by Bella Emy
Fuck, at this point, she can ask me for the world, and I’ll fucking get it for her if it means I get to continue pleasing her as often as we will get the chance. With Lauren now steadily dating this new guy, I have a feeling Ellie and I will have a ton of opportunities.
“What’s that, sweetheart?” I ask, waiting to hear what her request is.
“If I agree to this, I want to be the only girl you’re screwing. I don’t want to be just a side chick when your other girls aren’t available and you only want me when no one else is around.”
Damn, this girl has no idea the lengths I’d go to to get a chance with her. If I can fuck Ellie without it being a problem for either one of us, then I won’t have to seek out any other chicks. I was only screwing Natasha to get Ellie out of my mind because I didn’t think I’d ever get to fuck her again. Now that I know Ellie is down to fuck, I don’t need any other chicks. Ellie is the only one I wanted, anyway.
“Sweetheart, you don’t have to worry about that. I don’t need to fuck any other chicks if I’m sleeping with you. You are exactly what I need, and I don’t want to sleep with anyone else.”
A smile forms on her face from ear-to-ear letting me know she’s more than satisfied with my answer.
“Okay then, D. We can do this.”
I give her one of my famous smirks I just know she loves by the way she looks at me every time I do. I’m more than ready to get this plan in motion right here, right now.
I lean in closer to her and wrap my arms around her. “Mmm, perfect, baby. We’ll just keep us… between the sheets.” I grab the bedsheet and bring it over our heads. She giggles once more.
I nod. “No one has to know, including Lauren. We’ll just keep it between me and you.”
“Okay,” she answers, smiling.
I move above her and position myself right at her core, placing a kiss on her pussy lips. She gently squirms.
I love the way her pussy smells, so sweet and appetizing. I inhale deeply and then give it another kiss.
“Derek, what are you doing?” she giggles through a moan.
“I’m taking a whiff of the sweetest kitten I’ve ever tasted. I love how you smell and how you taste, baby…”
She giggles, squirming some more. “Hey, D?”
“Yes, baby?” I run my hands over her thighs; her skin’s so soft.
“I’m ready to get our agreement under way.” Oh fuck, she’s just as horny as I am and is already more than willing to go at it again. This plan is going to work out better than I thought.
I can’t stop myself from chuckling softly.
“What’s so funny?” she asks with a devilish smirk.
“It’s nothing,” I lie. “I was just thinking of something.” Well, at least that part is true… I am thinking of something.
She gives me a look that says if I didn’t tell her now, it’s off with my head.
“Okay, Okay. I’m just saying… now I understand why you love reading those raunchy romance novels so much.”
She gasps. “What?! They’re not raunchy... well, okay… maybe just a little,” she giggles. Coming back down to Earth, she continues, “Hey! What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re a freak, sweetheart... and I love it. I can’t wait to do you all over again.” I grab her then and laugh as I dive right into the sweetest part of her. I place my tongue on her lips, teasingly before licking and sucking on her clit. She writhes and instantly begins to moan for me once more.
19
Ellie
The last couple of weeks have been utterly amazing, to say the least. I had agreed to keep things between Derek and I on the down low, so every time Lauren would sneak away, we’d take advantage and hop into either his bed or mine.
The bedroom wasn’t the only place where we’d get down to business, though. The living room, the kitchen, and the back of his shop were also some of my favorite spots to get down and dirty with Derek. It didn’t matter to me where as long as I got some of him.
Anyway, thinking back to New Year’s Eve sends shivers down my spine all over again. Whenever I reminisce about that night and then waking up wrapped up in Derek’s bed, in his arms the following morning, sends my heart rate racing. His arms holding me make me feel so safe, and he’s so damn good at making a woman feel fucking worshipped. God damn, never have I ever been with a guy who has cherished every inch of my body–I’m talking about every little single nook and cranny–the way he does. I had so desperately wanted to go at it again with him even though we had just fucked so much, literally ringing in the new year with a bang. If he hadn’t made the first move, I think I eventually would have. I’m glad he did, though, because I don’t want him to think of me as one of those cheap hoes he was used to sleeping with. I may be a horny bitch, but I swear it’s really only when he’s around. Never did I ever want Shaun this much.
