"Oh, my God," Melanie murmured, remembering the way she slammed into his chest outside. "Are you going to be okay?"
"It's nothing."
Her skin was still flushed, her pulse racing, but a feeling of tenderness eclipsed her hunger. She wrapped her arms around his waist, her fingers interlocking against the small of his back, and leaned forward to brush her lips over his heated skin, outlining one bruise in the partial shape of a shoe. Derek caught his breath, tensing beneath her mouth, but he didn't pull away. She retraced the same bruise with the tip of her tongue, savoring the faint taste of soap against his salty skin.
Derek fisted her hair, yanking her back to find her mouth again. She returned the kiss, unabashedly letting him know how much she wanted him. She wanted to lick the sweat from the hollow of his throat, bite his nipples and scrape her teeth across his chest. She wanted to swallow his cock, taste his come, use her mouth on him in ways that would make him forget his own name, and finally, let him fuck her on every flat surface. She had known they would have sex as soon as she issued the invitation to come back to her place, but that initial desire hadn't turned into an all-consuming craving until that moment, when he kissed her like she was the salvation he had been waiting for.
"Lay down," Melanie breathed.
"What?"
"On the couch. Lay down." She pulled back, looking at him through her lashes. "Please."
"You're not going anywhere, are you?"
Melanie smiled and unclasped her hands. "No."
"You're sure?"
"I'm positive," she said, gently pushing him aside and standing.
Derek stretched out on her over-sized couch, one foot touching the floor, his arm draped over the back. Melanie needed a moment just to look at him. He was perfect. Even with the bruises marring his ribs, he was perfect.
"Take off your pants."
He arched his brow, but his hands went to his fly and worked the buttons open. At the first hint of his dark hair, Melanie realized he wasn't wearing anything beneath his jeans. Her eyes widened, and she hoped she wasn't drooling as he pulled his pants open and slid them down his hips. She grabbed the cuffs around his ankles and pulled his pants down his legs, leaving him completely naked on her couch.
His cock was already hard, lying against his stomach. He was long and thick, and the skin looked unbelievably smooth. She licked her lips, dragging her eyes from his shaft to his face, boldly meeting his eyes. Derek didn't seem to mind her perusal. In fact, he looked completely at ease. Maybe he stripped in front of strange women and allowed them to gawk at him all the time. Maybe he was an exhibitionist. Maybe he simply appreciated the raw hunger he must have seen in Melanie's eyes.
"Do you like what you see?"
"I do."
"I'm glad."
"Has anybody ever been unsatisfied with this view?"
Derek shrugged, a playful smile on his lips. "Maybe, but they weren't for long. I have a satisfaction guaranteed policy. What about you?"
"Oh, I always guarantee satisfaction."
His smile widened. "I mean, do I get to see you?"
Melanie looked down, surprised to see that she was still fully dressed. How could she forget? She unbuttoned, unzipped, and unsnapped, shedding the clothes without hesitation. She stood with her hands on her hips, calmly letting him inspect every inch of her, his eyes as heavy as a touch. When his gaze lingered on her nipples, they tightened into points.
"Well?"
"I think you should get over here right now," he said thickly.
Melanie grinned and kneeled at the foot of the couch between his calves. She trailed her fingers up his leg, gently caressing him until she reached his thick thighs. The strong muscles were instantly responsive to her touch, rippling beneath his smooth skin. His eyes dilated, and his nostrils flared the closer she ventured to his cock. She wanted to taste him, but she was captivated by the way he watched her.
"What do you want?" she prompted. She needed his direction, because she wanted to do so much. Too much.
He gripped the base of his shaft and stroked it, collecting the pre-come at the top with his finger. He held his hand out to her, and she wrapped her fingers around his wrist, guiding his finger to her mouth. Her tongue darted out to sample the salty liquid, sucking it from his callused skin. She drew her mouth down his hand, licking the lines of his palm, before coming to a rest on his wrist. His pulse hammered against her lips, an erratic staccato that revealed more about his arousal than his other physical responses.
