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by Brooke Cumberland


  I had called him earlier from the mall, letting him know that Mallory was watching the kids for us tonight so we could go out. I didn’t bother to tell him that she was staying the night at my house leaving me with the option of staying the night at his. I haven’t stayed the night at his place. Ever. Hell, I haven’t slept anywhere with him yet. Of course we had the occasional nap on the couch together where we passed out watching TV, but the whole intentional I’m going to sleep the whole night beside you thing? No, never.

  I’m craving it though. I’m craving Derek fiercely; his soft skin caressing mine, his lips all over me, his tongue dancing along mine, and his hands all over my body. Okay, now I really feel like I’m in heat. It’s like I’ve never felt this amount of want for a man before. I know I need to feel this. To know without a doubt that it’s okay to want this. I need him. Sounds pathetic I know, but damn if it’s not how I feel.

  Chapter Twelve

  Derek

  Jesika thinks she‘s sneaky. It’s actually pretty cute watching her try to pull a fast one on me. Like I don’t know what’s running through that pretty little mind of hers. No doubt it’s the same damn thing that has been becoming its own personal resident up in mine. Damn, it’s not like I can fucking help my thoughts about her. Especially with the more time we’ve been spending with each other.

  Its crazy how seeing her at home in her natural atmosphere and just being a mom is an absolute turn on. You wouldn’t expect it to be, but to a man like me, one who has craved the family life since his crazy ex up and left him, it is the most attractive thing ever. I’ve said it from the get go, Jes has no idea how amazing she is or how amazingly sexy she is either. I hope one day she feels as lucky to have me as I do her.

  To ease the nerves I know are creeping up on her, hell even me, I go along with her saying that tonight is just another date night for us. It’s definitely going to be a date night. We have a very overdue date with my bed that will be taking place tonight. I have got to calm this shit down because just thinking about what’s going to take place is getting me all worked up. Not sure I’d be able to explain why I had a boner once we reach the restaurant.

  As we sit looking at our menus, I try thinking about anything and everything to get my mind off of my growing desire that is still trying to take over.

  I take a deep breath and start thinking about baseball, throwing the ball back and forth—back and forth—back and forth. Not working. Umm Okay. How about the drums; the way it feels to just close my eyes and lose the feeling and let the music flow right through me. But damn if I can’t picture playing the drums without seeing Jesika and her perfect sexy hips moving to my rhythm; the beat I make by pounding on them. That isn’t all I want to pound on.

  Shit.

  Dammit, even when I try to think of anything and everything to get my mind off of what’s going to take place, it still fucking goes back to her. I’m doomed. I shift in my seat trying to readjust my now visible bulge without making it too noticeable.

  “You alright over there Derek? Ants in your pants?” She giggles. Shit she knows what’s up. She’s just as aware of me as I am her. That’s actually comforting.

  “Yep, something like that Jes.” I give her a wink, “I’m just really looking forward to having you to myself all night.” Ha, I shouldn’t have to be the only one visibly worked up about what’s to come.

  “Well, what if I have a curfew Derek? Did you ever think about that? I do have a child you know,” she says jokingly.

  “I already tipped the babysitter an advance for overtime. So, I think I covered all the bases for ya.” That leaves her speechless. Now without a shadow of a doubt, we both know what tonight holds.

  I don’t ever remember dinner and a movie taking so fucking long, but damn if it’s not dragging ass tonight. I expected Jes to be super shy and reserved all night, but like always she surprised me. She didn’t let the knowledge of us getting to know each other on an intimate level tonight affect her mood.

  ********************

  As we turn on the street to mine and Seth’s house, I send up a silent prayer that he isn’t home. Thankfully he isn’t. We walk hand in hand up the sidewalk to my front door, neither one of us saying a word. The porch light is the only light illuminating the inside of my house; which doesn’t help much.

  It’s still dark as hell. “Wait here while I get the light.”

