Handyman

Request by @tmarie82: And then you throw in a reference to Drake as a handyman?!?!?!  Can someone (nudge, nudge – Duchess Of Thirst) PLEASE do a NSFW fic about this?

Elizabeth Richmond brushed a sticky lock of dark hair out of her face as she sat in her study, attempting to look over the seating chart for her wedding reception. The gesture proved useless as the sweat-soaked piece of hair slid right back into her field of vision, earning a frustrated grunt from her.

Cordonia was going through a week-long heatwave and she had given her usual staff the rest of the week off, thinking it unfair to keep them in scratchy uniforms in the peak of summer. Unfortunately this meant that there was no one around when the air-conditioning in her Atlantean mansion had broken down overnight.

‘Jesus Richmond, its like an oven in here.’ Her fiance Drake Walker stood in the doorway, garment bag slung over his shoulder as he leaned against the door frame.

‘Hey, how was the suit shopping?’ She inquired, wiping a hand across her sweaty forehead.

Drake shrugged. ‘Yea it was alright. Maxwell insisted on trying on the vintage ones,’ he shuddered at the memory. ‘But we found one in the end.’

‘Well I’m sure you will look handsome in whatever you’ve picked,’ she told him, rising from her chair to walk over to him. Elizabeth was about to lean in for a kiss but then remembered how sweaty she was and pulled back, earning a quizzical look from Drake.

‘I’m all gross,’ she explained, gesturing down at herself and was about to say more but Drake cut her off by pulling her close and pressing his lips to hers swiftly.

‘Like that’s gonna stop me from kissing the woman I love.’ He kissed her again swiftly before pulling her along with him. ‘Let me take a look at this issue of yours.’

‘You?’ She raised an eyebrow at him. ‘Since when were you such a handyman?’

Drake smirked down at her. ‘Unlike you Richmond, I for one know what end of the hammer to use.’

’That was one time!’ She protested loudly, earning a chuckle from him.

‘Where are all your staff anyway?’ Drake asked over his shoulder as he strode off through the mansion in the direction of the air-conditioning unit.

‘I gave them the day off.’

‘What a saint you are,’ he commented, opening the back door to where the switchboard and unit were stored, giving it a quick glance over before popping the hood and looking inside.

Elizabeth watched him study the interior and noticing the small crease between his eyebrows that she loved appear. She took a moment to contemplate how adorable he looked when he was locked in concentration, intelligent brown eyes scanning the machinery for flaws. Duke-to-be or not, Drake would always be a man’s man; that was just one of the things she loved about him. Despite all the lessons in fork placement and ballroom dancing, he would always been the same grumpy commoner she fell in love with and she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of her life with him. Elizabeth hadn’t realised she’d been so engrossed in her little daydream until she heard him use her first name.

‘Elizabeth,’ he was saying in a singsong voice, waving at her from a couple of feet away. ‘Can you get the ratcheting box wrench from my tool belt please?’

Her eyes widened. ‘A what?!’

Drake sighed apologetically. ‘It’s a- Never mind… Could you get my tool belt from the storage cupboard? I think I’ve found the source of your problem here.’

Still puzzled, Elizabeth retrieved the toolbelt from where he’d instructed and returned outside to find Drake bent over the unit, arm raised to support himself making his white t-shirt ride up just enough to expose his delicious V-lines. She’d seen them countless times before, every time they’d fucked but she knew she’d never get enough of those. She felt a different kind of heat now growing in her core as they peeked over the hem of his jeans while he leaned in more to study the machinery. The sight made her want nothing more than to lick her way downward and her body seemed to agree too as the heat pooled between her legs.

Out of the corner of his eye, Drake noticed his fiancé practically drooling over him and knowing full well what effect he had on her, shifted slightly so that she could get a better view. Her sharp inhale of breath almost made him smirk but he fought to control his expression, resolving to tease her as much as he could while maintaining the facade.

‘I’ll take that,’ he told her, reaching for the tool belt, making sure his fingers lingered a little longer on her hands before he flashed her a brilliant smile as he fixed the tool belt around his waist leaned back down. ‘Thanks babe.’

‘Happy to help,’ Elizabeth gulped, eyes roving his exposed skin as he turned back to the machinery. She hardly ever got to see Drake in his element and goddamn it was such a turn on. With his back turned, she could freely savour the sight of his muscles straining under his thin shirt and she licked her lips at the thought of raking her nails down them. The tool belt seemed to tug even more at his jeans until they were barely hanging onto his frame – not that she minded.

Drake made a big show of tightening the screws and reattaching the disconnected wire – for that was really all that was wrong with the thing – before straightening up again.

‘It looks a bit more complicated than I thought,’ he mused out loud, tugging his t-shirt over his head slowly, very much aware of her gaze down his chest and abs. ‘Catch.’

