by J. C. Allen
When we got home, Derek parked the bike with record time. I watched as he worked to slide off the seat, nearly falling as he did. I could tell he was just as pent up as I was, and I nearly laughed at how silly we must’ve looked. The only reason I didn’t?
I was so horny I just wanted to make love to him right there in that parking lot.
I slid off the bike as well, joining him by his side. He glanced over at me, his eyes traveling across my body. I let him look, even pushing out my chest as he shivered in excitement.
“You are a tease, you know that?” he said, chuckling softly.
“I am?” I asked innocently. “I thought you had your way with me this morning? What’s so teasing about that?”
“Well, you know, it’s like, umm… God fucking damn!”
I just laughed. What else could I do in that spot that wouldn’t get me arrested for public indecency?
“I know,” I said. “It’s my revenge for how you teased me about the location of our date!”
By the time we were headed through the doors, I could tell we both were desperate for the other. Both of our bodies seemed to scream for the other, and as I followed Derek towards the elevator leading to our condo, I let the last of my worries for the rest of the night go. I knew what was about to happen.
But I wanted to concentrate on the now and worry later. And so, as Derek’s hand cupped my ass as we waited for the elevators, it was like he squeezed any potential worries out of my body.
My body thrummed with anticipation as I watched the elevator doors slide open. A part of me compared the sight to what was about to happen. Derek would open me up like he always did, he’d lift me to heights that seemed impossible, and I would feel so relaxed afterward I would scarcely believe it had happened.
In other words, sex with Derek was like what a caveman would feel getting on an elevator.
It was totally different than anything from before.
No, that wasn’t quite right. It wasn’t casual sex any longer—it was making love. I had always scoffed when my old friends had commented on the difference between sex and making love, but with Derek I had found exactly what they’d meant when they said that. There was a difference.
Derek had changed the meaning behind sex, or making love, completely for me. I’d never experienced true passion before him. Suffice to say, I would never give this up. I hoped that things would never change between us. Sex was a physical act, the pleasurable sensation derived from feeling his enormous member slide into my tight wetness.
Making love… even for someone like me, who loved words, loved stringing them together, and loved playing with them, it was different. It was like we came together as one, but still while maintaining our individuality. I didn’t know how to describe it, but I sure knew it was what I was experiencing.
As I stepped through the elevator doors, Derek didn’t take any time in jumping me. I gasped as he took my hips in his strong grip and pulled me against him. I let out a small breath as I felt him against my thigh. I could feel the spreading warmness that always came from his touch begin to grow within me, and I eagerly leaned against him. His mouth came down on mine, his lips perfectly melding with mine. I moaned, running my tongue against his lips, wanting to make the next move since he had beaten me to the first. He groaned, opening his mouth to let me explore.
I knew there was most likely a camera in the elevator and I didn’t care. While I certainly wasn’t interested in returning to my “old” life, I couldn’t deny the slight thrill that came from the idea of being caught.
As long as I was being caught with Derek.
Damnit, now I wanted to be caught with Derek!
We began an all-out war with our tongues, both working to gain dominance over the other. Derek groaned, holding my waist tighter as he pressed against me, his cock so hard that it felt like a steel beam against my leg. The elevator doors opened to our condo and we both made our way into the living area, neither of us wanting to let go of the other. I giggled at the awkward dance we made as we worked around the furniture towards the bedroom.
“I bet we look really silly, don’t we?” Derek said, chuckling against my mouth.
“Well, I hope whoever is watching enjoys the show then,” I said, smirking as I nipped at his lower lip. “And I hope this entire city is catching a view of us right now.”
He groaned at that and lifted me into his arms to finish our journey to the bed. I smirked at the sheer strength he possessed at how easily he lifted me. While no one would call me heavy, he’d lifted me like I weighed nothing at all.
I shivered, wrapping my arms around his neck as he carried me the rest of the way to the bedroom. As we reached the bed, he threw me down on the bed. I gasped, falling back, sprawled on the bed.
Whatever had happened this morning, this was ten times better. It was a damn good thing we had waited this afternoon—it meant building up the kind of energy needed for this, and oh boy was there about to be an atomic explosion of love.
“H-hey!” I said, panting.
“What? Don’t like me going all berserker on you?”
Ohhhhh shit.
“I told you that in confidence!” I pouted.
“And what? You didn’t expect me to bring it up then?” he said, crawling over me on the bed.
Oh, Derek Knight.
Oh, Eve Kellerman, you’re about to learn the lesson of be careful what you wish for.
“I guess not,” I mumbled.
“Shall I… ravage you then?” he asked, his eyes gleaming wickedly.
“You are awful!”
“Indeed, but you love me,” he said, kissing my cheek.
“Are you going to then?” I asked, grinning back. “Ravage me?”
For a half second, he seemed like he was going to answer with words, but then a look came across his eyes that told me I would get no such confirmation. Instead, needing no more motivation, he ripped my shirt off. I gasped as the top literally ripped off of me, the front seams tearing off and leaving a scrap of fabric in its wake. I glanced up at Derek, shock and awe on my face. Nothing about him displayed regret.
