Fries Before Guys

by Vale, Lani Lynn

  “Derek…”

  He talked over me.

  “You went back to school the next day, fucking taking the bus because I was called out on a SWAT call and you didn’t want to inconvenience anybody,” he continued. “You somehow found ways to your own doctor appointments. You stopped calling me to pick you up from school. Then you moved out!”

  I blinked at the way he sounded so… broken.

  “You moved out,” he continued. “So yes, I know that you’re more than capable of doing shit on your own.” He paused. “These last six weeks have been torture. You won’t let me do anything for you. And honestly, it’s a little emasculating. I want to take care of you, Avery. And you just won’t let me.”

  I had no idea he felt like this.

  “Derek,” I said softly.

  “I’ve been waiting for weeks for you to ask me to go with you to prom,” he continued. “Yet you never did. So, I thought you just didn’t want to go. I mean, I’ve given you your space. I’ve let you do things your way. I figured if you wanted to go, you’d ask. But you didn’t. Why didn’t you ask?”

  I felt lower than low.

  “Because I thought you wouldn’t want to go,” I repeated. “Derek, it’s a stupid dance with teenagers. Why would I think you’d want to go?”

  I mean, if I’d honestly thought he’d want to go, I would’ve totally asked him. I would’ve asked and been proud to have him at my side.

  But he’d backed off a lot over these last few weeks. He hadn’t been helping me near as much. Hadn’t been forcing me to take the rides.

  And now I knew why.

  He wanted me to be in control of my life and if that included doing things on my own, he was going to let me. Even if it sucked to do it.

  “I can’t necessarily say it would’ve been comfortable,” he said. “But I would’ve gone. For you.”

  Now I really felt lower than low.

  “I wanted you to come with me,” I said softly. “I wanted you to come, and I wanted you to take me to school. I wanted you to tell me not to go when I moved back into my own place. I wanted you… and I felt like I was taking advantage. I felt like I was making you do things you didn’t want to be doing. I mean, you said you liked me. You didn’t say you wanted to play parent for me.”

  “It’s not playing parent,” Derek disagreed. “It’s caring. I care about you, Avery.”

  I felt my heart start speeding up.

  God, he looked so handsome in a suit.

  And his eyes.

  His eyes did things to me. Even when they were angry and aimed at me.

  I sighed and dropped my head into my hands.

  “I don’t want you to care about me,” I admitted. “I want you to want me.”

  I heard him move then.

  Startled, I looked up to find him only inches away.

  “You think that I don’t want you?” he asked.

  I groaned.

  “Derek…”

  “I’ve wanted you since I saw you at the fuckin’ police station taking my picture with my shirt off,” he growled. “You asked me out on a date, and I wanted nothing more than to say yes.”

  I swallowed hard.

  “Your cute little shirts, and your tight ass leggings,” he hissed. “You shouldn’t wear those to school.”

  I blinked.

  “What?”

  “Because I can see every goddamn inch of your ass,” he continued. “It makes me hard, Avery. I’m hard all goddamn day long. From the moment that I see you, to the moment that I don’t. All I have to do is think about you, about your hair or your lips, and I’m there. And I care. I fucking care a lot. I care that you’re hurting. I care that you keep getting kicked when you’re already down. I care, and I want you, and I don’t ever see that ending.”

  I felt tears forming in my throat.

  “You haven’t shown me…”

  “I haven’t shown you because you almost broke your goddamn neck, Avery,” he said. “I was scared to death I was going to break you. I don’t want to break you. I want to fix you. I want to love you. I want to care for you. I want to take you to goddamn school. I want to help you unpack boxes. I want you in my house and on my couch. I want you in my room. I want your shampoo and conditioner bottles taking up every available inch of my shower. Your underwear mixed in with my clothes. I. Want. You.”

  My heart felt like it was about to burst straight out of my chest.

  “Derek…”

  He moved until his body was pressed against mine.

  So close that I could feel his breath on my lips.

  “I. Want. You,” he continued. “I choose you.”

  Then he kissed me.

  He held onto my head, supported my neck, and kissed me.

  I didn’t pull away. I didn’t do a single thing but let him kiss me.

  And kiss me, he did.

  He kissed me so hard and long that when he finally pulled back, both of us were gasping for air.

  His eyes stayed locked on mine for long moments, then he looked down the length of my body. His eyes taking in my dress, my pebbled nipples through the thin material, and then moved lower until he could see where our hips were only inches apart.

  I would’ve done the same, but he’d never let go of my head.

  When his eyes finally returned to mine, it was with resolve in them.

  I could tell that he was about to pull away. Knew that if I didn’t do something, yet again, he’d be taking a step back.

  So I did the only thing I could.

  I trailed my hand down the length of his chest.

  The nervous butterflies entered my body then, taking flight in my belly and filling up my chest.

  I pushed them down, though, determined to do this.

  And by ‘this’ I meant taking that next step.

  His chest felt hard underneath my hand, and his suit jacket felt rough and scratchy.

