Summary: Drake attends the United Nations Ball looking for a distraction, but things don’t go exactly as he planned.
Warning: This piece involves sexual explicit contents (mature language and several unconventional sexual practices) and taboo subjects (group sexual activities and LGBTQ+ mentions). Reader discretion is advised.
Another boring party. Drake tried to do his best to be loyal to Liam and the Kingdom, but he hated those parties and their fancy tiny food, the obnoxious self-centered people and the lack of friendly faces. The bar was always well stocked though, and he always got his favorite scotch reserved. That’s how Liam usually managed to convince him to go. But tonight he chose to go for other reasons.
He got into the building and spotted Liam talking to politicians as Madeleine made her rounds greeting people. Kiara was seated at a table next to Penelope and a diplomat. He chuckled as he caught the sight of her rolling her eyes at the guy when no one at the table was watching. Marching to the bar, he called a bartender and made an unusual order. “Hi! A glass of Barbaresco, please.”
Kiara was trained to know how to endure dull conversations and still seem like she was interested, but this diplomat was the worst. He was drunk, annoying and loud. Any sort of interruption right now would be welcomed.
“Excuse, me. Lady Kiara?” A waiter called her.
“Yes?”
“Your glass of Barbaresco,” the waiter put the wine glass on the table, bowed and left.
“Thank you…” Her brows furrowed in confusion. She didn’t ask for another glass. She looked around and saw no signs of the eligible suitors who used to court her. Shaking the glass in circles and sniffing the wine scent first, she sipped the drink, savoring the taste of black cherry, licorice and clove. Before she placed the glass back on the table, Kiara saw a handwriting she didn’t recognize in the napkin that was under her glass.
A hopeful broad smiled crossed her lips as she hid the napkin inside her clutch. “I need some fresh air. Will you excuse me, please?” She stood up, curtsied and headed to the elevator swooning at the thought of Drake waiting for her.
The rooftop bar was calm, a little more secluded. Most of the tables were empty and the lights were dim. It was like the place was designed for secret trysts. She looked around but didn’t find any familiar faces. “Are you looking for someone, my lady?” Drake whispered in her ear. His growing beard rubbed on her neck, making her skin tingle.
She turned around to see Drake holding a glass of whiskey. “I didn’t see when you arrived. I thought you wouldn’t even come.”
“I almost didn’t, but then I remember that a stunning lady said she’d join me anytime I wanted to enjoy myself.” His husky voice told her everything she longed to hear. He wanted her. Even if it was for one night. Placing his glass in a random table nearby, he took her hand and kissed it. “Come with me. The pool area is quieter.” Still holding her hand, he led her to a dark hallway and opened the glass door that gave access to the pool.
The pool lights combined with the night sky view of Manhattan was breathtaking. Her face lit up as she admired the spot he chose to be with her and she didn’t want to waste any more time. Tugging the lapel of his suit, Kiara pressed her lips on his. He opened his mouth and let her tongue explore inside of it. His hands roved down her body as they walked toward a pool chair. She took off his suit jacket and began to undo his belt. “Skipping to the best part already. I like it,” he unzipped her dress, letting it fall on the floor and helped her out of it, relishing her coffee brown skin embellished by the gold silk charmeuse lingerie.
“We don’t have much time until somebody comes looking for us.” She sat down on the chair, unzipped his pants and freed his cock.
“That’s half of the fun of doing it here.” He looked down and smiled as she stared at his length, licking her lips as she stroked it, feeling it grow harder in her hand. “I see you’re no longer in a hurry.”
“Isn’t getting caught part of the fun? I’m just following your lead.” Her left hand gripped his shaft while the right one groped his balls.
“Good. Now lay back and let me fuck your mouth.” He took off his shoes and stepped out of his pants. Kiara laid back on the pool chair as he kneeled on it. She opened her mouth, waited for him to put his cock in her mouth and bobbed her head, her tongue circling his manhood. He grunted, tilting his head back. “Oh, you’re good. So. Fucking. Good.” Gripping himself to the headrest of the chair with one arm, his free hand cupped her sex, pulling her panties aside. His fingers slid inside her folds, rubbing her core. She moaned, her mouth tightening around his member. He growled, thrusting his cock inside her mouth, his fingers pressing on her clit.
Their eyes widen as they heard footsteps. He took his shaft off her mouth and signaled for her to be quiet.
“Kiara? Are you here?”
“C’est Penelope. Merde!”¹ Kiara grumbled.
