Fire & Ice ~ The Drake Legacy: Book One (11 page)

“I don’t know,” I said hesitantly.
 

But then I thought about Xander. I just
had
to find out what the deal was between him and Caleb. It was a puzzle that I needed to crack.
 

“Just one drink,” I said.
 

"Good," he said quickly, before I could change my mind. "My apartment is 656, West Lake Heights. See you at eight."
 

And then, before I could say anything else, he’d hung up the phone.
 

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I timidly knocked on the door to the top-floor penthouse apartment, and when there was no answer, I wondered if I was making a huge mistake — if I should just turn around right now and head back home. What the fuck was I doing, exactly? Sure there was a chance I might find out the truth about Caleb and Xander, but if Xander ever found out that I’d been here, he’d never speak to me again.
 

I'd dressed in a short black dress and heels. Beneath the dress, I felt my breasts rise and fall with my nervous breathing, and I shifted uncomfortably, feeling the tiny g-string I'd chosen sitting snugly between my buttocks.
 

Just as I was about to knock again, the door opened and standing in front of me was Caleb Marchand, his face fixed in a provocative grin, his blue eyes blazing.
 

I'll admit it; the sight of him caused another electric shiver in me. Was I developing a crush on
him
too? Or was there just something strange and compelling about him? Something familiar and yet at the same time distant and otherworldly?
 

That night he was dressed in a white silk shirt, and I could make out his broad, muscular chest beneath it. He wasn’t in bad shape. I felt my eyes flicking down over his body, coming to rest on the obvious bulge in his jeans. A blush rose to my cheeks when I realized he'd caught me checking him out.
 

“Glad you could make it,” he said slickly, stepping aside so that I could make my way fully into his, dimly lit apartment up on the fiftieth floor of the exclusive complex building of West Lake Heights. Everyone knew that the only people who lived here were celebrities and playboys.
 

Like Xander's office, the large glass walls of Caleb’s apartment looked out onto the glittering lights of the cityscape below and from up here they looked like twinkling fairy lights on a huge black Christmas tree.
 

I walked self-consciously into the room, feeling my body moving awkwardly beneath the slinky dress, as Caleb’s smoldering blue eyes watched my every movement.
 

What was I doing?
 

Why was I here?
 

Had I made a terrible mistake, going through with this meeting?
 

I turned round to speak, about to tell him that I thought I should leave, and realized with a gasp of surprise that he’d followed me, coming right up close behind me. As I turned to face him, my breasts brushed against his rock-solid chest and with each step backwards I took away from him, trying to regain some distance between us, Caleb took a step too, closing up the gap.
 

“Do you want anything?” he murmured, his eyes fixed on mine with a hypnotic intensity. “A drink perhaps? Some coke?”

I didn’t know whether he meant cola or cocaine, but either way, I shook my head a little nervously. I could feel my heart pounding and hammering, going a mile a minute in my chest as I tried to remain composed so as not to betray my obvious nerves.
 

“Nice place,” I croaked meekly.
 

“Thanks,” he said, taking another step towards me. I was backed right up against the glass wall now, and I could smell his cologne; a different scent to Xander's but just as obviously expensive.
 

I looked at his lips, which were only inches from mine and felt a sudden, surprising tingle in my pussy.

And in that strange moment, I realized that what I wanted most of all was to
get back
at Xander, for the way he'd treated me that afternoon, and right there and then it seemed that the best way to do it was by kissing Caleb.
 

Okay then,
I thought.
But if I'm going to do this,
 
then it has to be on my terms. I’m going to be the one in control; the one calling the shots. It’s either that or nothing.
 

So with a final gulp, I reached out and grabbed the taught bulge of his meaty package, feeling the blazing heat of it right through his tight white jeans.
 

I watched his lips curl into a wry smile of acknowledgement and he moved his head forward to kiss me, but I reached out and stopped him, pressing my hand firmly against his broad chest, holding him in place.
 

Then I grabbed him by the shoulders, swung him round, and pushed
him
back against the glass wall. I leant in and kissed him full on the mouth, feeling his stubble prickling against my skin, and then his eager tongue searching my mouth, before once again I pulled back and held him in place, panting, my mind racing and spinning.
 

Then I did something that surprised even me: I dropped to my knees.

My heart was pounding as I tugged at his belt, then pulled open his pants and yanked down his white silk boxer shorts, freeing up his large, swollen cock.
 

I could feel the heat radiating off it as I brought my face towards it. I spread my legs wide apart, hitching my dress up around my thighs, and tugged my panties to one side, my urgent, trembling fingers finding my sopping wet pussy and clit. And as I began to masturbate myself with one hand, I grabbed hold of Caleb’s thick pink dick with the other, opening my mouth wide, unfurling my tongue and slapping the hot, swollen head of his cock against it.
 

Then I closed my lips fully around it and began sucking on it, bobbing my head, while down there beneath my fingers, my clit felt bigger and more swollen than it had ever felt before.
 

After a while, I felt him begin to stiffen and grunt and I quickly pulled his cock out of my mouth, feeling a slight ache in my jaw from how wide I’d had to stretch it to fit him in.
 

I stood up once more and this time turned myself away from him, hitching my dress up around my waist, then slapping my palms against the cold glass of the window as I began to slowly, sensuously grind my ass back against his hot, twitching cock, feeling my bare buttocks working him into a state of grunting, animal arousal.
 

I thought he was going to fuck me from behind like that, but I watched his reflection in the glass with surprise and trembling nervousness as he instead knelt down behind me. I felt him tug my g-string down over my thighs and then his hot hands parted my buttocks and I felt a twinge of embarrassment, realizing that that he must be staring right at my asshole; a part of my body so private that I’d not let any boyfriends or lovers see it before now.
 

