Dricki Love & Lust Chronicles

I Told You I Was Comin' Back pt. 3

"And why the fuck not?" he asked, slightly angered and amused by her answer. Drake's grip tightened and Nicki fell into the possessiveness of him, the strange sense of security it used to give her washing back over her again. Something about him grabbing her and demanding control turned her on. It sent her back to when they were young and deeply in love.

"Because I am not about to get hurt again. I already told you that, and today you've proven to be nothing but irresponsible with my children. I am not gonna let them get attached to you, and I'm not gonna let myself get attached to you only for you to disappear again. I'm finally doing better and we're better off without you." Nicki affirmed but still swooned at the feeling of his hands on her body. His grip was tight but his hands were warm, a bit calloused but still soft and comforting.

"Are you really?" he asked, his lips right on top of hers. She could taste his breath and the alcohol was intoxicating.

"I- I am," Nicki stammered pulling back a bit. Drake didn't like that. "Ooohh," she moaned as his fingers slipped deep inside her, pumping slowly.

"But when was the last time you were touched like this and you liked it?" Drake whispered. He laid his forehead on hers and Nicki's mouth fell open as he made her remember how easy it was for him to make feel alive. Her arms inadvertently went around his neck as her fingers tangled in his curly hair. Drake let his hand run up to her pearl as he massaged the soft gentle flesh just the way she liked before letting his fingers release her. He sucked the nectar off them and Nicki kept still.

His hand caressed her face before pulling her even closure, capturing her in a kiss. Nicki felt a wave of deja vu, instantly feeling like a horny teenager again, wanting nothing but her boyfriend on top of her. She could taste herself on his tongue, mixing with the whiskey he'd been drinking. She moaned into their kiss and felt a daze rush her mind, clouding her judgement. Drake held their kiss for a couple moments longer before releasing, leaving Nicki confused and excited all at the same time. Both their breathing heavy and laboured.

"You'll always belong to me, you should know that." His whisper was sharp but deep and sensual.

Drake picked her up and her body wrapped around his as he carried her out to the backyard. It was pitch black out and the familiar sounds of sirens could be heard off in the distance before it became completely quiet. Drake sat down and pulled a blunt out his pocket with his lighter as Nicki sat on top of him. She watched as he lit it and kept herself silent.

She couldn't see him in the darkness but she could see the burning red end as he inhaled. They sat a ways away from the house but she could feel the end be put near her mouth as he offered her the blunt. Nicki took it and stared down at the little wrapping before taking a long pull, instantly relaxing. Her nerves could finally relax and she felt less tense. She laid down onto his chest and listened to the beat of his heart, her hips grinding against his hand.

"You still mad about earlier?" Drake asked and took another pull.

"Kind of," Nicki muttered and gasped as his fingers slipped back inside her. "You should uh-understand why I didn't want to tell you." The air outside was thick and humid, the only sound to accompany Nicki's quiet whimpers being the soft sirens in the distance and the cicadas that gossiped to one another.

Nicki's face nuzzled into the crook of Drake's neck as she bounced on his fingers. Feeling someone's touch on her skin, and have it bring her actual pleasure was a rare thing. It had been so long and Nicki was high off the weed and him. Her hands ran up and down his body as she began to kiss his neck. In the moment she wasn't angry, she didn't feel hurt, finally she didn't feel so lonely.