As She Wished (NSFW)

Summary: Being given a free pass on the night of the bachelor/ette party brings up a lot more feelings than it should.

‘Actually I would like to have one last fling before we’re married.’ 

Elizabeth’s words had jolted something inside of Drake.

One last fling.

Those words kept swirling around in his head. She wanted one last fling.

He must have been drunker than he thought because his next words surprised him even more. In his head, he heard himself agreeing to it, giving her a free pass for the night to do whatever she wanted. Because he loved her and he would do anything to make her happy. Right?

One last fling. 

Drake didn’t need to ask who Elizabeth choose for that. He just knew. Now that he was sitting alone in his hotel room in the dark, it all came weighing down on him. What had he just agreed to? Ever since their engagement announcement, there’d been this weird tension between Liam, Elizabeth and him. How could there not be after what had happened? It was easy to pretend it wasn’t there, to ignore it when they were caught up in the hustle and bustle of the Unity Tour, in fact he’d grown so accustomed to doing just that, now the entire concept seemed so alien to him.

Liam had a brilliant pokerface, crafted during years of royal training and Elizabeth had proved on more than one occasion that she could handle the pressure well but now with everything in the open, nothing to lose and a little bit of liquid courage in their veins, who could predict where this night would go?

 You are free to do as you wish.. 

What was that exactly?

A streak of possessiveness flared up inside him and he fought to crush it down. Deep down, Drake had been hoping that Elizabeth would turn down his offer, tell him he was the only one for her but she said nothing other than she would think about it. He’d told her he loved her, he’d told her he didn’t own her, that he didn’t control her but did he mean it? Why did that bother him that she’d given him such a vague answer?

Elizabeth had told him on multiple occasions that she’d wanted him and only him but Drake couldn’t stop himself from picturing them together in his head, his mind conjuring up various situations, each worse than the last. He hated himself immensely for it but he couldn’t stop picturing it as all his inhibitions came flooding back in and one question prevailed against the tangle of emotions he was feeling: What if, after tonight, she changed her mind? 

–

Elizabeth chewed on her lower lip, watching as Drake made his way back to his hotel room as his last words echoed in her head. She’d asked him almost jokingly if he’d allow her to have a fling and his response had been neither here nor there.

‘If that’s what you want… I think you should….’ 

‘You are free to do as you wish…’ 

But what did she want? The mini engagement tour with Drake earlier had left her happier than she could ever be but still something ate away at her. Things between her and Liam had been left… unresolved..

Liam was a king thus an expert of concealing his inner emotions but even he couldn’t hide it all the time. She’d tried to ignore it, to lose herself in how happy she was with Drake – and she was happy – but she just couldn’t ignore the tiny flashes of longing she saw on Liam’s face every time she and Drake came into a room hand in hand or after he’d pulled her into a kiss in front of the group.

It hadn’t occurred to her until after the attack that Liam had had no idea of her feelings for Drake until the moment he was down on one knee when she revealed that she’d been in love with his best friend the entire time. And to watch him have to swallow his feelings and congratulate her on going behind his back when it should have been the happiest moment of his life, Elizabeth now felt a deep shame at how she’d acted.. They were friends, she would probably even go so far as to call them lovers at some point.

 Lovers.

That word struck a chord inside her. Maybe she’d been drinking too much but suddenly it all came back to her, the well of memories and sensations, of them, of him, of Liam.

Almost as if he’d heard her, across the bar his blonde head picked up and a heated look was exchanged between blue eyes and brown.  In that gaze, thousands of memories came back to her, his lips on hers, his hands caressing her before dragging the clothes away, strong arms supporting her as they rocked together chasing that glorious high, only to be further sweetened by the thrill of getting caught. And to get a free pass to experience it all again seemed almost too good to be true.

Liam held her gaze, offering a question in his and for a moment she saw it all in her mind’s eye. They’d stumble back to his room, and in the thrill of one last wild night together, free of any of the usual restrictions placed upon them by other people or by their station, she’d readily take her clothes off for him and he’d fuck her.

