Chapter Thirteen
Jenna
This is really happening. We’re going to have sex. Holy shit. No more imagining what it would be like. I’d soon know how good it felt to have him pressed on top of me, his hands all over me, his mouth, tongue, and teeth working against me.
My heart pounded so hard that I was afraid Derek could hear it in the stillness of the house. The sun had yet to rise outside. Darkness clouded my vision, but Derek led me through the dark expertly. Self-doubt filled me, but I pushed it back. I wanted this, so damn badly.
The sound of crickets chirping reached my ears when Derek ushered me through a door. He shut it gently before locking it for good reason. Owen had a sneaky ability to walk in at the worst times. Neither one of us wanted to see that devastated and confused face again.
I gazed around the room while I tried to force myself to cool down a bit. Every inch of my skin was on fire, my panties were wet, and my nipples were budded. I felt the heat radiating off me. A hazy lust settled in my brain while I took in the dark shapes of what appeared to be a dresser, a few nightstands, curtains fluttering in the morning breeze, and a large king-sized bed. The smell of Derek, a familiar fresh smell of cut grass and cologne, filled the air. It felt so intimate, almost too intimate, to be standing in his room.
Strong hands slithered around my waist before curving down to grip my hips tightly. Derek’s body brushed up against mine as he leaned down and pressed his lips to my neck before licking up to my ear. There was no resisting him. His teeth nipped at a particularly sensitive spot below my ear, and I bit my lip to stifle a moan in response as he pulled me flush against him. The thick press of his cock against the curve of my ass was delicious, demanding.
Derek trailed hot kisses down my neck before coming back up. My knees wobbled slightly when he breathed into my ear. “You can be quiet, right?”
“That depends,” I said breathlessly. “How hard do you plan on making it to stay quiet?”
He chuckled deeply. I felt the vibrations in his chest against my back. The hair on the back of my neck rose as Derek’s hand slid up from my hip to cup my breast, the other running down my stomach and sliding into my panties to toy with me.
“Very hard,” he whispered, nipping at my earlobe. “I can promise you that. You’re so fucking wet. Delicious.”
I cried out softly as he rocked against me, his fingers feeling so good as they teased my clit.
“More,” I whispered, and I cupped my hand over his, wanting him inside me.
“Anything you want, Jenna.” He ran his finger through my folds and pressed in a little as I arched my back and whimpered softly. “Shhh, baby. Keep it down.”
“I’m trying.” I rolled my hips, wanting to massage his cock as he played along my wetness.
A cord of desire had been tied to the two of us, and the harder we pulled away, the closer it brought us together. Nothing could stop us now. I wouldn’t let it. I needed him too badly.
Derek ran his hand from my breast up to my throat, cupping me just under the chin as he forced me to look back at him. His lips found mine in the dark for another passionate kiss through our panting. He coaxed me into spin around so that we could face each other, the movement leaving me a little dizzy and standing on wobbly knees.
I arched up into him eagerly when his hands slowly made their way down the slope of my back to gather the hemline of my sleeping shirt. “I want this off.”
“Then take it off.” I lifted my hands above my head, and he pulled it off and tossed it into the abyss of darkness surrounding us before cupping my breasts and kneading them softly.
“Beautiful.” He leaned down and brushed his lips over my soft skin, licking at the tight buds he had helped to create.
Wetness coated my legs, and pleasure shot through me as he dragged his lips down the slope of my chest to suckle at me until my knees threatened to give out.
He cupped one of my breasts, taking his time to adore it as he brushed the back of his fingers down my stomach again and played along the side of my panties. I had to bite the inside of my lip in futile effort to keep quiet. I clenched the fabric of Derek’s shirt when I felt those fingers start a sinful rhythm that instantly made my skin pull tight against my body.
“So ready for me,” Derek mumbled against my breast, and then he straightened back up to press a quick kiss to my lips. “Get on the bed and lie back for me, Jenna.”
I didn’t protest. I couldn’t.
I took a few steps back until I felt the edge of his bed hit the back of my legs. Derek guided me into a reclined position with my legs dangling off the side. He shimmied the fabric of my underwear down my thighs. I leaned up on my elbows in confusion when I felt him disappear for a moment.
“Derek?” I called out in whisper. “What are you—oh.”
Nothing could have prepared me for the moment he lowered himself to his knees and ran his strong fingers over my thighs. A liquid rush of hot pleasure raced across my center as he worked his tongue against me, opening me up and lapping at me in slow, methodical motions.
“Fuck,” I moaned and spread my legs farther, finding no shame in my need. He was beautiful, and for the night, he was mine.
I was utterly powerless against him as he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue rolling around the swollen bud of nerves before flicking it back and forth. I needed penetration, but I was too timid to ask for it.
“You want more, don’t you?” he whispered across my skin, and I whimpered my answer, feeling almost helpless to the power he had over me. I couldn’t even think straight. He pressed two thick fingers into me and rolled them before pulling out and working them into me again.
I searched desperately for something to grab ahold of to keep myself grounded against the onslaught. Every brush of his tongue and fingers brought me so dangerously close to that edge that I squirmed against him shamelessly for release. The muscles in my lower stomach quivered in anticipation as he picked up the pace and glanced up, locking eyes with me as he licked and sucked at my center.
“So close,” I said, burying my fingers in the soft strands of his hair. I lifted my hips, willing to play whore if I could simply have more of him.
A tingling sensation grabbed me captive, and bright lights danced in front of my eyes. I shoved my fist into my mouth to stifle the scream of release that ripped through my throat. It came barreling down through me hard and fast. I dug my teeth into the skin of my hand while tears stung the back of my eyes against the hot sensation filling every inch of my body. I jerked and rocked my hips against him as he drank me down, using everything he had to force me to ride the high for as long as it might last.
