Erased

by Elle Christensen

  I could feast on her tits all night, but I’m a man on a mission. I stand back up and remove her sexy-as-hell shoes before grabbing the waistband of the garter belt and panties, pulling them down in one swift move, removing everything, including the thigh highs. Naked, she’s even more spectacular than she was in the lingerie. Her dark hair is spread out around her head, her breasts bouncing from her erratic breathing, and her bare—hell yeah—pussy is glistening and oh so ready for my talented tongue.

  I grab her under the ass and pull her to the edge of the bed. Then I bend each leg and set one foot on each side of her, opening her wide for me.

  “Holy fuck. If only you could see what I see.” I don’t wait for her to respond. I just drop to my knees.

  I don’t have the patience for teasing this time—I need to hear her screaming my name. So I immediately lick her deep from bottom to top, circle the swollen bud, and then suck it deep into my mouth. She moans in pleasure and her hands fist the blankets at her sides but I need more, I want her wild and writhing. Another long lick up then back down, where I plunge my tongue inside her. Lifting my head, I blow lightly on her heated clit.

  “I want to hear you, baby.”

  She whimpers.

  Lick. Suck.

  “Let me hear you.”

  Lick. Suck.

  She moans louder this time.

  “That’s right, baby. I want to hear how much you want my mouth on you, in you.” I continue with the same pattern, but add a thrust of my tongue before it slides back up, giving her a small preview of the way my cock will be pounding into the heat of her pussy.

  “More.” Her voice is so soft that I almost don’t hear her.

  “What?”

  “More!” she yells.

  Hot damn.

  I do what she asks and eat her out with more intensity. She lets go of the sheets and threads her fingers in my hair, holding me in place.

  I am not fucking going anywhere.

  Her hands are grasping tight and I feel the sting on my scalp, but it only turns me on even more.

  I attack her pussy, keeping up a frantic pace. When she is thrashing on the bed, I finally pull her clit into my mouth and suck it. Hard. Then I hum a little and flick it with my tongue while sucking it down deep. Her body clenches, and her voice screaming my name washes over me, adding gasoline to the fire roaring inside me.

  I work her continuously through another orgasm before I stop, then lick up all the excess honeyed sugar that is unique to her. As descend from the peak, I stand and quickly strip off my clothes before climbing on the bed and pushing her up high, where she can easily reach the headboard, and lift her hands to grasp on.

  “Hold on, baby. Don’t let go.”

  She doesn’t question me. Just does what I ask of her. Once she is gripping tight and spreads her legs wide, I run the tip of my tongue over her bare pussy, getting it wet with her juices.

  “I’m not going to be gentle, Cupcake. I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.”

  She squirms and whimpers again but doesn’t disagree with me. I lean over and take her mouth in a deep, deep kiss. Then, after tearing my mouth away, I take each leg under her knees and bring them to her chest before slamming inside her so hard that the bed hits the wall. She’s squeezing me tight and I’m consumed by the feel of her, each thrust pounding the bed into the wall as our skin slaps together.

  “You feel fucking amazing.” I grip her knees and shift to go a little deeper, thrust a little harder, a little faster. I’m not going to last. This feels unlike any other time with her. I feel her in every nerve ending, in every single pulse of my cock.

  “Derek. Yes!”

  “So.” Thrust “Fucking.” Thrust. “Incredible.”

  “Yes!” Her screams are ripping from her throat and bouncing off the walls.

  When I feel her pussy start to tighten, I know she’s almost there. I inch forward, pressing in even deeper, and then put my head down to suck a nipple into my mouth while moving one hand to her clit. I circle once. Then, with one deep thrust, I pinch her clit and she breaks apart. The sight of her coming is so fucking hot that I go off like a rocket.

  “Fuck yes, baby!” I roar as my world blows apart. I’m absolutely shattered.