I gulped and closed my eyes and then my mind melted away as I felt Caleb’s hot wet tongue touch gently against my most private, puckered button. As his tongue ran in delicious, tantalizing circles around my tingling hole, I whimpered with pleasure, feeling him push his tongue all the way into me, fucking my behind gently with his mouth.
 

Oh god, it felt so
good.
 

I closed my eyes, lost in the moment, cupping my own breasts, scooping them free from the front of my dress and pinching my rock-hard nipples between my fingers as I ground my willing ass into his face.
 

Then his mouth moved down, his tongue flicking over my dripping pussy before coming to rest on my swollen throbbing clit hood. I felt his hands cupping my thighs, parting them further so he could gain better access to my pussy, closing his full hot lips around my clit and sucking it all the way into his mouth.
 

I cried out in a mixture of pleasure and confusion, wondering if what I was doing was wrong, but simultaneously feeling those first distant sensations of orgasm beginning to flow around my body like waves of tingling electricity.
 

He sucked on my clit, while his hands shifted back to my pussy and ass. He began toying with both of my holes simultaneously, slipping his fingers into me in this way, while his mouth remained clamped around my pussy and he knew exactly what he was doing. He played my body like an instrument, knowing when to speed up, slow down, knowing just how much pressure to apply and when, and before long I found myself cumming hard against his face, bucking and thrashing as I pushed myself against him, and I heard him too grunting with pleasure, his lips still clamped around my clit.
 

Then he stood and pressed his hot cock head against the soaking wet opening to my cunt.
 

It was time.

There was a moment’s pause and it felt like everything stood still as I heard him tearing open a condom wrapper and the soft slap of rubber on his dick.
 

And then he was inside me, his thick hot rod stretching the walls of my cunt wide open, his cock head hitting a sweet spot inside my pussy that I never even knew existed, each thrust sending a new wave of white hot pleasure through my still-trembling body.
 

I watched myself in the glass of the window, mirrored against the black night sky, my face lost in the throes of ecstasy, my mouth open, my breasts swinging free as he fucked me harder and harder, faster and faster from behind, his own face fixed in a state of pure animal lust.
 

“Oh fuck, baby!” he groaned as I ground myself even harder against him, his cock now buried all the way to the hilt inside my pussy, and I reached down between my legs and cupped his tight, hot, swollen balls, just as he exclaimed, “I’m gonna cum!”
 

I felt his cock spasming inside me and my pussy clamping hard around it, his balls twitching in my grip as he pressed himself against me from behind, both of us lost in our own instinctive pleasures.
 

§

It wasn’t as awkward afterwards as I’d imagined it might be. As I stepped back into my g-string, and smoothed down the folds of my rumpled dress, Caleb put on some jazz music on his expensive hi-fi sound system, and poured us both some drinks.
 

I joined him over on the couch, and it was only as we sat there and sipped from our glasses, that I realized I still knew absolutely nothing about him, other than that I’d experienced a moment of pure animal abandon with him.
 

He was the first to break the silence.
 

“That sure was something …”

He smiled at me, with genuine warmth, and I felt bad for having him pegged so wrong at first: as an arrogant, self-obsessed asshole. It seemed like I’d perhaps got him and Xander mixed up …

And that’s when it hit me.
That’s
who he looked like! He looked like Xander, except with a paler complexion and with blonde hair and blue eyes instead of dark brown. How in the hell had it taken me this long to work out something so obvious!

My heart was thumping as I mulled over the permutations and complications of the situation that was suddenly presenting itself to me.

Had I really worked it out?

Were they really brothers?
 

Or was I getting a little ahead of myself?
 

Either way, I had to find out; I had to find a way to ask …

“I still don’t know anything about you,” I said, quietly and seriously. “Tell me about yourself. Do you have any family?”
 

At this, he shot me a sudden, surprisingly icy glance.
 

“Not anymore,” he snapped.
 

“I’m sorry,” I said, feigning ignorance. “I hope I didn’t touch a nerve …”

“No, no. I just …” At this he stopped. “You won’t understand.”

“Try me,” I said.
 

“Okay, well, it’s kind of a long story …” he said.
 

Chapter Seventeen

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Caleb's Story

When I was a kid, I remember feeling this frustration, because everyone assumed that, due to my family's wealth, I had a nice life. But they didn't know the half of it. No one did. Let me tell you now, just because your dad's rich, doesn't mean that you actually get to see any of that money …

But I'm getting a little ahead of myself.

I grew up the youngest of two children.
 

There's Xander and then there's me. And he's only my half brother, on my father's side.
 

Xander's mother, I never met. But the rumor was that daddy beat her so hard one day, he accidentally killed her. Not that it's ever been proven. The official line is that she just upped and left, leaving him to raise Xander by himself.
 

That must have been tough on the kid, especially when my daddy remarried again. Then I came along, six years later, just enough time and distance to drive a real wedge between us. We were never that close. When I was starting kindergarten, he’d already finished it. Etc, etc. We never shared any experiences or fun when we were kids. He was always kind of aloof. Snooty. Thought he was better than everyone else.
 

As soon as I could speak, I was packed off to a private school, on the other side of the country and I only ever saw my relatives, my family, at the holidays. And at school, everyone teased me, calling me son of a billionaire and shit like that. They threatened me and ground my nose in the dirt.
 

But the thing was, I never felt like I was the son of money. I never had nothing, you understand? Apart from my school fees, daddy never gave me squat. I had less pocket money than the other kids. Less new clothes. Less everything.

All my life I've had to fight for things. Not like that brother of mine, Xander. He's the true son
 
- in daddy's eyes at least. He was always the favorite. It was so obvious. He always got what he wanted.