Rocked by Him (22 page)

So many questions littered my mind. Why was he here? Why hadn't he acknowledged me at the show? Was that song really about me?

He wiped them all from my mind. His hands ran down from the small of my back, gripping my bottom, squeezing it hard enough to hurt even as he ground his hips into mine.

All that forced time apart had built something up in both of us, and it appeared that neither of us had found a release for all that.

Until that moment, anyway.

His hands explored my body
as though for the first time, squeezing and touching me in all the places I missed his fingers the most.

I slipped my hand between our bodies and squeezed the front of his pants. He groaned deep in his throat, and he hardened instantly at my touch. Without my consent, my fingers began pulling his belt out, then working on the button and zipper.

One nagging question wouldn't leave my mind, though. And even the heat building low in my body couldn't make me forget it.

With much reluctance, I parted our lips. His eyes searched mine for the meaning of this, and his hands stilled.

I glanced up at the camera staring at us. It had a little red light that looked so much like an evil eye.

Understanding me, still no words passing between us, he stooped and picked up my jacket. He hung it over the camera, stretching up to reach it. I caught a glimpse of the smooth skin on his back when his jacket and shirt lifted.

Then I had my hands on him again, wrapping my arms around him from behind. I kissed his neck, letting his stubble prickle my lips and enjoying it all the same.

I let my hands go lower and lower, gliding down his stomach, feeling his abs. There was something so hot about wondering if there was a security guard watching that camera feed, desperate to know what was going on beyond the blackness that he'd just glimpsed the start of.

I pursed my lips and blew lightly on Drake's ear. To my great pleasure, the skin on his neck and shoulders burst into goosebumps. I pulled his earlobe between my lips and nibbled on it.

All the while, my hands kept going down his body. They finished what I'd started before, undoing his pants. I pushed my fingers down past the elastic of his briefs, my heart pounding as I got closer and closer...

His manhood felt hot, hard, and thick in my hands. I pulled it out of its cloth prison and stroked it. Drake's hips began thrusting against my grip, and I squeezed him.

I couldn't remember if he'd gotten this hard our first and only time. I couldn't remember if I'd gotten so slick. Even just the pressure of keeping my thighs together gave me a heady lightness laced my tingles up through my body.

I recalled that night of ours with relish, every last detail of it. I remembered what he'd done for me, and how good it made me feel. I wanted him to feel good, too.

So I turned him around and pushed him into the corner. I kept one hand on his member, stroking his length while I kissed his neck. He shrugged off his jacket, and I helped him pull of his shirt.

We were right under the security camera, and I wondered if it could see any of this. The thought of it made me even hotter.

Then I let my lips move down his body, the tip of my tongue stopping to toy with a nipple for a few moments before sliding down between his abs.

His shaft throbbed in my hand. I breathed down onto it, and Drake groaned. He grabbed at the railing on either side of him for support.

He met my eyes as I let my slightly parted lips caress the side of his manhood, moving slow as I could manage toward the end.

When I took him in my mouth, he closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head to the wall. I went slowly again, letting my tongue tickle the ridges, enjoying the salty taste he had.

I held my lips in a tight seal around his girth and pushed my mouth as far down his length as I could manage. Just feeling him pulsing so hot against my tongue almost made me climax. I'd almost forgotten how amazing it felt to make someone else feel good.

I trailed my lips up and down his member, picking up the saliva I left behind with my fingers so that I could stroke him at the same time.

My body panged with the need to once more feel him inside, but I didn't want to stop pleasing him. He made such sexy moans, and his mouth opened slightly when he panted, trying to keep control of himself.

"Come here," Drake said finally, releasing his white-knuckle grip on the rail to guide me back. His manhood glistened with my saliva.

On my feet again, we kissed. Then his hands became the busy ones, hastily undoing my jeans and pushing them down, then lifting my shirt off and undoing my bra.

I'd never before made love in a public place. I knew the elevator hardly counted, seeing as with the camera covered up there was no way for anyone to see us. And with it stopped between floors, no way for anyone to catch us in the act.

But it still felt like something I shouldn't be doing, and that just made it hotter.

Drake practically attacked my newly-naked body with his mouth. His lips moved down my neck, down between my breasts. His breath felt warm and wet on my flesh, and made me tingle.

I grabbed his head, my fingers weaving through his hair, when he sucked on my nipple. He bit down ever so slightly on it, and I sucked in a sharp breath at the sensation.

Then his hand slipped up between my legs. This time there was no teasing, no drawn-out foreplay. With both knew what we wanted.

His fingers found my sex sopping with my need for him. He massaged me there, his fingertips electric against my flesh.

His mouth slid down to my stomach, leaving a hot trail of flushed flesh behind. He got to just below my navel, his lips undulating against me. That close to my most sensitive parts, his actions left me tingling. I could only describe the sensation as a sensual, sexual tickle.

Even as he stood back up to kiss me some more, this all felt like some wonderful dream.

His manhood slipped between my legs, the top of it parting my lips. I shivered at the friction.

"It's not, is it?" I said when he pulled back for air.

"Not what?" he replied.

"This isn't a dream?"

Drake brushed away some stray strands of hair that had fallen across my cheeks, and his eyes searched mine.

"No, it's not a dream, Jenn," he said.

I believed him. If it were a dream, I would have woken up by now. You couldn't feel anything so intense in a dream without waking.

"Oh!" I said.

