Chapter 56

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Drake


All the beer and weed I consumed this evening ain't enough to cloud my judgement as I look up at Shay, watching in a confusing as hell mixture of lust, shock and awe as she removes her top.

Then she unbuttons her jeans. Pushes them down her long legs. Steps out of them and kicks them aside, along with her boots.

Her bra is next to go.

And then, her panties.

I swallow hard, unsure what the fuck is going through her head and completely torn over what's going through mine. I want her, fuck I want her. But not like this. Surely not like this. It has to be some kinda test or trick.

And clearly, she's fucked up. Far more fucked up than I am. I gotta be the responsible party in this shit, as much as I'm enjoying the view in front of me.

"Shay, you're drunk..." I hold both hands up, palms facing her as she resumes her position between my parted thighs, her hands sliding through my hair like they belong there. A rush of unavoidable heat zips through me, and I can't pretend I ain't enjoying feeling her there and seeing her naked. I never thought I'd get this close to her again. I trail my eyes up and down her body slowly, just for a long moment, allowing my half-drunk ass to enjoy the show before it inevitably stops.

"Cell phone on the table where I can see it." She speaks clearly, right against my ear, as she runs her hands through my hair and down towards my neck. I bite my lips in between my teeth and nod my head slowly as I pick up my phone off the bed and toss it towards the desk. I ain't even gonna attempt to fight her on her perfectly reasonable request.

"This is happening because I'm tipsy and horny, no other reason, you got that?" She straightens her spine, glaring down at me as I lean back on my elbows, powerlessly nodding my head. I don't wanna say anything that might piss her off, not in this moment. And let's face it, I'm transfixed. She has me and she knows it. 

"Good." She takes a step back then nudges my knees together with hers, allowing her to kneel down on the bed with her thighs on either side of mine, and shit if I ain't hard as a rock at the sight. "I'm in charge, I call the shots, I get off first."

"Yes, ma'am." I manage to grit out as she lowers her body over mine. In a natural reaction, I reach for her hips, but she slaps my hands away, shaking her head and flashing me a wicked grin.

"What did I just say, Daniels?" She scolds softly, leaning down into me and tilting her head. "I call the shots. You don't touch me until I tell you to."

I nod my head again, unable to speak.

But fuck, what was I literally just thinking? Like ten god damn seconds ago!? I'm not as drunk as she is! I gotta control this, I gotta stop this. As much as I don't want to.

"Shay, you're gonna regret this." I force out the sensible words, my voice low and hoarse from how much my words are betraying my body's desires. "I don't think -"

"You're right." She interrupts me with authority, digging her nails into my shoulders a little. "You don't think. Leave that shit to me. And right now, I think I wanna fuck." 

My eyes widen and I keep quiet as I feel her full lips brush against the skin beneath my ear. It gives me chills, and my hard on is seriously threatening to rip through the stitching of my sweats now, in search of what it wants. Right. Fucking. There. Stradling me. 

Keeping my hands off of her in this moment is probably the hardest thing I've ever done. 

"I'm gonna move off of you, just long enough for you to ditch these clothes, understand?" She purrs into my ear. I nod my head again, somehow knowing I shouldn't talk again. She's in charge, I don't talk unless she allows it. 

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"Good boy." She murmurs with a wicked grin as she pulls away from me, getting to her feet. My stomach flips from the withdrawal of her body against mine, so I waste no time undressing, eager to get her back.

Clothes discarded, I settle back down on the bed and look up at her. I'm utterly enchanted by her confidence, standing there in front of me naked as the day she was born. But she knows what she's working with. She's hot as fuck. No one will ever compare. Never.

Not to me, anyway. 

In a moment of unwanted drunken emotion, I break the rules by speaking. 

"You're so fucking gorgeous." I drawl, my eyes raking over her, taking it all in. It's probably the last time I'm ever gonna see her like this, so why not get my fill?

I think I see something waver in her hard, confident demeanor. But in the next second it's gone, and she's back to bossing me. 

"Shut the fuck up, and get on your feet." She commands, and I obey instantly. My height advantage should turn the tables, but for whatever reason it doesn't. We both know she's still in control, even with me standing in front of her looking down on her. She cranes her neck to look up at me, and she licks her lips before speaking again. 

"You have no idea how many times I wanted to fuck you in this bed." She whispers, narrowing her eyes on mine. 

She has no idea how many times I wanted the exact same thing. 

"It's happening tonight, then it'll never happen again." Her voice is low, and I nod in agreement, even though it kills me a little. I want it to happen again. Over and over and over again. All the god damn time. I wanna tell her that, I wanna let her know that this whole fucked up situation is Alisha's fault, not mine. And above all else, I wanna let her know that hopefully I'm gonna get this shit resolved real soon, with Dash and Jonah's help. 

Hopefully. 

But I can't say any of that, so I just nod and will my heart beat to chill the fuck out as she closes the distance between us while sliding her arms around my neck. She doesn't say anything, I haven't been verbally granted permission to touch her, but I just know. It's natural. We fit together like jigsaw pieces, and she knows it as well as I do. 

So, I finally touch her. I pick her up by the thighs and our lips brush as she wraps her legs around my waist. It feels intense, and maybe if we were both sober this would be too much. Too much unspoken shit, too much emotion, too many feelings zipping between us that we can't quite vocalise because of that motherfucking sex tape. 

So we both keep quiet, and she allows me to take the lead as I turn and lower her onto my bed, settling myself between her parted legs as I do. We haven't kissed, but our mouths are close enough that our rapid breaths are mingling together. The temperature in my room has sky rocketed in the past ten minutes, and it's only gonna get hotter. That's just what happens when Shay's wrapped around me where she belongs. 

I press my hips into hers, my rock hard dick nudging at her already wet entrance, seeking permission. It's on the tip of my tongue to ask her if she's sure. If she wants me to put on a condom. If she wants foreplay first. If she wants me to get on my god damn knees and worship her the way I'm supposed to. 

But I just know. I have no idea how, but I can tell. She wants to fuck, that's it. It's all she wants tonight, because anything more would be too much, and somehow not enough at the same time. 

So without further ado, I push into her and bury my face against her neck as she gasps loudly from the sudden intrusion. Being inside her has gotta be the closest I'll ever get to heaven on earth, and I can't believe I'm in this situation again so soon after what happened. 

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