“What are you doing, Derrick? Where are you taking me?” she cried out, frantically.
I burst through the door of the party and out into the night air. I could smell the water from the Hudson and feel the cool breeze, but it did nothing to soothe the fire that burned inside me. The teenage valet drivers had parked my truck just a few feet away from the entrance. As I approached, dragging Alina behind me, their eyes grew wide with fear.
“Keys,” I snapped.
One of them fumbled in a drawer for a few seconds before tossing me the keys to my truck. I tightened my grip on Alina’s wrist and pulled her along with me.
“Derrick, what the hell?! Let me go!” she shouted, swatting at my hand. When that didn’t work, she started hitting my shoulder with her clutch.
“You’re hurting me,” she whimpered.
That did the trick. I loosened my hold on her, wrenching the truck door open before commanding her to get in.
“No,” she said defiantly, stomping one foot.
If I hadn’t been so angry, I would have thought she looked adorable and a little sexy. But at the moment, she was pissing me off.
“Get in the damn truck, Alina. Now,” I said, harsher now.
“Not until you tell me why you’re dragging me around like some caveman or something,” she complained.
I sighed, pinching the bridge of my nose in an effort to contain my anger for the moment, “That man just put something in your drink.”
“Who? Allen? No way,” she said, crossing her arms over her chest.
“Yes fucking way. I saw it, Alina. With my own two eyes. You were too busy climbing his lap to notice,” I bit out. The last part was unnecessary. I knew it, but the jealousy I felt seeing her that way with him was still there.
She coiled back, looking wounded. Then a second later, her eyes narrowed, “Fuck you.”
My anger turned into something else. It collapsed on itself, smoldering into something darker. Lust. Hearing her say those words to me should have pissed me off, but all it made me want to do was exactly that. I wanted to fuck her. Right here and now.
“Get in the truck, Alina,” I repeated, only softer now.
Her face shifted. She chewed on her bottom lip, looking down and away from me for a moment before she released a breath and
climbed into the passenger seat. I shut the door and got in on the other side, not bothering to look her way as I started the engine.
The venue was within walking distance from her house so the drive took less than two minutes. She was leaning heavily onto the door when I pulled the keys out. Clearly she had too much to drink. In the time it took for me to get to her, Allen must have been priming her with liquor. I clenched my fists walking around to her door, trying not to let my anger get the best of me in the moment.
In her drunken state, she fumbled with her keys, trying to get the right one into the door. I waited patiently, standing behind her and watching over her shoulder.
“Dammit,” she whispered under her breath as she dropped her keys, bending over to pick them up. Her ass brushed against my cock and I stiffened in response. It took her an agonizingly long time to pick them up before she straightened, finding the key and fitting it into the lock. I dropped my head and exhaled as the door pushed open, thankful that she hadn’t noticed how quickly my body responded to her brushing up against me.
She toppled into the house, barely able to stand. I gripped her upper arm to keep her steady.
“Why are you even here?” she asked, her words slurring together.
“Protecting you,” I said, my voice sounding harsher again.
“I don’t need protection. I’m fine,” she retorted back, pulling her arm free from me. The next second she was on the ground in a thud. I reached for her, picking her up in one smooth movement and setting her back on her feet, but she pushed angrily against my chest, “Leave me alone, Derrick!”
She backed herself up against the arched doorway between the kitchen and the living room, blinking rapidly as her back collided with
the wall. I closed the distance between us, but she started swinging her arms, trying to hit me again. I grabbed her flying hands, holding them together with one large fist and the other closed around her jaw.
“Stop!” I exclaimed, my voice reverberating off the walls.
Her body stilled instantly and I watched her entire expression shift. She drew in deep, labored breaths through her nose that made her chest heave, daring to expose her breasts. The straps of her dress had fallen off her shoulders and her hair was coming undone. She licked her lips, letting her warm breath spread over my fingers. My jaw ticked out of sexual frustration.
My hand flexed against her jaw, effectively holding her in place.
I was angry, that was for certain, but the way she was looking at me ignited a hungry passion within me. Her eyes were nearly black, her pupils dilated from her lust. I pulled her face to mine, her lips puckering as she moved closer. Just as my mouth hovered over hers, I paused.
Taking all of her in.
Her long eyelashes fanned out over her cheeks. Her lips pressed together awaiting a kiss. The way my rough hands looked against her soft flesh made my dick twitch impatiently. Every single thing about her was turning me on. The mix of her and the whiskey was making my head spin.
Her eyes fluttered open, unspoken questions flashing in them.
“Kiss me,” she begged.
I shook my head, side to side, achingly slow in response, “No.”
She swallowed, the long column of her neck moving while I held her small face in my large hand. She had pissed me off. Her antics were reckless and wild. She could’ve gotten hurt. Just thinking about it again made my grip on her face tighten.
“Please,” she whispered, the sound strained from the back of her throat.
I refocused my eyes on her, “No, Alina. I will not kiss you.”