No.. Elizabeth corrected herself. Liam would make love to her. He’d worship her like the queen she would be if she had chosen him, showering affections on every inch of her skin in the hope to make tonight last as long as he possibly could. All this communicated in a single look of promise and desire but something held her back.

 Drake…. 

She was about to marry this man. The man she loved more than anything. He’d already expressed how much he couldn’t wait to be her husband and she couldn’t help but agree wholeheartedly.

And yet, the look in Liam’s eyes compelled her, still watching her from across the room. In the moment, an internal battle raged on as logic and passion fought for dominance in her alcohol riddled mind. But after a few seconds of this, Elizabeth knocked back the last of her drink, making a split second decision as she walked purposefully over to the other end of the bar.

‘Hey Liam…’

–

An insistent knocking woke Drake up from the thin sleep he’d fallen into. Glancing at the clock, the time read 3:49am. He grumbled to himself as he made his way to the door, wondering what conceivable excuse anyone could have for wanting him for at this hour. Swinging it open, to his surprise he found..

‘Richmond?’

Her smile was soft and hesitant. ‘Hey Drake.’

Drake was speechless, totally caught off guard by her presence. His eyes raked down her figure, clad in a purple silk robe, face makeup free and hair tousled from….

‘Got tired of Liam?’ He shot bitterly as jealously and anger flared up in him. Did she really come see him after fucking his best friend? He watched Elizabeth’s eyes widen and as she drew in a breath to reply, he turned his back on her.

‘Save it,’ he snapped. ‘I don’t wanna hear about how well he fucked you..’

‘Drake..no,’ she replied, her tone apologetic as she followed him into the room, closing the door behind her. ‘Its not like that! I-‘

He scoffed, interrupting her. ‘You don’t have to explain yourself to me Richmond. If you want him it’s fine. I ge-‘

‘Drake stop!’ At that moment, Elizabeth grabbed his wrist, yanking him back to look at her. ‘I didn’t sleep with Liam okay? Thats what I came here to tell you.’

Drake gaped at his fiancee, stunned by her admission for a long moment. ‘Y-you didn’t?’

She shook her head, the beginnings of a smile on her lips. ‘I didn’t Drake.’

Before he knew it, his body kicked into action, moving so fast his brain could barely keep up. His hands came up to grab Elizabeth cheeks before he slammed his lips onto hers so hard that she gave out a loud moan of surprise but didn’t stop him. The force of his impact was enough to knock her backwards and she let out a reflexive gasp as her back hit the door but Drake didn’t care. Something more primal, animalistic surged through him now.

She chose him.

She. Chose. Him.

He’d given her the chance and she’d still picked him over anyone, over Li- He needed her. He needed her so badly. He needed to claim her as his own so no one else would even think of touching her after this. His need skyrocketed as she responded just eagerly, her arms coming up around him, pulling him close, trapping herself in between him and the door. Drake ground his hardening member into her thigh as he released her mouth, both drawing in a gasp of air before diving back into each other, shoving his tongue into her willing mouth. He needed her and he was going to show her just how much. His hands were everywhere cupping her jaw, tangling in her hair, moving feverishly against her body in his desire for her, dragging her robe off her shoulder.

Drake immediately attached himself to the newly exposed skin, alternating between sucking and biting down all over her collarbone and neck as Elizabeth moaned. Her fingers gripped the hair at the base of his neck when he bit down hard, determined to mark her as his own so no one, no one would question who she belonged to. His hand snaked around her back to unclasp her bra – she’d been midway through getting ready for bed when she’d come to see him – and dragged the offending article of clothing off her body before his hands immediately went to her breasts, tweaking and pulling at her nipples. Nudging her knees apart, he slipped a hand between her legs, rubbing her roughly over the already soaking material of her panties.

‘Who are you wet for Richmond?’ He demanded roughly in her ear, teeth closing down on her earlobe.

‘You,’ she breathed hoarsely, half choked with desire for him.

Drake slowed his pace as she rolled her hips towards him. ‘I can’t hear you.’

Elizabeth’s eyes flickered open and she answered in a louder voice. ‘You. Only you, Drake.’