Drake threw the shirt at her and with her mind occupied by naughtier thoughts, Elizabeth was barely able to comply.

‘Can’t have my favourite shirt getting dirty,’ he explained.

Elizabeth nodded faintly as her eyes roamed his exposed chest where tiny beads of perspiration were breaking out in the heat, despite the flimsy canopy that covered the area. He worked silently as her head conjured up all sorts of different scenarios, each more detailed than the last.

‘You okay Richmond?’ He asked finally, eyebrow raised. ‘You’re looking a little flushed.’

Elizabeth jerked herself out of her daydreams – again. ‘Y-yeah I’m alright…,’ she stammered, embarrassed to have been caught perving on her own fiance. ‘Its just a little bit hot.. I guess… I’d better get some water.’

She whirled around hastily to hide her blush but before she could take a step, Drake’s arm snaked around her waist pulling her flush against his bare chest.

‘Oh you’re thirsty alright.. But not for water,’ he murmured in her ear making her gasp as he grinded the buckle of his belt against her ass. Spinning her around, he pulled her to him again, pressing a hot kiss to her open mouth.

‘What should I do with my perving fiancé hmm?’ Drake asked her teasingly as his hands roamed her ass, squeezing gently and the moisture between her legs seemed to double.

Her fingers brushed the dark hair on his chest as she reached up for another kiss but he pulled away to tease her. Elizabeth was so turned on she could barely speak but she managed to choke out.

‘I need you.’

Usually Drake preferred the privacy of their bedroom but with the entire estate to themselves, the opportunity for some outdoor fun was too good to resist.

‘Jump,’ he commanded and she readily obeyed, his hands coming under her thighs as he seated her on the edge of the air conditioning unit. Elizabeth readily spread her legs and Drake gave her a devilish grin as he dropped to his knees, his face level with her dripping sex.

‘Let’s see what we have here.’ He ran his fingers against the damp material of her panties, rubbing her through the material and Elizabeth’s body responded of its own accord, rolling towards him, making him chuckle. He increased the  pressure, his fingers soaked with her juices that had leaked through.

‘Drake..’

He donned a mock thoughtful expression as his thumbs slipped under her waistband. ‘I think I need to take a closer look at the system.’

 Sneaky motherfucker, she thought but allowed him to slip off her panties from under he light cotten dress and Drake immediately found her clit, lazily rolling it between the rough pads of his fingers, making her moan again.

‘I see the problem,’ he drawled, spreading her folds apart as he explored more of her. ‘There’s too much l-‘

‘Cut the crap talk Walker,’ she burst out, her voice wobbly as she clutched the edge of the unit as he stroked her soaked lips. He could feel her pulse against him, so ready that her need manifested itself in a physical way.

‘Like this?’ He asked, flicking the tip of his tongue across her clit and she nearly come right there if not for Drake’s self-satisfied smirk. Not wanting him to win that easily, she struggled to keep quiet as he continued to teased her throbbing entrance tantalisingly.

‘Hmm you don’t seem to be enjoying this,’ she heard Drake say. ‘Maybe I should stop?’

‘No!’ Elizabeth exclaimed, lacing her fingers through his dark hair and pulling him to her again.

He chuckled against her skin, sending delicious pleasure through her. His tongue licked her in long flat strokes, swirling her clit as his fingers pumped in and out of her, gaining speed with each thrust. She pulled him to her desperation to find her release as she moaned loudly, giving in to the waves of pleasure.

‘I’m close Drake… Baby I’m so close… please, pleaseeee!’ she called out, reflexively kicking against the air conditioning unit.

Just as her foot connected to the metal casing, the unit suddenly whirred back to life under her and her body jerked as Drake withdrew his mouth and fingers from her, just before she could hit her orgasm.

‘What the fuck was that?’ Elizabeth demanded angrily, panting hard as she glared at her fiance.

‘I fixed the air con, like you wanted me to,’ he answered her smugly, ‘I guess my job here is done.’ He threw her a shit-eating smile as he whipped his shirt under his arm and started walking away.

Elizabeth watched in disbelief for a moment.

Was he serious?

‘You’re not getting away from me that easily Walker,’ she called after him and jumped down from the unit to run at him at full speed.

At the last second, he turned and caught her in his arms, lips immediately finding hers as she locked her legs around him. Kissing back just as fiercely, he carried her to the nearby picnic table and laid her on it before pulling away to free himself from his jeans where his member was rock hard and ready for her. Climbing on top of her, Drake couldn’t resist teasing her entrance again with his tip but when he sensed she was to protest, swiftly slammed into her waiting entrance.

Elizabeth’s howl of his name was so loud he swore he could hear it echo off the mountain tops as he began to rock into her.

