lunge at him, my fist connecting with his jaw.

Claude stumbles back, shock registering on his face as he brings his hand up to his mouth. "You son of a bitch," he spits out. "How dare you?—"

"Just stay away from her," I growl, moving in front of Ellie to block him, "or next time, it'll be more than a punch."

Claude narrows his eyes, his gaze shifting between me and Ellie. He must have bit his tongue when I hit him because there's blood on his lip. Good. "You're both fucking crazy, you know that?" He spits out a mouthful of blood and turns on his heel, stalking down the hallway toward the elevators.

As soon as he's gone, Ellie sighs shakily, picking up the abandoned ice bucket next to the machine. "Thank you. I had no idea he was even staying on this floor, and I was just so hot and thirsty and?—"

She's in my arms before she can finish her sentence, and the sweet smell of her slowly drives away the fury boiling inside me. No rock face, no impossible peak, has ever made me feel like I just did seeing Claude trying to touch her. "It's fine. As long as you're okay." I smooth her hair back and take the ice bucket from her, setting it back down on the ground.

"I am, but?—"

Her words are cut off by my kiss, our lips meeting in a frenzy. I didn't expect to need her this badly again so soon, but the need is too strong to ignore. My hands cup her face, keeping her close as my tongue slips into her mouth. A low moan comes from her throat, her fingers tangling in my hair, and I'm lost.

"Back to the room," she pants, squealing in delight when I sweep her into my arms.

"I couldn't agree more."

Waking up the following morning is heaven, or at least the closest approximation to it that I've ever experienced. Ellie is still curled up in my arms, her head under my chin, and her breathing slow.

If it wasn't the last day of the convention, and I didn't have to make a damned speech for the masses, I'd be happy to just stay like this forever. Hell, I'm more than happy to skip the speeches just to hold her for a few more hours. But this is Ellie White, and she's likely to strangle me if I mess up her perfectly concocted schedule.

I kiss her forehead, and she stirs, blinking her big blue eyes open to look up at me. "Mmmm, good morning," she mumbles, rubbing her cheek against my chest. "What time is it?"

"A little after seven," I tell her, stroking her hair back from her face. I can't stop touching her now that I know my desires are reciprocated. "There's still plenty of time to get ready for the day."

Ellie yawns, stretches, and sits up. "Good. I need a shower." She climbs out of bed and picks up one of the complimentary robes from the foot of the bed, slipping it on.

I watch her move around the room, taking note of each curve as it disappears beneath the silky fabric. I'm not sure how I'm going to survive the rest of the convention when all I want is to strip her naked and act out the fantasies that have been plaguing me for twelve long months.

"Are you just going to lie there?" Ellie asks, standing in the bathroom doorway with her hand on her hip.

I lean up on my elbow and smirk. "I was hoping to join you in the shower."

"You wish." She flicks her hair over her shoulder and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

A moment later, I hear the water running, and I consider letting her shower in peace for ten entire seconds before I'm out of bed like a shot. I take the handle in my hand and twist, surprised when the door opens easily. Something tells me she's left it unlocked on purpose. Steam has already started to fill the room, making it impossible to see anything but the outline of her body through the glass door of the shower.

"What are you doing?" she huffs, already giggling.

"I'm joining you, as I said." I pull open the shower door and step in behind her. I don't give her time to protest before my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her against me.

"This isn't part of the schedule," she protests but leans back into my embrace.

"Fuck the schedule." I spin her around to face me, kissing her before she can say another word.

The warm water feels good, but it's nothing compared to the sensation of Ellie pressed against me. I want to explore every inch of her, to find out what makes her tremble and moan. I reach for her body wash and squirt some into my hand, working it into a lather before gliding my palms down her arms. Her head tips back against the wall as I massage her skin, paying careful attention to each finger, her palms, the insides of her wrists.

"Does that feel good?" I whisper.

"Mmhmm," she hums, her eyes drifting shut. I take my time, massaging her shoulders and her neck, sliding my hands down to knead her breasts. I cup them gently, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples until they stiffen into pebbles beneath my touch.

Ellie grips my shoulders as I continue exploring her body. "I want to take care of you," I whisper in her ear as I stroke her stomach and hips. "I want to make sure you're clean everywhere."

"You do, huh?" Her voice is breathy and soft. She's lost in my touch, melting at my fingertips.

I get more soap and wash her thighs, taking my time to move between her legs. I brush against her pussy, biting back a groan when I feel how wet she is. "Are you going to let me?"

She nods, and I press my fingers against her. "Good girl."

"Oh, fuck." She moans as I stroke her clit, teasing her before moving away again. "Be gentle. Last night was intense, to say the least."

"Did I make your pretty little pussy sore, Ellie?" I ask, brushing the wet weight of her hair off her shoulder. "Maybe I need to focus elsewhere then?"

Ellie is warm and pliant in my hands, and my words don't fully click with her until I'm washing the full globes of her ass with my open palms, slowly letting my fingers glide inward. "Drake?" Her eyes fly open, and she turns to look at me.

