by Golland, KM
Derek patted Bryce on the back. ‘You should be worried about that, mate,’ he said playfully, before moving away and pulling up a chair next to me.
As he sat and turned in my direction, our eyes locked and something within us both ignited. I couldn’t speak for him and guess what emotions he was feeling, but for me, my heart was pounding uncontrollably within my chest and I all of a sudden felt like crying. It was absolutely fucking insane.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Derek, Bryce, Will, Matt and Lucy played the remainder of their gig, which gave me a chance to calm my farm. Coming to the realisation that you could quite possibly have found the one you want to share the rest of your life with was the most terrifying revelation ever. I shit you not. It was more terrifying than MAC going out of business or David Gandy quitting modelling.
Now that the gig was coming to a close, I found myself starting to think about my impending fuck-fest with Caramello Koala. Not to mention that I now wanted to become Mrs Caramello Koala in the distant, distant future. Holy fucking shitballs. I want to be Mrs fucking Caramello Koala.
‘Ready to go?’ Bryce asked, as he slid his hand across Alexis’ back. Shit! Shit! Shit! No!
‘No, Alexis and I need the ladies room,’ I insisted, almost at the point of panic.
She gave me an unsure look then turned to Bryce. ‘Be back in a minute. I’ll meet you at the car. Apparently I need to pee.’
As we pushed through the door of the bathroom, she gave me a questioning stare. ‘So why the last minute toilet trip?’
Not knowing how to divulge my life changing ‘WTF?’ moment, I answered her flatly. ‘Because I have a bladder to empty.’
‘Why else?’ she probed further.
Entering the toilet cubicle, I sighed, figuring that I should just come out with it. ‘Because I’m still shitting bricks.’
‘Literally or figuratively speaking, Carls? We are in the loo, remember?’
‘Figuratively, you idiot! I’m terrified of having sex with Derek, and clearly he wants it ... tonight!’ I put my head in my hands, elbows resting on my knees.
‘Carls, for god’s sake just screw the man. What is wrong with you? I’ve never seen you this apprehensive about intimacy, ever!’ She flushed the toilet and I followed shortly after.
‘I don’t fucking know,’ I groaned painfully. ‘I hate this feeling. What ... the ... fuck is this feeling?’ I demanded while we both stared at our reflections in the bathroom mirror.
‘I think it’s lurrrve,’ she purred, moronically. Love? Oh, you can fuck right off to Fucktown.
‘Pfft. It’s not love. I barely know him,’ I dismissed.
She flicked water at my head, getting my attention. ‘You love him.’
‘You’re disgusting,’ I replied, wiping it off.
‘Well, you are falling for him at least. That’s the only explanation.’
I looked back at my reflection in the mirror, knowing that she was speaking the god’s honest truth. ‘Urgh! You’re right. I think I’m falling in love with him, and we haven’t even had sex yet. This is insane.’
Alexis moved to the hand dryer, raising her voice over the loud hum. ‘No, it’s not. It’s exciting and wonderful and the first time you have sex with him is going to be great.’
A smile teased at the corner of my mouth as I joined her to dry my hands.
‘Go home, Carls. Shave your legs, arms, pussy and toes if you have to —’
‘I don’t have hairy toes. Who has hairy toes?’ I rebuked.
‘Shave whatever needs shaving, then moisturise and do all the fucked-up shit we think we have to do before we let a man see us naked. Then make sure you practise your alphabet to loosen the muscles in your face.’ She started emphasising the letters ‘A’ and ‘O’ opening her mouth wide, suggestively. ‘When was the last time you sucked cock? It’s been a while, hasn’t it? You would’ve told me otherwise.’ Oh, I’ve sucked cock, all right. And I owned that alphabet shit right there.
‘Fuck off,’ I retorted, looking away and not wanting to insinuate the obvious ... which was that my mouth had already enjoyed some of Derek’s cock. For once in my life I didn’t want to brag, and that, in itself, was strangely out of character.
‘Yeah, I thought as much.’
‘Well, I’m not telling you anymore,’ I said as I walked past her and pushed the door open to return to the rooftop.