  As I moved lower, his eyes widened a bit, as if he was surprised by what I was doing.

  It was no secret that I wasn’t experienced.

  At all.

  When had there been time?

  But I knew that Derek was.

  I also knew that he was trying to be careful with me, wanting the best for me but also wanting me at the same time. Those two things were warring in his brain right now. I could see the indecision in his eyes.

  He wanted to catch my hand before it got any lower. He wanted me to go lower as well, practically begging me with his eyes for me to do it.

  I drew in a deep breath, then did it.

  First, I caught the two buttons that were holding his suit coat closed, unbuttoning them with fumbling fingers.

  He licked his lips, eyes lit with fire.

  I moved my hand until it was right above his belt, right where his shirt tucked into the pants, and dipped my fingers in, teasing and testing.

  I had no clue what to do, but the way Derek’s eyes flared, and his hands clenched on my face, let me know without words that it was right.

  I closed my eyes, feeling the nerves start to take over. I could do it. I wanted to do it.

  But seeing the indecision warring in Derek’s eyes was making me waver. Making me want to pull back.

  I didn’t want to pull back, though. I wanted to have his cock in my hand.

  Determined now, I dipped my fingers even lower, stopping when I encountered something very hard. Very thick. And pulsing.

  I moaned, unable to help it.

  My thighs clenched, and I inadvertently rocked forward so that my hips were now firmly lodged against his.

  His breath caught in his throat, but still he didn’t pull away.

  I pulled back, my hand now going to his belt, and unlatched it.

  My other hand finally got into the mix, and slowly but surely I got it undone, and the button of his suit pants unbuttoned.

  He growled. “Avery…”

  I didn’t ope
n my eyes. Didn’t stop, either.

  I didn’t want to, and I damn sure could feel that he didn’t want to now that I was pressed against him.

  His impressive ass was enough to hold his pants up, but they gaped enough in the front that I could pull his shirttails free.

  “Avery…”

  I slowly started to unbutton his shirt, one by one, until every inch of his chest was exposed, and the shirttails were no longer in my way.

  That was when I opened my eyes, unable to help myself.

  I just had to see.

  And his chest was magnificent.

  Oh, and he had a new tattoo.

  “When did you get this done?” I breathed, running my fingers over the skin.

  I’d seen him shirtless before. Granted, I hadn’t studied his chest because I didn’t want him knowing that I was looking, but I would’ve noticed it.

  “Avery…”

  Since I knew that he was trying to convince himself that this was a bad idea, I sidestepped the tattoo question and went to the gaping pants.

  He wasn’t wearing underwear.

  Seriously.

  He had none on.

  All I could see was tanned skin that went down to the root of his cock, which was surrounded by golden pubic hair.

  His cock was being held down by his pants, resting down the side of his left pants leg.

  I licked my lips and repeated ‘you can do it’ in my head as I reached out and stroked the base of his cock with one lone finger.

  He shuddered, his hips jerking against me, urging me on without words.

  “Avery…”

  He sounded so pained that I almost smiled.

  I pushed his pants down just enough that his cock popped free, and my own breath caught this time.

  Holy. Shit.

  He was big.

  I had no other cocks to compare him to. Honestly, I’d never even seen a dildo before except for on Amazon, so I really had no clue if he was big or small. But Jesus Christ.

  The man was big. So big, in fact, that when I wrapped my hand around it, my fingers didn’t even touch on the other side.

  Derek cursed, his voice sounding as if he’d gargled rocks.

  The rumble of his voice made shivers of excitement roll down my spine.

  My nipples pebbled even harder, too, reminding me that though he was exposed, not one single part of my body was.

  I reached back with my free hand that wasn’t wrapped around his cock and unlatched my halter top, letting it fall down.

  My breasts bounced free, causing his swift inhale of surprise.

  He groaned and finally allowed his hands to drop from my head.

  Instead, they went to the wall where he fisted them and pressed hard, causing the muscles in his chest to ripple.

  The move also pushed him farther away from me, causing his dick to be the only thing that was pressing against me now.

  There was a dot of liquid that was pearling at the tip of his cock, and I couldn’t stop myself from swiping the liquid with my thumb.

  “Taste it,” he growled.

  I finally looked back up into his eyes to see that he was finally all the way on board.

  There was no indecision at all in his eyes.

  Only need and want.

  I let go of his cock and brought my thumb up to my mouth, poking my tongue out to swipe at the digit.

  All the while I kept my eyes on him.

  “Fuck,” he growled. “What’s it taste like?”

  “Salty,” I admitted. “But not really much of anything.”

  It wasn’t enough.

  I’d need more to give him a full rundown of what it tasted like.

  I dropped my eyes back down to his cock, which once again had a pearl of liquid on the tip.

  Catching it with my pointer finger this time, I did what he’d asked all over again, this time letting my finger rest on my tongue for a few seconds while I caught his eyes.

  His eyes flared, and I practically saw the reins he had on his control snap.

  He yanked me to him, causing my neck to wobble, and dropped his head so that his mouth could catch my nipple.

