Tough Going (Tough Love Book 2)

by Trixie More

  The woman next to him walked on her knees closer to his head. He wondered wildly if she was about to sit on his face while she finished him off. His neck couldn’t take it. Instead, she leaned above him, her breasts, hidden behind his shirt, dangling before his eyes, and brought her hands behind his head.

  “Lift up,” she said quietly. She flicked a glance at Derrick’s mouth. “I love sucking your cock.” The words were enough to bring his arousal flooding back, thank God. She smiled at him. “Don’t worry, if you’re good, I’ll finish the job.” He sat up, keeping his sights on her fairy creature eyes. Why had he never noticed this about her? She pulled the pillows behind him, propping him up just a bit, taking all the strain off his shoulder. Her lips curved. She leaned over and whispered in his ear, her breath tickling and arousing him further. “I don’t want anything to get in the way when you start to pump.”

  That was all he needed to hear. He felt his orgasm try to break free and he gripped the base of his cock with one hand, the back of Allison’s head with the other.

  “Then you better get down there and get to work.”

  Allie’s cheeks flushed, her pupils large and dark. The crude words had aroused her wildly. He narrowed his eyes, everything in the world was this woman before him.

  “Take off your underwear,” he said, and she yanked her panties down instantly. He shoved a hand roughly between her legs. Soaked.

  “You’re a waterfall, you’re so wet.” Her eyes widened. He shoved two fingers into her cunt and pumped. “It’s running down my hand.” Her eyes rolled back a bit, and he was careful not to touch her clit. “Your button is probably swollen up like a little hazelnut, hard, plump, so ready.” She whimpered and the come dribbling down his penis brought his attention back to his own touchy situation. “But I’m not going to rub it, Allison.”

  “Ohhhh,” she moaned, “God!” She must have liked what he was doing because she resisted leaning over and rubbing herself on his hand. “Please?”

  He yanked his fingers free and grabbed the back of her head, pressing her to his dick. “Suck it.”

  She rammed her face down onto his rod and wrapped her lips around him, his fist in her hair setting the pace, each time getting his prick in a little farther until the tip was bouncing off the back of her throat and she was making choking sounds as she took him deeper and stronger. His back arched, his hips lifted and he couldn’t have stopped pumping for anything. His orgasm roared through him, and he let go of her, fisting the sheets as the come boiled up his cock. Allie kept up with him, and when the wave rolled away, she was curled on her side, lapping at his softening prick, an anxious look on her face, her thighs rubbing rhythmically against each other as she watched his face. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen, and the woman still had her shirt on. If he ever had her naked in bed with him, he might just die.

  Allison lapped at Derrick’s cock, licking it clean, tasting his sperm, learning the smell and texture and taste of his orgasm. She was on fire, his description of her clit, hard and full, had aroused her beyond belief. The crude assertiveness had brought her to the edge of orgasm with his words alone. If he didn’t touch her, she was going to have to jam her hand between her legs and do herself right now. Derrick opened his eyes and watched her lapping at him. She wiggled her thighs together. So close, she could almost bring herself off like this. Could she? She rubbed them together harder.

  His face was flushed, his eye’s dark and narrowed, his lower lip dark with his own arousal. He looked like a very dangerous god right now, despite his orgasm. He carefully placed a warm palm on her bare thigh, and she shuddered. Closer. Just with that. A part of her, standing aside from this, was amazed. His hand slid closer, so warm and rough. He cupped her mound.

  “Please,” she said. There! That did it. He grabbed her thigh and yanked her around, her cheek resting by his shin, his foot rising a few inches before her face. His hands started to work at her, and yes! A feather-light touch on her clit.

  “Gah!”

  He chuckled. Allison felt his hands around her ankles, his foot receded as she was pulled closer to him, higher on the bed. Derrick gripped her above her knees now.

  “Get yourself up on my chest,” he growled.

  “Your bruises …” she began, and she felt a sting on her ass, heard the slap of his hand. Stunned, she froze. She’d never been spanked in her life. Her clit felt enormous. Oh, my God, she liked it. She wriggled herself backward looking over her shoulder, getting her knees on either side of his ribs.