‘Oh, yes you will. I want a phone call first thing tomorrow morning.’
***
The atmosphere in the car during the drive to Derek’s house was like nothing I had ever experienced before. My chest was heaving uncontrollably and my thighs were trembling as a result of my excited yet nervous anticipation. I was an emotional wreck at the thought of what was to come — that notion extremely foreign to me — for I knew what we shared was so much more.
‘You’re nervous, aren’t you?’ he asked, breaking the silence between us.
I opted to remain staring out of the window when I answered quietly. ‘Just a little.’
‘Why?’ he asked, his soft, concerned voice filling my ears.
I turned to face him. ‘To be honest, I’m not sure.’
‘I know my cock is huge, baby, but I won’t hurt you,’ he said with a playful smile, quickly glancing at me.
Laughing, I could tell this was his way of easing my tension. ‘I’m not afraid of your cock, Derek. I like your cock. In fact, I like it very much.’
‘Then why are you nervous?’ Jesus, stop asking me that.
Sighing, and continuing with my new-found Carly-speaks-the-truth quality, I answered honestly yet again. ‘Because I don’t do intimacy very well, I never have. How can I put this? I feel without feeling.’
Derek turned the corner and pulled up at a tiny-looking cottage with a picket fence. The quaint little house had me raising my eyebrow at him questioningly. ‘That’s ... cute,’ I said, trying to hold in my impending laugh.
‘Don’t let the fence fool you,’ he advised, nodding his head toward his house. ‘My place is badarse.’
‘Yeah, it looks it,’ I said, clearly lacking sincerity while nodding and smiling, before reaching down and grabbing hold of my bag which sat at my feet. Derek climbed out of the truck, jogged round to my side of the car and opened the door for me.
Swivelling around to face him and thinking I was about to slide down from the seat until my feet hit the road, I was pleasantly surprised when he stepped up to me and opened my legs, slotting himself in between them.
He slowly ran his hands up the outside of my denim-covered thighs until he secured my arse and pulled me to his pelvis in a rough jerking motion. ‘Stop with the nervous shit. There’s nothing to be nervous about. I’m going to worship that pretty little body of yours with my own and I can tell you it’s going to be fucking intimate. You will feel everything,’ he said as he slowly thrust his hips against me.
My eyes fluttered and a small cry of pleasure whispered across my lips.
Derek leaned forward and brushed a wisp of my hair away from my face. ‘After we are done, baby, then you can tell me whether you do intimacy or not, all right?’
I clenched my legs tightly around his hips and rubbed my pussy against him, desperately trying to relieve some of the ache my clit was harbouring. ‘All right,’ I said with a relieved smile. Then, slinging my bag over his shoulder and wrapping my arms around his neck, I motioned toward the house. ‘Now how ’bout you show me your pretty little cottage and then fuck me inside it.’
He lifted me to him, provoking a small scream of excitement to escape my throat. ‘How ’bout I fuck you first then show you around.’
Mashing my lips to his, I mumbled, ‘Sounds like a plan.’
Derek carried me up the path and onto the small verandah, all the while plunging his tongue into my mouth. He fumbled with his key as he tried to unlock the door, cursing sweet words of frustration in the process.
It made me giggle.
After finally getting the door
open, he stepped us into his narrow foyer where I dropped my bag behind him in order to run my hands up and over his closely shaved head. I loved the feel of his short hair stubble as it gently caressed the palm of my hands.
Pressing me up against the wall, he groaned with a desperate fierceness that rendered any control I’d previously held utterly useless. Then, pushing a code into the security panel beside my head, he continued to kiss me passionately.
The carnal desperation, desire and palpable need arising from him stripped me of oxygen. I separated my mouth from his and drew in some much needed air. My lips were plump, moist and buzzing with the after-effects of his divine oral assault.
Searching his eyes for the smallest of seconds, I could see — for the first time — his vulnerability. On the surface he may have displayed such brazen cockiness, but on the inside, he was just as nervous as me.