  Leaving the door open for the needed light to find my way, I reach down and lightly kiss her lips as I pass by. I hate how nervous I am; I’ve never been this damn nervous about having sex before. Maybe because I know with Jesika it’s not just sex. I have feelings for this woman and I want tonight to be special for both of us. Especially knowing that I’m most likely the first man she has been with since her husband died. Making my way back to her, I know the ball has to fully be in my court for anything to happen.

  “You know Jes, this can go two ways.” Each step I take closer to her, she takes one back, pushing her closer to the wall. The closer I get, the more her chest rises and falls with each breath.

  “Oh yeah? How is that?” She doesn’t take her eyes off of me. She’s nervous as fuck, but damn if she doesn’t want it as bad as I do. She’s almost visibly panting. Pinning her against the wall, I place one arm above her and use my left arm to close the door before resting it on the other side of her head as I lean into her.

  “Well, the way I see it, we can sit around playing patty cake, dancing around the inevitable waiting for the other to finally make a move.” She smiles. “Or—” I bend down so that my hot breath splays across her neck, “—we could just cut out the chit chat and just go for what we both want, not wasting another damn minute.”

  Her breath hitches and I don’t let another second pass before I wrap my hand in her hair and pull her eager lips to mine. I’m instantly rock hard. I’ve been semi-hard all night trying to control my obvious want for this woman; but now, I’m concrete.

  I run my hands down her sides and pause when I reach her ass. I refuse to break contact with her mouth, scared that a second apart could cause her to have a change of heart. I encourage her to wrap her legs around my waist and she willingly obliges. I don’t want tonight to be some quick fuck. I want her to know that I care about her even if I can’t say it. It’s not that I necessarily love her, but whatever this feeling is, it has to be pretty damn close. I want her to feel exactly how a woman should be taken care of and nourished in the bedroom. Knowing her situation makes me want to take my time that much more.

  I want her to have abso-fucking-lutely no regrets about making like to me. I can say without a shadow of a doubt that’s what we will be making tonight. I can’t stand how people call fucking making love when they don’t even know the person. You cannot call sex making love if you don’t fucking love the person. Hence the word love being used in the phrase. That’s a dead give a way right there. Maybe saying ‘make love to me’ or ‘we made love’ sounds better or makes them feel better about themselves instead of just saying ’yes we fucked.’ If it was up to me, it’d just be called ‘making fuck.’ Seems more appropriate.

  I shut my door and leave the light off in the process as I make our way to my bed. I know some girls have a thing with lights being left on; meaning, they don’t like it on. I just want Jesika to feel completely at ease and the light from the moon shining through my window is all I need to see her beautiful body.

  I lay her down and cover her with my body as I do. I brush her hair off her cheek while we gaze into each other’s eyes sharing so many unsaid feelings. Not wasting another minute, she pulls me to her, closing the gap between our lips and bodies as she does. I’m nestled between her legs and she moans as she comes into contact with my obvious want for her.

  “God Derek, I want you so bad.”

  “Well, you’re in luck baby because tonight I plan on giving myself to you—every inch.”

  She lifts her ass up, rubbing herself into my throbbing cock. “Shit Jes, you doing that is going t
o cause me to lose it in my pants.” She reaches down between us and starts rubbing where my hardness is straining to get out. It feels like it’s been so long since I’ve been touched. Fuck, it has been a fucking long time. I hope I can make tonight worthwhile for her, because I have a good feeling I won’t be lasting long at all.

  “We can’t be having that baby.” This woman is driving every fucking one of my senses crazy; they’re at her fucking beck and call. I rest my forehead to hers while trying to steady my breathing as I take back the reigns from this woman who took over. I reach down and grab her hand that is still rubbing me into submission. I make sure to place both of her hands above her head holding them in place with just one hand, so my other one is free to explore.

  “Oh, don’t you worry your pretty little panties off. I plan on coming in you. All—Night—Long. Over—and—over—again. I’ve dreamed about this day for so long Jes, and you can be sure by daylight, you’re going to be thoroughly satisfied.”

