CHAPTER TWO

CHAPTER TWO 

"Do you want me to fuck you this bad?" He continued while I shook in ways I didn't expect myself to. I buried my eyes into his dreamy ones. 

I gulped. 

"I..." I started before his tongue found my breast. 

"Ahhh..." I gasped and gritted my teeth together as moans flew out of my mouth. 

He was slurrily teasing my breast, not licking, not sucking, but there's this... "ahhh...." My hands went into his full hair immediately. Gripping the silk-like hair with precision. 

I arched forward but he pressed me down on my stomach, caressing my stomach as if trying to control my heartbeat that had gone down to settle with the butterflies in my stomach. 

Not a butterfly but whatever he did to my stomach worked because, it slowed, following the rhythm he created...

" Ahhh..." I squeezed. Then I felt his tongue on my neck, I began to feel the traces everywhere on my skin, his hands everywhere, my skin flamed, burned, my eyes, they were closed tight drunk from pleasure, I felt his hands in between my thighs and I churned in deep pleasure. 

This much pleasure, mother enjoyed alone by herself? 

"Tell me, what do you want me to do for you?" His voice was eerily level. It didn't feel like a favor; it felt like a warning. If he touched me, actually touched me...I wondered which of my senses would be the first to go numb.

I swallowed. My hands reaching to touch him, to memorize each of his features and tattoo him into my memory. His eyes burned with need, with lust that I must've fed him. 

"I want you to fuck me," I rasped. He went still, his gaze boring into mine. "Better than you fuck my mother."

He didn't hesitate. He let out a low, rough sound as his mouth crashed against mine. His hands were everywhere, bruising my hips, hauling me against him, his fingers digging into my curves as if he intended to leave marks that would never fade. His hands grabbed and gripped my butt cheeks, squeezing hard. 

"You're soft." He whispered, "Too soft..." 

I hugged him, then kissed his neck. 

That's when I felt his length, larger than... I opened my mouth but no words came out, my eyes tore out hot tears. Tears of pleasure, of what I've always wanted, to feel his length tearing through my walls, expanding, screeching and making me lose my senses forever. If I was drowned by him because of pleasures, then I'd gladly walk into hell, burn forever with no care for the world if it crashed or burned. 

"Don't worry, it will fit into your small hole if you're worried about this now." He whispered as he stopped half way, not moving but I was dying, to fill his entire length, he kissed me. I kissed him back but my butt throbbed, my empress was crying for more. 

It was breathing, thanking me for finally giving it what it always wanted. 

I jolted awake, the silence of the room vibrating along with the pull of heat under my skin.  I fumbled for the switch, squinting as the light cut through the dark. 

My breath came in ragged, shallow stabs while I sat there, waiting for my pulse to stop drumming in my ears. I didn't want to look. I already knew. When I finally lifted the fabric, the sight made my stomach drop.

"Fuck!"

Not again. Not another another wet dream. I gripped my hair, knuckles white, biting back a yell that tasted like copper and frustration. I forced myself upright, legs heavy, and dragged my shadow toward the closet to find a clean set of sheets.

Then afterwards, I walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the cold water running out of the showerhead, sending shivers down my spine. 

I leaned my forehead against the tiles, biting my lip until I tasted salt. God, I really just dreamed about him. Not just a dream, but a haunting one, the kind where you can still feel the weight of his hands hours later.

I closed my eyes, and he was right there again. The way he looked at me, like he was taking me apart piece by piece. I could almost feel his tongue, his dreamy eyes,  the specific, agonizing pressure of it that knew exactly how to...

My hands drifted down my body, tracing the path he’d taken in the dark. My breath hitched, coming out in ragged, uneven bursts as I reached for my empress and I started to shake again. 

It was wetter than it'd ever been before. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed after myself before I gave away and collapsed to the floor because of the rush of the pleasure that followed my release. 

I let the cold floor seep into my butt cheeks. I need it to stay sane for a moment. 

My fingers ran through my hair, water still running, I scooped some water in my palms and began to clean up my empress. 

I came out of the bathroom and lay naked on the bed till the next day. 

"Hey..." I heard whispers near my ear before I felt a large hands palming my cheeks softly.

 "Wake up, don't you have lectures this morning?" I heard again before my eyes fluttered open and he was staring into my face. 

A little smile. 

I bolted upright, the sheets pooling around my waist before I remembered I’d gone to bed in nothing at all. His gaze swept over me, clinical and fast. 

"Get up and wash. Your mother’s patience is going to snap if you're late again," he said, his tone so casual you’d think he hadn't just seen every inch of me, the flush on my chest, the sleep-warmed skin of my neck, the way the cold air hit my bare breasts. I didn't even reach for the covers; I just let him look

He stood up, looking at me like I wasn't... I bit my lower lips, "I will drop you off today." He said and turned to leave. 

Anger surged in my chest, hot and Bitter. The door slammed shut, the heavy thud announcing his departure and leaving me gritting my teeth in the silence.

I’m not attractive to him. Is that it? The thought stung more than I wanted to admit.

I threw on my clothes and headed out, but I didn't even make it to the driveway before the teasing started.

"Of course—the dutiful daughter, right on time," Drake drawled. He was leaning against the car in his biker gear, his helmet tucked under one arm. A sharp, mocking smirk pulled at one corner of his mouth.

"Shut up," I snapped, brushing past him.

Drake followed me out, his movements effortless. By the time I reached the car, he was already leaning over the roof, his fingers tapping a restless rhythm against the metal. I couldn't help but notice his sleeves rolled back, exposing the heavy veins in his forearms and the strength in his hands. With his hair slicked back and that effortless, knowing smile, he looked entirely too comfortable while my head was still spinning.

He was smiling towards my mother who was infront of him. 

"I will be back early from work today," he said. 

My mother leaned into his chest, her fingers toyed with the buttons of his shirt. "You’d better. I’ve got something on the stove for us that you won't want to miss."

In response, Thomas’s arm hooked around her waist, hauling her flush against him. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder, his lips trailing hot, messy paths up her neck while she let out a bright, airy giggle.

"Thomas, stop!" She swatted at his shoulder, though she arched into his touch. "The kids are right here. We’re in the driveway."

"They have eyes," he rumbled into her skin, his grip tightening. "Let them look."

Beside me, Drake shifted, his leather jacket creaking. "He’s obsessed," he muttered, a low, knowing chuckle vibrating in his chest. "Can’t even let her breathe for five minutes without cozying up."

"I told you to—"

The rest of my sentence caught in my throat. Thomas had looked up. The softness he’d just given my mother was still lingering in his expression, but as his eyes landed on mine, they sharpened. He didn't blink. He just stared, his gaze heavy and intrusive, like he was reaching through my ribs to grab my heart.

My breath hitched, and the air in my lungs suddenly felt too thin to swallow.