  “Far enough,” he said. “I want to use both hands.” And then he did, shoving fingers into her, flicking the fingers on one hand, one after another, playing her clit like a harp, taking her higher and not letting her go over. She bit his thigh. He bit her ass, and then the rubbing began in earnest, he had her stretched around his hand, the friction in her vagina making her wild.

  “Oh God, it’s not enough. It’s not enough,” she howled. He pushed harder into her. “No, I want your cock!” She pressed backward and was rewarded with Derrick’s wild groan behind her.

  “You’re not getting it, bitch.” He removed his fingers from her. She hung there before him, sure he could see her glistening arousal. “Oh Allie, fucking beautiful, woman. You’re pretty, all swollen and wet.”

  She felt his tongue bathe the sides of her pussy. She was so open and wanting. His thumb was still and pressed hard into her clit.

  “Stop fucking around and finish me!” she yelled. At that, she was pushed roughly to her back. Derrick was kneeling beside her, his left hand between her legs, fingers in her cooch, thumb rubbing her clit frantically.

  “Go!” he commanded, and she lifted her hips, taking the pounding, screwing her eyes closed, concentrating on the feelings storming inside her, thrashing her hips. Derrick pressed down on her lower belly with one hand. Between her legs, his fingers curled, pressed inside her, wickedly hitting that spot. The energy coiled tightly in her lower back, the sensations gathering in her clit and channel, almost there, almost there. He hit it again.

  “Guh!” She was practically sobbing.

  “I’ve got three fingers in you, woman. I want to ram you so hard you hit next Tuesday.” His voice was dark, fierce and deep.

  “Bite me,” she panted.

  He leaned down, placed his mouth over her clit. She thrashed, surely, he wouldn’t? He sucked her like a vacuum, and her orgasm roared over her, shaking her body, her hips pressing upward, hanging from his hand, and then slamming down into the bed where she just shuddered around his fingers. When she started to sob, that part of her that watches, stood aside in slack-jawed amazement. What. The. Fuck.

  Derrick watched in amazement as Allison went from clenching around his fingers to sobbing. His heart was still pounding in his chest, sympathetic adrenaline from his loving her morphing into outright terror.

  “Allie, love, are you hurt?” He crawled up closer to her, prying her hands from her face, trying to see what the matter was. Allison turned her head, covering her face, drawing her knees up to her chest. Fear stormed through him with a vengeance. Twisting, he tried to see if there was any blood on the sheets. Had he torn something with his hands? He was such an asshole!

  “Allison, are you hurt? Please, tell me right now,” he begged.

  She shook her head from side to side, a muffled “no” coming from between her fingers, while all the strength rushed out of him. She straightened her legs, rolling toward him and wrapped her arms around his thighs as she curled into him. “I’m fine, Derrick, I’m fine.” And still she sobbed, but the hiccups were easing now, getting farther apart, her lovely hips naked and pink, fluffy curls covering her face. “I’m fine.”

  Derrick brushed her hair from her face and was relieved to see the crying had stopped. Her ribs were rising and falling with the giant gulps of air she was taking. She brushed her forearm across her face and then her pale, graceful arm reached up, fingers wiggling.

  “Tissue,” she said, and now he heard th
e laughter building. “Oh, please, get me a tissue.” He looked around. He didn’t have any in the room. He got out of bed and walked naked to the bathroom, coming back with a box. He dropped it unceremoniously on the bed. His heart floundered in its attempt to return to its normal rhythm, but she seemed all right, sitting with her knees to her chest, arms folded about them, her elfin eyes looking at him over her knees, red-rimmed and yet filled with humor.

  She watched the box of tissues land and then pounced on them. When she’d restored herself, she rose up, walking on her knees across the bed to where he stood. “I’m so sorry about that.”

  “What the heck happened?”

  “I didn’t mean to scare you,” Allison glanced away. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never done that before.” A wary uncertainty crashed over him.

  “You’ve never done … what … before?”

