Strawberry Sweet

.To Stay Away, or Not To Stay Away.

🍓Chapter Seventeen: To Stay Away, or Not To Stay Away🍓

🍓Strawberry Sweet 🍓

I lift my shirt up just below my bust and lay down on my stomach.

"Do I really have to do this? I said I was sorry" Drake whines.

"Yes you do, and you actually haven't apologized" I point out. Not that I can remember anyway.

"I like the sass, but I hate when it's directed towards me" Drake huffs out. "And I'm sorry" he mumbles.

"Less talking more massaging" I demand. His hands come in contact with my bare back and he applies pressure. I close my eyes letting his touch send shocks down my spine and awaken every last one of my nerves.

"You have such a small back, how am I supposed to do this?" He asks dubiously.

"Mm... just like that" I moan out breathlessly. I feel his touch stiffen at my words and a smirk dances across my features.

He applies more pressure within minutes instilling pleasure, relaxation, and dare I say arousal into me.

"D-don't stop, oh god damn... Ouu, Drake!" I gasp, deciding to tease him.

"S-stop, Nichole! You make it sound like we're fucking." Drake demands. His hands trail up my back with pressure. He stops for a brief moment and I hear a lid open.

"What are you doing?" I ask him dubiously.

"Lotion" he simply replies. I can still hear him breathing rapidly, like he's trying to calm himself.

"Hurry up! It was just getting good" I whine at him placing my chin on my forearms while an evil grin plays across my lips.

"Are you doing that on purpose?" Drake asks and pulls my shirt up in the back even more to apply the...

"Shit that's cold!" I gasp as he rubs in the cold lotion onto my back.
He rubs, and applies more pressure, massaging the arch of my back. I notice when his hands slow down that I feel breath on the back of my neck.

"What are you doing?" I ask him.

"I'm fighting the urge to rip off your clothes right now" he says huskily letting his finger tips trail down my back to stop at the waist band of my shorts leaving a wake of goosebumps in their path.

"What's wrong with you? You didn't act like this before" I ask annoyed.

"Because, I don't care what your brother thinks anymore, I'm done playing nice" he whispers bending over me and side swiping my white hair to kiss at the nape of my neck.

He straddles my butt and puts his hands on my hips as he leaves -no doubt- bruises on my neck. I grip at the carpet.

"Drake" I whisper out, not really sure why I called his name out but I feel him stiffen at his name on my tongue.

My only experience with boys had been with my ex-boyfriend Chaz, and that was just kisses and holding hands from time to time. Of course he had gotten a lot further with other girls which had resulted in our break up.

"You're so fucking beautiful, Nichole" when he says my name it just sounds so... so right. He pulls away from me for a brief moment to flip me over so that I am on my back and he is on top of me.

I don't know why I hadn't paid attention to his words earlier, but they soon come flooding back into my mind, finally processing. He leans down and trails light, feathery kisses on my jawline and down to the nape of my neck.

"Drake?" I call out. The shocks of pleasure running through my body make it hard to think.

"Hmm?" He hums into my neck.

"What did you mean by you don't care what my brother thinks anymore?" I ask.

He sighs and sits up from his current position and I turn to lay on my back and look him in the eyes. "Look, I..." he runs a hand through his hair the way he does when he is frustrated. "Your brother told me to stay away from you... but I just... I can't."

At his words my eyes widen. Does that mean he likes me?

Of course not, stupid. He would never.

Damn... my inner voice is harsh today.

"Every time I try it's like you tease me. With the way you blush when I'm I tell you dirty things, or how you walk, with that extra sway in your hips... I just, I can't fucking stay away from you" he groans.

"I'm... I'm sorry" I choke out. What else's am a I supposed to say?

"I don't know... maybe I should stay away" he gets up from me slightly.

But I dont want him to. Something tells me that ill regret this, but all I want is to have Drake close to me. All I want is for Drake to keep kissing me, and holding me.

I give into my dirtiest thoughts and cut off his mumbling by
pulling him back down to me by his hoodie.

"I don't think so" I smirk and for a second we just stare into each others eyes. I can't help but feel mesmerized by his green orbs. Their so pretty and I've never seen anything like them. He breaks eye contact by looking down at my lips. He bites his own bottom lip and looks back up into my eyes.

Ever so slowly, like a cheetah stalking its prey, he leans down closing the few centimeter gap between our lips and presses his to mine ever so lightly.

As our lips begin to move in sync I slowly untangle my hand from its grasp around his hoodie and place my arms around his neck to tangle my fingers in his dark luscious locks. Sure Drake had sucked on my neck before, leaving behind love bites... although this time, with his lips on mine... it's all so... different. It's erotic and gentle at the same time. Like the perfect place in fall where summer and winter meet.

Just like where our lips meet with a passion and lust, that's only explained in the deepest of poetry's and the softest of songs. This is the kiss that I would one day come to realize changed my way of seeing Drake forever.

He uses one of his hands to enclose around my waist and he lifts me up by the small of my back and sets me on his lap.

His free hand slowly trails down my side and creeps its way up under my sweater leaving tingles on my skin behind his touch.