“You ripped my shirt!” I said, pouting. “I liked that shirt!”
“I’ll buy you another one,” he said. “Now hush.”
Fuuuuuuck.
Fuck yes.
I shivered, watching as he undid my bra with just enough ease that he wouldn’t have to go to the store to buy a new one and threw it across the room. He smirked down at me as he lowered himself to my breasts. I moaned, watching as he captured one of my nipples in his mouth. I shivered, loving the feel of his mouth on me as his other hand worked its way down my stomach.
He began to slide my pants and panties off in one quick motion, not even moving his mouth from my breast. I shivered, watching as he slid his one hand between my legs, beginning to rub my clit.
It was almost as if he knew what berserker romance consisted of without even having to ask it. No talk, little foreplay—just getting straight down to the good stuff.
“Oh god!” I panted. “It feels so good! Oh, Derek!”
“Good girl,” he said, toying with me as he spoke. “Take your pleasure, baby. Take it on my command.”
I moaned, bucking against his hands as he slid his fingers inside me. His thumb continued on my clit as his fingers worked inside me. His mouth never left my breast as he continued to finger me. I was growing crazy from his touch!
I could no longer say that I wanted this. I no longer wanted to make love or have sex. I neededhim, Derek Knight, and everything that came with him.
And, God fucking damnit, he was not giving that all to me!
“Don’t tease me anymore!” I pouted.
“Aww, I want one orgasm before I fuck you,” he said, grinning wickedly. “Doctor’s orders, babe.”
“You aren’t fair,” I said, the last of my words coming out more as a moan as he began to work that much harder.
My head fell back against the pillow, succumbing to hi
s “torture”. I shivered, loving the feel of his hands on me, his mouth on my breast. I could feel myself growing close and tried to will it to come faster. I needed, needed, needed him inside me and if that meant I needed to have an orgasm first, dammit, I would force one out!
As Derek continued with his fingers and mouth, I could feel my climax growing. I arched back, letting loose a loud cry…
And then my orgasm came actually really came.
I cried out, feeling Derek go that much faster as he helped me ride out my climax. Before I was even finished, Derek slid his fingers out, replacing them with his thick shaft. I whimpered, arching forward and pressing my lips against his.
It was truly unlike anything I had ever experienced—merciless in the best way possible, unending, and like a ride that had no slow up, just a constant series of speed, loops, and corkscrews.
He returned the kiss as he began to thrust inside me, his thick length filling me perfectly. His hands moved up my hips and captured my breasts in his palms. His thumbs flicked over my nipples as he ran his tongue against my lips, parting them easily. I moaned, running my tongue against his as he continued to fill my insides.
Unreal was the only word that came to mind. Most especially because I was getting to the edge again!
“Oh! I’m close again!” I moaned against his mouth. “Dee-ee-ee-erek…”
“Do it,” he growled. “Come for me. Come!”
I cried out, feeling another release slam through me, sending my entire body into a wave of sensations. My body was suddenly on high alert and every thrust from Derek’s cock nearly overwhelmed me with pleasure. It was almost too intense to take, but Derek seemed to know exactly how to handle it.
He slowed down, thrusting slowly inside me, sending small bursts of pleasure through me. I fell back, already once again nearly in the throes of orgasm.
This time, Derek joined. He let loose a loud groan, telling me he was close, before speeding up inside me.
“Oh god!” I cried out, arching back. “It’s so… oh my God!”
“Come for me,” he groaned. “No, Eve, come with me!”
I cried out as another wave of pleasure flooded me, my release rocketing out and sending my body into another shockwave of pleasures. Derek joined me this time, filling me with his cum as he continued to push deep and hard inside me. I cried out, loving the feel of our joint orgasms, of how connected we felt at that moment.
It was so perfect.
This—this—was making love.
I shivered, falling back against the bed and coming crashing out of the bliss. Derek toppled over me as my hands rested gently on his back. It was… it was…
It was over.
And as I looked at the clock, which read 11:42, I knew Derek now had to leave within basically the next couple of minutes.
It didn’t seem fair to leave things there. I worked to catch my breath as I glanced up, seeing Derek as he sat at the edge of the bed. I could see he felt as conflicted as I was and I sat up, wrapping my arms around his neck.
“I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered, leaning against my touch. “I want to stay with you all night. Just let this be our moment. Our night. Our love.”
“I know,” I said, squeezing him tighter. “I don’t want you to leave either. It doesn’t seem fair, does it?”
“Not at all,” he agreed, resting his cheek against my arm.
But life wasn’t fair. And more than that, the Black Falcons certainly weren’t fair—the notion that they would let us have this moment was not only laughable, it was the exact opposite of how they would actually behave.
“Don’t take longer than you need, okay?” I said, running my hand through his hair. “I don’t want you to overwork yourself. And I want you back for a round three later.”
“I’ll try not to go so hard,” he said, laughing before sighing. “But Eve, worry about yourself tonight. Get some sleep and don’t wait up for me if you can help it. OK? I’ll be back. I promise.”