  She looked at him sharply and laughed, eyes sparkling, the sound musical. He realized he’d never seen her just let go with laughter. “Well, I’ve certainly had sex before.” She laughed at him again and then came closer, looping her arms around his neck. He let his hands settle against the pronounced dip of her lower back, let them run down the strong and round curve of that incredible ass. “I’ve never had an orgasm so strong it brought me to tears.”

  Derrick stared at her like she’d materialized in his arms out of the ether. “Orgasm,” he repeated dumbly.

  “To tears, dude.” She smiled at him like he’d brought her a chest full of whatever the hell a woman like her dreamed of.

  “So you’re good?”

  “I’m freakin’ great,” she confirmed.

  He started to feel a little good. Maybe a little great. “I rocked your world, did I?”

  “Mind. Blown.” She made a little poofing sound and Derrick let himself smile back at her. “But I’m a little worried,” she said.

  He could tell she was teasing. “How so?”

  “I’m afraid if I ever actually get to have sex with you, it might kill me.”

  “That wasn’t sex?”

  She blushed, and the pink washed over her face. “Of course that was …” she hesitated, “sex.” She hesitated again, and he knew why. Whatever that had been, it wasn’t just sex. Game changer came to mind. “I meant if you ever put your cock inside me.”

  If you ever put your cock inside me. Derrick wished he had this woman on video, wished the words were recorded, they were so arousing. He pulled her in close to him, hands sliding up and removing the T-shirt from her. Unhooking her bra, sliding it off. “Do you want me to put my cock in you?” He leaned back so he could see all of her. She flinched a bit under his inspection, but she didn’t hide.

  Pink tongue slipping out of her mouth, licking at her lower lip, round firm breasts, nipples of rosy bronze, tight and proud: she was gorgeous. Except for the red-rimmed eyes. Derrick watched his own fingers pluck at her nipples. Watched as he flicked them, making her tits bounce a little.

  “Are you going to cry like that again?”

  “Lord, I hope so,” she breathed. He pinched her nipples hard and fast. “Ah!” Her eyes rolled back. “Uh, no, no for sure I’m not going to cry again.”

  “Good, all I want to see on your face is lust and orgasm. A smile is OK but don’t scare me again like that.”

  She smiled then and pressed her breasts against his chest and held him tight, careful to keep her face to his left shoulder and her arms below his bruises. “Derrick, I, I’m not used to this.”

  “I know, very few men can do it that well.”

  She slapped his ass. “I’m serious.”

  “There is nothing more serious than sexual prowess, woman.” He sat on the bed and moved back against the pillows she’d propped up for him just a few minutes before.

  She smiled down at him and moved over to sit next to him as he pulled the blankets up over their legs. Laying her head on his left shoulder, she smoothed the sheet over his thighs. “I’m not used to being in a relationship with someone.”

  “Are we in a relationship?” He did wonder. He felt like they were, but there was the twin feeling of a gate closing behind him.

  “I am,” she said simply. Derrick stole a glance at her. She didn’t seem scared. If that’s what they were in, fine. Whatever it was, he wasn’t leaving it. He didn’t think he could walk away from her. He thought of her, lying back on the table in her kitchen, riding his lap, her boots scrabbling on the tile, telling his father off, washing his hair and now, looking at him, snarling “bite me” and then falling to pieces in his bed. She was volatile. She was immediate and strong. A man who worked high steel should have a woman like this. Who else could handle her? And if he fell in love with her, completely and totally, the way Angelo and Rose were? He imagined the latch on the gate closing, shutting out the world and shutting Allie and him in, together. Was that what he wanted? When the gate closed, would he wake up years from then to find her a changed woman? A woman who looked at him differently than she did now? He didn’t think he could stand it.

  Derrick linked their fingers, bringing her hand to his lips. Allison swiveled on the bed and kissed him softly, but he couldn’t stop his thoughts.

  “You want to share our food with Ben?”

  Derrick’s head spun at the change in topic. She was thinking of Ben? That was so wrong.

  “Uh, Ben can feed himself,” he said. He gave her his best I-think-you’re-crazy look. “You should stay on my side of this apartment.”