Drake knelt down for a moment, slipping his arms behind my knees. He lifted me up, the back of my knees cradled in the crooks of his elbows. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders for support. He held my weight with ease. My back pressed against the corner of the elevator, the stainless walls cold to the touch.

"I missed you so much..." I said, taking the chance to attack his face and neck with some of my own kisses.

Then I felt him against my sopping wetness, his rigid member testing my tightness. My arms clenched around his shoulders as he entered me. We both hissed and groaned at the sensation of him parting my slick walls.

Then words had no place between us. There
were only our two bodies, and the satisfying feeling of him thrusting deep into me. He picked up the pace quickly, and went hard enough that the elevator shook and whined.

It felt so right, so good. Once more, we were of a single body, both our minds focused only on the feelings of being so close to the other.

We kissed again, and this time I sucked his bottom lip in and bit down on it. He groaned at it, and I felt him grow harder inside me.

How could he be so impossibly hard? It was incredible.
That, and the heat of him.

We both reached our tipping points together. My walls clenched down around him, the energy of my climax building low in my body, just waiting for sweet release.

Drake didn't slow down. No, he went faster, harder. He was relentless. He swelled inside me.

I cried out when my climax seized me, my sex clamping down around him, imprisoning his member within me.

Drake rammed himself all the way in, forcing his way through my clenching walls. His body strained, the muscles standing out in his neck and shoulders.

His manhood jerked, and I felt the warmth of his seed deep within me. It jerked again, and again, each time making me cry out. I wanted more of it. I wanted all of it. I wanted all of him.

It got so intense that I couldn't breathe for a few moments. My eyes opened and closed, but the view didn't change. Constant starbursts of color filled it.

When the energies flooding my body escaped, they left all my muscles trembling. If Drake hadn't been holding me, I would have fallen to the floor. My arms could barely work up the strength to continue holding his shoulders. I rested my forehead against one of those strong shoulders, panting, trying to catch my breath.

Even after finishing, Drake remained rock hard inside me. I could feel his pulse through his member.

I never wanted to part from him, but knew that I would have to at some point. The outside world would come crashing in, our physical needs requiring attention, that sort of thing.

He set me down when he began softening within me. Sweat glistened on both our bodies. His skin was red around his shoulders and neck where I'd been holding him so strongly.

My shaking legs barely held me up. His grip had left red
finger shaped marks on my thighs. I felt somehow deeply relaxed and intensely sore at the same time. Even Drake took a few moments leaning against the elevator to catch his breath.

And despite all that, a stirring desire to have him again grew inside me. Even though I knew neither of us could take it right then. Besides, we needed to get out of that elevator!

Gathering our clothes, we dressed quickly. I did my best to straighten out my hair.

"Ready?" Drake said. He ran his fingers through his hair. The flush to his face and neck added some heat to that desire in me, but I resisted the urge.

"Yeah," I said, tugging at the bottom of my tee, making it try to sit right. In his passion to take it off me, he'd stretched it and now it didn't fit quite right anymore.

Reaching up, Drake grabbed my jacket and handed it to me. The camera stared down at us with its unblinking lens. That little red light on it still glowed.

I tried to behave like nothing happened, clasping my hands in front of me and staring with a bored expression at the screen displaying the elevator's progress. Drake leaned against the wall. He turned off the manual stop and the elevator resumed its climb.

I held my breath when the ding sounded. The door slid open in front of me, revealing an empty hall. I'd been dreading coming face to face with one of my neighbors. They'd see us both standing there, sweaty, hair plastered down, our clothes in disarray.

I put the thoughts from my mind. What did it matter? Drake was back in my life!

Daring t
he camera to take footage of it, I grabbed Drake's hand and led him out. We got to my apartment and we settled on the couch after I flicked on a couple lights.

***

"So what happened?" I said.

I wanted to snuggle in against Drake's body, but kept myself on the other side of the couch. The ache of our loving still infused my bones and muscles, but now that that was over I really needed some answers.

"I saw you at the concert, and I couldn't believe it," he began, "At first, I was mad. Really angry. It hurt so much to leave you, and seeing you reopened that wound. Then it just got to the point where I couldn't take it anymore, the hurt I mean. So I had to call the show... Then I told the bouncers to keep you away. I didn't think I could take speaking to you again."

I nodded. It had hurt a lot for me, too. But I'd managed the hurt with my hope. That hurt still existed inside me, and I soothed it with the knowledge that Drake was back now, and this time I didn't intend to lose him again.

He continued, "But then I couldn't stop thinking about the song, and the last words in it. I wrote it to try to cleanse and heal myself, to get rid of those feelings. But the words kept coming back to me. I just knew, deep inside, that I needed to find you again, no matter how much it hurt..."

"And that's when you decided to follow me?" I said. He'd gone over this part in the elevator.

This time, he nodded.

"I need you in my life, Jenn. More than I thought. You make me a better person."

I thought of how empty I'd felt these last few months, how hollow and incomplete I'd been. Drake had gone through the same thing, I saw.

It was my turn now. I reached out for his hand and he accepted. His skin felt hot and dry against mine, and I let myself examine his strong and graceful fingers.

"I was trying so hard to quit you, to get past you," I said, "Just after it happened, I went down to your place and found you gone. And that hurt so much. I thought I hated you, for a while there. But you never really left my thoughts. I followed the band online..." I smiled, "I even know the words to most of your songs! Then I heard Remembering You over the radio yesterday and I thought... I thought..."