Finding the Magic (Tom Kelly's Boys Book 1) (14 page)

Chapter 22

I smiled at myself for feeling like I wanted to attack him, and Drake noticed. He used a finger to tilt my chin up.

"Whatchu smilin' about?"

"You," I said. "You make me feel like a crazy person."

"Thank God," he said, relieved he wasn't the only one.

I had been looking at his jaw and mouth, and when he said it, my gaze shifted to meet his eyes. We stared at each other for a few seconds before we erupted into a sudden explosion of sexual energy. We sparked like two live wires being touched together. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pressed a hot kiss on my mouth, and I instantly opened my mouth to him, encouraging him to get inside me in any way possible.

"Shit Addie," he said, breaking the kiss and pushing me back by the shoulders. I took pleasure in the sound of his labored breathing—loved that I could affect him like this. He looked down at me like he wanted me to say something to stop him before he ate me alive.

I shook my head almost imperceptibly. "Don't stop," I said softly.

Drake smiled just briefly, but I barely noticed it because the very next instant, we were tumbling to the bed.

In one nimble motion, he grabbed me and turned with me in his arms as he fell onto the bed. I landed on top of him and we immediately began kissing and letting our hands explore each other's body. Both of us were absolutely insatiable, and piece by piece, our clothing began to make its way off of our bodies.

We broke the contact to take our own pants off, and Drake dug a rubber band out of his pocket before he tossed his pants to the ground and used the rubber band to tie back his hair. He missed a piece near the front and he tucked it behind his ear as he turned to face me. He was down to his boxers, and stared at me like I had on too many clothes. My top was corset style and had to be unlaced in the back.

"I need help getting out of this thing," I said. Drake was sitting on the edge of my bed, and he motioned with a hand for me to come to him. "Come stand up right here," he said.

I got up and walked around to the other side of the bed. I positioned myself in front of him, offering him a view of my back so he could help me with the laces. I had on a black satin top with ruffles on the neck and chest and cap sleeves. The shirt was made to be worn with the corset piece, which fit over the top of it perfectly. I felt Drake tug on the laces, but he stopped right away.

"Wait a second, let me see you in this thing," he said. He took me by the arm and turned me around. I'd been wearing the same shirt all night, but I guess it looked different to him now that I had the shorts off. "Addie, I want to rip these clothes off of you without even using the laces. I think I could do it too," he said. He looked closely at the seams of my shirt as if judging their strength.

"Do it," I said. I grabbed his forearms and gave an excited shake. "I've dreamed about having you again. I really want to be with you, Drake. Please, for crying out loud, rip my clothes off already."

He looked at me with a serious expression and gave a little shake of the head. "No."

I sighed dramatically.

"I'm gonna make you hold out till you're desperate enough to beg."

I let out a little laugh. "Oh that's no problem. I'm already that desperate."

"Beg, then." He looked down at me with those endless stormy blue eyes, and I had no problem whatsoever showing him a glimpse of how badly I wanted him.

My expression was serious and searching as I studied his face. "Drake," I said, weakly. I let my eyes meet his, and continued speaking in a strained, desperate tone. "I need you. I can barely muster up the strength to keep my hands off of your body." I reached out and tentatively pointed at him. "I want to see what it feels like to touch your side, right there where it goes in—" Drake reached down and touched his own ribs. "Yeah, right there," I said, "I want to touch you right there, and then I want to continue in that manner, touching every available surface. I've thought about you every day since the last time we saw each other, and I honestly thought I would never get to have you again." I looked up at him through my lashes and bit my lower lip. When I spoke again, my voice was still vulnerable. "I am shockingly desperate for you," I said, "—crazy with it. Please, Drake.
Please
take my shirt off."

The spark of something dangerous flashed in his eyes, and I knew it was about to get scandalous. "Why are you in such a hurry, Kitten?" he asked, running a finger along my jaw.

"Because I told you, I'm desperate for you. I need you."

He turned me by the waist and went to work untying my corset. He wasn't even close to gentle, and within a few seconds, the laces had been tossed aside, and the corset fell to the ground. He turned me back around and looked me over with a predatory expression, and before I knew what was happening, he gripped my shirt near the top, at my neck and literally tore it off of me. He ripped my shirt off my body like a savage beast. My savage beast.

He tossed the pieces of shirt to the floor and grabbed the sides of my panties, yanking them quickly down my legs. I went from dressed to naked within a matter of seconds, and he stared down at me. His chest rose and fell with labored breathing as he regarded me in my new clothesless state.

I wouldn't consider myself the type of girl who throws herself at guys, but that's what was called for at this moment. I sprang into his arms, giving him no other choice but to catch me. I never thought I'd do something like that, but I jumped into his arms wholeheartedly, wrapping my arms and legs around him like a monkey. He started to laugh at first, but adjusted me so I rested comfortably around his waist. I bent to kiss him, and he stood there holding me as our lips met. I held the sides of his face and opened my mouth to him over and over again with sweet, desperately repetitive kisses.

He broke away and shifted to hold me up with one arm so that he could pull off of his boxer shorts with the other. I clutched onto him tightly, helping him support my weight. He stepped out of his shorts and looked up at me.

"I've never had sex without a condom."

"Never?" I asked.

"Never."

"I'm on the pill," I said. "I have been for a long time, and I never miss a day."

That was the end of the conversation.

Drake effortlessly tossed me onto the center of the bed, and I giggled as I bounced. I laid back and he climbed on top of me. I could see the ridges of muscles in his arms, shoulders, and chest as he supported himself over me, and I ached to feel him press against me.