  She smiled at him. “I’m going to heat the food up,” she said cheerfully, and then he got to enjoy the sight of all that luscious round bottom walking away.

  The room smelled like sex. Allison bent over and ran her fingers through her hair, enjoying the dull ache between her legs. Standing and tossing her hair back over her shoulders, she smiled to herself at the memory of him pounding his fingers into her. Would Ben smell it on them when they emerged? The thought made her wrinkle her nose. She curled her hair around a fist, holding it up while she looked for something to stick through the messy bun. She noticed a yellow pencil on Derrick’s dresser.

  She looked over her shoulder at the incredible man still propped up in his bed. “Can I use this?” She waggled the pencil at him. He nodded, and she found herself mesmerized by the sheer physical structure of his neck, columns of muscle bracketing the sides, and also contemplating the bruising on that beautiful and vulnerable place. He might be as strong as an ox, but in the end, he was a man, and someone had come very close to permanently injuring him, sending his life careening off on a new trajectory, with the single swing of a bat. She narrowed her eyes at him.

  “I think they used a baseball bat.”

  Derrick looked at her, his eyes cautious. “On me?”

  “Yes.” She looked around and saw her bra by the bed. When she stepped near and leaned over to pick it up, he played with her breast.

  “Don’t put that on yet.” She straightened, and he drew her closer to the bed, swung his legs over the side, and pulled her into the V of them, nuzzling against her. She felt herself tingling in response, her pussy surely becoming more swollen. “I’m already regretting not doing this,” he murmured as he licked her. Holding his head to her chest, Allison let her head tip back. He pulled her down onto his thigh so he could reach her neck. Every nerve ending fired to life. Her brain floundered, but one glance at the purple and maize blossoming across his shoulder got her thinking.

  “Didn’t they tell you at the hospital?”

  He shook his head against her. She pushed him back, and he reluctantly looked her in the eyes. One arm tucked around her back, the other hand fiddling with her nipples, she was so turned on again, she almost gave up on getting him to talk about it, but he surprised her.

  “They asked me what I thought it was and I told them a gun.” He’d been staring at his hand on her breasts, but now he cut a quick glance at her face. She reached down and stilled his fingers against her skin.

  “Why would you say that?” Hi
s warm hand slid down to her belly and rested there.

  “Because I heard one being cocked.”

  Allison remained still, looking into Derrick’s dark coffee eyes.

  “Behind me.” He looked away, gaze unfocused. “I interrupted … something. I was at George’s garage, focused on getting into his office. Somebody hit me from behind. I wasn’t expecting it, I wound up on my knees. The guy in the office ran out and then, as I was trying to get up, I heard a click. I thought it was a gun being cocked. I froze.” He looked at Allison, and she let out a breath.

  “My God.” Her heart was a block of ice in her chest. Her hands were moving over his neck and shoulders, seemingly moving of their own accord, she couldn’t figure out where to set them, running them lightly up to his jaw and then finally, just stroking his hair, short and smooth. She kissed him gently then, exploring his mouth, taking her time, moving slower and slower, feeling the muscle of his full lower lip. Her fingers explored the firm set of his jaw, that slight underbite that gave him a stubborn expression, pressing lightly against the skin on his lip, the parting, the opening of his mouth, the pressure of his tongue, thick and wet, against hers, the feel of his chest rising and falling, so evenly. He was as substantial as a building, and like a building, he could be brought low. It wouldn’t be an easy thing, it wasn’t even a likely thing, but the deed could be done. She climbed forward. Widening her legs, she straddled him, pressing him back into the mattress, curling herself over him, cupping his face, gently kissing his mouth, the unbruised side of his jaw, returning to his mouth over and over again, unwilling to stop. Her nose burned, her skin tightened and then, the tears came for the second time that day, slow, fat drops, sliding silently from her eyes to drop onto his face. Beneath her, he groaned and turned her so that they were lying on their sides facing each other. His injured half up, he kept his right hand on her hip, his firm mouth brushing over her eyes, pushing her tears away.