Between the Sheets

by Bella Emy

  “Okay. Well, when I get back, you and I are going to head to the club and find you a man. It’s time to get you some fresh meat. Literally. Fresh meat, as in a nice hard coc–”

  “Yup, got it, Lauren. Thank you,” I say, cutting her off. I’m not interested in anyone’s fresh cock, unless it belongs to the one man who fucked my brains out last night. But he’s not mine, and I can’t have him ever again.

  “I’m serious, Ells. We’ve got to get you lai–”

  “My grandmother just died,” I throw at her, trying to steer the conversation into safer grounds again.

  “Wait, what? Ells?” Lauren asks, searching for the words.

  “Grandma Lana. She’s gone,” my tone drops. A tear spills from my eye again. Having consumed myself in thoughts of Derek had been a distraction from the cruel reality I would soon be dealing with once I’d get home.

  “Oh, Ellie. I’m so sorry, love.” I can tell by the sound of Lauren’s voice that she’s obviously upset by my news. “Shit, that’s why your mom was trying to call me the other night… I saw I had missed calls from her while we were driving up here… I tried to text you about it, did you get it?”

  “No, must be because of the weather. We lost power for a bit the night of the storm, but thankfully, it came back. I’m sure that brought phones down, too.”

  “Dammit, though. I’m so sorry she’s gone, Ells.”

  “Hey, it’s okay. We knew her time was drawing near. I just didn’t want you to think I don’t want to go out for whatever reason. I’m over Shaun. So over Shaun. Like Two-hundred fifty percent over Shaun.”

  “Well, good. I’m still so sorry about Grandma Lana, though.”

  “Thanks. I’m going to be heading back home probably tomorrow. Hopefully by then the roads will be clear.”

  “Yeah, I’m sure they will be. Hey, do you need me to come home? I can be there today if you need me.”

  “No, no. Not at all. There’s no need for you to cut your little love getaway short because of me. I promise, I’m fine. Of course, I’m a bit sad. I loved my grandmother so much. But I’m okay. I promise, girl.” I’m not lying. Sure, I’m definitely sad over the loss of my grandmother, but I’m doing okay, considering.

  “Okay. But you just give me a call if anything changes or if you change your mind. I’ll be there in the blink of an eye.”

  I smile at her heart of gold. This girl loves me, and I know she would definitely come back home as quickly as possible if I needed her to.

  “Thank you, Lauren. Now go on. Enjoy yourself.”

  “Alright, we’ll talk soon. Love you, Ells.”

  “Love you, Laur.”

  We hang up and a sudden enormous amount of guilt begins building up again in the very pit of my stomach. How the hell had I gone and fucked her brother… and enjoyed it, might I add.

  “Damn, Ellie. What the fuck is wrong with you?” I say to myself.

  I shrug my shoulders and open the iBooks app on my phone to continue reading the next chapter of my book. No use in wasting a perfectly good snow day not reading.

  14

  Derek

  “Tasha, you ready, girl?”

  I’m holding Natasha’s legs up in the air as I’m positioned in between her thighs on her queen-sized bed about to please her. Giving myself this mission of bringing her to the edge will keep my mind off of the one woman whom I can’t have. I’m so horny, seeing Natasha naked right in front of me, wet and ready for me to destroy her pretty pink pussy. I want to fuck her, but not before she gets a taste of my tongue on her clit, and certainly not before she takes me into her mouth. From what I can remember, she had always been one of the best at sucking me off.

  “Oh, D. I’ve missed looking down and seeing you right in between my legs like that,” she coos.

  “Me, too, sexy.”

  I hadn’t seen Big Tits Natasha in about six months. Like I said before, I try not to sleep with the same chick more than twice. I’m not about to catch feelings. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and I needed to do something quick to forget Ells.

  I dive in and taste Natasha’s deliciousness. She jerks and gyrates her hips, and I know she’s not going to last long.

