"Like what you see?"
I let my gaze drift slowly over his body. Hard muscle, skin tan from hours in the sun, a few scars—all of which I knew intimately. Drake had long limbs, a lean body, and a cock that stood heavy and hard.
"You'll do,” I drawled, knowing my lack of reaction would drive him crazy. We played this game over and over; sometimes he won, and sometimes I did. But either way, we both got off.
"Fuck you," Drake dropped his arms, one hand dropping to stroke his long cock. ''Come suck me, you dirty fucker."
I moved to him, slow and deliberate. My cock pressed against the fly of my jeans, my body hard and hot. I pushed his hand aside, gripping his shaft tightly in my fist.
"You want something," I told him, giving his cock a vicious stroke. "You ask nicely."
Drake groaned, slumping back against the wall, his hips thrusting helplessly into my hold.
"Suck me,” he told me, breathless and desperate.
I stopped stroking. "Say, please."
"Fuck you."
I grinned, enjoying this back and forth, knowing it turned us both the fuck on.
I pushed out a sad sigh. “Guess you don't want—"
His hand shot out, covering mine, forcefully keeping my fingers around his cock.
"Please,” he gritted out, jaw clenched.
I made a tutting sound in the back of my throat, leaning close to nip him on his collarbone. "Please, what?"
"Please, Dane. Suck me."
Instead, I fisted his hair, pulling him close and smashing our mouths together. We fought for dominance, his hands wrapping around me to battle for control. I jerked him between us, our bodies sliding together—mine fully clothed, his naked. I knew the difference would drive him higher.
"Do it," he barked, reaching down to cup my cock through my jeans. "Fucking suck me."
I slid hungry lips down his body as I slowly lowered to the ground, sucking and nipping, tasting the salt of his skin as Imade my way down. On my knees, I fisted his cock, bringing it to my mouth. I paused, glancing up, seeing him looking down at me with half-mast eyes.
"You know Belle is gonna cream the first time she sees me doing this to you," I muttered, giving him a small jerk.
My words, deliberately chosen, were enough to tip Drake over the edge. He fisted my hair, pulling me onto his cock, thrusting until he hit the back of my throat. I revelled in his loss of control, my hands coming up to grip his ass, letting him thrust into my mouth with wild abandon.
"Fuck, Dane. Fuck. Baby," Drake held my head, pressing deep into the back of my throat as he came. I swallowed, sucking it down.
"Shit," he muttered, releasing his grip and sagging against the wall. "Fuck, that was hot."
I wiped at the corner of my mouth, grinning as I stood. "Give me a second, and I'll—"
"Nah," I muttered, readjusting my crotch. "I'm good for now."
Drake raised an eyebrow, giving my pants a meaningful look. A quick glance revealed that my jeans were doing jack shit to hide my massive erection.
"I'll fuck you later tonight," I told him, unafraid of a case of blue balls. "We gotta go."
Drake reached down, casually pulling his jeans up his long legs. "Where?"
"Mr. Henderson." I grinned, anticipation tingling at the base of my spine. "We’ve got a woman to claim."
Drake drovewhile I called our flaky boat builder.
