Page 18 of Cupcak
“Never.” His fingers tighten in my hair as he angles my head back and pulls away, just enough so he can look into my eyes. “Do you want me to take care of you, Emmy? I can give you everything you’ve ever desired, and all I ask in return is a promise that you’re mine and mine alone.”
His lips brush against mine as he speaks, and I’m panting, so filled with longing and desire that I think I’d give him the moon if he asked for it. “Yes.” I nod, and as my reward, his rough palm slides along the inside of my leg.
“Mine to do anything I please?” he rasps.
“Yes.” That declaration is frightening and exciting all at the same time. If I wasn’t so in tune with him, I don’t think I’d feel brave enough to utter an affirmative. But it’s Drake, and I know in my heart that giving him permission to do as he pleases will bring me nothing but pleasure.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes. I’m yours. Yes, you can do anything you want to me.”
He moans as he takes control of my mouth yet again, his fingers caressing the soft flesh between my thighs as his hand slides beneath my dress. “Open.”
“Drake.” His mouth moves to my jaw and then to my neck, and I gasp, my knees falling open as he slowly massages his way up. “Is this a good idea?”
“You just promised I can do anything I like. And I want to make you feel good.”
“What if someone sees us?”
“No one can see us, cupcake,” he murmurs against my lower lip, his teeth nipping me lightly. “I told them we didn’t want to be disturbed until I rang for them while they were taking your coat.” He runs his tongue over my bottom lip, and I shudder. “Let me touch you.” His voice is soft, almost pleading. I nod hesitantly, nervously, but any uncertainty I have flies out of the window when his hand slides right up to cup my mound over the sheer silk of my underwear.
“Drake,” I gasp again, remembering how good it felt just to grind against him fully clothed in his office. I could feel how long and thick he was, hot and hard against my aching core. The friction had felt sublime, and the result was mind-blowing. Still, it wasn’t enough. I want more from Drake. Ineedmore.
“Your panties are soaked, cupcake,” he whispers, and my head rolls back, his mouth moving down my neck as his long fingers gently tease me through the material, making me squirm.
“Drake, please,” I beg him as he runs his finger up and down my seam, but not touching me enough to give me what I so desperately want.
“Is this what you want?” With a swift movement, he pushes the silky fabric to the side then plunges one thick finger inside of me. I almost launch of my seat with a shocked moan, awed by just how amazing his intrusion feels.
“Shh.” He covers my mouth with his and kisses me quiet as he pulses his finger back and forth, in and out. “We might be out of sight, but they still have ears. And I’m the only one who gets to hear my girl get off. You understand?”
I nod, my breath coming out in pants as he drives me wild with pleasure, adding a second finger while his thumb drags against my clit. My eyes roll back and I almost pass out from the overwhelming sensation.
“Look at me, Emmy,” Drake demands, as his fingers glide, over and over, hard and fast, again and again. “Look at me when you come on my fingers.”
With great effort, I raise my head to look up into his eyes, just as a huge orgasm washes over me. The sound bubbles up my throat, but his mouth swallows my cry again, his fingers continuing to fuck me as waves and waves of pleasure roll through me and he slowly brings me down.
It takes a while, but my breathing finally evens out, and he removes his fingers from inside me. “Wow,” is all I can say as my chest heaves and he slides his hand from under the table.
“Good?” He grins, pride and heat in his gaze.
“Amazing. Better than the food.”
He chuckles then, not taking his eyes off mine, he raises his fingers, coated with my wetness, to his lips and sucks on my juices. “Hmm. I think you’re right. You definitely taste better than the food.”
I let out an unrestrained moan, nearly coming for a second time from that act alone. “Holy fuck that’s hot.”
“Then let’s get out of here. I want to be inside you, Emmy, and I don’t want our first time to be on the rooftop of some hotel. I want you in my bed, naked and spread out for me when I come inside you.
My tongue sneaks out to wet my lips. “Is this the part where we ask for the dessert to go?”
He laughs as he picks up the bell in the center of the table and hands it to me. “It’s definitely that part of the evening,” he says, as I take great delight in lifting the bell to summon our waiter, wondering if he hasanyidea of just how naughty we’ve been.
Drake
“Are you taking me back to the office?” Emmy asks, trying to keep up as I all but drag her up the building’s front steps and then inside, toward the elevator, a curt nod thrown at the doorman as he welcomes us.
“Not quite,” I say, pulling her into the elevator and wondering if I’ll last the ride up to my apartment.
