Chapter Four
Drake
Stepping out into the early morning air, I rub my face. I’m completely fucking done for the night. I’ve had about enough of this shit for one night and I have to be back in less hours then I care to fucking count. Nodding my head at the two prospects on guard duty at the door, I pull out a smoke and light it. Making my way towards the carpark, I take a deep breath and exhale slowly, watching the white smoke float away.
I hear someone shout, “Fuck!” before what sounds like a low groan off to my right. Snapping my eyes to the side of the carpark that’s lined with buildings, I see a man caging a woman in. It’s obvious she doesn’t want to be there.
Fucken hell, I’m too tired for this shit tonight.
I make my way towards them and as I get closer, I hear the woman call out, “I said get the fuck off me!” right before she brings her knee up and slams him square in the balls. I wince knowing that shit would have hurt. A low growl slides up my throat when he raises his hand and smacks her across the face. I’m close enough now to see her eyes glass over. I can’t help thinking that any minute now, I’m gonna have to deal with a crying drunk chick and fuck if I was in the fucking mood for this shit tonight. After a few seconds, a look crosses her face and instead of breaking down, she brings her leg up and jams the heel of her boot into his nuts again.
“Piece of shit,” she spits out.
I’m fucking gobsmacked. Instead of breaking down, she harnessed all her emotion into one I know so well – Anger.’ That right there should have been my first clue to stay the fuck away from her. I should have turned and walked the fuck away, gone back inside. Instead, I find myself asking if she needs a lift. Staring at me, she takes in my cut before flicking her eyes towards my bike. Sliding the tip of her luscious pink tongue across her bottom lip causes my gut to cramp at the motion. I grit my teeth to prevent a groan slipping from my throat. When her eyes turn back to mine, she nods before making her way towards my Harley. As she passes, I hiss out a breath when I inhale her delicious vanilla smell. When I look back to the piece of shit still laying on the ground holding his balls in his hands, I chuckle. I knew he was a pussy. Any man who puts his hands on a woman is a gutless little bitch.
“You’re lucky she got to you first.” I speak menacingly quiet. “L, if that’s your name, stay the fuck away from her. Consider yourself warned.” I make it clear, I know who the fuck he is.
I whistle to get the prospects attention, call them over and tell them to deal with this piece of shit. Looking towards my bike, I grind my teeth together, wondering how fucking painful this is gonna be to ride with her wrapped around me while the scent of vanilla fills my nose. Fuck she looks good on my bike, and that bloody latex outfit mixed with her smooth skin scattered with ink is not helping the situation one little bit.
As I make my way towards her, the streetlamp bounces off her whiskey brown hair, reminding me of the scotch I was drinking earlier. My semi hard cock punches against the zipper of my pants when I wonder just how sinful she would taste. Or, how she would look riding my hard cock as I spanked her ass for wearing something like this to begin with. Fuck, I know the party was called 7 deadly Sins, but how the fuck can she have me wanting to sin in every fucking way possible just by wearing that outfit? To have her pretty little mouth taking my cock to the back of her throat while those dark eyes stare up at me, begging for more.
Running a hand roughly through my hair then, down the side of my face, I try to erase the images playing on a loop through my head before my semi turns hard as fucking steel.
Fuck, she hasn’t said a damn word to me and she already has me wanting everything she has to offer.
“Where to?” I try to control the gruffness in my voice.
“If you could drop me at the ferry dock that would be great, thanks,” she breathes out in a smooth smoky breath.
Fuck, it’s a voice I could get drunk on. Not trusting my voice to answer, I nod and hand her my helmet. I’m surprised to see she knows how to fasten it. I glance at my watch, it’s quarter to two in the morning.
“Doesn’t the last ferry leave at midnight?”
“Ah, shit,” her face falls. “I forgot.” She starts to take off the helmet, but I put my hand out to stop her and she freezes instantly.
“It’s all good, just tell me where to go?” I realise I’ve been instinctively rubbing the side of her face with my thumb, feeling the smoothest skin I have ever felt.
Fuck, get it together. Dropping my hand, I shove both into my pockets and wait for her to answer.
“I can get a cab.” She eyes the cab pick-up area across the street.
“Just tell me,” I don’t mean to snap. I’m exhausted and a little pissed at the thought of her having to pay to go home in a cab when I can take her. A possessiveness I have never felt before slices through me at the thought of the cab driver seeing her in this outfit. Looking back to her eyes, I notice the hard edge to them before she speaks.
