S U M M E R
"Thanks." A sweet smile graces my lips as Drake pecks my hair. "Anything for you, sweetheart." He whispers.
He is a total keeper.
"Shall we get started?"
I run up to the duffel bag a choose from all the delicious goodies. We have got Oreos, Galaxy, KitKat, Kinder Bueno, Kinder, Snickers, Twix, Hershey kisses... the list goes on and on.
I pick Bueno - my favorite - and sit on the bed waiting for him to join. Drake brings his laptop from his desk and comes to me. I pick a random chocolate and hand it to him, "Thanks."
"So who is your famous person?" I ask making myself comfortable and resting my back at the headboard.
"That's why your here, darling. Or did you have something else in your mind?" Drake grins.
"I had something else in mind but totally different from what is in yours, dirty boy." He chortles as I give him a pointed look. "And that would be?" He questions further.
I tell him to come closer with my finger, my mouth nears his ear and I whisper, "Isn't obvious to you yet?" I lightly giggle, "For the free food you promised." The smile he has never falters, he shakes his head lightly.
In his turn he comes to my ear and whispers in a deeply husky voice, "I don't believe that and don't worry the desert won't disappoint." He places a lingering kiss behind my ear.
Breath. Breath, Summer. Just breath.
He totally snaps out of the seductive sense and becomes neutral, "Shall we get started?" I simply nod not trusting my voice and completely shocked at his control of his emotions.
"How do you do that?" I ask him frowning.
"Do what?"
"Your control over the emotions. Be seductive a few seconds ago and now be totally normal?" I answer.
"Sweetheart, you should know when it comes to you I can't control anything." He leans forward and kisses my cheek, "And it's you who has the control over me. I just want to get the work done fast and hang out with you." His lips dance down from my cheek to the corner of mine.
"Sweetheart, you just don't know how you mess me up inside." Then he connects our lips, kissing me softly and gently. Pouring his thoughts and emotions through it.
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After full 45 minutes later, we come down to:
1. Alfred Hitchcock
2. Angela Davis
3. Chris Rock
"Who is it gonna be?" I ask him.
"Homer Simpson." I laugh out loud. I did not expect that.
"What's so funny? He is a famous person right?" He inquires me cocking his perfect thick eyebrow.
"I mean yeah, but he is a cartoon character." I speak whilst laughing.
"Well, the teacher didn't put any exceptions so Homer it is." Drake declares.
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"'Just because I don't care doesn't mean I don't understand.'
'Doughnuts. Is there anything they can't do?'
'You know, boys, a nuclear reactor is a lot like a woman. You just have to read the manual and press the right buttons.'" Drake is practicing the presentation in front of me.
"So not true." I interrupt him.
"Don't look at me, he's the one who said not mine." He chuckles.
He continues, "'But Marge, what if we chose the wrong religion? Each week we just make God madder and madder.' That will do for the time being." Drake comes to sit with me on his bed.
"This is going to be hilarious, I wish I could be there." The only class we have together is Math.
"Me too. I would have loved to hear that gorgeous laugh of yours fill up the whole class room." I blush and playfully smack him on the shoulder to which he laughs.
Drake sets the laptop beside him, "So why did you chose Oprah?" He asks.
"Because she is a very strong and very inspiring person for everyone and me. The things and obstacles she got through... did you know she was raped by her uncle and was pregnant at 13. She is... really... she is a fighter and I guess I want to be a fighter too. She is a female role model." I talk emotionally eating Oreos now.
"So why did you chose Homer?" I ask him.
"Because he is one hell of a funny guy and I loved watching The Simpsons." Drake takes the last piece of Oreo from my hand and eats it. "Hey!"
"That was the last piece!" I send him dagger sharp glares. I am fuming right now. Nobody eats my Oreo. Not without my permission.
"I couldn't resist." He chuckles like it's nothing.
I take the duffel bag to my side completely and not plan to share the whole damn food.
"Oh c'mon." Drake pleads.
"You shouldn't have done that."
Drake gives me his puppy eyes and pouts his lip, "I'm sorry."
I shake my head not accepting the apology. He comes closer to me but I get off the bed. "I'm sorry, I won't ever do that again." He apologizes again.
"Nope." I grin looking and enjoying his reaction.
"You sure 'bout that?" The pout and the puppy eyes disappear, a mischievous smirk replaces them. My grin morphs to a thin line.
What the hell will he do?
He gets up from the bed and in one long stride he stands in front of me, his hands securely on my waist, his face inches away from mine, his smirk only multiplying, "Now where do you thing you were going?" His mint breath fans my face.
"I... I... ummm," I stutter.
"Aha," He waits for my answer.
