50 Shades of Drake 1 and 2

Chapter Forty-Five

    Aubrey's kisses were demanding. He hadn't tasted her sweet lips in so long. He had to make up for lost time. He stood between her thighs, feeling the heat radiating from them. He was drunk off of his lust for her. He had wanted to maintain his composure throughout the evening. He'd wanted to be on his best behavior, but whenever he was around her, he was so tempted to be on his worst. She was the sweetest, cutest, most tempting little thing. She'd gone toe-to-toe with him this evening and had expected for that to turn him off, most likely. If only she knew how sexy she was when she challenged him.

    One hand was tangled in her hair while the other delved between her thighs. Panties to the side. She sucked on his bottom lip, a move that was quickly becoming his weakness. He groaned against her mouth and felt her hands tugging at his dress shirt, untucking it from his dress pants. Unbuttoning his dress pants, unzipping. He felt her hand sliding in and wrapping around him and it was almost enough for him to lose it right then and there.

    During her absence from his life, he had tried his hand at other women. When he and one woman were done, he moved on to the next. That was how it went. And he had tried. He'd invited women to his place in Toronto. Test drives before introducing the contract to them. They hadn't appealed to him. Not one. Not one woman out of the several he'd invited had even remotely aroused him. They'd been beautiful, successful in their own right. One of them had even been sexy beyond belief. A part of him felt like he should have been turned on by her, but he wasn't. She was sexy, she was beautiful, but she was missing something. They all were missing something.

    They weren't Destiny, he thought now as he ravaged her mouth with his tongue. Once that thought entered his mind, he pulled back suddenly, staring into Destiny's eyes. Don't go down that road, he told himself. That line of thinking is dangerous.

    She looked back at him, her lips wet and parted. Like her thighs, tight around his waist. Her eyes lowered to his lips. One of her hands was in his dress pants, working him. Stroking. Caressing. She lowered the other to cover his hand, the hand that was frozen still between her thighs. She pushed at his hand. "Who told you to stop?" she asked him.

    Using his own words against him. He leaned forward and caught her bottom lip between his teeth. Using her move against her. Withdrawing his hand. Replacing it with something else. Wrapping his arms around her and roughly pulling her against him. Entering her. Making her gasp, making her moan. She bit into his shoulder to quiet her own moans, her mouth filled with the material of his suit jacket.

    "Aubrey," she cried out. She leaned back and met his thrusts. Her eyes locked on his. Lips pouty and eyebrows drawn together to form an expression of pure ecstasy.

    He was so addicted to her. She was crack and he was the fiend. He couldn't get enough. Even when he had her, even when he was inside of her, he wanted more of her. He touched her, and he wanted to touch her more. He tasted her, and he wanted to taste her more. He filled her up, and he wanted to fill her up even more. He buried his face into her neck and groaned as he climaxed.

    She rode the wave with him, clinging to him and kissing the spot behind his ear. Tightening her thighs around him.

    He stayed that way for several moments. He didn't want to move, didn't want to budge. He should. They were in a public place. Anyone could come walking in and see them. But it felt so good to rest his head on her shoulder. It felt good to have her arms around him, and his arms around her. He lifted his head and stared down at her. She didn't loosen her legs around him; they remained tight, keeping him locked in position. He smiled and kissed her forehead.

    The door to the bathroom door swung open and two middle-aged blonde women entered, chatting nonstop. They stopped short when they saw Aubrey and Destiny, Destiny posted on top of the sink and Aubrey locked between her thighs. He arched a look over his shoulder at the blonde women.

    One of the blondes lifted her eyebrows in interest, while the other looked appalled.

    Destiny shifted and Aubrey stepped back so she could lower down to the floor and stand. He helped her down while staring at the blonde women that were gawking at them. With a confident smile, he tucked himself back into his pants, buttoned them, and zipped them up. "Good evening, ladies," he greeted them as he adjusted his dress shirt, deciding to leave it untucked.

    "Good evening," the interested blonde returned, her gaze pointedly lowered at his midsection.

    Aubrey helped Destiny straighten her dress. He affectionately smoothed down her hair and kissed the top of her head. Then, he took his time in washing and drying his hands. Destiny followed suit. When they were finished, he offered her his arm. They walked towards the bathroom door and on the way out of the door, Aubrey told the two blondes, "Enjoy the rest of your night."

    Aubrey and Destiny had barely made it out of the bathroom before they heard one of the blondes saying, "I'll have what she's having."

    Destinyburied her face into Aubrey's arm, nearly collapsing in laughter.