Patting the countertop, he straightened his back, “What are you in the mood for?”
I bit my lip and raised my eyebrows, making it clear what I was currently in the mood for, and then my stomach rumbled again. I smiled sheepishly then, “Yeesh. Sounds like my stomach doesn’t even care.
Surprise me.”
He smiled wryly and gave me a wink before he spun around and began digging through my cupboards and refrigerator.
Conversation flowed effortlessly between us, but I was mesmerized by the gorgeous man moving around in my kitchen.
Knowing that he knew exactly how to tantalize and pleasure my body had me squirming in my seat and anxious for more.
After awhile he came around the island, holding a plate with a delectable looking turkey and swiss sandwich on a butter croissant with a variety of fruit. He placed it next to where I was seated, and as his fingers grazed my thigh he commanded softly, “Eat.”
I grinned again, stealing another glance at his full lips, aching to taste them once more, before grabbing the sandwich and taking a large bite out of it. My mouth pooled with saliva at the first bite, and I realized just how famished I had been. I hadn’t even completely swallowed before I was biting off another chunk of sandwich, chewing aggressively. It was quite a stretch of time before I realized he hadn’t said anything since commanding me to eat. My gaze flitted over to him, arms crossed and leaning against the island, a smirk on his face, as if he was holding back a laugh.
“What?” I asked, mouth still full of food.
He shook his head affectionately, “You’d never know you were practically a princess with the way you eat.”
Awareness washed over me and I realized just how unladylike I must have looked in that moment. Sheepishly, I swallowed the lump of food in my mouth and covered my face. He laughed, pulling at my fingers.
“Aw, don’t do that.”
I didn’t resist as he peeled my fingers away from my face. “It’s just really good.”
He ran his finger over my cheek before pulling away, “Good.
Keep eating.”
He grinned while I purposefully took smaller, more measured bites of the sandwich. “So, you were working today?” I asked, redirecting the attention back to him.
He nodded, “Yep. I had a few sessions to edit that I’ve been putting off.”
“Ah. What were you shooting this time?”
“Portraits.”
“People?”
He nodded slowly, staring straight into my eyes. The intensity of his stare caught me off guard and I blinked and picked at the fruit on the plate, self-consciously.
“That sounds like fun.” I picked up a cube of cantaloupe and bit into it, turning my attention back to him, “what do you normally take pictures of?”
He lifted one shoulder, shrugging, “Just depends. Mostly nature and landscapes, but the occasional portrait or editorial. I’m a freelancer, so I go wherever the money takes me.”
I nodded, still chewing, “Will you shoot me sometime?”
Just then, his hand reached up to caress my cheek. I leaned into the warmth of it, turning to press my lips to his palm. When I refocused my eyes on him, he was stepping between my legs again, tilting his head up to kiss me.
It was slow and deliberate. His free hand gripped my upper thigh and I gasped into his mouth, surprised at how instantaneously my body responded to his touch. I was hot and ready and he’d barely touched me. The sweet taste of his mouth was all masculine and the way he commanded my mouth was powerful, but still gentle. Like he was purposefully treating me with gentleness, coaxing the kiss out of me. He wasn’t forceful, but I felt myself yielding to him every time his lips were on mine.
He pulled away, a smile on his face, “I’d love to baby.”
I smiled back, feeling the need to catch my breath. This feeling was so new to me and I was intoxicated by it. Intoxicated by him. And it
had only been a few days. I realized I didn’t know much about him at all and he didn't know much about me either. Part of me liked that we still had so much to discover about each other. My entire life had been on display for everyone to see, so it was a welcomed change to know there were still people who didn’t quite know everything.
“So tell me about your day Alina,” he said, tracing imaginary circles on my thigh.
“Well,” I took another bite, “I woke up alone.” Pausing for dramatic emphasis, then continued, “then Rosa came over and we talked about the night. I called you. Then I talked to my parents.”
His eyebrows lifted, “Oh really?”
“Mmhmm,” I swallowed, the drag of his fingertips on my sensitive skin was starting to distract me.
“How was that?”
I blew out a long breath, “Um, interesting. My father seemed happy to hear my voice, and my mother. Well, she was my mother.”
He smirked, “That bad, huh?”
I nodded, “She’s not all bad, but she’s particular you know? And I’ve never quite fit in around them.”
“I can’t see you not fitting in anywhere you go,” he replied quietly, almost intimately. And without moving an inch, he seemed to be getting closer to me. It was like my entire focus shifted and he was the only thing I could focus on in the room.
“Believe it,” I whispered, struggling to get the words out. i was becoming more and more overwhelmed by him as the seconds ticked by.
We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. With his smoldering brown eyes and fierce expression, desire pooled between my legs. He stepped closer, sliding his hands up my thigh. I gasped as his thumbs brushed against the sensitive spot between my legs as he
gripped my upper thigh. His mouth covered mine and I leaned into him, feeling wobbly even though I was still sitting high on the counter.
