I make reference to 2 other fics I have written with similar themes ( Under the Table and Premium Vanilla), so in this one, Riley finally gets to pay Drake back.
Riley steps on her tiptoes in the walk-in closet, trying to reach her favorite silver clutch on the top shelf. She has just enough height to grasp the corner, but as she pulls it down, several other handbags and a few other items tumble down with it, crashing loud enough to send Drake running in.
“Are you okay, babe?” He asks before assessing the damage. “Why don’t you ask me next time you need to reach the top shelf, shorty.”
“Hey! I’m not short. You’re just really tall. For that, you can help me clean up this mess.” Riley points to the disaster at her feet.
Drake bends down and starts gathering a set of cards that spilled out of its box. He picks up the box and reads it. “Kinky Cards? What are these? Are you holding out on me, Walker?”
“Those have been sitting in the closest since before we got married. It was in with all those sex toys and things the girls got me at the bachelorette party. And I don’t know about you, but I haven’t really felt the need to liven things up in that department. We’ve been pretty good together if you ask me.
You are right about that. Drake reads one of cards and then another. “Be on your partners leash for one hour? No thanks. Make your partner orgasm in less than 3 minutes? I’m pretty sure I’ve made you come in less than 2.”
A card titled ‘Pleasurable Meal” catches Riley’s eye. “Check out this one, Drake. “Give your partner a hand-job while you are having dinner at a restaurant, for at least 10 minutes in total. Does that sound a little familiar?”
“Hmm,” Drake taps his chin. “Like the time you practically begged for it by slipping your thong off and handing it to me under the table at Kiara’s estate?”
“I didn’t know you were going to start fingering me right then and there. I was just trying to get you riled up for later.”
“Keep telling yourself that, Walker.” Drake teases. “I didn’t hear any complaining out of you.”
Riley shakes her head and tries to hide a smile. “You do seem to have a thing for trying to make me come undone at the dinner table. Remember the vibrator when we were out with our friends?”
“As I remember it, you were fully on board with wearing it.”
“I was until you wouldn’t let me finish in private in the bathroom. You don’t know what its like to have to keep calm and quiet in front of everyone like that.” A devilish smile crosses Riley’s lips. “However, I think we can change that tonight. This card has your name on it.”
“What?!” Drake’s jaw drops. “It’s different. Guys make much more of a mess. I can’t do that while we’re out with friends celebrating Liam and Olivia’s engagement!”
“Is Drake Walker afraid he can’t hold out for 10 whole minutes? I thought you had more stamina than that that.”
“Oh you know I have the stamina, baby. But I also know how competitive and determined you can be…and also how skilled you are with your hands. But you know what, fine. I’ll accept the challenge.”
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Drake and Riley are seated between Liam and Hana at the restaurant. As if there was any question, Drake orders whiskey, and Riley a glass of white whine. Riley downs her first and orders a second, deciding a little more liquid courage will put her in the mood for the task at hand. Riley reaches under the table and places her hand on Drakes thigh, slowly inching it upward. Drake, engrossed in conversation with Liam, Maxwell and Olivia, completely ignores the gesture.
The server comes to deliver the salads and Riley temporarily abandons her mission. Hana tells her and the other ladies about a girl who just asked her on a date. Penelope is sad because Zeke couldn’t be there, but they are still going strong. Kiara and Maxwell look pretty cozy seated next to one another. Riley’s had suspicions for awhile that something’s going on between them, but neither will admit it.
“So what’s new in your life, Riley?” Hana asks
“Oh, nothing really…” Her thought’s are preoccupied on having to get her hand on Drake’s dick soon or she won’t have enough time to complete her mission before the main course is served, but she’s not about to say that. “Six months in and I think I’m finally getting the hang of the Royal Council and this duchess thing. I think I know more about the Cordonian government now than I ever did about US government.”
