Redemption | A Drake Duology (2016)

F & D • 6 • Work For It

Aubrey

          My eyes roamed Roman's body as she tangled her legs around the pole. I stood directly in front of her getting the view that I wanted without getting in her way. Her moves were slow, sensual and precise—I was in awe on top of being in disbelief that it was actually her standing in front of me. I wanted to touch her but I withheld my urges. I didn't want to make things awkward.

She lowered back down to the floor teasing the hell of out me. Her ass pushed against my front as she caught her balance. I was brick underneath my jeans, in no time and she didn't stop there. She gyrated and wound her hips against me forcing my hand to press down at the arch in her back. I was losing control. I hadn't had good sex since the night she left. Even some of women that I kept around from past encounters weren't good anymore. It took a lot of effort to excite me and when I finally got there, an orgasm was nearly impossible to achieve. Yet, I'm here with Roman, ready to explode and she isn't even naked.

"How do you do this to me?" I groaned through clenched teeth watching her ass draw circles around my erection. I would burst through my zipper at any moment. The smirk on her face was devious. She knew exactly what she was doing.

I held my composure long enough to back away and sit down. I patted my lap for her to sit and she did, facing me. Her arms draped around my neck. My hands rested on her ass getting a firm grip on it before letting go. My fingers grazed her middle as I tried to adjust myself to keep the pressure off. She was dripping with excitement and only got wetter as we sat admiring each other in silence.

"You're wet for me already and I've barely touched you," I smirked gripping her ass again. I didn't want nor did I imagine our first time seeing each other again being like this. It was supposed to be awkward. For hours we'd sit across the room from each other trying to figure out if a hug was too much to give as a casual greeting. We were supposed to argue about her being gone and starting a new relationship but here we were—the complete opposite. When you factor in a little alcohol, anything can happen and since I stopped drinking, my tolerance had gotten really low.

"He's not fucking you right," I said looking between us at what could be if she unbuttoned this bodysuit.

"He's actually really good," She shrugged. "There are just certain things I like that no one but you can do,"

I leaned forward running my tongue along the outline of my name on her neck. I sucked on the spot gently listening to her moan quietly in my ear. She gripped my shoulder attempting to push me away as her body began to tremble. I pulled back and smirked.

"Like make you cum without touching you?" I taunted teasing her about the mini orgasm she just experienced. "I know your body better than any nigga ever will. I don't care who you're with or how far you go. This..." I groped her wherever I could. "Will always belong to me. Understood?"

She nodded slowly closing the space between us. "Understood,"

She continued her dance until she was too tired to move anymore. We'd been here way over an hour. I was supposed to be out mingling and enjoying the company that came out to celebrate but it could wait. I didn't want to be anywhere else but right where I was. Roman grabbed her phone checking the time then looked over at me and smiled.

"Consider this your gift, birthday boy,"

"Come here," I stroked my beard watching her walk back over to me. "How lucky can this birthday boy get?" I smirked wrapping my arms around her waist as she stood in front of me.