“Do you know what you’re doing to me when you do that?” he asked.
“Drake?”
“It’s getting harder, Grace.”
He pressed his rock hard cock against her stomach, and she moaned, pressing her head to his.
They took a deep breath, and slowly, they withdrew. Drake took her hand, and they grabbed a couple of sodas for themselves.
Together, they walked out into the yard, and Grace leaned against Drake’s arm, watching the men of the Dirty Fuckers, wondering if she was losing her mind by wanting to be with him. She saw that Cora was dancing with James. The tension between Grace and Drake were mounting, and she only hoped they didn’t lose each other in the process.
Chapter Eight
Two weeks later
Drake sat down beside Grace as she had almost passed out on their running trail. It was seven at night, and the sun was setting.
“I feel like I’m going to throw up. Please tell me my ass looks a little smaller.” She rolled over, pushing her ass out.
He laughed, slapping her ass, and rubbing the sore spot.
“I’m too tired to hurt you back.” She rested her head against her arms, and he heard her breathing deeply. “Why did I want to do this?”
“I don’t know. You’re the one that was convinced your ass is huge. I could inspect.” He ran his hand over her ass, feeling her softness. His cock pressed against the front of his shorts, and he didn’t even try to hide it.
“Drake?” She released a moan, and he moved in close.
Grace turned her head to look at him.
“I’m seeing where there’s too much fat? I like this, baby. I can’t see where there’s any fat.” He gave her ass a squeeze, and she pressed her ass against his hand.
“We need to stop.”
He moved his hand to the top of her thigh, moving up and down. She opened her thighs a little wider, and he couldn’t resist. He slipped his finger against her pussy, teasing her.
She gasped and lifted herself up, giving him better access to her pussy. Cupping her completely, he felt how wet she was.
Grace moved, turning, and her gaze was on his. Her cheeks flushed. In the distance they heard the rustling of the trees. Taking her hand, he placed it over his bulging cock. “That’s what you do to me, babe.”
“This will change us.”
“You’ve felt this change coming for some time now. You felt it long before the night of the party. This is how it’s supposed to be between us.” He cupped her cheek, sliding his fingers down to her neck, over her collarbone. The shorts were loose, and he pressed his thumb against her cunt, feeling the lips of her sex spread. She squeezed his cock, running her fingers up and down his shaft. “I’ve been wandering what it would be like to fuck you, Grace, to spread you out, and take you so fucking hard that you’re screaming my name.” Staring at her lips, he saw that she was biting her bottom lip. He wanted to bite that lip, to suck it between his teeth, and hear her moaning his name as she came from his fingers deep inside her. “Don’t fight it.”
Leaning in, he claimed her lips, running his tongue across her bruised flesh, sliding inside her mouth. She moaned, opening up to him. She rubbed her pussy against his hands, begging him with her body for more.
Moving his hand up, he pushed into her shorts, touching her through her panties, which were damp. The scent of her pussy teased his nostrils, and he wanted to taste her. This was not the place for him to lick her, but soon, he would.
He couldn’t wait another second and so he ran his fingers through her creamy slit.
“Baby, you’re soaking wet,” he said.
“Drake? I’m scared.”
“Don’t be scared. There’s no reason to be scared. I’m here. Do you want me to stop?” He’d stop if she wanted him to, and if she couldn’t stand for him to actually touch her.
“We’re friends.”
“We can be more.”