  My mouth instantly finds hers and beckons her to open with the swipe of my tongue. I lightly bite her bottom lip as I trace her lips with my tongue, receiving instant gratification when she moans into my mouth. I start outlining down the side of her body with my free hand, lightly grazing her full breast on my journey down. As I reach her hip I hold on tight and start grinding myself into her, her head falls back as the moans start to escape her mouth. Shit I’ve never got off from dry humping, but I’m pretty damn sure she is about to change that.

  I have to feel more of her…I need to. Having two pairs of jeans between us is way too much friction. I’m trying to unbutton her jeans with my hand that was holding onto her hip for dear life, but I realize there is no way I can get her jeans down with just that hand alone. Well, there probably is a way, but my need outweighs the time it will take to make that happen.

  Before I take her jeans off, I work both hands up her shirt, pushing it up inch by inch until her covered breasts are in full view. I pepper each one with kisses causing slight gasps from her. She lifts her arms encouraging me to pull her shirt off, which I do. Then she props herself up pushing me into a kneeling position as she grabs the bottom of my shirt and quickly yanks it off my head.

  I want her pants off now; she lays back down and lifts her hips in order for me to do just that. I take my time dragging them down her body because the way she’s looking up at me right now is fucking spellbinding. She has so much want and desire flowing through her eyes. Right now she trusts me; completely trusts me with her body, and heart. I can see the decision being made; in this moment she feels safe with me.

  We are now laying boxers to panties. I can feel her heat seeping through beckoning my cock. The moistness is also apparent as she wastes no times wrapping her arms around me, holding me tightly against her. I can’t control the movement that takes over my hips as if they are under a spell, a deep pleasurable spell.

  This feeling is fucking in-cred-ible.

  My dick is pressed against her sliding back and forth causing Jesika’s breath to catch and mine to stop all together. My hands are firmly planted on her hips as I work us to our first release together. I want in her so damn bad, but I’m not stopping this just to come as soon as the tip of my dick feels her wetness. When I’m in her, I want it to last.

  I don’t want this night to ever end.

  My elbows are resting on each side of her shoulders now while my hands are wrapped around the top of her head. She’s now moving with me and I know just the amount of pressure to give her, right before it pushes her over the edge.

  “Derek…oh god Derek…I’m about to go.”

  I pull my cheek away from where it was stuck to hers to look into her eyes. I want to watch the expression in them as she finds her release. I want her to see mine as well. I want her to know we’re in this together.

  “Me too Jes. Just let it go baby. Let go with me.”

  Her breathing picks up, it’s hot as it hits my face, her chest is rising and falling quickly. She starts to shake as she takes a deep breath, then she lets go. It was the most glorious face she made as he mouth was partially open, her brows drawn together, and her eyes tightly shut. Not wanting to waste another minute, I reach over to the night stand and grab a condom because even though I just got off for the first time ever by dry humping, I know that it will take me no time to rise to the occasion again after wanting this woman for as long as I have. I hear a faint sound of a phone ringing from what seems to be the living room.

  It isn’t until the damn song keeps playing over and over that we are both snapped out of our pleasurable stupor.

  “Ahhh. Seriously! Why does she have to be calling now?” She sits herself up on the bed.

  “Let me guess, it’s our babysitter? If it is, she just forfeited her tip.” I wink as I lean over to kiss her.

  “I only told her to call if she really, really, really needed me. So, I’m sure it’s important, but still,” she groans. I grab her shirt off the floor and pull it over her head then pull her hair out from underneath it.

  “Well babe, you better go call her. I’m going to—” I look down, “—umm…change my boxers real quick then I’ll be out there.” Jesika giggles.

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  Turns out Jaxon was sick and puking everywhere. Some kind of twenty-four bug that we all ended up catching. It was like as soon as one of us was better, the next in line was barfing.

