Chapter 5

The knock on her door made her lose her concentration on what she was working on, looking at the time on her laptop. 11:47 am.  She clumsily stood up from the living room floor and made her way to the door.  She opened it just enough to see who was on the other side.  Drake pushed the door open and got in without even waiting for her to tell him.  She closed the door and as soon as she turned she felt his lips on hers.

”What the fuck?!” she pushed him away and he laughed.

"What? I can’t kiss you now?” he smirked

”No, you can’t.  And what the fuck are you doing here this early?! I think we agreed on meeting at 6 pm?” he ignored her question and looked around her apartment.  There were books all over the living room floor, an empty cup  of coffee next to the laptop and her notebook and pen next to it. He turned and saw her glaring at him.  Big glasses on her eyes, no make up and hair up in a very messy bun.  She was still wearing her hello kitty pajama and  he couldn’t help to smile, she looked cute.

"Drake, my eyes are up here” her voice broke him out of his trance ”I asked you a question”

”Oh yeah, um, well basketball practice was suspended so I thought we could meet earlier and work on some stuff.  Also…” his hand went to his back pocket and took out something  ”this came yesterday" he handed her a paper.

Test results.  She unfolded the paper and read it.  He saw her furrow her eyebrows slightly and bite the corner of her mouth which made her dimples show a little.  He had always loved her dimples, they were so deep.

"Good.  Everything seems to be ok.  Drake, I’m sorry but I would really appreciate if you come back later.  I’m kinda busy working on something" she pointed at the books.

"I can see that.  What are you doing?” he sat down on the couch and she rolled her eyes before sitting on her usual spot in front of her laptop in the floor. He wasn’t planning on leaving.

"One of your extra projects.  This professor really hates you, he gave you one of the hardest projects of the course"  she resumed her reading and started typing on her laptop.  10 minutes passed before he spoke.

"You should take a break from that and pay attention to your visitor"

”Do you wanna pass this class?” she didn’t even look at him “Then let me work"

"Come on Nicki"

"I thought I told not to call me that”

”You said you didn’t want me to call you Nicki while we were having sex and stuff, we are not having sex right now, although it wouldn’t be a bad idea" he chuckled when she threw him her notebook.

"Nicki, come on" she ignored him and kept her eyes fixed on the book she was reading “Nicki….Niiiiicki..Onika!"

She kept reading, putting the pen behind her ear and readjusting her glasses.  She hadn’t changed.  Ever since they were in high school she had always been able to concentrate on her tasks, blocking out the rest of the world, even him.  He chuckled at the memory and decided to figure out exactly how much she still was the same girl from back then.  Sliding from the couch he sat right behind her, bringing his face closer to her neck, letting his lips rest on it.  He felt her shiver and smiled.  Same weak spot.

"Drake… stop" she tried to push his head away.

"Let’s work on your project, it’s way more interesting than mine anyways" his lips were still close to her neck and he placed another kiss on it, she shivered again before closing the book and standing up.

"You want me to take a break? Fine.  Let’s work on this questions I have to ask you for my project then” he groaned

"No…not the questions again!" he stood up and sat down back on the couch, she followed  "Can I ask you questions too?" she just looked at him “I mean I need to do research so I can give you my side of things"

"Fine… my turn.  First question…” she took a minute to think “Size"

“Of what?”

“Your…”

"My what?" he smirked at her

"Your… you know… that” she motioned towards his lap.

"Ohh that! Oh I don’t know, I don’t really measure it. But…." he stood up and started to unbuckle his belt.

"What are you doing?” she asked almost in a whisper with wide eyes.

"Why don’t you see for yourself?"  he pulled his pants down letting them fall to the ground.  He saw her look straight at his boxer covered manhood and smirked.  His eyes never left her face while he slowly pulled his boxers down.  Her eyes went wider, if that was possible, and she turned all shades of pink causing him to chuckle. She started to write something on her notebook and he noticed her hands shaking a little.  "Don’t you need a measurement tape or something?”

"No" she cleared her throat “Pull your pants up Drake” her eyes were glued to her notebook.  She heard him zip his pants and buckle his belt.

”A’ight, my turn.  Bra size?"  she glared at him

"None of your fucking business"

"Big, ok got it"  he smiled at her.

She kept asking him generic questions, answering some of his every once in a while when she considered them necessary and objective.  She would lie if she said she wasn’t having fun.  He always had the ability of making her smile for the stupidest things.

"Can you get me something to drink?”

"Get it yourself playboy, you ain’t got no slave”  she started picking up the books from the floor and placing them on the small book shelf.   He stared at her for a while before walking to the kitchen and finding something to drink.