"You're teasing me," he murmured.
"Just a little." Melanie kissed a trail up his arm. "Just to make it interesting."
"It's already interesting."
"Don't rush me, Mr. Fox. I've got to make the most of this while I have a chance." Melanie skimmed her fingers down his chest. "You'll be going back to California tomorrow afternoon, weather permitting, and this won't be anything but a very fond memory for me. You won't even miss me."
Derek sucked his breath in sharply as she followed the line of hair down his stomach to the tight curls at the base of his cock. "You are making me crazy."
Melanie leaned over his body, her breasts sliding against his chest, and touched his lips with the tip of her finger. "We have all night. Where's that famous Derek Fox patience?"
Derek flattened his hands against her back, holding her against him. "That's when I'm in the pocket, not when I'm being accosted by a beautiful woman."
"You should try applying it to other areas of your life."
His hands went to her hips, guiding them in a tight circle against his groin. "I try to, but I'm sorely lacking on patience tonight."
Melanie pressed a hard kiss against his lips. "Then stop distracting me."
Working free from his firm grip, she slid down his body again, her tongue taking the same path her fingers took earlier. His breath hitched again, and he buried his hand in her hair. She tensed, waiting to see if he would try to force the issue, but he just held her gently, his fingers curling and relaxing against her scalp.
Melanie nuzzled against the base of his cock, rubbing his shaft against her lips and cheek. She closed her eyes, burning each sensation to memory, her mouth watering as his musky scent surrounded her. His shaft was as smooth as it looked, and each time she teased him with her lips, he moaned like he had never felt anything like it. Melanie moved lower, brushing her nose against his sac. Derek immediately tensed beneath her, a small pleading sound escaping his throat.
It was cold in the room, the storm outside leaking through the windowsills and beneath the door. Her bare skin was rough with goose bumps, but his flesh burned her everywhere there was contact. The wind tore around the house, but it wasn't as loud as his rushed breath, or the blood in her ears as she parted her lips over his heavy balls.
Gripping his thighs to hold him against the couch, she traced his wrinkled skin with the flat of her tongue. She felt like she knew every sound he made, knew the texture of his skin, knew each sensitive spot, knew everything she should do to him. Melanie didn't know if he was just responsive, or if she was doing everything right. All she knew was that her blood was thrumming, her clit throbbing, and the juices gathering between her legs coated her thighs.
Encouraged by Derek's response, Melanie longed to taste more of him. Every inch of him. She cupped his balls gently against her palm and lifted them out of the way, exposing the sensitive skin behind his sac. She tested it first with her finger, experimentally applying pressure until he jerked against her hand, his breath turning into a moan. She looked at him through her lashes, searching for his eyes, but his arm was resting over his forehead, and his face was twisted with pleasure he could barely contain.
"Somebody's a bit sensitive," she said.
His mouth pulled into a small grin. "Somebody hasn't been touched like this in a long time."
"Really? I thought you'd have a regular girl?"
He chuckled. "A regular girl to suck my balls?"
"Don't superstars have re
gular girls for everything these days?"
"I must have missed that clause in my contract."
She curled her finger, drawing the tip of her nail down the line of skin. "You should get a better agent to make these sorts of negotiations."
"I'll..." He stopped short, gasping as she slipped her finger between his cheeks. "I'll keep that in mind."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"No...no."
"Are you sure?" Melanie asked. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."
"Not uncomfortable," he said quickly. "Not uncomfortable."
Melanie smiled to herself. It wouldn't be long before he was begging for more. Not that she necessarily needed him to beg for more. She wanted to do everything for him. Dipping her head, her cheek brushing against his thigh, she dragged her tongue down the seam of his velvety sac and followed the line over his perineum. Her stomach did a slow flip-flop as his muscles went tight, his hips lifting off the couch. He panted her name, rocking against the couch, alternately trying to pull away from her and push for more.