She felt so goddamn good and he thanked his lucky stars that she’s his. She was moaning constantly now as the table shook beneath them, rickety hinges threatening to give way under the force of their fucking. Caught up in the waves of pleasure, Elizabeth trailed her lips down his neck, just as his fingers brushed her clit. The sudden stimulation caused her to bite down reflexively on his collarbone and surprisingly a hiss of pleasure escaped from Drake.

‘Is that something you like?’ Elizabeth chuckled darkly, pulling back to look into his dark eyes.

His only response was to thrust harder and she moaned loudly before sinking her teeth into his skin again. He’d be covered in bite marks the next morning but he didn’t care. Drake drove her harder, determined to get her right to the edge and when he felt that she was just about to cum, pulled out of her yet again.

‘What the fuck was that for?!’ Elizabeth yelled, despite his smug smirk.

‘That,’ he replied, ‘was to punish my perving fiancé.’

‘Don’t lie you knew what you were doing the whole time,’ she accused, still wound up from his ministrations.

‘Yes and you still fell for it,’ he reminded her.

Her brown eyes, almost black with lust gave way to a flash of annoyance. ‘Fucking tease.’

‘Tell me what you want. I can’t help you if you don’t.’ Drake knew he was being a smartass but he loved it and knew she secretly did too.

‘You know exactly what I want,’ Elizabeth told him, eyeing him defiantly.

‘Maybe so..’ He agreed, stroking himself lazily. ‘But I still want you to say it.’

She glared at him for a moment longer before caving. ‘I want you to fuck me Drake. Hard.’

He slammed his lips against hers, catching her moan of pleasure in his mouth before pulling away with a command.

‘Get on your knees.’

Obeying him, Elizabeth manoeuvred herself into the position, stripping off her dress and placing it under he knees before presenting herself to him. Clambering up behind her, he positioned himself at her entrance ready to dive in but he resisted one last time, teasing her again with his tip.

‘Fucking hell Walker,’ she swore.

Drake loved how she always cursed like a drunken sailor when she was horny – one of the main reasons why he liked to edge her was so he could hear how sexy she made those foul words sound. Finally deciding she’d had enough, he thrust into her with so much force her legs almost gave way but he held her tightly as he began to drill into her. Before he could reach a decent pace, he felt her tense sharply against him, body so wound up it hadn’t taken much for her to reach the edge and squeezing hard around him, she came hard with a loud cry.

Knowing he’d pushed her hard, Drake began to slow his pace but Elizabeth looked over her shoulder, dazed and breathless before pulling him into a open-mouthed kiss. Sloppy though it was, he caught her silent meaning and never taking his eyes off her, he picks up the pace again pounding into her. Bodies slick with sweat, Drake grabbed onto her breasts, twisting and tweaking her nipples as she continued to moan. Doing this, doing her, out in the open, under the bright blue sky of her -soon to be their- duchy felt delectably dirty. In a way, he was glad they didn’t have any close neighbours because they’d all have known his name by now. He felt himself twitch inside her as her walls readily sucked him in deeper.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby yess… Draaaake,’ Elizabeth hissed, clenching around him.

He realised she was approaching a second orgasm and determined to bring her to the climax, slipped a hand under her to stroke her clit. Unable to hold off anymore, he thrusted hard into her, the sound of the contact filling the open air as he spilled his seed into her in four thick spurts and her name on his lips. As he rode out his high, his hand never stopped and her body stiffened suddenly, reaching its peak with a wordless gasp. Unable to hold herself up, her limbs gave way and they collapsed together in a tangled heap on the table. Drake rubbed her back soothingly, kissing her damp skin as she recovered from the aftershock.

‘Th-that was A *huff* MA *huff* ZING,’ Elizabeth panted as he held her tenderly in his arms.

‘Not too hard?’ Drake asked her, feeling slightly bad about how rough he’d been. He loved this woman with his entire existence, he’d sooner hurt himself than cause her any pain.

‘It was perfect,’ she told him before he claimed her lips again in a deep passionate kiss.

When they parted, he gave her one of his signature smirks. ‘Guess your air conditioning is working now. Aren’t you glad you have a live-in handyman?’

Elizabeth rolled her eyes at him. ‘There’s other ways to cool down Walker. I’m sure I could have managed.’

‘Oh yeah?’ he prompted cheekily, kissing down her neck, warm breath tickling her skin.

‘Mmhmm,’ she hummed, biting back a moan. ‘We’re pretty dirty now so how about a nice bath to clean up?’

‘Have I ever mentioned that you have the best ideas?’ He asked, scooping her into his arms before heading towards the house.

Elizabeth winked at him in response. ‘Maybe you could check the water pressure while you’re there too?’

That made him laugh. ‘Something tells me I won’t be needing my tool belt for that.’