Leaning forward, I kissed him softly, changing the pace from frenzied to sensual. Then, sliding my hands down his back, I pulled his t-shirt free from his jeans and yanked it over his head.
Derek’s smooth, muscled chest was a sight to behold and lock away for those lonely nights with just me and my Lelo. It truly was a piece of fapping-art.
Leaning down once again as he held me to the wall, I licked his pec and gently sucked his tense nipple into my mouth.
‘Carly,’ he warned with ardour, pulling me away from the wall with lightning speed.
We entered frenzied territory once more as I slid my tongue back into his mouth and held his head tightly. I couldn’t get enough of all that he wanted to give me — I couldn’t get enough of him.
He walked me along the hall until we made a turn into what I assumed was his bedroom. I didn’t take much notice of my surroundings, for now was not the time. Instead, I became acutely aware of his mattress beneath me as he gently laid me down upon it.
Scooting backward as he crawled like a hungry animal above me, my entire body buzzed with a sexual depravation that I knew he would soon remedy.
‘Stop,’ he said firmly, halting my backward scooting.
I looked into his eyes, wondering what the hell we were stopping for and if I’d done something wrong. ‘What —’
Slowly, he began to unbutton my shirt, each touch of his fingers to my skin like a searing knife, invisibly branding me.
With every button he undid, he would smooth open the shirt wider and wider until it fell completely open, exposing his La Perla gift.
‘Fuck!’ he ground out, taking in the black lace bustier with red ribbon detailing. With not as much composure as he’d just managed, he began unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down, revealing the matching G-string, garter and stocking.
‘Jesus fucking Christ!’ he whispered.
I giggled and looked down upon my body. ‘Yeah, I’m all right,’ I said conceitedly.
‘You are more than all right. You’re gorgeous, Carly. But as hot as this looks on you, it’s time for it to come off.’
‘Like fun it is!’ I said resolutely, kicking his hands away. ‘This would have cost an absolute fortune. I’m not taking it off now. You are just going to have to fuck me while I’m in it.’
Derek’s eyes widened at my stubborn stance, so I lazily let my legs fall apart, rewarding him with the view only an expensive crotchless G-string could give him.
He leered devilishly, then pulled me toward him in a swift movement that nearly stole my breath and, before I knew it, he had rolled us over until I was straddling his chest. ‘Sit that pussy of yours on my face, now!’ he demanded.
His insistent tone and greedy expression had me wet almost instantly and, not wanting to wait a second longer to feel that talented tongue of his slide over me, I crawled up and over his shoulders until my butt rested on his chest.
‘Up,’ he said, as he lifted my arse with both his hands, placing my pussy on his mouth.
‘Oh, god!’ I croaked, feeling his tongue caress me in a long, slow and tortuous sweep. As it glided over my wet skin, every nerve ending I possessed in that area woke and tingled exquisitely. The man and his ability to use that mouth muscle was beyond impressive. And again, without wanting to sound like a slutsky, I’ve had plenty of tongue-wielders to compare him to. My Carly-cave has seen its fair share of muff-divers.
Grabbing the top of the headboard for balance, I began to slowly move my hips against his face, heightening the sensation as I experienced the softness of his lips and tongue, the hardness of his nose and chin, and the roughness from his stubble. Every surface that my sensitive clit came into contact with mixed gloriously with his artistry: the way in which he alternated from lapping, to flicking, to sucking and then probing was a divine pleasure.
I murmured incoherently, the sounds leaving my mouth not legitimate words.
Derek flexed his fingers which were gripping my hips and rocked me a little harder and faster, intensifying the superb sensations I was feeling that were escalating me toward orgasm.
‘Yes! Harder, faster,’ I moaned, encouraging his efforts.
He increased his tongue’s movement, flicking my clit with newfound intensity and, coupled with the amorous growl resonating from him, I climaxed and came on his face. ‘Oh god!’ I cried out. Holy fucking face fuck.
Finding just enough strength to lift my pussy from his damp face, I sat up, still gripping the headboard for stability. My head was bowed, my ability to formulate a rational thought nonexistent. But regardless of my disjointed and blissful state, I could still decipher the sound of him undoing his pants.