I collapsed and pulled my hand from my mouth as I panted loudly. “I’m sorry. That was so damn good.”
“Yeah, you were, Jenna.” He smiled and reached to run his hand between my breasts. “You are good at keeping quiet,” Derek said, amusement lacing his voice. “I was afraid you might bite your hand off though.”
I blinked away the saltiness of tears in my eyes while I tried to regather myself from the panting mess I was. The metallic taste of blood and the throbbing of my hand alerted me that I had done some damage to it.
“I think I did,” I replied breathlessly. “Damn…you’re good at that. Ridiculously good at it.”
“I pride myself on it. I enjoy it—a lot.”
A shiver raced through me. “I’d be proud of myself too if I was good at that.”
“It’s not over yet, lover,” he said. “Don’t take this offensively, but I knew I had to get you off before we continued. I’m not going to last very long. I’ve been waiting too long to touch you, to taste you, to fuck you.”
“I’m touched,” I said, and I was touched. Leon had never cared about any pleasure besides his own. Derek’s words were naughty, though, just enough so to have me on the edge of desire again as my body pulsed.
I felt him moving about in the dark, followed by the sound of jeans being unzipped. Moments later, his naked, hot body was pressed up against mine. He scooped me up effortlessly in his strong arms, leaving everything right in the world. Goosebumps covered my skin as he pressed me to the bed and rolled his hips, pressing the thick head of his cock against my entrance.
Strong arms braced themselves on either side of my head, and I was utterly pinned and safe at the same time.
“You’re still okay with this, right?” Derek whispered from above me before leaning down and brushing his lips softly over mine.
I wrapped my legs around his waist tightly in response to the question and tried hard not to lift my hips and force more of him inside me. Oral sex was delicious, but I wanted to feel him forcing his way in, opening me up like a flower and working me until he found his own orgasm.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered and pressed my heel against his perfect ass.
He let out a trembling breath as he slid fully inside me, the fit snug, tight, and delicious. I dug my fingernails into his forearms to adjust to the intrusion, not willing to move, though, when the stretching and burning gave out to pleasure.
He set a deep and slow rhythm until I lifted my hips to parry his thrusts, craving something deeper and more powerful. Derek leaned down to kiss me again before letting out a harsh growl against my lips. He increased the rhythm and depth as pleasure quickly built between us.
Pants and moans escaped my lips despite my best efforts to keep quiet. I couldn’t help myself against the feeling of Derek’s body sliding against mine, his hips thrusting, his thick cock burrowing into me roughly. The tingling sensation started in between my legs again. I looked up at Derek moving above me in the dark, shadows dancing across his face. His jaw was clenched shut while his eyes were closed as well against the pleasure contorting his face.
He thrust two more times before bright lights consumed me. Derek stiffened against me with a low, throaty groan before collapsing against me.
I traced errant patterns with my fingertips on the sweaty skin of his strong back while I tried to calm the pounding in my heart, relishing the feeling of our sated bodies against each other. Our pants eventually slowed to normal breathing. Daylight was beginning to slip through the bedroom window.
Derek stirred first against me. “We better get up before Owen does,” he said, and he slipped away from me a second later, his demeanor changing completely.
The mattress dipped as he sat down on the edge, rubbing a hand through his hair. I resisted the urge to reach out and touch him again. Something about his shift in persona warned me that touching was out of the question now. His spine was stiff as he turned to look at me with conflicted eyes.
“We probably shouldn’t have done that,” he said quietly.
My throat clenched. I didn’t expect Derek to be the romantic type of guy who liked to snuggle after sex, but the abrupt change in his attitude stung more than I cared to admit. This was the worst time to start regretting what had happened.
I sat up, completely naked and still sweaty. The warm summer air washed over me in a welcoming breeze.
“Please don’t start regretting it,” I said. “It’s done and over with. There’s no—”
“I never said it was because I regretted it,” Derek interjected smoothly. “I meant that I know I’m not going to be able to stop now that I’ve had you. That’s what I meant.”
He turned to give me a pointed look. My cheeks flushed when I realized he didn’t regret it. He just wanted me even more. The thought felt thrilling and a bit dangerous at the same time. The last time—
I shut that thought down before it could bloom. Leon isn’t here. Leon isn’t a part of this.
“Oh,” I murmured softly, and I reached forward to touch his shoulder gently. “That’s not a bad thing. I won’t complain.”
I felt the tension in Derek’s shoulders lessen under my fingers. He reached up to touch them lightly before letting his hand drop.
“I have my son to think about,” he said.
My heart jerked just thinking about Owen’s crestfallen face when he had stumbled upon us kissing. He truly had no idea why things were the way they were, but he felt it more than his parents. I only could imagine how traumatized he was over being split between his parents.
“We’ll think of something,” I said. “I’m not looking for a huge commitment either, you know. I just got out of a shitty relationship, and I need some time to figure things out too.”
“What do you suggest then?”
I chewed on my bottom lip in contemplation for a bit. “Maybe we could keep it quiet until we figure things out?”
Derek was quiet while he thought over the suggestion. He eventually turned around to face me in the pale morning light. It gave me another full-frontal view of how sinfully built he was, from his flat stomach and toned muscles to those tattoos in various places.
“That’s not a bad idea if you’re fine with it,” he said.
“No problems with it,” I said, shrugging absently. “So, we have a deal then? Keep it on the down low basically?”
Derek’s lips curved up in amusement. He reached forward to cup my cheek tenderly in the palm of his hand. One of his thumbs brushed against my cheekbone.
“I don’t know how well this will work, but I already know that I won’t ever want it to stop. That’s why I resisted for so long.”
I leaned into the palm of his hand, savoring his calloused skin against mine.
“Me too,” I whispered. “Me too.”