"Melanie...Melanie..."
She grunted, reluctant to move her mouth away from his salty skin. As she caressed him with her tongue, she teased his ass, circling the tight pucker with her finger.
"Too sensitive..."
Melanie didn't budge. Wasn't sensitivity a good thing? She shifted, rubbing her legs together to try to alleviate the pressure growing in her lower abdomen. Her clit was swollen, waiting for attention. She thought a flick of her fingernail over the tip would send her into orbit.
"Melanie...honey...stop...stop...can't take any more."
She finally lifted her head. "I think that means I should keep going."
"No...please." Derek moved his arm from his face and lifted his head. "No. Melanie, please, I want to touch you, too."
Melanie shivered, not from his words, but from the raw hunger in his voice. She knew he could have just let her continue to lick and caress him indefinitely, but that wasn't enough for him, and now, it wasn't enough for her either. Her muscles were jittery and weak, her skin burning.
"Come here," Derek whispered, leaning forward to hook his hands beneath her arms.
He pulled her up his body, immediately seeking out her mouth in a hungry kiss. Melanie opened to the kiss, coaxing his tongue into her mouth, then sucking, mimicking what she wanted to do to his cock, which was smearing thick pre-come against her inner thigh.
"I want to fuck you right now," Derek said against her mouth. "I can't take it any more."
Melanie moaned. "I want you, too. But not here."
Derek reached between their bodies and gripped his shaft, then slid the crown against her pussy, brushing against her clit. "Why not here?"
It was all she could do to keep from shifting her hips and impaling herself on his cock. She wanted to ride him until they were both shaking and exhausted. For a minute, she didn't know how to answer his question. She had a good reason, she knew she did.
"Condom."
"Where?"
"Bedroom."
"Where?"
Melanie looked up and nodded toward the corridor. "Down the hall."
"Right."
Without warning, Derek was on his feet and she was clinging to his neck, his arms strong and secure beneath her. Melanie peppered his face and neck with kisses as they abandoned the cool living room for her bedroom. He paused long enough to flick the switch, bathing them in yellow light, and allowing her the first really good look at his body.
She skimmed her fingers over the bruise on his chest. "Are you sure this is okay?"
"Melanie, trust me," he said, lowering her to the bed, "I don't even feel them."
Melanie smiled. "Then I guess I've accomplished my goal."
"Which was?"
"Making you forget everything," she said softly.
Derek towered above her, almost like a statue. When he didn't move or speak for the space of several heartbeats, she became convinced she had said the wrong thing.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."
Derek shook his head. "No, no, shh. I'm just looking at you."
"You already looked at me," she pointed out.
"I could look at you for hours."
Melanie blushed for the first time, pink spreading up her neck and cheeks. He flattened his hand against her stomach, his middle finger dipping between her lips and brushing against her clit. An electric jolt went directly from her groin to the back of her teeth. But he just touched her long enough to make her ache before pulling his finger away and bringing to his mouth.
"You taste really good."
Melanie couldn't remember the last time a lover looked at her that way, or spoke to her with such obvious desire coating his words. She didn't know if Derek was just that attracted to her, or if he would respond the same to any woman who brought him home to offer a bit of comfort. And she could not forget that comfort was the only thing between them besides the physical desire. The marks on his skin were too vibrant, too fresh to ignore, or to forget. But it didn't matter either way. The longer she spent with him, the more right it felt.
"The condoms are in the top drawer," she whispered.
"What if I want to do something else right now?"
"I thought you said you wanted to fuck me right now?"
"Oh, I do, but..." He brushed his finger against her clit again, and again brought it to his mouth. "You said yourself we had all night, right?"
"We do."
"Then, if you'll allow me..." Derek straddled her ribs, facing her feet. He carefully positioned himself over her, supporting his weight on his forearms rather than her smaller body. She reached for him without hesitation, guiding the tip of his cock to her lips, smearing his pre-come against her mouth.