Speaking of Shaun, I had used the excuse of it being too soon after him when Derek mentioned he wasn’t a relationship guy. I had told him I wasn’t looking for a relationship right now, either. Of course, I wasn’t looking for one, but that didn’t mean that if the right guy came along, I wouldn’t go for it. I would. I don’t want to spend the rest of my life alone. If D wasn’t so against relationships, and if he wasn’t so much of a player, I certainly wouldn’t mind being in one with him. He definitely was good looking, and fuck, did he know how to own my body. Damn!
And, of course, it would help if he weren’t Lauren’s brother. But it doesn’t matter. He’s not looking to be in a relationship with me.
I just love how we mesh together, and our sexual chemistry is through the roof. The sex is more than amazing. It’s breathtaking, Earth-shattering, mind-altering, even. And not for nothing, but we have basically christened the entire apartment – all but save for one room, and that was Lauren’s. There’s no way I’d have sex with him in there. I don’t care if I knew she’d be gone for days at a time, taking long weekends whenever she could with Kev. I was just not ready to take that chance and get caught somehow.
What if we’d be careless and left a sock, or an earring of mine were to fall off? These were all the things that could possibly go wrong and have her wondering how the hell Derek’s boxers ended up in her room. She knew he never went in there really, and being that she was well aware of his crazy sex life, of course she’d think he had brought a girl home and ended up screwing her in her room. Would she ever connect me to that? Hopefully not, but that’s exactly why I won’t be taking that chance.
But like I said, as long as I get my fix of King D, I don’t really give a fuck that I can’t—or won’t, rather—screw him in her room.
“Earth to Ellie, Earth to Ellie. Come in, Ellie.”
“Huh? What?” Shit. I must have been spacing out. I’m sitting at my desk at work, and my boss is staring at me with his hands crossed across his chest. “Oh, I’m sorry, Mr. Sanders.”
He chuckles. “It’s quite alright, Ellie. Just wanted to let you know I’m on my way out. I’m meeting the Missus for a movie date.”
I smile. It’s Friday night, and I think it’s so cute that even after being married for nearly forty years, Mr. Sanders and his wife are still very much in love and are determined to keep the romance alive.
“Enjoy your evening, Mr. Sanders,” I say, nodding.
“Thank you, dear. Have a wonderful weekend. And Ellie?”
“Yes, Mr. Sanders?”
“Say hello to that special someone from me,” he winks at me, tipping his hat and heads out the door.
My eyes widen. Is it that obvious that I’m thinking about a certain someone and everything he makes me feel when he touches me? Fuck, I need to cool it. I don’t think my boss would ever fire me, he adores me after working for him for so long, but I don’t want to seem like I’m being disrespectful and not working, either.
I decide the best thing to do is pull out my phone and send Derek a quick text.
Me: Tonight. You & me. In my bed ;)
I put my p
hone down and wait to see if he’ll respond back. Sometimes he does right away. If he’s at the gym or at the shop not busy doing any tattoos, he will get back to me soon. Lauren has plans tonight with Kev. He’s taking her to a restaurant in the neighborhood he grew up in and then they’re catching a late-night movie. I’ve been planning to screw Derek’s brains out since she had first told me she’d be going out with her man, and I couldn’t wait. I’ve been practically counting down the minutes since Monday.
Two seconds later, my phone vibrates and dings, indicating a text back.
D: Damn, baby. I can’t wait. I’ll be home by 6 tonight. Danny can close up.
Me: I’ll be ready and waiting in bed. Under the sheets. Naked.
Derek texts back three heart-eyed love emojis as quickly followed by three eggplant emojis.
He makes me giggle. I respond back with my own kissing face emojis.
D: Fuck, Ellie. I can’t wait, baby girl.
