LOVE/INFATUATION

The look Eniola gave Sarah could have shriveled ducks from a mile away. She moved closer to Sarah, and her voice lowered to an angry hiss.
" You are joking, right?"
“I have signed the contract Enny, I seriously can't believe myself either and the last thing I want is a bunch of paparazzi mucking up around me. "
Eniola sips her glass of wine slowly with a look that says speechless
" Are you really not going to say something?"
"That's a potential way to say you are getting married, and the Drake I know is never going to put a ring on any woman ."Well, that explained the growly bear act. Eniola put on her most charming smile. “Congrats, love. Let's just drink for now ,hun?”
“You can't let me get drunk, I have to go to the hospital very early tomorrow.”
“Now, that would be a shame. I’d have to drink all by myself and wouldn’t find it fun?” Eniola’s smile remained easy despite the menace she was throwing down. “I’d hate to see you drink alone, I will just have a glass or two.”
Sarah’s glare got colder.
“Congratulations on the job, though. I’d love to see you make money.”
“You’re not to ask me for money or to spend on you .”
“Too bad. I’ll settle myself on my own."
They both laughed as they clicked their glass of wine.
"I told you, I’m fucking fine. Leave me alone.” Sarah shouted as she staggered to get up " I need to use the restroom."
" I will go with you." Eniola got up quickly trying to follow Sarah who tried so hard to keep balance
" Nooo , I don't need your help, just keep drinking." Sarah grinned before she left
"What are you doing here Drake ?" Sarah asked him dreamily trying to keep her balance at the same time looking at the young man in front of her in disbelief.She was too shock that she had forgotten to shut the door behind her , totally unaware of two men walking behind her.
" I believe I am in the right place."
Sarah suppressed the thoughts that statement led to. She wasn't going to get aroused in a fucking exclusive restroom in a club house , the most affluent part of town. Especially when she was mad at Drake . "Don't try to distract me.You need to leave right now.
“Not yet, but I’m hoping to make some progress.”Drake said as he walked towards her ,he had to come up with something, quick. Something to distract the two reporters secretly heading toward them before they made it any closer.He grabbed her and hauled her down against him, pressing her mouth against his.
She gave a startled little squeak of surprise as their mouths touched, but then went silent. He felt her body stiffen against his, but Drake imagined that was just the shock of his sudden kiss .
So Drake continued to kiss Sarah's’s firm, awkward mouth. He pressed soft little kisses against her lips, sucking lightly at the lower one to encourage her to open up. Her mouth softened under his, and he touched his tongue to the seam of her mouth to see how she’d respond to that.
And to his surprise, she opened up for him, and her hesitant tongue touched his own.
Suddenly, the kiss changed from being a disguise to being a kiss for its own sake. Drake dragged his hand through her hair, pinning her against him, and began to deepen the kiss, sweeping his tongue into her mouth to see how she’d react to that. She shivered against him, but she didn’t pull away, and he felt his cock grow hard in response. Her tongue touched his again, a hesitant, shy caress, and he stroked it with his own tongue, coaxing her to continue. Those tiny, awkward touches from her were doing more for his dick than the last ten girls he’d fucked.
When she made that soft sound in her throat as he tongued her again? He nearly fucking lost control. With a groan of his own, Drake rolled their bodies on the wall, and then Sarah was underneath him, her back on the wall, and he was pressing her down onto thewall . His knee moved instinctively between hers, and he felt her shift against him; all the while her lips clung to his and her tongue continued to sweetly brush and flick against his own.
He wanted to touch her everywhere. To drag her back to his room, strip her out of her clothing, and run his tongue all over her skin, until she was making more of those soft noises in her throat. He missed how she sound like when he put his mouth on her pussy, He couldn’t wait to find out again.
Her hand strayed to the waist of his trouser, testing him, and immediately, his hand covered hers, stopping her.
" I will see you tomorrow." Drake said when he was sure they were now alone , he walked out then shut the door .
That evening, when Drake went back to his room, he turned on the shower, undressed, and climbed in so he could jerk off.
His cock was as hard as a rock after his little thing with Sarah. So it hadn’t gone so great in the beginning. That didn’t matter. What was important was he could hold himself back, if he hasn't , drunk Sarah will never forgive him if she became sober the next day . Good god, that kiss.
He couldn’t get it out of his mind: the soft, dazed expression she’d had as he’d dipped his tongue into her mouth, the feel of her long, slim body pressed against him, the way she’d licked her wet, swollen lips and made them gum to her waist.
Goddamn. He squirted a handful of conditioner into his palm and began to work his cock, one hand braced against the wall. It didn’t matter that she’d told him that she wouldn’t sleep with someone if she didn’t love him. She’d come around to seeing things his way. And in the meantime, there were kisses and more dates to be had.His cock gave an aching throb as he continued to stroke his conditioner-greased palm up and down his length. Sarah was drunk, and she was shy, but she was also eager. He’d seen the way she’d licked her lips and then looked back up at him. She’d wanted to keep going. He’d let her make all the first moves, of course, but until then, he had his hand.
And so he pictured Sarah in a variety of ways. Up against the wall of the shower with him, clinging to his back as he drove into her. Under him on the bed, tall shoes making her impossibly long legs even longer. Sarah's tonguing his cock with those wet, wet lips. Sarah’s mouth nibbling on his sac—
He shot his load in record time. But it didn’t help. When he went to bed that night, he was still semi-hard just thinking about her.
Sarah might be dazed with the flush of infatuation, but Drake was a jaded piece of shit. He didn’t feel love . What he was feeling for her right now? Drake was infatuated. Insta-fucking-infatuation . Who’d have thought that he’d be one to get all sappy over a chick the moment he saw her? And he felt glad she was drunk , by tomorrow she will probably remember just a bit of what happened.