“With a fucking tone like that, I don’t fucking think so.” She climbs off my bike and slams my helmet into my chest.
“Oooff, what the fuck?” I’m completely fucking stunned. No-one has ever spoken to me like that before. If they did, they wouldn’t make it two feet, let alone the ten she’s covered. “Hey, Lemon Drop,” I call out. She swings around. She’s pissed. Storming back to me, she points a finger into my chest and pushes. I’m too fucking big for her to make much of an impression. I look down in amusement as her nail digs in.
“What the fuck did you just call me?” she hisses and looks me dead in the eyes.
Even though she barely reaches as high as my chest, this chick has balls. Every second her eyes shoot daggers my way, the more I fucking want her.
“I said, get your ass on the bike."
“No, you called me Lemon Drop, what the hell does that even mean?"
Not bothering to answer, I jam the helmet on her head. She angrily bats my hands away and I chuckle as she fastens it herself.
“What's your name, anyways?" Her eyes are riveted to me.
“Mercy.”
She rolls her dark eyes in disgust. “I meant your real name. I’m pretty sure your parents didn’t name you Mercy at birth.”
“If you get your ass on the bike and tell me where you live, I’ll consider telling you."
She huffs out another breath before throwing her leg over the bike, folds her arms across her chest and gives up the address.
“It’s Drake," I answer as I climb on.
Turning around slightly, I grab her hips and slide her forward so her body is flush against mine. I grit my teeth as the hard on I was fighting hits full force, to the point of pain.
“Fuck," I mumble.
“Everything okay, Drake?”
I lock my eyes with her dark orbs. She's fighting back a smile, knowing full well what she's doing to me. I grunt in response. Turning back around, I start up the bike. As the pipes rumble and echo around us, her hands rest lightly on my waist. Grabbing them, I wrap them around my stomach and her tits push into my back.
“By the way, my name is Harlow," she murmurs seductively into my ear in a voice as smooth as silk. I can't stop the low growl crawling out of my throat as her warm breath runs down my neck. Even her name drips fucking sin. I don't know what the fuck is happening right now, but seriously, fuck me with this shit because when I get her to where she wants to go, she’ll be lucky to walk away free.
***
By the time I pull into the kerb in front of what I presume is her place about half an hour later, my cock is as hard as stone and all I want to do is wrap her pussy around it to soothe the ache in my balls. Pushing her hands against my shoulders, she climbs off. After turning my bike off, I wait for her to hand me the helmet before I get off and stretch my legs, re-adjusting my cock.
“What are you doing?” she asks a little breathlessly.
“Walking you to your door." Placing my hand at her lower back, I begin to guide her up the path towards the brick townhouse.
“Thanks for the lift, it’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time."
Sadness coats her words but before I can ask if she’s okay, she speaks again.
“Do you want to come in for coffee or something?" She smiles shyly and kicks the toe of her boot against the front step.
Well I’ll be fucking damned. I was right when I called her a Lemon Drop. I chuckle.
“What's so funny?"
“I was right when I called you, Lemon drop."
“Shit, I’d forgotten about it. Why did you call me that?" She turns to face me after she opens the front door and I notice a dim glow through the house.
“Because, on the outside you’re sour with sass, but if you lick a little longer and reach the centre, you’re sweet and soft."
A puzzled look crosses her face before a mischievous smile curves her plump lips.
“You haven't licked anything yet," she winks.
“Oh, I plan to lick, suck, bite until you're screaming my name, Babe, but first you need to know I don't date. I don’t do all flowers and shit so, if you want me, this is it, Babe. Take it or leave it. I probably won't even call you tomorrow.”
I run a single finger down her temple, across her cheek and across her bottom lip before pulling back and dropping my hand to my side.
“Who said I wanted you to call me?” She licks her lips and hums as she begins pulling me inside by the shirt.
“Right fucking answer,” I growl. Gripping her around the waist, I crush my mouth against hers, taking what I want. When I lift her off the ground, she wraps her legs tight around my waist and I feel the heat of her pussy through the thick denim of my jeans. Gripping her ass with one hand, I squeeze and grab layers of her rich whiskey coloured hair in a fist at the top off her head. She groans into the kiss before she pulls back panting, arching her neck. Gripping a bit harder, I pull her head back further, exposing her slender neck even more. I slide my mouth down her neck, grazing my teeth as I go and moan as the taste of vanilla coats my tongue.