With that he slid two fingers into her waiting entrance, pumping hard and Elizabeth was in complete bliss as he took her bottom lip between his teeth, pressing down firmly enough to send a thrill of pain running through her. As he added another digit to her, the sounds of him pumping into her echoing out through the room and her head hitting the door.

‘Fuck that feels so good,’ she gasped, grinding herself harder onto his hand.

Drake’s fingers brushed her clit eliciting a sound akin to a whimper from her  and she squeezed her eyes shut, hands moving to tug insistently at his pyjama shirt, desperate for more before he caught her wrists with his free hand, pinning them over her head.

‘Did I say you could move?’

Brow furrowed, she was about to protest before her gaze flicked up to his. Drake’s dark eyes looked almost black but upon closer inspection, Elizabeth was surprised to find something other than pure desire there. He needed this, she realised, in more ways than one. He needed to prove to her, to prove to himself that only she was his and only his. She’d told him countless times before that he was the only man for her but now he needed her to show him. In that moment, a silent understanding passed between them. Usually she liked to put up a bit of a challenge in the bedroom, playing on their more competitive sides on the road to the high but tonight something was different. He was looking at her in askance, with a soft vulnerability prevailing through the lust.

Elizabeth wiggled a hand out of his grip to draw him to her, answering his unspoken question with a tender kiss. She loved this man with all her heart and if he needed this, she was willing to relinquish control over to him. When they separated, she tugged off the rest of her clothes before helping him out of his and as soon as the last barrier between them – his shirt – had been removed, it was like a switch had been flicked and the dark look in Drake’s eyes was back, making her tremble.

‘How do you want me?’ She asked and his intense gaze made the coil of heat in her lower abdomen tighten.

‘Hands and knees Richmond,’ he instructed authoritatively. ‘On the bed.’

She complied with his request unable to stop the gulp that came in anticipation for what he was about to do. Drake was quiet for so long that she almost turned around to see if he’s still there but a rough hand on her ass steadied her.

‘Do you want me Elizabeth?’ He asked, softly but his tone was measured as he caressed her skin. She shivered at his touch, his voice so husky it sent thrills down her body to her sex.

‘Yes,’ she hissed softly and immediately yelped as Drake landed a firm slap on her right cheek.

‘I can’t hear you,’ he told her dangerously and she felt his fingers teasing her entrance lightly. ‘Do you want me Elizabeth?’ The tiny stimulation coupled with the prospect of being spanked again only added to her pleasure.

‘Yes… Drake, please.’

Drake replaced his fingers with his cock, tracing the outer lips of her sex agonisingly slow and she unconsciously pushed back, eager for more friction but he pulled away. Elizabeth sighed loudly in annoyance and he leaned over her back to bite down hard on her earlobe.

‘Here’s how its gonna work, baby,’ he told her, sending pinpricks along her skin as he whispered in her ear. ‘I’m going to fuck you so hard the only name you’re gonna remember is mine.’

‘Fuck yes Drake.’ She twisted her head around, attaching her lips to his in a heated messy kiss that turned into a moan as she felt his cock at her sex, poised to enter.

‘Tell me what you want, Richmond. Beg for it,’ he instructed, slapping her ass again and this time she readily complied.

‘I want your cock Drake,’ she exclaimed, louder now. ‘I want you so fucking bad. Please, please, pleaseee baby.. AHH!’

With that, Drake thrust into her hard, filling her completely with the entirety of his length buried deep after just one stroke. She let out a howl of his name, drowning out a similar moan from him as the force of the impact caught her off guard, almost enough to knock her off balance and her hands immediately scrabbled for purchase against the linen sheets of the hotel bed.

‘Fuck.. baby you feel so good,’ Elizabeth told him as he began to move in and out of her.

This was what they’d both craved, a closeness so intimate for only the two of them to experience. As he sped up, she began to moan constantly, body on fire after all the teasing. Every nerve ending beginning to heat up with a fire that burned for him and only him.

‘Say my name, Richmond.’ He panted out between thrusts, tangling his fingers in her long dark hair. ‘Who’s fucking you this good?’