  While I come down from my orgasm, I give a few more lazy thrusts to ride out the wave. Finally, I drop her legs to either side of her and collapse on top, keeping most of my weight on my forearms so that I don’t crush her. Then I bury my head in her neck and inhale the sweet aroma of her vanilla scent mixed with the smell of sex.

  She lets go of the headboard and runs her fingers through my hair. “That was . . .” She doesn’t seem to have the words.

  “I agree.”

  When she giggles at my response, I want to lift up and soak in her beautiful smile, but I am utterly spent.

  “You’re mine, baby. You know that, right?” I try to keep the insecurity out of my voice.

  She continues to slowly massage my scalp as she whispers, “Yes, Derek. I’m yours.”

  Somehow, I find the strength I need to raise my head and watch her eyes when she answers my next question.

  “You know I’ll always protect you, right? No matter what. Whatever I have to do.”

  Her eyes search mine and I know she is seeing some of my anxiety, but she doesn’t bring it up.

  “I do, Derek. I know you will never let anything happen to me.”

  I breathe a sigh of relief at her admission and drop my head once again to her neck. After another deep inhale, I roll onto my back, tightening my arms and taking her with me so that I stay buried in her. She lays her head on my chest and draws lazy little circles around my nipples.

  “Thank you for such a wonderful surprise, Derek. Playing at that church was something I needed.” She puts her arms around me and gives a little squeeze. Then she returns her hands to my chest.

  I feel myself stir inside her. Well, damn. Despite having come, I haven’t gone completely soft, and her wandering hands have my cock jumping to attention.

  “You’re very welcome, baby. If this is the kind of reward I get, you can expect surprises like that often.” I feel her smile against my skin and my damn dick twitches again.

  “Seems like you think I ought to thank you again.” She wiggles a little to let me know she’s aware of my growing arousal.

  I reach down and grab her ass, holding her still. “If you want to be able to get out of bed tomorrow, I suggest you knock it off, Cupcake.”

  I hear another soft giggle before she rocks into me. With a mind of their own, my hips rise to meet her. She’s not laughing anymore.

  “Fuck, I need you again, baby.” I think about letting her ride me, but tonight, I need to be in control. I need to prove to her, and myself, that I’m strong enough, that I’m capable of protecting what’s mine. My hips piston up again, and she lets out a long, lusty moan.

  “Fuck me, Derek.”

  Her words light another frenzy in me. I pull out quickly and she whimpers in protest. But I swiftly flip her to her stomach and lift her hips in the air then thrust back into her.

  “Yes, Derek!” She screams.

  I grab her hips and speed up the pace, my desire for her quickly spiraling out of control.

  “I could live in your pussy, baby.” I’ve learned that talking dirty to her sets her off, making her wild, and I’m not disappointed. She throws her head back in ecstasy and shoves her ass back to meet my rough thrusts. “All that wet heat surrounding me. I’m going to fuck you until you have no voice left to scream.”

  Her body convulses and she screams my name. It’s my new favorite sound, and with her pussy sucking on my cock, I feel as though I’ve died and gone to Heaven.

  She’s just on the cusp and I decide to push her over. Pulling almost all the way out, I raise my hand, and slap her ass before driving into her again. Her head flies up in shock, and when she looks at me over her shoulder, I search her eyes to make sure she’s okay with
it. But, I don’t see fear, instead, I see an even more frantic lust swirling in her blue eyes.

  “Did you like that, Cupcake?” Underneath the dirty talk, I’m asking for real. I need to make sure I didn’t hurt her or do anything she doesn’t like.

  “Again,” she breathes.

  I retreat again, all the way to the tip, bring my hand down hard on her ass, and thrust back home and she screams, “Again!” This time, I fist my other hand in her hair, and when I go back in, I give a tug.

  I do this twice more, and on the third thrust, she opens her mouth in a silent scream, her eyes shut tight, as her orgasm rips through her. I let go of her hair, grab her hips, and frantically pound into her until I explode, my shout of release echoing off the walls, reverberating around the room.