Turning around, I spied him reaching for a condom on the bedside table. And the thought of not being able to feel his naturally beautiful cock saddened me.
‘I’m on the pill,’ I said quietly. ‘And ... I’m always safe. With ... with everyone else, that is.’
Desire yet caution flooded his chiselled features. ‘Are you sure?’
‘Yes, but only if you tell me that you are always safe as well?’
‘Yes, always,’ he admitted.
I nodded and crawled toward him, taking the foil packet from his hands and pulling him atop me as I fell back on the bed. The weight of him crushed me in a wonderful way ... his heat, his scent, his feel completely enveloping me.
Derek ran his hand down the side of my face while he kissed me sensually, its warm, calloused texture teasing my skin as he continued to drag it down my neck. He stopped its journey at my cleavage and then wrenched down my bustier and grabbed a handful of my tit. With a delectable squeeze, he separated his mouth from mine and pulled away to wrap his lips around my peaked nipple. ‘Are you feeling this, baby?’ he mumbled.
‘Oh god, yes,’ I breathed out.
Derek then let go of my breast and ran his hand down my side until he reached my pussy. Slowly, he plunged two fingers deep inside me.
‘How ’bout this?’ he asked as he licked my neck. ‘Are you feeling this?’
I cried out again, ‘Yes,’ and closed my eyes.
Everything he did felt fucking amazing, which kind of confounded me. It wasn’t as if I’d never been kissed, licked, sucked or fucked before. And it wasn’t as if he were the porn king of Pound Town. Yet every kiss, every word and every touch he gave me was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
My eyes jerked open when his fingers vacated me and I felt the crown of his dick press into my entrance.
‘You ready for some Dik?’ he asked smugly.
I let out a small giggle and nodded before biting my lower lip. Derek leaned forward and released it from within my teeth by sucking it into his mouth, all the while pushing his cock inside me.
‘Oh. My. God!’ I moaned through a wave of rapture. The feeling of him stretching and filling me was pure fucking bliss. I raised both legs and wrapped them around his back, locking them together and securing him to me.
Derek began to push against me with a slow deep rock of his hips, the depth he reached triggering my pussy to clench around him.
‘Fuck, you feel good,’ he murm
ured into my neck.
I gripped his shoulders tightly and rocked with him, enhancing every slide, push, pull and rub our bodies produced.
Lying there with Derek inside me felt like ecstasy, and I couldn’t put my finger on exactly why that was. Yes, I was feeling — fuck, I was feeling every goddamned inch of him — but no, it was more than that. For the first time in my life I was connecting in every way to the man I was actually physically connecting with ... it was enlightening, albeit just a tad shocking.
‘You feeling that, beautiful?’ Derek asked as he peered deep into my eyes, into my soul.
The emotion within me started to bubble, so I nodded and closed my eyes to prevent the obvious moisture building behind them.
The soft brush of his lips against my eyelids provoked them to flutter open, coupled with his more incessant and stronger thrusts into me.
My breathing hiked, as did my rising orgasm, as I sank my fingernails into his shoulders.
‘Fuck!’ he groaned, tensing with the arching of his back. My pussy clenched his cock, gripping and milking him as he filled me. My fingernails scraped his shoulderblades and settled with a biting grip into his back as I, too, climaxed and came with a shudder.
What the fuck was that? I was in post-coital bliss, feeling everything he said I would. But I was also fighting an emotional wave of tears that were persistently trying to pool in my eyes. Recognising what I was experiencing, there was no possible way I could deny the bleeding obvious.
I was in love with Derek Ian King.
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Derek rolled off me not long after our breathing returned to normal and the emotion and effects of our sex-sesh subsided.
Positioning himself on his side, he propped his head up with his hand. ‘I think it’s safe to say that you just did intimate, Carly,’ he said while teasing his finger over my lace nipple.
I looked up at the ceiling and tried to process that, for the first time in my life, I’d just had sex with someone I loved. ‘Yes, I know,’ I answered quietly.