‘Y-y-y..,’ she attempted to form the words as he continued to slam into her but couldn’t, her brain buckling under the pressure of the pleasure he was giving her. Drake noticed this and began to slow his pace until it was torturously slow and soon enough she was urging her hips back, eager for more from him. God she needed this, him so bad… 

‘Say my name Richmond,’ he said tugging the fistful of her dark hair as she moaned. ‘Say it loud so the whole hotel knows who’s fucking you.’

‘You are,’ Elizabeth managed to gasp out but he still wasn’t satisfied.

‘Say my name Richmond,’ he growled hoarsely and she detected the notes of desperation in his voice, reminding her just how much he needed this too. ‘I need you to say my name baby. Tell me who you belong to.’

‘Drake!’ She finally gasped out. ‘Only you Drake!’

His iron grip on her hair was unbreakable, straddling the fine line between pain and pleasure before he gave it another hard tug, almost too hard as he continued to drill into her. Elizabeth’s vision began to swim as Drake maintained his pace and the entire room filled with the cacophony of their desperate fucking, skin slapping together, the wet, heavy noise of his cock moving in her, his hot breath in her ear.

‘Dr-Drake… god… F-FUCK… it’s… uurgh.’

She was almost babbling now, unable to form a coherent thought as her mind could only focus on the delicious pleasure he was giving her. His fingers burned themselves into her skin from where they were pressed into her hips, she was sure there would be a mark tomorrow even on her darker skin tone but she didn’t care – in fact she had a feeling the more marks the better. He paused for a moment, withdrawing himself almost completely from her before slamming himself back into her.

Elizabeth screeched his name, almost at full volume now just as he gave her hair an almighty tug, yanking her off her hands. Her back was now against his chest as they both knelt on the bed, the change in position barely interrupting their rhythm. Her head fell back on his shoulder as he tugged her closer still, mouth lavishing her neck. Here he was able to hit a different angle and she began to moan constantly as his fingers danced up a flurry on her clit. Suddenly Drake pulled away and she swore in annoyance, glaring at him.

‘I need to see you Liz,’ he confessed, looking deeply into her eyes and she nodded, moving to situate herself her back.

They both moaned at the loss of contact that was necessary for the change in positions before Drake threw both her legs over his shoulders, almost bending her in half as he sank into her warm, wet heat again. She welcomed him back into her body as he resumed his pace. The headboard was hitting the wall over and over by now in time with his thrusts, probably waking up whoever was next door but Drake didn’t care. All he could focus on was the sensation of Elizabeth’s walls contracting deliciously around him, sucking him in further with each stroke on his relentless mission to bring them both to their climaxes.

Beneath him, Elizabeth was constantly moaning as his fingers worked at her clit, while her own fingernails dug deep into his skin, no doubt leaving long red tracks that would be there long after they were done.

‘Drake… Drake… Drake…’

His name was like a prayer on her lips as her body arched towards him, breathing ragged as he fucked her into oblivion. With her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut and cheeks flushed, Drake marvelled in the beauty that was his fiancee. But he still needed more, one last ounce of convincing to put his doubts at ease.

‘Louder Richmond, louder,’ he urged her, sensing from the way she was squeezing and gripping his length that she was almost at her climax. ’Scream my name, baby. Let him hear you..’

That struck a peculiar chord in Elizabeth but the craving for her orgasm was too much to address it and when she finally hit her high, she made sure to look him directly in the eye as her voice ripped through the thick air of the hotel room, screaming a single name with enough volume for the entire floor to hear.

‘DRAKE!’

Her body stiffened, arching up under him when her orgasm hit, making her legs shake uncontrollably from where they rested on his shoulders. Deep in the throes of pleasure, Elizabeth barely detected Drake’s thrusts growing sloppier and more erratic as he drove himself into her a few more times before his entire body shuddered, his cock jerking as he emptied himself into her, giving her everything he had as he buried all of himself into her with one final stroke.