  This time, I collapse beside her, knowing I am too exhausted to keep my weight off her. I hug her close before I roll to get out of bed to take care of the condom. And then I realize it. I forgot the condom.

  Fuck! Don’t freak out. Don’t freak out.

  “Baby?” I ask hesitantly.

  She lifts her head and peers at me blearily. “Yes.”

  “I’m so sorry, baby. I forgot . . . I just needed you so badly. I don’t . . . Fuck!”

  She simply raises an eyebrow at me and waits for me to calm the fuck down.

  “I forgot the damn condom.”

  She shrugs and drops her head back into the pillow, muffling her answer. “I’m on birth control.”

  I wait for the intense relief to wash over me.

  It doesn’t. Instead, I feel . . . disappointed?

  What the fuck?

  “YOU’RE BOYFRIEND’S HERE,” Delia teases and nods over to a table.

  My eyes scan the bar and meet the dark-blue ones of Jack. When he flashes me a grin, I smile nervously back at him. Slade is paying invoices in his office, and they had an unfriendly encounter last night at church. The last thing I want is to see that look of hate in Slade’s eyes again.

  “Shit,” I mutter under my breath.

  I’d ask her to get it, but she’s taking an order for a huge group. Simon takes Thursday nights off, so I don’t get a reprieve there. Shit.

  I make my way behind the bar and take my time fetching him a Corona with lime—his usual. His eyes watch me the entire time, and I can’t help but squirm under his gaze. Finally, I bite the bullet, plaster on a fake smile, and bounce over to his table.

  “Hey, Jack,” I smile as I set his beer down. “Want anything from the kitchen tonight? Mario is teaching Fizz how to make spaghetti. You could be their guinea pig.”

  He chuckles warmly at me. “Last time I had one of Fizz’s experimental meals, I was on the shitter for the rest of the night. No, thank you.”

  I giggle because Fizz sucks in the kitchen, but Mario is hell-bent on teaching his nineteen-year-old protégé.

  “Okay. Well, if that’s all, I’ll let you chill while I go clean some tables,” I say lightly. My intentions are to get away from his table before Slade comes out of his office.

  “To hell with those other tables. Do you think I come here for the beer? I come here for the company, Jill.”

  I chew on my lip because I feel at a loss for what to do now. But he grins and launches into his usual efforts to get to know me.

  “Do you have any tattoos or birthmarks?”

  His question strikes me as odd, and my guard goes up—just like Slade has taught me.

  While at swimming lessons today, the other girls teased me about my birthmark on my foot.

  “They say it’s shaped like a booger.” I scrunch my nose up in disgust.

  “Let me see this booger,” Uncle Bruce says seriously.

  I haul my bare foot up into his face and wiggle my toes. “See,” I tell him with an exaggerated sigh.

  “It could be worse,” he chuckles. “It could be a snotty birthmark. Be thankful for what it’s not instead of upset for what it is.”

  Uncle Bruce is wise. Snotty booger birthmarks are way worse.

  “Nope,” I lie.

  His eyes narrow briefly before he blasts me with another question. “Tell me, Jill. Did you go to college?”

  Yes. “Nope.” Another lie.

  He wants me to elaborate—I can tell. But right now, his questions are causing the tiny hairs on the back of my neck to rise.

  “Do you like Channing Tatum?”

  This time, he charms a grin right out of me because this question is playful and not at all nosy.

  “You’d have to be dead not to. Of course I like him,” I giggle.

  “Good. Then let me take you out tomorrow night to see his new movie.”

  His face is hopeful, and I feel guilty for assuming the worst about him. He likes me and only wants to get to know me. I’m just being a weirdo because I have to be, and it’s making that impossible for him.

  Now is the time for the talk.

  “Jack, I really like you,” I start.

  His eyes darken. “I’m sensing a but.”

  I bite my lip and nod. “But I am seeing someone else. I’m happy with him, and he won’t be happy if I go out with you. I want us to be friends though.” I swallow down the cliché line and add, “It’s nice talking with you when you come in here.”