He smiled as his eyes roamed over my body. "When you were up on that stage, all fuckin' hunched over that piano, making it do things that normal humans can't make it do… I was looking at you up there, thinking I couldn’t wait till I had you just like this." He showed his teeth as he pushed his weight down on my hips and legs. I felt the pressure of his piece against the inside of my thigh, and I let out an accidental whimper. "You have no idea what it does to me to watch you play," he said. "I wanted to take you on that stage in front of everybody. In fact, you need to just know in your heart that I'm definitely gonna fuck you on a piano sometime, so get ready for that."

"How you feel about watching me play—" I said, "—that's how I feel about watching you, um, just watching you. You know, be alive and breathe. Looking at this—" I used my fingertips to trace his face, neck and down onto his chest. "Makes me feel all those same things you're saying."

"Well, it's a good thing we are where we are, now isn't it, Addison?"

I ran my hands down his back, pulling him toward me as I lifted my hips into him. "It's a really good thing," I said.

He positioned himself in the channel between my legs, and pushed himself into me as he rubbed up and down along my center. I wanted to come to pieces already.

"Draaaake," I said. I closed my eyes, as I swam through the haze of erotic aches that hit me over and over. Feeling him hard and heavy along my clit was just about to push me over the edge. He must have known that by the way I said his name.

"No Addison," he said, bringing me back from the brink. "Not until I'm inside you, Kitten."

"Do it nowwww, please Drake, I'm begging you."

He pushed himself inside me so gently that just the very tip crossed the barrier. I brought my hips up, encouraging him to go deeper. "So impatient," he said shaking his head.

"You're such a tease," I said.

"A tease?"

"Yes," I said with a challenging stare.

"What is it you want, then?"

"I want it all the way inside."

"Like this?" He said the words casually, but when he did, he dipped in and out of me one time fully causing me to gasp at the sensation of being so full so fast. "Is that what you want?"

"Yes." I breathed.

"This?"

He did it again.

"Yes." I whimpered.

"How about if I leave it in there?" He pushed into me fully, causing me to take a sharp intake of breath. He pushed his hips into mine, driving himself as deep as he could go. He held still while I began to writhe and squirm beneath him. I pushed my hips upward and pulled them back, riding him from the bottom. I pushed and pulled again and again, going wild for the sensation of his hard length moving in and out of me. My hips quickly found a rhythm that threatened to send me over the edge.

Drake must have sensed that I was about to lose my mind because he whispered in my ear. "Now you can come, Addie. Now that I'm inside you and I can feel it happen." He pushed down onto me harder. "Do it."

I moaned and he pushed again.

"Yes Kitten, I feel you."

I writhed and bucked underneath him as I rode waves of ecstasy. He whispered in my ear as I came, which prolonged the amazing sensation. "Good girl," he said. "That's my girl."

I had no idea how long it took me to come back to reality, but when I did, he was looking down at me. Some of his hair had fallen out of the rubber band, and was hanging over his beautiful face.

I reached up and tucked it behind his ear. "That felt really good," I said a little shyly.

"It felt really good to me too," he said, smiling. "Still does." He gave a tiny little thrust to show me what he was talking about. I smiled up at him, and without a word, I pushed him out of me, got out from underneath him, and turned around to get on my knees.

I looked back at him and smiled.

Drake had his way with me in that position before taking me over to the couch where he had me lay over the arm some funny kind of way before finding his release. I loved being bent over the arm of the couch, and told him so when we'd finished and were laying there talking to each other. He promised that was just the beginning of things I'd be bent over, and we laughed about that for a long time, naming all the things I could lean over, and ways to do it.

Drake and I ended up staying in my bedroom the remainder of the night, only emerging to get food or drinks. I felt like all was right with the world when I was with him, and it wasn't just because his hands were the ones that made the bench that made me into a performer again. It wasn't the bench that made me love him—that was just icing on the cake.

The next morning, I went into the living room to find Steven Richie sitting in a recliner. He was staring at his phone, but looked at me when I opened the door.

"What are you doing here?" I asked. I tugged at the hem of my shirt, wondering if it was long enough to cover me.

"The hole's gone," he said. He said it like it was the most shocking bit of news ever. "It's not just gone, it's like professionally fuckin' gone. It's been filled in with whatever the wall's made out of. It's totally gone. I couldn’t even tell where the fuckin' thing was."

"That had to be taken care of," Drake said, coming out of the bedroom behind me.

"Oh shit, he's here?" Steven asked, holding his fist over his mouth and shifting his weight excitedly.

"I'm sure you agree that it's weird to watch us through the wall now that we know each other," Drake said.

He followed me to the kitchen where I poured us each a glass of orange juice.

"Yeah, I mean, I wasn't gonna fuckin' look through it or shit like that, I just thought it was weird that it was filled with the same shit as the wall. That one time Addie did it, it was just full of sand and coffee." Drake looked at me curiously, but didn't ask. He just stared at Steven.

"It looks professionally filled because it was. I know a lot of professionals."

"Is that why they call you Drake the Dreaded?"

"No. They call me that because I caught a guy spying at me through a fence one time and I gauged his eyes out with my thumbs."

"Are you fuckin' serious, dude?"

Drake laughed. "No, but don't fuckin' test me,
dude
. I don't want you looking at me. That's just weird. If you wanted to hang out with me, you should have just come over to ask like Addie did."

Steven's eyes got huge. "Would you have let me?"

Drake smiled at him. "No, but now that you come with Addie, I guess I'm sort of stuck with you."