She finished putting the books away, saved the document she still had opened on her laptop and searched her backpack for her binder.   She had so many things to do.  Between hers, some other guy she was helping pass and Drake’s work, she had enough to keep her busy a couple of days.

"What are you doing?" she turned around when she heard his voice

"Thinking about all this work I have to do" she untied her hair and ran her fingers through it to untangle it “It’s too damn much"

"You look stressed" he came closer and ran his own fingers through her hair

"I am" she said sincerely

"Then stop working for today, let’s go out to eat something"

"Drake I…" he cut her off.

"It’s not a date Nicki, let’s just say it’s part of….. your project"

"I haven’t showered yet"

"Then go shower then, I’ll wait for you right here"

"I have to wash my hair, it’s gonna take a while"

"Stop trying to find an excuse Nicki, I’ll wait for you"  she groaned and walked towards her room,  grabbing her towel before entering the bathroom and closing the door.


The shower was relaxing.  The water was at the right temperature, allowing her to free her mind for a little while. She grabbed the bottle of shampoo, poured some on her hand and began to wash her hair, closing her eyes to prevent getting shampoo in them. She started to hum a random song, moving her hips slightly to her mental beat. She stopped when she felt hands on her bare waist and turned around violently, losing her balance in the process. The hands held her tight by her waist, keeping her in place and preventing her from falling.  She tensed up, the familiar touch made her relax for a little bit, until it dawned on her exactly whose hands where holding her. Drake.

”The fuck?!?" her eyes were still closed “Drake what are you doing here?! Get the fuck out!" she managed to open her eyes.

He was still holding her, both hands on each side of her naked body, eyes traveling up and down her body.  He turned her around, her back connecting with his fully clothed chest. His lips found her weak spot on her neck, making her whimper.  She bit her bottom lip to prevent any other sound to escape her mouth.  She could feel him behind her, he still had his jeans and shirt on, which were probably getting wet.

"Drake…" it came out more like a whisper.

"Shh.." his lips close to her ear “Let me help you relax" His left hand moved to her breast, caressing it softly making her close her eyes and whimper again.

Why was she letting him do this?  Her mind was urging her to stop him, to push him away.   But it felt so good, so right.  His lips kept kissing her neck while his hand kept playing with her breast.  She tilted her head back, letting it rest on his shoulder but before she could get used to this position he turned her around. Her eyes looking straight at his.  He backed her up to the wall and used one  hand to lift her leg up, placing it around his waist.  His other hand pressed against the wall.  She looked down and saw her naked lower half connected to his fully clothed one.  Her eyes found his again and he moved his face closer to hers, lips meeting in a slow kiss.  She moved her hips lightly against his, making him groan against her lips.

Deepening the kiss, he felt Nicki’s hands on his back, under his shirt. Her nails sometimes digging a bit into his skin. His hips pressed against hers again. He broke the kiss and latched onto her neck, his teeth tugging on her soft skin every so often. His right hand fell from the wall and made contact with her left thigh. Dragging his fingers up her inner thigh, he felt Nicki’s muscles tense and he let go of her neck to look at her.

This was the first time he saw nervousness in her eyes. He knew she was unsure if she should go on with this. But her kiss told him different. Her kiss told him she wanted him. Or just wanted something, needed something at that moment.

His hand kept inching upward until he reached his destined spot.  Nicki broke the kiss to bite down on her bottom lip, letting her head fall backward until it hit the shower wall. She whimpered softly, his hand still working against her.

His lips attacked her neck with hungry kisses, a few times managing to sink his teeth into her skin, making her whimper again. She held onto him tighter, her knees becoming weaker the longer he continued his torture. She used the leg around him to  pull him by his hips so he’d move in closer to her. He immediately gripped her thigh, holding her leg close to him as he quickened the pace of his hand.

Nicki let the back of her head hit the wall again, her hand tangling in Drake’s hair and pulling roughly on it as her hips bucked toward him. “Drake,” she moaned softly, her breathing beginning to get heavier. He let go of her leg to slip his hand behind her head and pull it from the wall, crashing his lips against hers in a fiery kiss, his other hand never slowing down.

Nicki felt that feeling of pleasure rising up in her body and she dug her nails into his shoulders, causing him to stiffen a little. Within the matter of a few moments, Nicki broke the kiss, taking a deep breath of air, but instead of exhaled she moaned in pleasure as Drake brought her to the edge, making her tumble over into pure bliss. His hand stopped moving and rested on her waist, keeping her in place.

"Dra…" he cut her off.

"Shh….just write about it"