He kissed me hot and heavy, as if he suddenly couldn’t bear another moment of our lips being apart. His hands left my thighs and moved to my neck, cupping the back of my head and holding me still while he turned his head this way and that, his lips moving mine apart. I ran my tongue along his, tasting the flavor that was unique to him.
Something about it made my lower belly flutter with longing. He made a low sound of desperation that rumbled between our kisses and I felt myself aching for more of him.
Almost as if he could hear my thoughts, he gripped my waist and lifted me off the counter. My legs automatically wrapped around his waist and his hands moved to support me underneath my ass. I pressed myself against him, desperate to feel something other than the unrelenting throbbing that pulsated there. I clutched his neck, our lips never parting, as he turned and started to walk. A few steps later, he lowered and my back fell against the plush sofa in the living room. I let go of his neck and gripped his face, still desperate to lose myself in his lips.
He pressed himself into me. I could feel his thickness rubbing against me just so. I panted, needing to feel him.
“Derrick…” I gasped against his mouth.
He pulled back just enough to shoot me a heated gaze. The kind of look that told me he wanted me just as badly as I needed him.
Effortlessly, he peeled my cotton shorts and panties over my hips and down my legs, and I sat forward just enough for him to pull my t-shirt over my head. Then he was back on me. His massive frame shielding me from the cool air billowing around the apartment. I clawed at his pants, while my mouth moved against his. I needed him naked. I couldn’t wait any longer.
“Hold on baby,” he rasped.
“No,” I whimpered, “I need you. Now.”
My forceful demand seemed to inspire compliance within him.
Within a few moments, his shirt was off and his pants were pooled at his ankles. He stood before me, his thick cock bobbing and curving toward me. I licked my lips in anticipation, unable to hold back my desire for him any longer.
I dove forward, kneeling before him, wrapping a hand around his length. My petite hands barely reached around his width. I moved, stroking long and slow, an
xious to taste him. I pressed my lips to the thick head of his cock. A drop of pre cum rested on my bottom lip and my eyes locked on his as I swiped my tongue over it, savoring its sweetness. He groaned, staring down at me with hooded eyes, and stroked the back of my neck.
I licked him long and slow and then sucked gently on the tip.
His eyes closed and a low hum rumbled in his throat. I smiled briefly, loving the power I felt over controlling his pleasure. He gasped when I took as much of him as I could manage to the back of my throat and held him there for a few moments. His hands threaded through my hair, gripping me harshly for a moment then relaxing. I backed off, my saliva coating his length, and wrapped my hand around the base of him.
Greedily, I milked his cock with my hand. Twisting and jerking upward to meet my mouth, where I sucked on the top half of his length.
Swallowing him completely was nearly impossible, but I tried repeatedly.
Earning more loud groans each time I did. His hips thrust lightly against me, finding a steady rhythm that suited him. I moaned, sending vibrations through him while cupping his balls gently with my other hand.
“Fuck, baby…” he panted, his hand sliding back to my neck to hold me in place while he rocked into me.
I groaned again, loving the way he was losing control. My hands reached around and kneaded his ass, letting him push further into my mouth. He thrusted and stilled, the head of his cock pressing against the back of my mouth. I swallowed, letting him sink further down my throat, and he let out a loud roar of a moan.
My body buzzed as he pulled out of me and lifted me onto my feet, covering my mouth with his. I could barely keep up as he kissed me feverishly before pushing me back down on the couch. His kneeled, face blazing with lust as he spread my legs open wide and dove into my core, tongue first.
I cried out and gripped the couch cushions at the first swipe of his tongue. He licked both of my lips like they were a delicacy before shoving his tongue between them, searching for my clit. He sucked on the tight bundle of nerves, earning a satisfied gasp from me. Pulling back he looked up at me coyly, “Is this what you wanted?”
I pulled my lip between my teeth, shaking my head earnestly, “I want you in there. Not your mouth.”
He growled low, kissing me once more before moving to settle over me. I hooked my legs around his waist, wriggling underneath him as I felt his thick, hard cock pressed against me. Our eyes locked together as he pushed forward slowly, breaching my opening. Both of us groaned, but the pleasure of being filled with him was nearly too much to take. Although my body was familiar with him, accommodating his size took some getting used to. My body stretched tight around him, slick from his kisses only seconds earlier.
His hips rolled into mine, driving his cock into me. Our lips connected as he pulled out just to bury himself inside of me over and over again. The moans I couldn’t help but release seemed to spur him on. He groaned loud against my mouth, pumping into me hard and fast.
I clenched my thighs around him and held on, knowing I wouldn’t last much longer.