Me: Me too, King D. Me, too <3
I know he loves it when I call him King D. He told me so the last time when he was on top of me, slamming into me, as I bit his bottom lip. “No one does it like you do. Fuck me, King D,” I had said.
“Damn, baby. I love it when you call me that. Makes me crazy,” he breathed, forcing himself into me. The more I called him it, the harder he hit it, and that was exactly what I wanted.
D: Oh, you must really want me to slam it, baby. You got it.
A smile forms on my face. My pussy tingles with thoughts of Derek pounding me on the bed. I need some more of him tonight or I’m going to go crazy. Lauren better be ready to go once I step foot inside the house because as soon as I get there, I’m stripping down, showering, and waiting for Derek in the naughtiest and sluttiest piece of lingerie that I own.
I walk in through the door around 5:45 p.m. expecting to see Lauren putting her coat on and getting ready to leave for her dinner-date with Kev, but instead, I hear her pacing about in the kitchen. What the hell? Why isn’t she busy getting ready to leave?
“Hey!” I call out, placing my coat on the coatrack. I walk into the living room and drop my purse onto one of the couches… one of the couches where D and I had gotten intimate on more times than I can count now. Yum. I bite down on my bottom lip, and wish he was here with me now, screwing me senseless, like he always does so well.
I peek into the kitchen just in time to see Lauren in an apron. There she is, pulling a tray containing something that smells delicious and mouth-watering out of the oven. Holy heavens… it smells incredible, and my stomach begins to grumble.
She places the tray to the left side of the stove on top of a marble potholder and spins around to meet my gaze. “Ells, you’re home!”
I furrow my brows. “Yeah. What are you doing?”
I really want to ask her why the fuck she’s not already out the door, but I don’t want to be rude. This is her apartment, after all.
She pulls her apron off and smacks her hands together. She is not at all dressed in what she had shown me last night that she was meant to wear tonight for her date with Kevin. “Well, there has been a change of plans,” she begins with an all-too eager smile.
Oh, no. She’s not going out with Kevin. I’m going to cry. I wonder if I can meet D in the back of his shop after closing time.
“You’re not seeing Kev?” I ask.
She shakes her head and motions for me to sit down. What the hell is going on?
“Oh, I am. Sit,” she says.
I take a seat on one of the couches and she joins me, sitting across from me.
“What’s up?” I question, wondering what in the world is happening for her to have changed her plans. And cooking? Lauren hardly ever cooks, let alone something that smells so great.
“Well, I was talking to Kev earlier, and we thought it was time for you and D to meet him,” she says with a nervous smile, obviously waiting for me to respond.
“Tonight?” I ask. Wow. I’m such a moron.
Obviously tonight, Tweedle Dum.
Her mouth drops open and her eyebrows furrow together. “Uh, yeah. Tonight, Ells. As a matter of fact, he should be he–,” she’s instantly cut off by the ringing of the doorbell.
Lauren jumps up, and without even realizing it, I do the same. Fuck. This is not good. I have other plans that need attending. I need to get in touch with D and have him pretend like he’s stuck at the shop because his car broke down… then maybe I can tell her he called me saying he needs a ride home so I can sneak out and meet him in the back of the tattoo shop. One way or another, I’m hopping on Derek’s dick tonight!
“That’s him!” Lauren announces with a wide opened grin from ear-to-ear. “Quick, how do I look?”
“You look great, bestie,” I respond.
She tilts her head to the side as she looks at me with adoration. “Thanks, Ells. He’s going to love you just as much as I do. I just hope you approve of him, too.”
“Aww, of course, I will, Lauren. Look at how happy he’s made you. I already approve of him, you know that.”
She leans in and places a kiss on my cheek before heading over to the intercom. “Hello?” she asks, pressing the “Talk” button.
“Hey, babe. It’s Kev,” a deep voice sounds.
“Okay, love.” She presses the other button sounding the buzzer, allowing him to enter the building.