  When I had called her, I found out she had just gotten out of a relationship with her boyfriend two weeks ago; they had been together for three months. Honestly, I’m sure he wasn’t her only boyfriend at the time. She typically dates around. Natasha said she found him with his dick inside of her sister. Needless to say, she ditched him and was in desperate need to get laid.

  Good, because so am I.

  Granted, I’m not stupid. I know it hasn’t been that long since she last got some. She’s gorgeous and kind of easy. There’s no way this beautiful girl hasn’t had sex since then.

  God, she’s sexy. Seeing her like this so vulnerable is driving me crazy. Maybe I can forget about Ellie, after all. I’m about to throw Tasha down and make her place her pretty little mouth all over my enormous cock. At this point, I just need to get off, too.

  “Aaah! Derek!” she exclaims, as I’m finishing her up, flicking her nub back and forth at a supersonic speed. I stick three fingers inside of her without warning because I know she can take it.

  So damn sexy.

  “Oh, my God, King D!” she roars as she bursts into my mouth, thrusting her hips into my jaw. I don’t stop. She’s in the middle of her orgasm, and I’m damn sure not about to stop her sexy ass.

  “DEEEEEEREEEEEEK!” she moans.

  Mission accomplished.

  “Okay, sexy. Time for you to swallow a dose of D’s medicine. It’s good for you, girl,” I say, rising up and forcing her to switch positions with me.

  She giggles. I grab a handful of her large, round ass and smack it.

  “Oooh, D. I love when you smack it like that.”

  She’s now on her knees on her bed, kneeling in between my legs. I place one hand on her head as I put the other on her ass again and squeeze. Then after a moment I give it a good slap again.

  She jolts and opens her mouth, taking my cock right inside of it. She’s already sucking me hard, but I want more so I rock my hips back and forth, forcing her to suck harder and faster still.

  I have to say, she’s doing a helluva good job keeping my mind off of Ellie… or so she was.

  Oh, shit… I’m about to explode in her mouth. One thought of Ellie was all it took to bring me to the edge.

  As I cum, she takes a hand and begins stroking my length back and forth, helping me release faster.

  Damn, Ellie. What am I gonna do about you? I want you, but I can’t have you. I need you, but I have to realize it was just that once. Only one time. No more.

  Once we’re finished, Natasha stands up to slip on her panties, and I head to the bathroom to clean myself up. I hate smelling like cum.

  When I get back into the room, I’m about to ask her what she’s got to eat, only to find her in bed again and waiting for me to go again. She’s in just her red panties; I thought she was getting fully dressed.

  She smiles at me with her devilish grin. Her long blonde locks fall in front of her face. She brings a hand to her D-sized tits and pinches her nipples, confirming she wants more. Her perfect body waits for me to devour it once again. She’s gorgeous. She looks like an angel. Any man would be lucky just getting her attention, let alone being in my shoes right now, staring at her sexy form.

  But she’s not Ellie.

  Still, she’s going to have to do until I can get Ellie off of my brain.

  “What are you doing, sexy?” I say with a wry grin. I already know she wants, needs, to get off again. I’m not about to disappoint her.

  “Do you want me to whip something up real quick? I can make you my pancakes you used to love so much. Remember the first night we spent together, we woke up famished at 4 a.m., and I made you breakfast with my own personal recipe?”

  Natasha and I are lying on her bed. She’s got her head on my chest, and I’ve got my arm wrapped
around her. We had gone for round two, which this time ended with me pounding her, and then we took a nap right after. Once I woke up, I placed a kiss on the top of her head and she looked up at me through her piercing blue eyes, offering me a pageant winning smile. I smile back and let her know I’m fucking famished; I need to get some food into my system.

  “Mmm, yeah. I remember those pancakes, sexy. I’d love it if you could make me some,” I reply.

  “Great!” she says, jumping up out of the bed.

  I slap her ass again and she jerks.

  “Oooh!” she laughs. “D, if you’re gonna keep doing that, I’m afraid we’re gonna have to ditch breakfast for dinner and get back underneath the sheets.”