"No?" I ask innocently, giving her a squeeze. "I just want you to be clean, Ellie. It's the responsible thing to do."

"I..." She trails off, purring in pleasure as I massage her cheeks, pulling them apart gently and then letting go. I tease her tight hole, and she bites back a moan. "You're very convincing, Mr. Evans..."

"Is that a yes?" I kiss her ear as I cup her pussy, slipping my fingers inside her slick folds. "Or do I need to work harder?"

"It’s a yes. Don't stop," she whispers, her thighs trembling as I stroke her clit. "Please, Drake..."

I soak up the way she moans my name as I finger her back entrance little by little. I want to hear it again and again, so I can file it away in my mind, saving it for the times when she's not here.

The thought makes me ache, and I press my cock against her ass. I need her, all of her, and the way she's giving herself over to me tells me she is all too willing.

I can't wait anymore. I slip my fingers out of her and spin her around. Ellie gasps as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist like they were meant to be there. "I've got you, Ellie. I've got you."

She kisses me hard as I walk out of the shower to the edge of the bed. We're both literally dripping wet, but fuck it. I'll tip housekeeping whatever they fucking want to clean up the mess because I can't wait a second more to have my girl.

"On your knees. Grip the headboard." I drop her on the bed, and she quickly obeys. Her body is flushed with need, and when she moves to her knees, her round ass is in the air. I palm her cheeks, spreading her apart and teasing her wet hole with my finger. I take a second to squeeze my cock. Fuck, she's so gorgeous, I can't believe she's mine.

"Drake, please." She's begging, and it's the sweetest sound I've ever heard. "I-I have some pure coconut oil that I use for my hair in my pink makeup bag in the bathroom."

"What?" I can't think straight, can't focus on anything but the need to be inside her. "Why?"

"For lube!" Her whole body shivers as I press the head of my cock to her hole.

"You can't be serious," I groan, gripping her hair and tilting her head back. "How are you even real?"

"I'm a girl! I'm prepared for anything." She wiggles her ass, making my dick twitch. "Though I have to admit this wasn't exactly what I had in mind when I packed it."

I chuckle, slapping her ass lightly. She moans, her body quivering with need, and I know I can't wait any longer. "You're going to need to be patient if I'm going to fuck your ass, little Ellie. Can you do that for me?"

"Yes," she whispers, her fingers flexing on the headboard.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, Daddy."

I grab the coconut oil as quickly as I possibly can and squeeze some into my hand. It's still cool, and she squeals when I rub it against her ass, coating her little hole with the oil. Immediately, I know she’s right, like she always is. This is better. Way fucking better.

I slide one finger fully in, and then another, prepping her back entrance for my cock. Ellie is as taut as a bowstring, quivering from how tense her muscles are as she takes everything I have to give her.

"I'm going to fuck your ass now, Ellie. Are you ready?"

"Please."

I spread more of the oil over my cock, lining it up to her ass. My fingers dig into her hips as I push inside, trying not to come instantly at the insane pleasure of being inside her. I've never felt anything like this before, and I'm not sure I'll ever recover.

Her body is so tight and warm, and with the lube, she's taking me in easily. I'm almost all the way in when she moans, and I have to stop and try to catch my breath. "Ellie, you have to stop moving. Otherwise, I'm going to come."

She giggles, looking back at me with a face flush with need. "That sounds good to me."

I growl, my cock twitching inside her. "Oh, you're going to pay for that." I pull out slowly and then thrust in, making her squeal. "Is this what you want?"

"Yes, Daddy. Oh God, yes!" Her words are a litany of soft pleas and moans.

I hold her still and thrust again, pulling her back onto my dick over and over again. My fingers grip her hips, the tips leaving indents in her soft skin. "Fuck, Ellie. You’re going to be the death of me.”

"Drake, please don't stop," she pants. Her hands grip the headboard, knuckles turning white, as she arches her back and moves her hips in time with my thrusts.

"Touch yourself, baby girl. I'm about to fill you up, but I need you to come, too." She does as I say, her hand rubbing her clit furiously. "Come with me, Ellie. Come with me."

"Yes! Daddy!"

She screams my name, and the sound of her pleasure combined with all of her muscles bearing down on me is enough to push me over the edge. I push into her one last time and let go, my vision blurring as my orgasm consumes me. "Fuck yes, Ellie. You're mine. All fucking mine."

My hips rock forward, and I empty myself into her, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I collapse onto the bed next to her. My body feels completely spent, and all I want is to fall asleep right now with her in my arms. I'm about to pull her into me when she sits up and looks at me.

"Wow."

I grin at her, my head falling back onto the pillow. "That's one way of putting it."

I bask in the afterglow with her for a few moments before peeling myself away and going to restart the shower for a second time so we can clean up. Once alone in the bathroom, though, I lean against the glass shower door and take a shaky breath to come to terms with what I've just realized.

She's everything. Ellie White is everything to me, and I'm in love with her.