Her eyebrows gathered together. She wasn’t happy about my refusal. Good.
Then her expression changed. Her features darkened, her eyes lowered and her jaw tightened. Her eyes rose again to look right at mine, “Then let me go.”
We were both unmoving. The only sounds were the thumping of my heart in my chest and the sounds of us breathing. I didn’t blink and she refused to back down from my hard stare.
“Are you done swinging at me?” I finally asked.
“Yes,” she said, sternly.
One more flex and I released her. She brought her hands to her face, touching her cheeks, looking up at me with wounded eyes.
“You’re just like them. You’re a coward,” she whispered, her voice cracking.
“Excuse me?”
“You’re. A. Coward,” she repeated, stronger this time. She stood up from the wall, standing taller and moving so her chest was against me. “You come storming into a party because you don’t like what you see. You’re trying to control me just like my family does. Only it’s my body this time. You won’t fuck me, but you won’t let anyone else near me either. You’re a damn coward.”
My tongue protruded from my mouth, sliding over my lower lip before I bit down on it, contemplating what she was saying. The alcohol was starting to really cloud everything. Including my judgment. I didn’t want her to think of me like that. Like I was trying to control her. But the exact thing I’d been trying to avoid doing the last few days was the one thing she wanted me to do. The more I tried to fight it, the more I felt like I was losing. I’d already gone too far with her. I’d already crossed all of my professional and personal boundaries. The truth was that I did want
her. All of her. In all the ways I could have her. And here she was telling me that she wanted the same thing. I was tired of trying to fight it.
My feet moved forward, inching her backward against the wall again, “You think I’m a coward?” I asked, my voice low.
She sighed, “Yes.”
I pressed my body to hers, caging her in with my arms on either side of her head, hands against t
he wall. “You think I’m a coward, Alina?” I asked again.
She swallowed before answering, “Yes.”
I moved a hand to the hem of her dress, sliding my fingers along the inside of her thigh. She bit down on her lip, her breath catching for a moment, but I didn’t stop. My hand kept moving upward, gingerly rubbing against her panties where I felt her slit. I groaned, feeling the heat from her core through the fabric.
“Am I a coward, Alina?” I asked once more, my voice lower and more measured.
She whimpered as I rubbed long and slow strokes over her panties. Her eyes rolling back and closing at the sensation. Effortlessly, I pulled her panties to the side, slipping one finger back over her slit and pressing down between her folds. Her flesh was soft and wet and blood surged to my cock at the feel of her. She moaned out loud, her hands coming to rest on my shoulders.
I leaned forward, my lips brushing against her ear, “Am I?” I groaned, trying to maintain some sense of control. I knew I was going to cave soon, “Answer me.”
“No…” she breathed.
“Louder,” I demanded, sliding in another finger and working circles over the hood of her clit.
“No!” she gasped.
I covered her mouth with mine, tasting the alcohol on her breath.
My tongue delved into hers, consuming and possessing her with my kiss. I wanted her to lose herself in me the same way I felt myself losing all control when it came to her. Her hands moved to my neck, gripping me tightly. I worked my fingers in a come hither motion, rubbing her sensitive skin more intently. She held back nothing, moaning into my mouth as our passion intensified.
I pulled my hand free from between her legs, coaxing a dissatisfied groan out of her. Sucking on her bottom lip, I bit down gently as an unspoken promise that I wasn’t done just yet. My hands smoothed over her hips to cup her ass and lift her tiny frame up in the air.
Instinctively, her legs wrapped around my torso and I held her there.
Fluidly, I walked up the stairs, our lips staying locked to each other as I carried her into her bedroom.
The room was dark with only the moonlight streaming in from the window. Setting her down gently, I crawled on top of her and covered her with my large frame. Her neck lifted, exposing the sensitive skin there. I licked and nipped at it, using one hand to push her dress down her body simultaneously. My mouth followed, planting kisses at every newly revealed piece of flesh.
“Derrick…” she gasped, her hands smoothing up the back of my neck.
I could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin, knowing my mouth on her was making her feel just as unhinged as I did. My fingers hooked on the hem of her panties and pushed them down her body, just as I drew one taut nipple into my mouth. She moaned loudly as my lips closed around it, pulling and sucking at it. My hips ground down into her, my cock aching to be buried deep within her cleft, but I wanted her pleasure first.
It’d been so long since I’d felt a woman wrapped around me in this way. And the way Alina made me feel, I knew I’d explode almost instantly with her. I pulled back, rising up to my knees and yanking my shirt off in one fluid motion. Her eyes flashed and she licked her lips in response, sending another frenzy of blood surging southward. She was so fucking beautiful, lying there with her hair splayed on the pillow and her naked body on display for me. And I was ready to taste every last inch of her.
I crawled back over her, kissing my way up from her belly to one nipple. Sucking on it before licking across her cleavage to the other nipple and up her neck, pausing at her mouth.
