Homeless Heart (10 page)

“You’ll have me,” Drake assured her. He gently sucked on her clit, feeling her body get taut. Her back bowed, her legs tight. Her elation filled the confines of the bathroom, ricocheting off the walls. Her pussy watered his palate, her flavor rushing fast.

“Drake, that’s so amazing, oh Jesus,” she wailed. A high-pitched whine rang in his ears. He grabbed her hips, holding her as her body contorted. He gazed up the gorgeous path of her body, watching her response. Kelly’s face was slack, her mouth open in wonder. Drake’s heart pounded frantically, thrilled that he’d lifted the veil of her vulnerability.

* * * *

Her eyes blinked, opening with a sleepy haze. He helped her up, the water cooling. Their skin was dotted with moisture, their scents fresh, but tainted with the musk of sex. Drake held her hand, helping her out of the tub. Her hair was damp, trailing over her shoulders like wet ribbons. He held her face, pulling her mouth to his.

Their lips sealed, working over one another’s mouths. The urge had peaked, like the height of a hallucinogenic trip. His cock couldn’t get any harder, stiff as iron and extended with pain. Her hands smoothed down his abdomen, finding his sac. She coddled his balls, provoking a muffled groan to spill from his mouth. Their tongues danced, slipping and sliding out of one another’s mouths, reaching down deep for the most intimate taste. Drake pulled back, needing her eyes.

“I want you, right here, right now,” he said, his words conveyed through an airy wind. Her eyes had gone green, rich, like a blooming spring. Drake picked her up and carried her to the vanity, setting her down on the marble. He caught his reflection in the mirror, his need raw and unveiled.

Her legs parted, inviting him into her haven of heat. He touched her pussy with the tip of his cock, feeling her slick flames wrap around his dick.

“Oh, Kelly, I’ve wanted this since I brought you the brandy,” Drake whispered, gazing into the depths of her gaze. He pushed himself inside her, slowly, reveling in the feel of the tight channel that would take him straight to that desired destination. Her breasts pillowed into his chest. Their damp flesh joined, holding them together in a sheath of need.

A hot coil of delight pulled tighter and tighter around his groin. Her heels dug into his back, her neck smoothing. When her hips tilted, Drake skated deeper. Every logical thought detonated, blowing him to pieces. It was a connection he’d never had with another. It was real, gritty yet tender, exposing all. He licked the stretched skin of her curved neck, murmuring her name over and over.

“That’s it, take me deeper.” He sighed, feeling her walls grip him like a vise. Her breathless praise had him on the edge, delirious with excitement.

“Drake, God, do it harder, let me feel you,” she cried, her chest falling in relief when he thrust into her, pushing her buttocks further onto the counter of the vanity. Bottles clattered into the sink.

Drake felt the urge to express his thoughts. Something dark was rising, egging him on to be needful and candid. Had it been like that for Nina? Had he missed that? No. Drake shook off his thoughts, notions that had the power to spoil.

This was different, a genuine desire to please. It was a need to comfort and give. It wasn’t a cold, demanding sense of entitlement. This was a raw, uncontrollable passion. This time I can have the sentiment while experiencing the rawness of it. This is different!
his internal monologue argued.

Kelly’s nails dug into his flesh, scraping down the planes of his back. Drake consumed it all, all the senses and sensory.

“Come on, baby,” he spoke through gritted teeth. “Come for me, Kelly, let me unravel you.” He gasped. Their bodies moved with a precise, yet frantic fluency that had his cock throbbing with an amazing, pleasing pain. She spoke his name, a sharp cry of delight.

“Drake, so good…God.” Heated breaths wafted on his neck. He felt her insides clench around him. His muscles were thrumming. His thighs burned with rebellion. He went rigid, his stomach clenched as he spilled himself into her. His orgasm joined hers seconds later, riding on her coattails. It rolled on, over and over, charging fast. Drake shuddered against her. Her mouth took his, their teeth hitting. Her tongue was hot, wicked, and provoking. The thought of her mouth on him had his cock lunging back to attention, still in the hot confines of her snug body. The kiss broke, their lungs fighting for extra air.