He pulled his mouth away and sat back, a growl rumbling in the back of his throat. My breasts bounced with each hard thrust. He seemed to expand inside of me, filling me even more completely and I knew he was close. I flexed around his cock, desperate to explode right along with him.
“Ugh…fuck…fuck…” he yelled, driving deeper and harder.
“Yes baby,” I urged him on, needing him to let go.
“Shit! Alina!” he cried, his hands grasped my breasts and squeezed hard. His back bowed with his final drive, pushing deep inside my cleft as his seed burst forth, twisting into my womb. His climax sent me right over the edge into ecstasy. Pleasure rippled through my body and I cried out his name as each delicious wave crashed through me.
He pulled me to his chest and laid back on the couch, my tiny body lying on top of his massive one. I was sore in the best of ways and couldn’t wipe the satisfied smirk off my face.
“So you were telling me about your day?” he said, breaking the silence.
My loud laugh filled the apartment, “I did not expect you to say that after what just went down in here.”
He chuckled with me, “I hate being predictable.”
I lifted my head and kissed him softly, “Nothing about you is predictable.”
He winked, “So…about your day?”
I playfully rolled my eyes, laying my head back on his chest, “It was alright, like I said earlier. My parents told me about some benefit gala they want me to attend.”
“Are you going to go?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, frowning. “I left for a reason, you know?
But I don’t want to let down my father.”
He waited a beat before responding, “You can always go and come back. You don’t have to stay there.”
I chewed on my lip, contemplating what he was suggesting.
Rosa had said the same thing. It was possible. Being home for a few days didn’t mean I had to stay home forever.
“Come with me,” I blurted out.
His eyes widened and his eyebrows rose to his hairline, “What?”
I sat up, “Come with me. Please? I don’t want to go back there alone and if I have you there…”
His eyes roamed my now exposed and naked body. He sucked on his bottom lip, contemplating what I was asking. A blush crept across my chest and I shifted my hips so I was straddling him. I shuddered a moan, as my clit rubbed along his thickening cock. The sexual tension between us was unnerving. I’d never been this sexually attracted to anyone and even though my body was thoroughly exhausted, I was ready for more.
I dragged my nails over his chest, lightly fingering the hairs that grew there. He hissed, closing his eyes and pushing his hips up into me.
“C’mon, I can get a dress made by Rosa. You can do me in my parent’s house…”
He laughed, “Oh no. I can’t do that.”
His cock was rigid now and I glided my wet sex over it, loving the sensation, “Mmhmm. Well I guess you’ll just have to sex me up now so I won’t be so needy.”
His large hands found my slow-rocking hips and squeezed, letting his thumbs rub against my swollen clit. I gasped and my hands flew to my hair.
“You’re not needy. You’re greedy, babygirl.”
He worked his thumbs together in slow circles over the hood of my clit and I writhed. Greedy? I certainly was greedy for another release and he knew it. It didn’t take long before I was shuddering and crying out his name, coating his sex and his thumbs in my juices.
My breasts moved as I panted, coming down from the high he gave me. He palmed them, teasing my nipples.
“You want me to go with you?” he asked, his voice deep and sultry.
I nodded and chuckled, unable to open my eyes while I was riding the pleasure wave back down to earth, but loving how he could pick up a conversation right where it left off.
“I’m there,” he answered.
TWELVE | Derrick
Two days later, the sun was barely streaming in through her window as I quietly ran my fingers over her body. I had already been deep inside of her the evening before and was ready for more but she’d fallen asleep while we laid on the couch together watching a movie.
Well, she watched the movie. I watched her.
I was mesmerized by Alina. So often, I found that my chest ached in these moments when she was completely unaware of my fixation on her. It was as if I was holding my breath, not wanting to fully let myself be seen. I wanted her to see Derrick the man not Derrick the investigator, and not just for professional reasons. I genuinely wanted to be someone else for her. To her.
There was a dark cloud looming over us and I knew it would never work, so these moments where we could just be were precious to me. I cataloged every inch of her face, remembering where each freckle or mole resided, where her cheeks naturally reddened when she was
embarrassed or flushed, the way her eyes lidded slightl
y when she became aroused, the swell and curve of her mouth, the graceful angle of her jaw and neckline. I was a man obsessed and unapologetically so.
Under my dancing fingertips, her body rose and fell as her breathing deepened and goosebumps of awareness formed on her skin.
“Good morning,” she whispered, her voice groggy.
Her back pressed to my front and I didn’t know if her eyes were open or not, but I leaned forward, taking her earlobe gently between my teeth and whispering back, “Good morning, beautiful.”
She sighed contently, “Is it morning already?”
“Mhmm.” The vibrations of my response drew more
goosebumps on her skin. I kissed the flesh behind her ear, coaxing a moan out of her. “Careful, baby girl, I’m barely holding back over here.”
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