Izzy quivered, praying he would touch her there. But he paused, panting, and pressed a kiss to her temple. Then he shifted to the side to lean against the wall and stopped moving completely. Izzy heard a sound. Somebody had just come in the same doors they had and were walking down the perpendicular hallway. "Hold still and be quiet," he whispered into her ear.
Izzy nodded, quivering, and listened to her heart damn near beat out of her chest. How could anyone not hear how hard it was thumping? She did as she was told and within a few seconds, she heard the footsteps fade away.
Then a single finger stroked over her satin-covered core.
Izzy gasped, her thighs shaking. Drake would be holding her entire weight in a minute.
"Why is it wet, Isobel?" he asked her, deep voice taunting.
"Why do you think, Drake? Maybe because you're such a tease."
Her prodding earned her a second stroke, longer this time. Izzy smiled into the darkness, glad that her ploy had worked.
"I'm not teasing, Izzy. I'm building you up. So that you're ready when I take you upstairs to fuck you."
She choked out a laugh. "I'm beyond ready, Navy man."
Then that devious finger burrowed beneath her satin panties and parted her swollen skin. "Hmm… you might be."
The tip of his finger made a circular motion, directly around her swollen pleasure point and Izzy cried out. She flexed her hips against his touch, praying that he would continue, but he just stood there. Then he twitched his finger, right around her clit. And paused. Then twitched again.
Izzy was ready to scream. "Please," she panted, clutching his neck. "I need… I need to come."
He took pity on her. Settling into a devious rhythm, he urged her toward that ultimate release. It was embarrassingly easy. With just a few steady movements she shattered in his arms, and when she would have cried out he sealed his mouth over hers, absorbing her pleasure. He held her entire weight as she lost control of her body.
It took a few seconds for her to regain her composure. Izzy couldn't remember ever being so turned on before. Drake let her open leg fall and he removed his hand, but he wrapped his arms around her waist to hold her as she recovered. "Are you okay?"
Izzy nodded, her nose buried into the fabric of his stolen shirt. It smelled of commercial starch. She was too lost in her pleasure to feel embarrassed at where they were. After a minute she looked up at him. "So, do you have a room or what?"
Drake grinned, his bright white teeth flashing. "It just so happens I do."
Taking her hand, he led her through a couple of hallways then through the glorious main lobby. Izzy felt like people were staring at her, knowing what she'd just done in the back hallway. His hard kisses had left her lips feeling swollen. Her panties were soaked and even her thighs. For a girl that usually loved a good show, she was feeling decidedly shy in this environment. She would never want to do anything to embarrass Kiko and her family.
Avoiding most of the people, Drake led her to the gold elevators on the opposite hallway and punched the up button.
"So,” she said, clearing her throat, “how did you get a room? Ginny and I are rooming together, but I know others have been turned away."
Drake gave her a look out of the corner of his eye. "Well, I've been out with my guys before and they tend to get… a little free with their affections. Or they overindulge. So, I had a back-up plan. At the very least, I thought it would save me a drive to pick them up from wherever they landed. As soon as Tyler let us know where it was being held, before the invitations went out, I made a reservation."
"You are a smart man."
He grinned, shaking his head. "Not always."
The elevator doors dinged in front of them and Izzy stepped on. Three other couples stepped on as well, so Drake pressed close but he behaved himself. If the other people hadn't have been present, Izzy wasn't sure she could have kept her hands off him. The orgasm he'd given her moments ago had been fantastic, but she wanted more. She wanted to have that hardness inside her, sooner rather than later.
It wasn’t like her to be this… hungry, but something about Drake, or maybe the short amount of time she knew they could be together, was motivating her. She couldn’t ever remember being this aroused for a man. She’d certainly never done anything like what they’d just done in public.
They were the next to last couple to get off, and every floor stop made her want to scream with impatience. Finally, he tugged her off the torturous ride and down a long hallway. He stopped in front of a door and swiped a key card, then stood back to let her in.
Izzy walked in, looking around. Typical hotel room, of course, if a little higher end than normal.
"The fridge is stocked with water. Help yourself."
Reaching inside the mini-fridge, she snagged one. He shook his head when she offered him one. "I don't like water."
Izzy's brows lifted. "Really?"
He shrugged and crossed his arms over his chest.