Her eyes met his. A lazy smile played on her lips. Her mouth nuzzled into his neck, playfully biting the flesh there. Drake cupped her face, guiding her euphoric gaze back to him. Kelly grinned sheepishly, her legs scissoring around his hips.

“Wow.” She blew strands of hair out of her eyes.

“Are you pleased?” He craved her honesty, needing to build off her responsive reactions.

“You certainly know how to court a girl.” Her praise was breathless.

“This is only the beginning,” Drake assured her, tracing her peaked nipple.

* * * *

It hadn’t taken him long. Nina sat in the car, perched at the window, the binoculars shaking in her hands. Her line of vision blurred. The rage that’d been simmering since Drake had sent her packing was now at a full boil.

Two silhouettes moved behind the sheer curtains. Had Drake been seeing her before he gave her the ax? Nina gritted her teeth.
Nobody screws me over.
The lens went black as the lights went out. Frigid air chilled her skin, mating with her angry insides.

Chapter Nineteen

The darkness came from all sides, but it wasn’t the same. This darkness didn’t overwhelm her like the shadows that consumed her in the woods. This darkness held warmth, affection, and safety.

The mattress molded around her body. Her bones cried out in delight. She sniffed the crisp freshness of the linens like an addict would cocaine. Drake’s hard body held her from behind, his cock stirring, pressing into her tailbone.

His hands smoothed over her body, stoking her libido again. She released a rush of air when his palm covered her breast, gently cupping and holding her flesh. Her body was adrift, floating in a delectable, sensual pool of euphoria and escape. All the sharp edges of her life on the streets had dulled.

The room was peaceful, fragranced with their clean bodies and fresh sheets. Drake’s husky voice met the air, his words undetected.

“Please tell me what happened?” he asked. His nose nuzzled into her hair. Fingers strummed down her body, dipping below her belly. He tenderly opened her, stroking her clitoris.

“Drake,” Kelly whispered.

“I want to know how it happened.” His touch slid through the arousal that quickly pooled between her legs. He was gunning the gas of her engine, her heart racing again. His hot breaths hit her shoulder. “I’m aware that it happens in a domino effect. Tell me how the first domino fell, please…I’m your lover now, and I plan to continue this.”

Kelly turned around, searching for his face. Angled lines pushed through a darkness she strained to see through. She grabbed a hold of him, hanging on as she revealed the facts of her fucked-up life.

“I had a gambling problem,” she confessed. Her quivering voice filled the black silence. “That was the first domino. Because of my carelessness where my finances were concerned, I wasn’t prepared to deal with the second domino. My parents got sick—my mother first, really. My father just couldn’t cope. Death was his escape,” she shared.

“My parents had accumulated a lot of medical debt. My poor, father was so overwhelmed. I left my job and moved in to help him. I assumed that my father had covered his bases, but he hadn’t,” Kelly said. Her voice broke through her words, words that brought the painful picture back into focus amongst all the luxury Drake had to offer. “My parent’s assets were attacked by medical facilities and collection agencies. I didn’t have a leg to stand on. I was thrown out of my own home.”

Kelly buried her face into his dense chest, allowing her tattered past to sink in.

Drake’s heart drummed in her ear, soaking into her body, as if trying to pump new life into her worn out soul. His hand cupped her cheek, lifting her eyes to his. The faint glint of his gaze held her.

“Let me help you,” he said softly. “It doesn’t have to be this way.”

“I don’t expect you to bail me out,” she replied tightly.

His body stiffened under her hands. “I don’t see it that way,” Drake said sharply. “Things happen. People make mistakes. That doesn’t mean you have to spend the rest of your life living in a damn tent,” he said firmly. “Please,” Kelly sighed. “This is so nice. I just want to enjoy you, enjoy being here.”

“It could be like this all the time. Don’t let your pride get in the way of your future,” Drake whispered. “Think about what I’m telling you.”