  “Are you sure we’ll be allowed to do even that?” he groans in annoyance, his eyes flicking to behind me.

  Slade’s scent invades me first, right before his warm, possessive arm snakes around my middle. “J, I need your help in the office,” he practically snarls into my hair.

  I apologize with my eyes to Jack, who just angrily shakes his head, and allow Slade to grab my hand. Then he urgently guides me back toward the office.

  “Take her tables,” he orders to Delia.

  She just nods mid conversation with a customer, having gotten used to his bossy ass.

  Thank God for long legs, because if I had Delia’s, I’d have a hell of a time keeping up with the stalking lion dragging his prey along.

  Finally, he pulls me into the office and closes the door behind him. His eyes are all over me—heat filled and needy. Seeing him in his dark-gray T-shirt, which is every bit one size too small, stretched over his expansive and sculpted chest, I get a little weak in my knees. Sure, Jack’s a nice guy, but he is no Derek Slade. Jack is a Kent. Those types belong in the past with Joss.

  “Why won’t he leave you the hell alone?” His eyes are searching mine for a fight. I don’t have a fight for him about the matter.

  “He’s just lonely. I told him we could be friends but nothing more. I have you now.” I grin seductively at him.

  With two long strides, his body presses against mine as he captures my lips with his. My body melts against him, and a small whimper escapes me.

  “Correction. I have you now,” he murmurs against my lips between kisses.

  A blissful sigh escapes me when his hands slide over my breasts. Then his lips break from mine as he trails kisses down my cheek to my earlobe.

  “You didn’t have to mark your territory, you know. I had it handled, you big Neanderthal,” I tease but then cry out when he nibbles on my lobe.

  Hot breath tickles my ear and melts me to my core.

  “Woman. Mine,” he grunts for show, and I giggle.

  “Oh my God, you’re impossible.”

  He ignores me and begins untying my apron from the back. “I’m going to fuck you real quick, and then you can go bring him another beer. You’ll smell like me mixed with sex. How’s that for marking my territory?”

  My pussy throbs when his teeth drag along my neck. As he sucks, I try not to moan loud enough for the whole bar to hear. When he does it harder, I want to gripe at him for leaving another mark on his territory, but it feels too good. Instead, I encourage him by tilting my head back to give him more access.

  “Mark it, Derek. I’m yours.” Yep, totally encouraging him.

  The noises coming from him are purely animalistic as he begins fumbling with his belt. My hands take to undoing my
own jeans as well. Once I have the zipper down, his pants fall to the floor around his ankles, and then his thumbs are in my jeans, pushing them down over my ass.

  “I’m going to fuck you over this desk,” he informs me as he turns me toward it and bends me over it.

  I eagerly wriggle my butt at him. “Then hop to it, old man,” I tease, which earns me a swat on my ass.

  It does nothing to punish me. It only serves to make me impossibly wetter for him.

  “No time for any sweetness. Just fucking,” he growls as he positions himself behind me.

  I cry out when he slams into me from behind. His pounding is relentless, and each thrust seems like he’s trying to split me in two. I want him to own me inside and out. The desk screeches across the floor in protest, and we ride it like a raft in a turbulent ocean. From this position, he takes me so deep that his dick pops me right in the G-spot with each slam into me. Stars skitter across my vision as my orgasm approaches violently. Without warning, it seizes me, and I’m sucked into uncontrollable shuddering.

  “Derek,” I whimper, “I only ever want you.”

  My words, even though I’m in the throes of passion, have more than a sexual meaning. This man weaves his way right into my soul. In my soul—in me. Not Joss or Jill. Just me. He branded me there and took up residence. I’ll only ever want him. When I was with Kent, he never seemed to make my body lose control like Derek Slade does. I feel as if I’ve been sexually awakened and he’s one sexy as sin alarm clock.

  His hands squeeze my hips as he stills. The throb of his cock inside me tells me that he’s climaxed. Also, the warm trickle now running down my thigh informs me as well.