Usually Drake liked to ride out the rest of his high while still in her but this time he pulled out of her almost immediately and collapsed on the bed, chest heaving, body spent. If Elizabeth couldn’t tell something was wrong before, she definitely knew that now. Still recovering from her own intense orgasm, she watching him shift into a sitting position on the edge of the bed, a hand carding through his sweat soaked hair.

‘D-Drake.. are you okay?’ She ventured, pushing herself onto her elbows to put a soft hand on his arm.

When he eventually turned to look at her, Elizabeth found such a vulnerability his eyes that made her stomach immediately clench in worry. She was about to say more when he cut her off.

‘What made you come back?’ His voice was barely above a whisper and at once she knew what he meant.

She drew in a sharp breath, that she immediately regretted even suggesting having a fling, even if it was a joke at the time.

‘Did-did you really think I would have slept with Liam?’

Drake’s brown eyes slid up to hers and in that single look, he told her everything he was too ashamed to say. In the dim light of the hotel room, she saw all his old insecurities come back, the worry that she wouldn’t want him, that her mind would change and she would somehow leave him for his best friend again. In that look he told her about the hurt that had arisen when she has suggested the fling, at the thought of Liam stealing her away when he was so close to having her forever, at the thought of a hopeful future with her to be ripped away not long after she’d pledged herself entirely to him. She also saw desperation there, the keen need to prove to her and more importantly himself that he was good enough for her. In that one look, these and so many other things were revealed that at once Elizabeth regretted her callous request.

‘Oh Drake,’ she choked out, her voice breaking as she manoeuvred her way into his arms, wrapping hers tightly around him.

‘Richmond, you don’t-‘ he began, reluctantly embracing her back.

‘Drake, I’m sorry,’ Elizabeth told him as tears slid down her cheeks, tipping his head so that he would look into her eyes and see that she meant everything she was about to say. ‘I should have never suggested such a stupid idea when you’re the only one for me.’

‘Its alright, Richmond, really,’ he told her glumly.

She waved off his weak excuse. ’No its not. That was incredibly insensitive of me and I am so so sorry, my love. I can tell you now, without a doubt that there is nothing that will take me away from you.’

Drake’s gaze told her he didn’t fully believe her, not yet.. ‘But Liam..’

‘Liam will always be special to me and I will cherish the moments we did have together,’ Elizabeth interrupted, running a hand down the side of his handsome face, her voice soft and tender now, almost reverent. ‘But you… you are the man I was destined for, the person I am about to commit to for the rest of my life. When I told you I was yours, I meant that, Drake. And I do not break my promises.’

Instead of attempting to vocalise his feelings, Drake captured her lips in a tender but passionate kiss and Elizabeth gladly poured every drop of emotion into it, to convince him without a doubt that she was his and he was hers forever. She pulled him closer, eliminating every possible space between them in her silent profession of love for him, something so profound and intimate that she would never be able to put into words. The feeling of his mouth moving against hers was unlike any other and she would have gladly spent the rest of her days with her lips on his.

When the need for oxygen caused them to part, Drake was looking at her with an expression that could only be described as pure love and affection, showing her that he finally did believe her. There was only one thing that needed to be said now.

‘I love you Drake Walker,’ she professed with finality. ‘I love you and only you for the rest of my existence.’

His lips curved into a smile, the kind he saved only for her. ‘I love you too Elizabeth Richmond. And I’m sorry I ever doubted you. I just thou-‘

Elizabeth cut him off with another kiss, silencing whatever insecurities that would have arisen again as she pulled him down to bed with her, settling his head on her chest and his arms immediately wrapped around her middle.

‘Don’t you wanna have a shower?’ Drake offered, reaching up to tuck a lock of damp hair behind her ear. They were both covered in sweat, saliva and cum after their desperate romp.

‘Mmm maybe later,’ she answered, finger swiping at a spot of his cum that had landed on her stomach. ‘I wanna savour this for a while.’

They lay quiet like that for a while as her hand gently caressed his broad muscled back. Feeling his head get heavy from where it was pressed against her, Elizabeth felt the urge to say it one more time before sleep claimed her.

‘I love you Drake. And I can’t wait to spend the rest of forever with you…’