Kelly found his lips. She snaked her arm around his neck, pulling him to her. His cock sprouted between their navels. His lips parted, urging her inside. She sampled him, licking his teeth, the walls of his mouth. He tasted rich, seasoned, and sweet. Drake was a variety of delicious flavors. He’d made her feel exquisite, special, fanning all the natural fires a woman had, and he knew just how to tend them.

Kelly sat up, seeing the whites of Drake’s eyes, his stare direct. She smoothed her hands down his defined chest, positioning him on his back. She heard his excited breaths filling the heated space between them. She sat back on her heels, tossing the covers to the foot of the bed. She crawled over the acres of hot, firm flesh, feeling and kneading all the hills and valleys of his muscles. She straddled him, leaning into his chest.

She licked at his corded flesh before drawing in on his nipple. His chest fell, his gasps rasping.

“Kelly, ah God.” His tone was guttural.

She sucked on the pebbled bead, offering the light scrape of her teeth. She felt him. His cock shifted. Drake reached between them, steering the head of his cock into her folds. He ran the tip up and over her clitoris, sending them to the edge again.

Her mouth journeyed down his body, kissing and licking his soft skin. She eased down onto her belly and slowly lifted his legs. It’d been a distant memory, the last time she pleasured a man. She lowered her head, pulling in his rich scent, a scent that only lingered in those deep, dark, forbidden places that Kelly now wanted access to. She put her tongue on his balls, running it over his puckered sac. Drake’s voice sang through the room.

“Please…” Drake whimpered his arousal, a deep grieving Kelly wanted to cure. She held him, jerking him in slow pulls as her tongue bathed his balls. His hips wiggled. She internally cheered, relishing the fact that she had such a wealthy, powerful man crippled and under her control.

Kelly ground her hips into the satiny sheet before rising up onto her knees. Drake’s hands fumbled in the darkness. His nails dug, clawing at her body, seeking skin wherever he could find it. She ran the tip of her nose up the length of his penis, then held him as she guided him inside her mouth.

Gruff, masculine whimpers echoed in her ears. Drake’s hand moved between her thighs, searching for her moist center. He gently petted her, bringing her back for another round. His cock flexed in her mouth, hardening into a flaming rod. His hips jerked under her palms. He called out to her, her name riding on a gasping breath.

“Kelly,” he sighed. Streams of internal heat filled her mouth, filling her with the essence of him. Kelly consumed him, labeling him her own personalized extract.

* * * *

Her mouth was unlike any other, the way her tongue lovingly bathed all his intimate places. There was no reserve. He’d made her feel at ease, relaxed and open, his mission successful. She drew him deep. His cock slipped in and out from between her lips, absorbing her wet heat.

He watched the sensual, erotic shadows of her body as it moved. She provoked such a need, a hole Drake wanted her to fill. Kelly knelt over him. Drake gently held her head, guiding her pace. He smelled her. Her personal essence clouded the air, making his head spin with desire. Her mouth worked him over. The suction was hard and sharp, flaming around his dick. Drake’s groin wound tighter and tighter. His breaths felt strangled. His climax was building. Drake surfed the wave for moment before it came crashing over him.

His hands found Kelly’s face. Her cheeks hollowed. His body jolted as if falling in his sleep when he came in her mouth, his orgasm hard and brutal, but oh so good.

* * * *

“When did you buy this?” Kelly asked, unzipping the canvas duffle in her lap. Inside were packets of foot warmers, batteries, and an interesting flashlight, a head lamp that one could wear around their head, leaving their hands free. There was also a pair of pink, silk long underwear. Drake silenced the car’s engine.

Kelly looked out the window. She’d turned into a pumpkin. Here she was, back at Union Gas and Propane. The trees were shedding their leaves a little bit more each day. Kelly touched the cool window, seeing their breaths fogging up the glass. She hadn’t been away long. Regret knotted through her already tight gut.

It would be cold tonight. She’d have to pitch her tent and get a fire going. She brushed away her thoughts. It was too soon to give into what Drake was suggesting.