“I’ll try to,” I said, even though I knew full well until he walked back through those elevator doors, I wasn’t going to get a wink of sleep.
I watched as he slipped from my arms, moving to get dressed. Already, I could feel how cold the bed suddenly felt without him. I pressed my knees to my chest, holding them as I watched him put on his pants and then his shirt. I didn’t want to leave the apartment; hell, I didn’t know how well I could stand right now.
I hated how quickly things had suddenly changed. The date had been amazing, the night had been amazing.
And then, with a single glance at the clock, we had gone from making love to our love making ending.
I reminded myself that once Falcon and his club were gone, things would continue to be this amazing. I had to just wait this all out and help however I could. Once this was all done, we could go on a roadtrip, stay here, travel through the city freely, or even go to Italy like his photo showed.
But “once this was all done” was not going to happen tonight. It might not even be happening until next week. It might not ever happen if the Falcons get to him…
I took a deep breath, glancing back at Derek, seeing that he was almost dressed. I wanted to say one last goodbye, but thought better of it. It already wasn’t easy to watch him leave after such an amazing night; getting up and saying goodbyes again would just hurt us. I would just say “see you later” or something… something weak like that…
I wanted to scream to stop him. How could we know if this wasn’t a trap set by Falcon? And if it was a trap, what did that mean for Derek? Would he be able to handle it? What if it was too much for just him?
We should’ve given him backup. We—yes, we, I’m part of the Saviors now—should have sent someone with him. The Falcons wouldn’t care about five low-level Saviors on their bikes. But Derek?
I wondered if I should say something, but then thought better of it. They had all discussed it together. Sending in more men right now was unnecessary. Who knew if he’d find anything anyway? Maybe it was all just a warning so far. Maybe this whole chase wouldn’t result in anything.
Or maybe this will kill him.
A warning wasn’t good, was it? What could the Falcons have planned next? I felt dread settle once again in my stomach and hated just how familiar of a feeling it had become.
I chewed my lip, hating how worried I suddenly felt. Again, I felt how unfair it was that I had just went from being on cloud nine to feeling this awful dread.
If nothing else, it only intensified and increased the hatred I had for Chuck, Rock, the Falcon, and anyone else associated with that club.
“I’ll see you later, okay?” Derek said, walking back into the room.
I guess we aren’t going to avoid our goodbyes. I guess…
It’s better this way. You’d regret it if something happens.
If? Or… when?
“Be safe, please,” I said. “We don’t know what you’re going into.”
“I will be, I promise,” he said, patting the side of his leather jacket. “I’ve got something just in case.”
Say no more.
“Alright, that’s good, I guess,” I said, looking down at my hands.
Nothing was truly “good” in this spot, but I had to go with it.
“Once this is all over, you and I will go away somewhere, get away from all of this, I promise,” Derek said, kneeling down, taking my face in his hands. “I know how bad this all seems now.”
“I know, but Derek, be careful, and I mean it,” I said, hating that he felt he had to make me feel better when he was the one going out into a possible danger. “I trust you, Derek. I’m not getting cold feet or anything, just… I know how crazy you can get sometimes about vengeance and all that. Which is good, but… just control it, OK? I’ll be here waiting for you.”
“Good,” he said, grinning lopsidedly. “I don’t think I could do this without your support.”
“You’ll always have it,” I said, leaning up and kis
sing his cheek. “Go kick some Falcon ass.”
“I will if I find any,” he promised, standing and grinned. “I love you, Eve.”
“I love you too,” I said, smiling warmly.
I love you more than anyone I’ve ever known, Derek.
I watched as he left the room and waited for the sounds of the elevator door to open and close before falling back against the bed. I clenched my eyes shut, grasping the necklace at my neck for strength.
Things would work out. I just had to continue to believe that things would work out.
I decided that I would save “The Land Before Time” until he was back and we could watch it together. I know I had gotten it for my own sanity, but with Derek’s safety, there was no such thing as sanity.
I closed my eyes, focusing on the necklace as I worked to relax myself. The condo suddenly felt so empty without Derek, the bed cold with just me, but I somehow found strength. The thought of a future with Derek helped. I could be strong for Derek, just as he had been strong for me. There would definitely be a future.
Right?
5
Derek
It was an awful situation. There was no other way to describe it.
Having to leave Eve after just an amazing day and night felt like the worst sort of crime. It was quite possibly one of the best dates we’d ever been on… and because the Falcon wanted to play some silly game like the Riddler, I had to leave her.
As I stood in the elevator, I clenched my fists. Every second in that elevator—every moment that it took me that much farther away from Eve and closer to all the bullshit going on out there—just made me hate Falcon and the whole rotten Black Falcons all the more for what I was being put through.
And, as it always did, the spark of negativity ignited a cracked fuel line in my head and started an explosion of dark thoughts.
First my father.
Then my brother.
Then my wife, our child, and the rest of my otherwise normal fucking life.
And now…
Now I had to leave Eve again so that I could go hunt him down. Because if I didn’t hunt him down, Eve would join that list—assuming I didn’t get there first.