"I was... you know its all your fault." I accuse him.
"My fault?" He tilts his head slightly. I nod.
"You shouldn't have eaten my Oreo." I speak.
"But I did so what are you gonna do bout it?" He muses, his lips lightly brushing against mine. The duffel bag I had slips out of my hold and lands on the floor. He slowly walks forward pushing me backwards in the process and stops as my back hits a cold wall. His hands on my waist start to draw circles under my jacket.
My breath hitches as I realize our closeness. I look into his dark hazel orb, he is looking at my minty ones then his gaze slips down to my lips as do mine.
He lowers his face and captures my lips with his. I kiss him back. Our lips move in a perfect pace and sync. He teases me as he nips my lower lip but to slowly caresses it with his. He sucks, bites, licks my lips as I do the same.
And idea pops in to my head as a revenge for my Oreo. I apply more force into the kiss, I feel him smirk into it.
My hands which have been locked around his neck slide down his shoulder, down to his firm chest and rest on his perfect abs. I unbutton the buttons which were left and rip it off exposing him full.
Drake roughly pushes me up against the wall again and the crash of our lips increases. He slowly starts to make his way to my jaw finally, getting to my neck. He assaults my neck full force, my nails drag along his bear back. I tilt my head to give him more access, he suck and nibbles on my sweet spot.
I let out a moan, this is not going according to my plan. It was supposed to be him moaning not the other way around.
I start to plant kisses along his neck biting a bit harder, he groans. Trailing agonizing kisses slow and seductively down to his chest. He groans again but more deeply.
Bingo.
I suddenly slip out of his hold and stand near the door.
Was I that good?
"You little-" He breaths out shaking his head. He picks up his shirt from the floor and put it on, "I will get you for that."
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"How does Rice with tomato and basil sauce sound?"
"Very good." I chirp as I sit on the kitchen stool. Drake prepares the ingredients he needs. "Can you hand me the salt please?" He asks opening the fridge.
How is he acting so casual after what happened? And where do I find the salt??
"Second cabin." He points. I get up from my sit then go to the cabin, I open it and see the salt. I try reaching for it but I can't. Suddenly, I feel a strong arms wrap around my torso. Drake nests his chin in where my neck and shoulder meet.
"You're pretty short." Drake chest rumble behind me as he laughs.
I gasp. "I am not. I have a perfect height you're just a giant. I have an average height." I respond back.
"Is that so?" Drake drags his lips to my ear shell sending shivers through out my body.
I hum because it was all I can do. "Well you see, now I don't care if I'm a giant or not 'cause your tease back there got me real good. And I can't let you walk freely after that, can I?" He starts to nibble at my ear lobe.
Oh boy.
"You know you're a good teaser, but I'm better." Is all he says before his soft lips rampage around my neck. My knees start to give out as he sucks on my sweet spot like he did before.
He smirks against my skin and continues his sweet attack leaving me to breath out moans. From all the sucking and nibbling he is doing it's defiantly going to form a love bite. He turns me around to face him, he kisses my lips with full passion and finishes off his master piece on my neck with a quick tantalizing peck.
I stand there holding his shoulder for support. A breathless mess.
"Told you I'm better." He lets out a throaty chuckle.
I am speechless standing before him. I am looking into his eyes as he has a satisfying smirk, his eyes have darkened, the smirk falls as his eyes lock on mine, "Summer, are you hungry?" He asks me in a deep rough tone.
I shake my head no.
What? I'm a hormonal teenager, you can't blame me for wanting more of him.
Not wasting any second he crashes our lips together again making the strange filling in my lower belly intensify. He brings his hands underneath my thighs and lifts me off the ground. I wrap them around his waist and pull him more closer to me.
"As much as I would like to make out on the kitchen floor and satisfy your dreams," He speaks, laughing slightly against my lip reminding me of the text. "If Val comes down it ain't gonna be a pretty sight." He rests his head on mine, "Next time, though."
I nod and start to loosen my hold around him, his hand around my thighs tighten, "Where do you think you're going?" He cocks his eyebrow.
"I thought..."
"Even if it's not safe to take you down here, it is in my room." Can his voice get even more huskier?
"Now, wrap those sexy legs of yours around me tight." He orders and walk out of the kitchen to his room kissing me along the way. This only turned me on.
He pushes the door with his back and closes it with his leg. We fall on the bed laughing - me underneath him - my legs tightly around him. He tugs in my jacket zipper a little and looks at me for permission. I comply.
But before he unzips it fully, "Summer, be my girlfriend." He whispers hovering above me.
"I will." I smile looking in those hazels. It does take him time to connect our already swollen lips with pure bliss.
I guess we are going straight for dessert.