Page 55 of Healing Conviction
“Nora, you don’t have to—” She enveloped his cock and swallowed the head at the back of her throat. “Motherfucker.”
“This is ridiculous, I feel like I’m talking to a wall,” Snake whined. “Ah, there you are, now I can see you, Draco.”
“Shit.Snake, what the fuck, man?” Drake’s hand shoved her all the way down his thick length, nearly making her gag if she hadn’t been prepared.
“I figured I’d video chat you. I don’t think we could hear each other well before and I wanted to touch all the bases before you get to your rest stop for the night. So how close are you?”
“Pretty goddamn fucking close, Snake. You didn’t need to fucking video—”
“Good, let me know when you guys get there. I know you’re driving but I wanted to show you this before we got off.”
“I think that’s gonna happen on my end sooner than you think.”
Knowing Snake was one enthusiastic head bob away sent a thrill of excitement through her veins. Even if Drake let her stop, she wasn’t sure she wanted to. Who in the underworld would’ve figured her for having a voyeurism kink? She went back to milking his cock, pumping him up and down with the naughty goal to make Drake feel so much pleasure it’d be obvious to Snake.
“Um… I’m sorry, Draco, I don’t think I understand. What do you mean by you’ll be getting off soone—”
“Nothing.” Drake leaned forward and did something above her head. “Finally, he’s gone. Thank fuck.” He collapsed back down in the seat and gripped her nape before thrusting down her throat. “And just in time. I’m coming, Pix.”
Right when he moaned her nickname, shots of cum painted the back of her throat. She swallowed greedily, enjoying the way he unraveled under her touch. He pulsed inside her mouth until every hard-as-brick muscle under her fingers was relaxed.
When he let up on the pressure on the back of her neck, he pulled her up slowly, hissing while she sucked down the remnants of his pleasure as she rose. He popped free from her mouth, and she immediately looked at the phone now ringing on the dashboard with Snake’s name on the screen.
“You hung up on him?” Nora giggled before looking back at Drake. The emotion brimming in his eyes stole her breath.
“Fuck yeah, I hung up on him, Pix. From now on, no one else knows how good at head you are. That’s for me and me alone, got it?” He gave her a stern look while he tucked himself back into his jeans.
Nora bit her lip and fought back the dueling need to flee or abandon her insecurities instead. She gave him the cheekiest grin she could muster and leaned back to return to her seat.
“No, come here, baby.” Drake wrapped his hand around her nape again and dragged her in for a kiss. She diverted her lips quickly away from his, kissing him on the cheek instead.
When she jolted back, she couldn’t stand seeing the look of hurt he now wore.
“I, uh, need to get some water, is all.”
He nodded once, his lips a grim line. “Alright, Pix, whatever you need.”
Slightly thrown off by his defeated tone, she took a sip of water from the bottle on the floorboard. When she glanced at him again, his focus had already returned to the road and his center console was raising again, reinforcing the sudden emotional barrier between them with a physical one.
Deciding not to look too much further into it, afraid of the answers she’d find, she kissed him on the cheek again and righted her dress before sitting in her seat. Once she’d settled, she grinned at him, but he didn’t face her.
“So, um… you think I give good road head, huh?”
He snorted and swiped down his face. “Can’t say I have much—or any—road head experience, Pix. But yeah, I’d say you give pretty fucking great road head.”
“Aw, I was your first? How cute.”
He huffed out a laugh. “Nothing like losing your road head virginity and winning a bet at the same time. Maybe in the next wager I’ll bet a kiss from you, too.”
His smile was soft, and it was her turn to laugh, but all she could manage was a tinny and hollow chuckle as it left her chest.
The air in the cabin grew thick as silence rested between them. They drove for a few more silent minutes on the dark road, where her mind wandered and worried about whether she’d ruined everything. Again.
He wanted to kiss her, but didn’t he know that kisses are all or nothing? If the guy didn’t matter, then none of it did.
But something in her gut and chest— oh, and the cathartic AF orgasm—told her Drake was different. If she wasn’t careful, he’d consume her like an inferno, burning up everything she’d worked so hard to build.
She was terrified his kiss would be the catalyst.