Drake stifled a grin. He may not know what she exactly said, but he recognizes when someone is cursing. She was clearly annoyed with the interruption. As soon as Penelope’s steps faded in the hall, he picked up their clothes from the floor.
“You should go back to the party, Kiara. We pick up where we left off when you go back to the hotel.” He bent over and kissed her softly, handing back her clothes.
“Sounds good to me.” Kiara stood up, put on her dress and turned around. “Can zip me up?” Kissing the back of her neck, he zipped her dress up and let her leave first, following behind a few minutes later.
The party had winded down when Drake headed back. He saw Liam discreetly leaving, but didn’t try to follow. He knew his friend had plans for the night. He shrugged and walked back to his hotel room. He could pine over Jade later, right now he had some unfinished business to attend to.
On his way to Kiara’s room, Drake pressed the elevator button and waited. He got in and heard a female voice calling. “Hold the elevator, please!” He placed his hand between the closing door and the wall and the door opened. His eyes darted as he saw Madeleine approached. She was as beautiful and poised as always.
“Countess Madeleine,” he bowed.
“Mr. Walker,” she walked in, standing in the opposite side of the elevator. “Didn’t you attend the United Nations Ball?”
“I was at the bar on the rooftop. Why? Did you miss me?” He smirked.
She huffed. “I just assumed you’d be there. You always are so supportive of the King.”
“I try to be. After all, he’s my best friend,” Drake shrugged.
“And since I’ll be Queen in a matter of days, will your support be extended to me as well?” She gazed at him, her green eyes hungrily swept his body from head to toe.
“It depends,” he walked towards her and she stepped back until he cornered her. He smiled mischievously, placing one hand on the wall, inches away from her face. “How can I be of service?”
The elevator stopped, pinging as its doors opened on her floor. “Follow me.” He stepped out of the way, gesturing with his hand for her to lead the way. They got out and walked in silence to her room. Her hips wiggled as she catwalked in the hall. Opening the door, she let him into her room, closed it and stepped closer to Drake, who was seated by the end table.
“Because we have never been close, I need proof of your support to me,” she stood in front of him and placed a leg on the end table, revealing she had no underwear underneath her emerald dress. “You’re a man of few words, but I know you can put that tongue of yours to a good use.”
His eyes widen, but he smiled. “It will be my pleasure.” He brushed his lips on her inner thigh, leaving bite and suck marks as he got closer to her pussy. He inserted his tongue between her lower lips and she pulled his hair moaning. He sucked and nibbled her sensitive nub, sending a small wave of pleasure inside her body and she shivered, grasping his hair.
Drake plunged two fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, curving a little to hit her G-spot. Madeleine felt her legs getting weaker as her climax began to approach. Suddenly they heard something falling in the bathroom. They exchanged wary glances. Drake removed his fingers from her and she moved away. “Stay here,” he commanded. She sat down on the bed and waited for him to come back.
Drake opened the door to Madeleine’s bathroom and turned on the lights. A hair styling product was on the floor. This wouldn’t simply just fall as if it was pushed by the wind. He scanned the place cautiously and saw a shape behind the frosted glass of the shower box. Slowly opening the glass door, he found Kiara huddling in the corner. “What are you doing here?” he whispered.
“I was just leaving Madeleine’s wedding souvenirs for the bridal shower when I heard you two coming.” She stood up. Her voice was low, her tone sounded somewhat annoyed. “I guess you’d keep me waiting, huh?” she hissed.
“I was going to your room when I met her.”
“You don’t say…” She placed a hand on her waist and pursed her lips.
“Kiara, I don’t have time for this. You either stay here or–” he stopped himself as he heard heels clicking on the floor.
“Everything okay here? Why are you taking so lon–” Madeleine entered the bathroom and caught the sight of Drake and Kiara’s shadow in the glass. “Drake, who’s there?”
Drake turned around to reply. “It’s just me, Madeleine.”
“Drake, I can see someone in there.” Madeleine pushed him to the side, got into the shower and found Kiara. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I left the wedding souvenirs when I heard you coming. I thought I’d wait until you fell asleep to leave.”
“Why are you flushed, Kiara?” Madeleine narrowed her eyes.
“I didn’t– I–”
Before she could find the words to answer, Madeleine took her hand and sniffed her fingers. “You were listening to us and fingering yourself, weren’t you?”
Kiara looked down, unsure of what to say. “Don’t try to hide it. I know you like him since the first time you went to the capital and saw him shirtless in the royal stables.” Drake’s eyes widen. He had no idea she liked him for such a long time. Kiara’s cheeks heated furiously, but Madeleine lifted her chin up. “And now that you’re here, you have two options: go back to your room or stay and join us.”
