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He pops my button loose but can’t go any further with how we’re sitting. My hands fumble for purchase on his shirt. He stands abruptly when I unbutton a few buttons, his eyes dark with desire.
“Do you want this, Tiger? Because if you do, I won’t be able to stop.”
I stare at him, caught in the gravitational pull of our shared history, longing glances and stolen kisses in dugouts and dimly lit hallways. The world outside does not exist; it’s only Drake and me and our collective past.
“Yes.” I breathe out on a shaky exhale.
“When I come back, I want those shorts off.” He shakes his head. “No, on second thought, I want you naked. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?”
I lick my bottom lip and nod, trying hard not to stare at the impressive bulge in his dress pants. Talk time is over. “Where are you going?”
He turns back to look at me with that sexy smirk, and I swoon. “To check on Jake and make sure he’s asleep.”
Why the fuck do I find that so heartwarming?
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Drake
I return to the kitchen, unbuttoning the rest of my dress shirt, and find a very naked Lila. I stand there, caught off guard by her kneeling before me, her breast swaying gently, nipples hard and erect. My cock jumps in my pants, eager and willing at the sight of her submission.
“What do we have here?” The question comes out raspier than I intended.
“I haven’t deep-throated anyone in a very long time,” she shrugs. “I kind of miss it.”
Damn, I forgot about her lack of gag reflex. At the time, I thought what we had done was the norm. After we broke up, I soon realized that deep-throating was not a common skill.
“My dirty girl.” My cock strains against my pants with that comment. He remembers all too well how it feels to be in her mouth.
As she takes my pants and underwear down, I hold my breath. The anticipation is killing me. But what am I looking forward to? Us? Reconciliation or a fuck? It’s been so long since she’s given me head my brain short-circuited.
She wraps her warm, wet mouth around the head of my dick and sucks softly. Fuck … I groan, closing my eyes as pleasure courses through me. Soft, teasing licks turn into a firm suckle as she takes more of me into her mouth. Her hands grab my ass cheeks and pull me closer to her lips.
I lean against the fridge, trying to stay upright as she takes all of me deep into her throat. My cock slides in and out, hitting the back of her throat with each thrust.
“That’s it, Tiger. Take it all in.”
Her hands trail up to play with my balls, squeezing them gently before sliding up to scratch my lower back. It feels so good when she does this that I nearly come right there on the kitchen floor. Instead, I let out a long moan that seems to vibrate through her body as she continues to suck on me.
We’ve always had an intense connection—even when we were together during high school—but this … this is electric. The way she looks up at me with those big doe eyes while taking me effortlessly into her mouth, the way her tongue expertly caresses my shaft, each touch amplifies the raw, unfiltered connection between us.
“You’re so fucking beautiful taking my cock.” My voice is gravelly and raw—a tinge of desperation in every word, as if this moment includes more than just the physical act—like it has been the thing I’ve been craving and dreading simultaneously.
Her cheeks hollow out as she takes me in again, deeper, her hands firmly gripping my ass. God, it’s like a goddamn lifeline.
I stroke through her soft, blonde hair, the sharp contrast against my inked skin stark and vivid. Her blue eyes flicker up to mine, and I’m undone. The innocence there stirs up an ocean of emotions I’ve spent years burying deep within me.
Being with her like this is more than sex—it’s home. It’s comfort. It’s a reminder of who I used to be before everything went south. I see flashes of our past reflected in those eyes—memories of laughter and love and then pain and betrayal. It’s a whirlwind of emotions that has the power to break me if I let it.
But right now, as she takes me deeper into her mouth while looking into my eyes, I feel nothing but pure, unadulterated lust for this woman who has always had my heart.
“If you keep this up, I’m going to blow my load.” I try to withdraw, but she holds me tighter, keeping me still. But I want more than her mouth right now.
I pull her up abruptly and press my lips to hers in a fierce kiss. There are no words to express how much I want her, so I let my actions speak instead. My hands roam over her body, reacquainting themselves with every curve and valley they never forgot before trailing down to tease one firm breast.
The urgency with which she responds excites me even more. Her hands dive beneath my shirt, her nails digging into my back as she pulls me closer.
I let the shirt fall to our feet and back her against the table, our lips still locked.