The conversation turns to council gossip, and with attention diverted, Riley decides to go full force. She grabs the bulge in Drake’s pants and he lets out startled gasp and shifts in his seat, still trying to focus on the conversation at his end of the table. He slowly starts to harden under her touch, and suddenly she feels his hand creeping under the skirt of her little black dress. She glares at him but he still doesn’t stop, running a finger over the crotch of her panties. Riley whips out her phone and texts him. “You touching me is not part of the deal, buddy.” She places it in her lap and waits for a response.
Drake waits a moment, probably trying not to be so obvious, and then texts her back with a slight smirk on this face. “You know how hard I get when I feel your wet pussy. I’m just trying to help you out here.”
Riley feels her cheeks flush and then Drake pushes her panties aside and slides a finger in, pumping it in out a few times before she pushes his hand away. “Ok, you felt it. Now unzip your pants and no more texting. 10 minutes starts now.”
Drake stealthily bring the finger to his mouth and licks his lips to taste her before he obeys her command. He trying hard make her want him and it’s working. Riley takes a small bottle of lotion from her purse, nonchalantly applying it to her hands before she slips the one closest to Drake under the napkin on his lap. She grasps the base of his cock, now fully hard and standing at attention, and easily glides her fist up and down the shaft. Not even a minute in and Drake’s trying to carry on his conversation as usual but she can hear his breaths getting faster. A bead of pre-cum spurts out as she swirls her hand around the head. He looks over at her and his eyes beg for her to slow down, so she decides to play nice – at least for a while.
Riley is lazily alternating between cupping Drake’s balls and gripping his length but she can’t help but pick up the pace before long. Drake takes a gulp of his whiskey to try and stifle a moan before grabbing his phone to text her again. “I’d much rather cum inside you than this napkin. If I admit defeat, can we sneak away and finish the job right?”
It’s only been about 5 minutes, but Riley’s not going to argue. This way she still wins without getting her hands dirty, so to speak. She also has to admit she’s pretty turned on herself and is aching to feel Drake inside her. She nods to Drake and removes her hand. After putting himself together he tells everyone he and Riley are going to get more drinks at the bar, before abruptly getting up and walking away. As Riley follows, she thinks she might see some knowing looks on her friends faces, but at this point she doesn’t really care.
Riley hooks her arm in his when she catches up. “So what’s your plan now, Mr. Walker. There’s not a whole lot of privacy here.”
“The coat check is unstaffed tonight, and there’s a door that closes. Private enough for me.”
Riley laughs. “Sounds like someone was planning ahead.”
“A man’s gotta be prepared. Especially when his wife is as hot as you.” Drake cups her ass with his hand and gives it a squeeze.
“Okay, okay, just get in there.” Riley pushes Drake through the doorway. Its not much bigger than a closet, but there’s a table in the back between the coat racks.
Drake deftly strips off Riley’s dress and panties from the top down in one fluid movement and sets her on the table facing him before making quick work of removing his own clothing. He moves between her legs and kisses her fiercely, the taste of strong whiskey and sweet wine combine as their tongues collide. He caresses he breast, thumbs grazing her nipples, and she arches into him in response, her whole body tingling in anticipation.
“Fuck me now, Drake,” Riley pleads.
“Gladly.” Drake hooks Riley’s heels over his shoulders and guides himself past her entrance, sliding in as deep as he can. “I known I said you are good with your hands, but nothing is better than this.”
Riley grips the edge of the table and she feels every inch of him as he moves with a slow and steady rhythm. Drake reaches down rubbing circles on her clit and soft moan escapes her lips. “Harder, Drake. I need more.”
Drake doesn’t protest, pounding into her and hitting her g-spot just right. She feels a warm pressure spreading through her core and then she bites down on Drake’s shoulder to stop a scream as her orgasm overtakes her, her walls pulsating around Drake’s cock.
“Yes, baby, you feel so good.” Drake pulls her against his chest and grunts as he finds his release inside her.
They only take a moment to breath before getting dressed and heading back out. “We should probably actually get some drinks since that’s what we said we were doing, right?” Drake asks.
Riley shrugs. “I think they know us well enough by now to know what was really going on, but why not? At least this way we can pretend.” Riley wraps her arm around Drake’s waist. “C’mon, Walker. You’re buying.”