  I gasped when he circled the tip with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it.

  Hard.

  “Derek,” I gasped, allowing my head to rest against the wall at my back. “Please.”

  I didn’t know what I needed, or what I was asking for, but Derek apparently did.

  He moved until he could catch the hem of my gown and slowly started to lift the silky material up over my hips.

  Loud, raucous laughter sounded somewhere close, and Derek froze.

  “The door’s locked,” I said, remembering I’d flicked the lock as I’d entered.

  He let my nipple go with a soft pop, then turned his eyes up to meet mine as he continued to bunch the material in his fist as he slid it farther and farther up the length of my legs.

  My chest was heaving as he finally got to the end, his hand meeting my barely-there panties.

  I’d bought them on a whim at the store last week, knowing that I would need something slinky and small if I was going to wear it underneath the dress and it not show.

  I’d gotten them for a whopping six dollars and had put my bottle of iced coffee back just to get them.

  Seeing Derek’s eyes as he took in my panties?

  Totally worth every single penny.

  “Jesus,” he said as he allowed his fingers to play along the material. “What is this? A scrap of material that they fashioned into underwear?”

  I grinned.

  That grin fell right off my face when he fisted the material with one hand and deftly ripped it straight off my body.

  One swift yank and the material was gone, and my lower body was fully exposed.

  The cool air hit the lips of my sex, letting me know instantly how wet I was.

  It was practically leaking down my thighs I wanted him so badly.

  Something in which he encountered himself when he wrapped his hand around my ass and allowed his fingers to sweep along the lips of my sex from behind.

  He growled when he encountered my wetness, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean.

  Every single inch of my body was frozen solid as I watched him suck his fingers.

  “Hop up onto the table,” he growled, stepping back.

  He moved until I was free to do what he wanted me to do, then walked back toward the door to make sure it actually was locked.

  It was.

  And by the time he turned back around, I was on the table where they prepped food.

  In fact, there was a box of cupcakes with silver snowflakes still sitting directly beside me.

  When he turned, his cock bobbed, causing my breath to catch.

  It looked angry.

  His cock head was a muted purple, and there were veins sticking out all over his impressive length.

  “Look at my face,” he ordered as he walked closer.

  I couldn’t.

  I literally couldn’t pull my gaze away.

  “I can’t,” I breathed.

  He walked up to me, his cock brushing against my bare inner thigh, and palmed my breast.

  I watched as a drop of moisture from his cock smeared against the inside of my leg.

  “Look at me,” he ordered again.

  I practically peeled my eyes away from his cock and brought them up to meet his.

  “Good girl,” he said, then held my eyes as he dropped his mouth to once again catch one of my nipples with his lips.

  “What do you like?” he asked.

  What did I like?

  I had no fucking idea.

  “Everything that you’re willing to do to me,” I found myself saying.

  I mean, there were some things that I had questions about, but I had a feeling that Derek wouldn’t do anything that I wasn’t going to lik
e.

  Not ever.

  He hummed in agreement, moving his mouth until it was hovering over my breast.

  “I’m sure there are some things that you don’t want…” he breathed before taking the other nipple into his mouth.

  I closed my eyes and let the sensations he was evoking in me take over, loving the way each pull of his mouth on my nipple caused my pussy to clench.

  I was so focused on the way he was making me feel that I didn’t notice that his hands were once again on the move until he ran one lone finger down the crease of my sex.

  I jolted, surprised to find his fingers there.

  “Lean back so I can get to the rest,” he ordered.

  I would’ve leaned back onto my elbows, but my neck just wasn’t up for the task.

  Instead, I laid all the way back and allowed my head to rest on the cool metal surface.

  He roughly yanked me down, pulling me until nearly all of my ass was hanging off of the metal work surface.

  Then dropped his mouth to my pussy.

  I gasped and jolted, causing my dress to fall down and partially cover his head.

  I reached blindly down for it and rucked it farther up my body, exposing everything from my belly button down to his searching hands.

  “You taste so good,” he said, taking another lick.

  And another. And another.

  He paid specific attention to my clit and my entrance, circling both in a figure-eight pattern that had my knees shaking and my need in the extreme levels.

  “Hold your thighs back,” he ordered. “I want to concentrate and use both of my hands.”

  I didn’t argue with him, giving him exactly what he wanted.

  I mean, who would argue with a man who wanted to pay extra special attention to your vagina? Because that sure as fuck wasn’t me. I wasn’t raised to be a fool.

  And thank God that I wasn’t, because with his hands now in the mix, one set of fingers holding my pussy apart, and the other hand now using a single digit to push into my pussy, I felt like I was on fire.

  Pleasure bloomed like a low burning inside of me, starting small, but getting bigger and bigger with each lick, suck, and tug.

  Soon I was writhing on the surface I was laid out on, wondering how in the hell I’d gotten myself here.

  I was supposed to be out there, documenting those kids’ prom. Instead, I was making my own memories flat on my back, experiencing the best thing that I’d ever experienced in my life.