  Emma and I stayed our sick induced weekend at Jesika’s. She felt responsible for us all getting sick and insisted on taking care of us. I didn’t mind. It was definitely something I’ve never been use to and I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy having a woman taking care of me. I know Emma sure enjoyed it. Since my mom moved out of state a few months ago after getting hitched to some Army officer, Jesika has been basically the only female influence around.

  I’m finally able to return back to work after our three day sickness hiatus. There’s a benefit ball that the city is throwing to raise money for its local Fire Departments that I get informed about. This is the perfect opportunity for me and her to have a romantic night out and then pick back up where we left off the other night. Believe me, there are so many more things I want to do to that gorgeous body of hers. It doesn’t fucking help that I’m falling for this woman…falling hard.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Jesika

  As a little girl, you see lots of fairytale movies with masquerade balls. They seem so gorgeous and fancy. Everyone is hiding who they truly are, and you’re left guessing if the dance partner you chose is the man you were indeed searching for. It’s so mysterious and almost sexy, but you don’t realize that as a child.

  You’re strictly fascinated by the pretty dresses and feathered masks everyone is wearing to care about the appeal of the actual dance. I’m instantly taken back to my memories of these kid movies and the thoughts I had about them when Derek invites me to attend the masquerade ball the city is throwing to raise money for the fire department.

  I have always wanted to go to one so the thought of saying anything but yes, never crossed my mind. The fact that I will get to feel like a part of high society for one night, is just an extra perk. Panic mode starts to set in as I realize I have nothing to wear. What the hell exactly do you even wear to an event like this? Well, besides the obvious mask. Where do you even find a prom like gown and fancy jeweled up mask when it’s neither prom nor Halloween season? Shit. There’s only one person who I can count on to always know anything and everything there is to know about fashion, Mallory.

  Me: Hey Mal! Are you busy?? I really need your expertise advice.

  Mallory: What advice would that be hun? You do know I expertise in all things, right?

  Me: Derek asked me to the benefit Masquerade Ball for his work. I have no clue what to wear….HELP!!

  Mallory: Of course I’ll help….on one condition…

  Me: Fine. Anything. What do you want?

  Mallory: Get me a date to the ball.

  Me: Umm ya
h sure, I can try.

  Mallory: Just ask HD. He will have no problem finding someone who needs a hot date.

  Me: HD?

  Mallory: You know….Hot Daddy… Hot Drummer… Hot Derek! Take your pick.

  Me: Riiiight. I’ll see what I can do.

  Looking at myself in the mirror after tying my mask in place, I would have done anything for Mallory’s advice. She nailed it and I’m pretty sure later tonight she’s going to be nailing Derek’s fellow co-worker Nick. When Derek introduced me to him I knew he’d be the perfect date for Mallory and vice versa.

  I have to admit he’s pretty hot standing at around 6ft, athletic build, dark green eyes and medium brown hair, which is the perfect length to spike up in the front. I knew she’d be thanking me later when I told Derek that he’d work. I also knew I’d be thanking her later as well. I knew when we went shopping that she would make sure that I didn’t look anything less than stunning. In fact she guaranteed it and boy was she right.

  Staring at myself in the mirror I’m mesmerized by how gorgeous I look. I’m not one to talk so highly of myself, but damn.

  “You’re awfully quiet Jes. Do you like it?” She walks up behind me and damn if she doesn’t look like she just stepped out of a magazine. I hold her gaze through the mirror. “I absolutely love it. You have simply out done yourself this time.” She turns me around to face her.

  “Shit girl. Do you realize how gorgeous you are all on your own Jes? Huh?” I shake my head.

  “I mean, I know I’m pretty, but I don’t think I’m gorgeous. Well, I mean I feel gorgeous right now, but in general I just don’t see it,” she turns me back around to face the mirror.

  “Take a good look at yourself. I mean really, look at yourself.”

  And I do.

  I start with my facial features. Yes I have a mask on, but it only magnifies the brightness of my green eyes which I think are my best feature. My face is more on the round side with a slightly pointy chin. Small nose, high cheek bones, pouty lips; yeah sure, I’m pretty.

 

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