Fireworks 1 and 2

Chapter Forty-Two

    Hands roaming in the dark. Exploring. The only light source in the room coming from a projector that was mounted into the ceiling. Forced to keep noises down because of the other parties in the room trying to enjoy a movie. Not an easy feat, when the pleasure coursing through your body was at an all-time high.

    When the closing credits started rolling, Mia slapped Drake's hands away and straightened her clothes. The lights in the room went up and his crew joked around with each other as they stood up from their seats. She was still seated in front of Drake, but tried her best to look like his hands weren't between her thighs only moments before.

    Most of the crew left the room but OB hung back, giving Drake a knowing look and trying to hide a smile.

    "Don't you two look cozy?" OB quipped, tipping the brim of his baseball cap.

    "Will you get on?" Drake muttered, laughing.

    "Sure, sure," OB said, his eyes shifting to Mia and lowering down her frame. He tilted his head to the side and pointed. "You did great on the fast zip-up job, but you missed the button."

    She looked down at her jeans, feeling her cheeks burning.

    "Goodnight, OB," Drake said, his tone stern.

    "No, he's fine," she said as she stood up from the chair. She maintained eye contact with OB as she slowly slipped the button of her jeans into its appropriate slot. "Thank you for letting me know."

    OB held her gaze, a slow smile forming on his mouth.

    She turned and looked down at Drake. She extended her hand to him. "Come with me."

    Drake looked up at her and grabbed her hand, standing up.

    She started to lead him towards the door, but on the way out, he jabbed an elbow in OB's ribs.

    OB overdramatically doubled over, grabbing at his ribs. "Ow!" he cried out jokingly. As Drake and Mia walked out the room, he called to them, "She's got spunk! She's feisty. I like her!"

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    She led him through the long, dark hall, past the living room and up the stairs. She paused in front of the door to her bedroom and looked at him over her shoulder. He stared back at her without speaking. Eyes intense and heavy-lidded. She continued walking, past her room and to the end of the hall, where she opened the door to his bedroom.

    He trailed behind her, still holding onto her hand.

    Once they reached the bed, she turned to face him and froze. Do I really want to do this? she wondered. Knowing that he isn't ready for a relationship?

    Before she could come up with an answer, he took a step closer to her, closing the already minimal distance between them. He dipped his head down and kissed her. He brushed his lips against hers softly at first and then deepened the kiss, exploring her mouth with his tongue.

    She kissed him back, without thinking. All of her thoughts became a jumbled mess that she could no longer make sense of. All her mind could process was the feel of his lips on hers, the feel of his hands as they wrapped around her waist and pulled her against him. His kisses left her mouth and moved to make a trail along her jawline, down her neck, and to her shoulder. He kissed down her collarbone and bit the top of her breast through her tank top. Dropped down to his knees while kissing her stomach through the material of her top.

    He unbuttoned her jeans while looking up at her.

    She stared down at him, her breathing uneven. Lips parted. Curly hair falling over one eye. She met his gaze and stared into those beautiful, brown, downturned eyes fringed with thick lashes. She watched as he unzipped her jeans. He unzipped them slowly, like a kid trying to preserve the wrapping paper on a cherished Christmas gift. Her brows lifted as he moved his head forward and pressed a kiss to her stomach while moving his hands around to her waist. He peeled the jeans off of her and pulled them down while kissing the area around her navel.

    Once her jeans were bunched around her ankles, he pulled back and bent his head while untying the laces of her black and pink Jordans. He lifted her foot, removed both the shoe and her sock, and did the same for the other foot.

    She held onto his shoulder to help keep her balance.

    When he'd removed her shoes and socks and set them aside, he stared at her midsection. Her panties were black and lacy. The look in his eyes said that he wanted to tear them off, but instead of doing so, he rose to his feet. He lowered his head and kissed her again, linking his fingers with hers. The kiss was hungry, hot, and demanding. He grabbed her face in both hands while her hands slid beneath his black t-shirt.

    She pulled back from the kiss unexpectedly. Looked up at him with lust-filled eyes, and with her hands still splayed across his stomach beneath his shirt. "Sit," she ordered.

    His brows rose, but he did as he was told and sat on the edge of the bed.

    She knelt down to the floor and did the same thing he'd done for her. Removed his shoes and socks. Set them to the side. Then parted his knees and kneeled between them.

    His eyes were locked on hers. He slowly lifted the bottom of his shirt up and pulled it over the top of his head. He set it beside him on the bed.

    She stood up, standing between his knees, and did the same, dragging her black tank top over her head.

    He grabbed her by the waist and pulled her onto his lap.

    She stopped him before he could kiss her again. She held her palms against his chest and said, "No strings. No attachments. Okay?"

    He nodded, his eyes lowered.

    "Kiss me," she ordered.

    He caught her bottom lip between his teeth and sucked on it before kissing her long and deep. His arms circled around her and unhooked her bra, expertly. Smoothly. He was no stranger to this. And she was okay with that.

    Their lovemaking started off with a lot of teasing. Kissing, light touching. Nibbling, soft biting. Squeezing, pinching. Despite the declaration that there were no strings attached, there was a lot of affection between them. A lot of kissing and a lot of hand holding. He trailed his hands along her body as if her skin were made of the finest silk, and looked at her adoringly as if she was the finest piece of art.

    The more her lips touched him, the more she wanted. She was drunk with desire for him and could not get enough. While lying on his bed, propped up on her elbows, he parted her legs and slid between them. Kissing his way upward until his lips found hers again. Caressed her inner thighs with his hands before finding the spot he was looking for. Teased her a bit before pushing himself in and becoming one with her.

    She cried out against his lips, but moved her pelvis along with his. She enjoyed the feel of him between her thighs. She tightened her thighs around his hips. Used the muscles inside to squeeze the length of him gently.

    He groaned against her mouth and pulled back from the kiss, staring down at her. "Damn, girl." He continued to push back and forth, keeping a steady pace. The pace started to gain in speed and their moans and groans gradually grew louder.

    They came together, holding each other, staring into each other's eyes, breathing hard. He didn't move right away. He stayed on top of her, and in her, staring down at her. Tracing the curve of her jaw with his fingertips. They stayed that way for quite awhile, for the lack of a better word, attached... despite the lack of strings.