5. Chapter 5

Chapter 5

Lacy

The incessant ringing of my alarm rudely woke me.

I reached my hand over and slapped the alarm, but to my dismay, my hand slapped the damn thing off the nightstand. It continued to wail on the floor.

Throwing my covers off my perfectly warm body, I was greeted by the cool, morning air. I jumped up and picked up the alarm and hit it until it stopped ringing. I was up now, might as well get ready for my day.

I was finishing my last couple, and needed to make sure I kept up my good grades. I had finally decided on a major in fashion design and was starting to really focus.

Just as I was about to get out of bed, a very naked Drake stepped out of the bathroom. With the small towel draped over his shoulder, his muscular body glistened as the water rolled down his biceps, onto his rock-hard chest, and to that very special place where his large manhood hung.

Nothing is better than seeing a naked Drake. Especially, a wet naked Drake.

My mouth falls open and there is no doubt that he knows what he is doing to me. He walks over to the dresser and starts to reach for a pair of boxers, but I stop him.

“You are not going to come out here like that, and then just get dressed,” I fume.

Drake turns to me with mock confusion on his face. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he grins.

I lunge forward and grab his hand, pulling him down onto the bed with me. The covers slip from my body and Drake notices that I am only wearing a pair of black panties. Drake kisses me and I moan softly against his lips.

“Much better,” I say, as he slowly crawls on top of me. Drakes' hands begin roaming over my body and I revel in his touch. His fingers travel down to my panties and in an instant, they are removed and thrown somewhere inside our room. He slips two fingers inside my wet folds and I gasp, craving more of him.

“Like that?” Drake teases, as he snakes kisses down my neck, while his fingers begin moving in and out of me.

“More,” I beg, arching my back and thrusting myself to him.

Drake knows my body better than anyone else. No man has ever been able to cause such a spark of desire in me like he can. And, if I have my way, no man ever will.

Drake is enjoying this, but we both know the foreplay can only last so long. We both prefer fucking. Nothing feels better than having all of him deep inside of me.

Sensing I am about to reach my climax, Drake removes his slippery wet fingers and positions himself between my legs. Once he enters, I allow his name to scream from my lips. I hold onto his back, digging my nails deep into his massive shoulders as he begins pumping in and out of me.

I moan and move my body in a rhythm with his. I can’t help the sounds that escape me, the pleasure is just too good.

“That’s right, baby. You fucking love it,” he growls, as he gently bites down on my shoulder. He begins licking my neck and the first orgasm hits me hard.

“Yes!” I cry out, but Drake isn’t finished yet. He begins pumping harder and faster, grinding himself so far into me, that I don’t know where he begins and I end.

I can feel Drake tensing as he reaches his own climax. I thrust my hips at him and as he pushes inside me one more time, he lets out a loud moan before releasing himself inside of me.

I’ve been on the pill since we met, so I don’t worry about getting pregnant. Although, having a little Drake running around doesn’t sound like a terrible idea either.

Drake falls on top of me and together, we pant as we try to capture our normal breathing again. We lay together a few more minutes, before we both notice the time.

I need to get ready for class and work and Drake needs to start prepping the bar for when they open at noon.

“I love you,” I say, as I roll out of bed and rush off to the shower.

Laughing, I hear Drake yell, “Love you too, babe,” before I escape into the shower.

***

An hour later, I am showered, dressed, and have eaten breakfast. Drake already went down to the bar, so I make my way down to say goodbye.

When I walk inside, the place is dark and soft music plays in the background. Drake is standing at the bar as he goes over his records for the week. His laptop is open and I see that he is tracking the sales and comparing them to orders placed. He is meticulous with keeping up with every penny that comes in and out of this bar. Just another thing I love and admire about him. Hopefully, one day when I own my own boutique, he can teach me a few things.

“Are you off to school already?” Drake asks, glancing up at me briefly.

“Yes, I need to get on campus for my morning classes. I work from two until six, so I will be home to have dinner with you,” I say, leaning down and kissing his cheek.

“What are you going to do today?” I ask, knowing it won’t take him all day to balance his records.

“I am working the morning shift at the bar today, and then I have the evening free. I think I will ride around,” he says, shrugging.

If I know one thing about Drake, it’s that he loves to ride his motorcycle. Any chance he gets to be on that beast of a bike, he takes it.

I offer him one more kiss, before I shift my backpack on my shoulder and head off to school.