“I want you,” she said breathlessly, her voice rasping with need.
In that moment, she wasn’t my mark. I wasn’t hired to be there. I didn’t give a fuck about my past or my reasons for wanting to wait. The only thing that mattered was that I wanted her and needed to have her.
Now.
“I want you too.”
I took her mouth again, cradling one side of her face while supporting my weight on my other arm. Our kiss was hot and heavy, our tongues dancing wildly together. She clawed at my bare back, as if I wasn’t quite close enough. My hand slid down her body to cup her breast and twist her nipple between my fingers, garnering another loud gasp from her. I smiled against her lips.
“You like that, baby?”
She moaned, nodding earnestly, “I need you now.”
“Ah ah,” I chided, “patience.”
She bucked her hips upwards impatiently in response. My hand left her breast, smoothing down her body to settle over her sex. Her breathing hitched when I delved two fingers between her pussy lips. I groaned at how soaking wet she was for me. My fingers slipped
effortlessly inside of her and she let out another lust-filled moan begging for more as she writhed and arched her back.
“So. Fucking. Sexy,” I growled, rubbing against her clit.
“Baby, please!” she exclaimed.
The tormented way she cried out sent me over the edge. I slid off of her, lifting her legs and resting them over my shoulders. Cupping her ass, I dove into her sex with an eagerness to taste her on my tongue. Hers was unlike any other I had ever tasted. She was sweet and buttery in my mouth, her flesh seeming to melt on my tongue as I rolled it over her. Her heels dug into the mattress lifting her hips higher and giving me deeper access to her sex. I sucked harder, drawing her clit between my teeth and gently biting down on it.
She shuddered, grabbing at my head, “Oh my god…”
I tongued her relentlessly, lapping at the juices that leaked from her pussy. She bucked wildly against my mouth, seeking release that I was all too willing and ready to give her. I pushed a finger deep into her opening, finger-fucking her while I swirled my tongue around her clit.
She grabbed my head, holding me tighter against her core while I continued my assault.
“Oh god..I’m about to come.”
“Come baby,” I murmured against her sex. I could feel her orgasm coming before I heard her cries. Her walls tightened on my finger, clenching tightly, before a rush of fluid splashed on my lips.
Ecstasy bubbled out of her throat as she shook with pleasure, screaming my name, but I didn’t pull away. No, I kept kissing and licking, desperate to take in every last drop of her.
“So beautiful,” I whispered, finally pulling my mouth away, kissing my way back up her body and running my fingers in slow circles over her throbbing pussy, “I love when you come for me.” Her eyes were
shut tightly, her breath coming out in short pants and quiet moans. I covered her mouth with mine, wanting her to taste herself, “So sweet.”
She licked her lips, opening her eyes to look at me and I felt that familiar magnetic pull that only she possessed over me, “Please..” she whimpered, rocking her hips against my hand.
“Mmm. More?” I asked, amused.
She nodded again, her eyes growing wide and doe-like. My cock surged again, watching her beg for more. I was all too willing to give her exactly what she wanted now. I pressed my fingers to her clit again before pulling away and standing up. One of her hands dove between her legs to continue playing with herself, while the other grabbed at her breast as she was watched me with hungry eyes.
“Fuck, baby…” I said, my hips instinctively jerking forward as I fumbled with the drawstring of my jogger sweatpants. Watching her play with herself drove me fucking insane. I licked my lips, pushing the sweats down my legs and keeping my eyes trained on her fingers as they rubbed her clit slowly.
My cock bobbed out of my pants, pointing directly at her, as if it already knew where it needed to go. My gaze flickered to hers, noting the primitive heat in her eyes and the quickening of her fingers on her sex. Instinctively, I gripped my penis, feeling the heavy weight of it in my hand and slowly stroking it from the base to tip, squeezing it at the top.
A tiny drop of pre-cum leaked out of me and she caught sight of it before I smeared it over the engorged head.
She moaned again, louder this time. Her eyes rolli
ng back while she twisted her nipple between her fingertips and her other hand worked furiously at pleasuring her pussy. The sight made my knees weak. This was all mine for tonight and I wasn’t about to let her get herself off without me.
I kneeled onto the bed, grabbing her hand and pulling her fingers out and away from her wet cunt. She protested for a moment until her eyes connected with mine and she saw the hungry passion blazing in them. The air around us crackled as the tension and anticipation reached a fever pitch. I hovered over her, supporting my weight on my forearms, the hard crest of my penis resting against of her damp sex. The heat from her core radiated out to me, beckoning me closer.
“Is this what you want, Alina?” I swallowed, needing to hear this from her. One brief moment of clarity in this dense fog of lust was all I could spare. If she told me no, that would be it.
She searched my eyes, looking for something, before she lifted her chin to kiss me. Her tongue slid across the seam of my lips and I parted them, allowing our tongues to intertwine. Our mouths were locked together when I pushed my hips forward, breaching her opening.
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