Chapter 18: Erotic sex
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He traced me again and I groaned out. Anal sex had never been on my radar but I knew when it came time to it, I would let Drake do whatever he wanted with my body, just so long as he never stopped touching me.
When his fingers went further south, he began sliding a single finger through my wet lips, entering me very slowly and then retreating. I whimpered out, gripping his shoulders for dear life. For being a huge extravagant yacht, thus bathroom left us little room.
The best that I could, I slid my hand down between us, touching him from the outside of his shorts. He bit me but I liked it and I knew it was his approval to what I was doing to him. When I found the top of his shorts, I slowly slid my hand and at exactly the same time that I wrapped my hands around his cock, he sank two fingers inside of me.
"Drake!" I cried, gripping his cock tightly as I felt my walls squeeze his fingers.
"Fucking hell," he growled out, plunging even deeper inside of me. "So fucking tight..."
I began stroking his cock then, squeezing him with just the right amount of pressure as he matched my hand with his own. My breathing was getting heavier and a growing pressure built in the center of my core.
He needed to be inside of me right now. I couldn't hold on much longer.
"Drake, please." I pleaded with my eyes, gripping his cock even tighter.
He seemed to know what exactly I needed as I felt him remove his fingers from my pussy and tug my thong to the side. His hand went to his shorts as he shoved them down past his ass, freeing his cock and my hand. The room was tight and at this angle, he wasn't going to be able to fuck me, but he was far more clever than I was. His hands grabbed me by the back of my legs as I felt him lift me from the floor. Centering his cock over my opening, he sank me down onto him, his cock stretching me once more. I could never grow tired of his size making me feel so full and consumed. It was the same way I felt about him in my own life.
As soon as I realized what I had just thought about, Drake distracted me by lifting and dropping me hard on his cock, our pleasured moans and breathing echoing around us. He was sinking so deep I began to see stars. This was the first time in my life that I had had sex standing up and I'd admit to enjoying it far too much.
We were face to face, my body bobbing up and down on him, as I grabbed his face and slammed my lips onto his. His kiss was so passionate, and between this and his thrusting cock, I was close.
"Drake," I moaned against his lips at the same time he picked up his thrusts again.
The pressure in my core was at an all-time high and then my walls squeezed him so tightly that he cursed out. My orgasm roared to life, sending pulsing waves of ecstasy outwards, filling my entire body. I kissed him more passionately than I had intended to.
One minute I was having the best orgasm of my life with his cock buried deep inside of me and then the next, he was pulling out and grunting into my neck.
"Fuuuuuck," he drew out his curse and that's when I felt his semen squirt against the outside of my pussy and inner thigh very well.
It was then that I realized we had just had sex without a condom, but luckily for me, Drake had enough control to pull out when he was ready. Thank fuck.
He continued to hold me close to him, his face still buried in my neck, when someone began knocking on the door.
"Yo, Drake! You in a you in there?" It was an unfamiliar male voice and my body had to freeze at the sound of it.
I didn't want to get caught screwing some guy in the bathroom of a yacht. This was so unlike my character and the longer I was around Drake, the more I didn't recognize myself.
"Yeah, I'll be right out. Tell kristoff to open some more champagne," He called out, his voice sounding normal again.
Stepping away from me, I watched Drake when he was pulling his shorts back up before he grinned at me.
"Well, that was better than good, huh?"
I blushed then, letting out a small giggle. "We almost got caught."
He shrugged. "It wouldn't be the first time."
I wasn't surprised by his words. I had a feeling I wasn't the first girl he'd screwed around with, and part of me felt a ping of jealousy, but I quickly squashed that down. There was no room for jealousy in a non committed relationship. This was strictly sex. Sex with a womanizer.
"Meet you out there, killer." He winked and left, leaving me to stare at the door in the utter surprise. The way he made me feel scared the hell out of me and something deep inside told me to run for the fucking hills.
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DRAKE'S POV
My body was still reeling from being with Lynn moments ago. Her sweet, tight pussy flooded my head and I gritted my teeth together once I felt my dick start to swell again. Get your shit together, Drake, she's just another sexy woman. But if that was the case, why couldn't I stop thinking about her.
"Drake! Where have you been?"
Chrissy purred out, sliding her hand down my chest and when she did so, I immediately felt my dick soften.
It was just another event that told me Lynn was dangerous to me and my life. My career revolved around my dick and if I could only get it up for her, then I was in big fucking trouble.
"I just went to the bathroom, Chrissy," I grabbed her hand and pushed it away from me. "You should know that I don't get involved with co workers."
She giggled. "Oh, I don't want to get involved, I just want you to fuck me again. Maybe a little more private than the first time."
She lunged her hand downwards and grabbed my dick, making me jump like crazy.
Laughing nervously, I grabbed her hand and tried to remove it but she was a feisty little thing. "That's not going to happen. That's what I meant by not getting involved."
Lynn returned from below just then and I watched her seek me out with her eyes, looking straight at Chrissy's hand on my dick. When her face fell, I cursed under my breath, really gripping Chrissy's hand now.