But she forgot all about getting her mouth on him when Derek touched her clit with his tongue. She immediately stiffened and slammed forward against Derek's face, seeking more. More pressure, more contact, more heat, more of everything. All of her higher brain functions shut down, her blood rushing from her head. She couldn't talk, couldn't think, couldn't do anything except gasp his name over and over.
Derek stopped without warning, drawing a low moan of protest from her, and reached between his legs, his fingers closing around the base of his shaft. "Open up," he rasped.
Melanie obeyed immediately, her mouth parting to allow the entry of his cock. She gripped him, guiding him deeper into her mouth until the crown brushed against the back of her throat. Her moan of satisfaction turned into a muffled scream as he pulled her clit between his lips, scraping the pulsing flesh with his teeth.
Melanie wanted to delay her orgasm as long as she could, prolong it until he was inside of her. But her body wasn't going to let her get away with that. It was all too much. He rocked his hips, fucking her mouth with shallow thrusts that started slow but gained in speed until he was moving with a quick, erratic rhythm. She dug her fingers into the back of his thighs and relaxed her throat, lifting her head to meet each thrust.
Derek's moans and grunts vibrated through her clit as his tongue worked over the soft flesh. He splayed his fingers across her thighs, holding her firmly against the bed as she tried to thrash and grind against his mouth. Each wave of pleasure and desire built on the one before it, overtaking her body an inch at a time, filling her, flooding her.
Melanie lost it completely when he buried two fingers in her pussy, her walls fluttering against him immediately as he curled his fingertips to massage her G-spot. As swell after swell of pleasure crashed through her, she could sense Derek was right on the edge as well. She tried to brace herself for his come shooting down her throat, but he surprised her by pulling out of her mouth completely. While her muscles convulsed and trembled, she felt a hot splash against her breasts, the liquid rolling over her nipples.
"Oh, God...Derek...oh, my God." Melanie sighed, her limbs and eyes heavy as the final aftershocks rolled through her.
His mouth and fingers abandoned her, and he moved from
her body, only to turn around and lick a line from her hip to her chest. He lapped at the come on each breast lazily, and she opened her eyes to watch, unable to look away from him. He didn't look away from her as he swirled his tongue around her nipple until it was an aching point.
Melanie gripped his hair and yanked him forward, slamming her mouth against his. Despite the lethargic way he moved up her body, there was nothing sleepy or mild about his kiss. She could taste her juices and his come mingling on his tongue, and sweat rolled down his nose and cheek. She wrapped her legs around him, holding her against him, pouring all her energy into the kiss, until she was breathless and shaken.
Derek lifted his head first, his fingers dancing over her cheek to brush away a stray strand of hair. "I'm very glad you found me tonight, Melanie Smith."
She smiled. "So am I."
"You were wrong about one thing, though."
"What?"
"I'm not going back to California tomorrow afternoon. We're flying out Tuesday morning."
She arched her eyebrow. "Are you trying to finagle an invitation for tomorrow night?"
"Finagle?"
"Well?"
"Yes. Do you think that can be arranged?"
She tingled from her toes to her ears, and his cock was already almost hard against her thigh. It was going to be difficult to let him go, and not just because she was infatuated with him as a football player. She was already feeling more than a little greedy for him.
"What if I told you I had to work tomorrow?"
"Your boss really expected you to come to work the day after the championship?"
Melanie laughed. "You know, it's not a national holiday. And he doesn't believe me when I tell him it's a religious observation."
"Call in sick," he murmured, ducking his head to suck the tender skin at her throat between his teeth.
"Oh, well, when you put it that way...Would you like to stay tomorrow night, too?"
Derek lifted his head, casting his thousand-watt smile on her. "I thought you'd never ask. I'm parched."
"I've still got all that cheap beer I promised."
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