“This is it,” she turns to me, waiting for the inevitable knocks on the door that I know will soon come.
I smile at her reassuringly. When she turns her gaze, I sneak my phone out of my pocket and quickly shoot Derek a text.
Me: Change of plans. Lauren’s home. Pretend your car broke down and say you need me to pick you up in about 20 mins. Hurry, D.
I shove the phone back in my pocket just in time. Three knocks sound on the front door. She turns back to face me, and I nod my head, willing her to open it.
As she unlocks it and pulls it open, my eyes land on the man who has stolen my best friend’s heart. He quickly meets Lauren with a kiss and practically sweeps her off her feet. Sure, I had seen pictures of him, and while he had appeared to be good looking, it didn’t do him justice. He’s tall, probably around six-foot-four or so, dark brown slicked back hair, clean shaven, and dimples as he smiles. When his dark eyes meet mine, his face lights up, and he walks inside the apartment.
“Ah, this must be the famous Ellie I have heard so much about! It’s so nice to finally meet you. I’m Kevin,” he says, extending his hand. “But you can call me Kev.”
I smile and take it. “Pleasure to finally meet you, Kev. I’ve heard so much about you, too.”
“All good things, I hope,” he says as he looks over at Lauren.
She’s definitely smitten and on cloud nine. She’s giggling like a teenager with her first crush. It’s pretty cute to see her so in love with this man.
“Only the best,” I say, bringing his gaze back to me. “Please sit,” I say.
“Thanks,” he answers, taking a seat on the couch. His head turns to face Lauren once more and he pats the sofa, motioning for her to sit next to him.
Lauren walks over and sits beside him. She’s fucking glowing. I should get a picture of the two of them tonight. She’ll love that.
Shit. All this cuteness almost made me forget I was waiting on D’s response. I look over at the two lovebirds and notice they’re in their own world. I take advantage of this moment and pull my phone back out from my pocket. Still no text back from Derek. Fuck. He must be busy or with a client still.
C’mon, D. Respond back, and let me know you’re down with me pretending to come pick you up.
“You want something to drink, baby?” I hear Lauren ask.
“Sure, sweetheart. Anything you bring me is perfect.”
She smiles at him and gets up to get him a drink.
“So, Ellie,” he says, and I slide my phone back into my pocket. “Lauren tells me you work for a copier company?”
I take a seat across from him. He seem
s like a nice guy, but right now, I’m not really in the mood to small talk. I really just want to get the hell out of here and run into Derek’s arms.
“Yes, I do. Kind of boring, but it pays the bills, you know?”
He smiles politely and nods. “Yeah. I do.”
Lauren walks back in with a bottle of Heineken and hands it to him. “Here you go, baby.”
“Thanks, doll,” he responds.
She takes her seat back down next to him as he sips his beer. When he pulls it away from his lips, he turns to her and asks, “Baby, what’s the intoxicating scent… it’s making me hungrier than I already am.”
Lauren’s face beams up. “I made some baked ziti with chicken… your favorite.”
Holy crap. She had fucking outdone herself. Already making him his favorite dishes. She was sure to keep this one around for a while. Way to go, bestie.
“Say, where’s your brother, love? I’ve been looking forward to finally meeting him, too,” Kev asks.
“Derek should be home shortly. He usually leaves work early on Friday nights to start the weekend,” Lauren answers.
At the mention of Derek’s name, my body instantly reacts. It’s like he’s got some type of magic or hold over me. My legs bounce up and down nervously, squeezing together to comfort my aching clit. It needs his touch.
As if on cue, I hear a key being inserted into the door, and before I know it, it swings open. There’s Derek, all of the perfection that he is, wrapped up in one. God damn, he looks so fucking good. He’s got on a black sweater over denim blue jeans with khaki-colored Timberland boots. I lick my top lip, but instantly stop myself before someone sees me.
Calm down, Ellie.
He has yet to notice us as he hangs his hat on the coatrack. “She gone yet?” he yells.
“Who?” Lauren asks.