“Fuck, Babe." I slam us both into the entry wall.
“Don’t stop,” she says on a smoky whisper, skyrocketing my need for her.
“Not on your fucking life," I grit out.
Leaning back a little, I let the wall take her weight. Bringing my hand up, I rip down the front of her dress, exposing her pierced nipples. Her phone tumbles onto the carpeted floor.
“Fuck," I grunt.
I latch onto the first nipple and she arches her back, pushing her tit further into my mouth. Moving to the other one, I give it the same treatment. Whimpers leave her sexy mouth as I run my teeth around the metal ring.
“You like that?”
Before she can answer, I grip the ring with my teeth and give it a light tug.
“Fuck," she groans while tightening her legs around my waist.
She circles her still covered pussy over the front of my jeans. Gritting my teeth against the need to come, I reach down with both hands and rip the remaining part of her dress clean off.
I watch as she lifts her hands and starts pulling on the piercings, growling at the sight. Without giving her any warning, I grab the sides of her panties, ripping them so they fall to the floor with her dress. Moving my hands to her ass again, I squeeze. Tearing the fishnet stocking down the middle, I pull them from her body. She slides her hands down my chest before running them up my cut to my shoulders. Normally I wouldn't let anyone touch my cut, but I'm curious to see what she’ll do.
Locking my eyes with hers, I watch them soften as she slowly peels the cut down my arms. She folds it neatly and bending to one side a little, places it on a side table I didn't know was there. The way she treats it so reverently makes me realise, she knows what it means to me. After a moment, the softness disappears from her eyes and is replaced with fire. She rips my shirt over my head before lowering her hands to my belt and snapping it open. Closing my eyes, I savor the feel of her soft hand as it wraps around my hard cock. I hiss and snap my eyes open when I feel her teeth on my collarbone.
“You still with me?" she purrs.
Releasing my grip on one ass cheek, I grab a condom from my pocket. Bringing it to my teeth, I rip the packet open. Harlow takes it from me and with one hand still steadily stroking my cock, she smears leaking pre-cum around the tip. I groan, letting my head roll back on my shoulders. She lowers her other hand and rolls the condom on before twisting her fingers into my hair, tugging a little on the ends. She rubs the head of my cock against her clit. Her breathing picks up and arching her back at the sensation, she rubs her tits against my bare chest. I'm done with this teasing bullshit.
“Fuck, Harlow, ride me, Babe." I groan when the tip of my cock runs over her clit again.
Grabbing her ass and pulling her lower half forward until the back of her shoulders rest against the wall, I bury my face in her gorgeous tits. On the next down motion, I push forward, she rocks down and takes me inside her tight fucking pussy.
“Shit. Shit. Shit" I grit out between clenched teeth as she starts to move against me.
I grip her harder and know she’ll have bruises on her ass tomorrow, but fuck, if it isn't the best fucking feeling in the world. The possessive feeling from before grips me at the thought of her having marks left by me.
“Oh God,” she gasps.
“Fuck that, Babe. Say my fucking name when I’m deep inside you.” I grunt and push the rest of the way inside, feeling her pussy walls tense around me.
“Drake, fuck," she calls out before slamming her mouth against mine.
Lifting my hand to her hair, I grip a handful and take control. My tongue slides across hers, tasting every whimper as they escape her throat. Moving her head to the side, I devour every inch of her mouth, taking what's mine as I slam into her over and over, feeling her pussy clench, tightening around my cock each time I pull back. Pulling my mouth away from hers, I slide my tongue across the jawline to her ear before nipping the lobe, making her hiss. She meets me thrust for thrust, and I suck the lobe into my mouth to soothe the sting.
“You have a greedy pussy, Babe," I growl into her ear.
Her breaths are short pants and sweat soaks our skin.
“Fuck," she spits out. The heel of her boots dig into my ass, pushing me deeper.
“Drake!” she screams out.
I feel her warm cum all over my cock and opening my mouth, I latch onto her collarbone and bite down. An electric current charges down my back. My balls draw up and I explode inside her. All the while, running through my head is the fact she is never getting free from me now.
Yep, I’m fucked. I never asked for this. I never wanted this. But now that I have it, I’m never letting her go. Yep, I’m definitely fucked.