He stared wide-eyed at both of them. She wouldn’t suggest it unless they had done this before.
“You know, the last few days have been so crazy. We barely had time to catch up, Kiara. If you join us, it’ll be a nice change of pace from what we used to do, don’t you think?” Kiara simply nodded before Madeleine caught her lips in an intense kiss. Drake gawked at them, trying to process the information he just heard. “Don’t be so surprised, Drake. She’s my maid of honor for a reason. Can you handle both of us?”
Drake peered at Kiara, searching for her response. Kiara’s expression changed abruptly. Her eyes were darker, lustful. She glanced at him while her hand exploring Madeleine’s back. “I think he can. He’s a little incredulous right now, but I guess we can convince him.” Kiara moved closer to Drake, looked at him in the eye. Placing one hand on his neck and fondling his hair, she mouthed before kissing behind his ear. “It’s okay.”
Madeleine grinned slyly stepping out of the shower as she noticed Kiara leading Drake back to the bedroom. He sat down on an elegant chair across the bed and Kiara kissed him briefly before going to the bed and removing her dress on the way. Madeleine followed Kiara, discarding her dress on the floor and walking to the bed. Madeleine sat on the middle of the bed and opened her legs while Kiara crawled on the bed, positioning herself between Madeleine’s legs and kissed her. She slid her hands down on Madeleine’s body and cupped her sex, inserting two fingers inside. Madeleine bit her bottom lip observing Drake shift uncomfortably on his seat. “You’re overdressed for this party, Drake. Take your clothes off.”
Drake stood up and began to undress slowly. Madeleine was watching him intently and moaning at Kiara’s touch. His attention moved back and forth between the two of them. Madeleine braced herself to the headboard with one arm and her free hand played with her nipples. Kiara had her head down Madeleine’s pussy, her tongue lapping on the countess’ wet core. He knew about the rumors of what the ladies like doing in their late-night gatherings but had no idea he’d witness it.
He stepped closer to the bed and caressed Kiara’s thighs and ass, bending over to trail kisses from the center of her back to her rim. Kiara whimpered against Madeleine’s clit, grinding on Drake’s mouth. His tongue traveled on her ass, perineum and pussy, his hand rubbing Kiara’s nub, his cock twitching as he heard their groans and loud cries when both of them reached orgasm.
Madeleine shifted on the bed and grabbed a pair of condoms from her nightstand drawer. Crawling on the bed, she moved closer to Drake and ripped off the condom package with her teeth, placed it on Drake’s shaft and unrolled with her hands and mouth, bobbing her head a few times. She turned around and got on her hands and knees. Drake gripped her hips and buried himself inside her. He started to thrust into Madeleine when he felt a hand run on his chest. “Is this the kind of fun you like to have?” Kiara hummed in his ear.
“Usually, it’s not exactly like this…” His breath quickened as he pumped in and out of Madeleine. “But you get the idea.”
Kiara held him with one arm while her free hand ran down his torso. “I can’t say this is how I imagined it would be, but to be with you…” Her hand moved to his cock and grabbed his balls, rubbing them gently. “… I take whatever I can get.”
Drake’s muscles stiffened. Madeleine’s groaned louder as her walls clenched around Drake’s member. He was so close. “Kiara, stop it,” he begged between sharp breaths. “I won’t be able to hold it much longer if you keep- Oh, fuck!”
“I don’t mind as long as you come into my mouth,” she uttered, nipping his earlobe. “Can you save it for me?”
“Oh, yes!” Madeleine cried, reaching her climax.
Drake pulled out of Madeleine, who fell spent on the bed and turned to Kiara, taking off the condom. “On your knees.” Kiara kneeled on the floor and stroked his cock. A guttural grunt escaped from his mouth as she took his hard length inside her mouth, bobbing her head. She swallowed his warm seed and he cupped her face, admiring her licking his softened member. He pulled her into his arms as she stood up. “You’re an amazing woman.”
“Oh, really? Wait until you see me riding you,” Kiara winked.
He looked at Madeleine asleep on her four-poster bed, then smiled to Kiara. “Give me ten minutes?”
“I’ll give you twenty if you don’t get distracted on your way to my room this time.”
“Don’t worry,” he spun her around and held her close, pressing her back against his chest and murmured in her ear. “I’ll be right behind you.”
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¹ “It’s Penelope. Shit!”