  I’m chuckling now. The woman is insatiable. I love it. Maybe I will need to stop by Natasha’s more often…

  “Go ahead, sexy. Maybe after some food, I can give you a bit more of this,” I say, placing my two fingers between my lips and sticking out my tongue between them. I move it around, teasing.

  She nods her head with a smile. “Deal.”

  I leave Natasha’s the following morning. I honestly can’t remember how many times she came, and to me, that’s a bonus. I told her I’d call her tomorrow, but now I don’t know.

  Don’t get me wrong. The girl is amazing, and beautiful… so fucking beautiful. But now that I’m driving back home, I can’t get there fast enough. I need to see Ellie. I don’t regret spending the night with Natasha, but had I been wrong for leaving Ellie all alone, again? Her grandmother had just died and when she’d been alone the last time, I found her broken and in tears, cuddled up on her bed. Would I find her that same way again?

  Fuck, man. I’m such an asshole.

  But honestly, I couldn’t have stayed home, though. I don’t think I would have been able to control myself now that I’d had a taste of her. A taste of her that I couldn’t forget. Natasha was delicious and all, but Ellie? God, Ellie tasted like heaven.

  Fuck. Maybe I should turn right around and spend another day wrapped up in Natasha’s pussy. I’m about to spin the car around and drive back when I suddenly remember she’s got to be at work in about two hours. There’s no point in going back just for a bit. Natasha is a nurse, so no matter rain or shine, she’s off to work.

  Lauren would have a conniption if she knew I was seeing Natasha again. Usually, my sister doesn’t know who I mess around with. She doesn’t get involved in my personal life, and I don’t tell. But on the night I got with her, Lauren had seen me leave the bar with her. It was the one fucking time in my life that my sister and I ended up with our friends at the same place. Ellie had been there, too, and I’ll never forget the daggers coming my way from her when she saw me taking Natasha home. Lauren and Ellie never did like Natasha.

  Natasha has a bad reputation, known for going around with multiple guys at a time. Who am I to stop her? I just needed to get off.

  Maybe I’ll just tell Ellie I’m not feeling well and spend the day locked up in my room. Tomorrow would be back to work. I can’t keep the shop closed that long. The roads are already pretty much clean, even the side streets.

  I unlock the door to the apartment and find Ellie bent over the coffee table. Her ass in those shorts looks luscious. I’m already getting hard. Damn, lately I’m seeing her bent over a lot. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining, but it’s making it so hard not to have a taste of her again.

  She’s got a white rag in her hands. She’s dusting. What the fuck. The woman is a guest here. She shouldn’t be cleaning up my pigsty.

  “Ells. What are you doing?”

  She snaps her head and turns around, and I’m done for. She looks so beautiful. Yet, she’s a hot mess. Her brown locks are wrapped up in a bun on the back of her head. Loose strands are hanging out. She’s visibly sweaty; her body is glistening in the light. On top, she’s got on a pink tank top, tight as fuck, accentuating her perfect bosom. I can see she’s not even wearing a fucking bra; her nipples are hard, pointing out like headlights. Holy shit, she’s so damn sexy. Down below, she’s got on a fucking pair of Daisy Dukes with white ankle socks. Yup, I’m fully hard.

  Is this what it would be like coming home to her if we were to live together alone? King D could fucking get used to this. I could picture her worshipping my massive cock while on her knees…

  I shake the thoughts from my head and move so that my hard-on doesn’t show. I can’t have her finding me lusting over her yet again.

  “Cleaning. I got tired of watching TV. And I finished my book, so I decided to clean up since Lauren will be back in a few days,” she says.

  Lauren. Shit. I’d better head on to my room. But shouldn’t I ask her if she needs help? I mean, this is technically my place and all, and I wouldn’t mind looking at her…

  Derek, stop thinking with your fucking dick.

  But before I can say anything to her, she points to the couch. Does she want to get it on right here, right now?

  What the fuck am I talking about? Damn, I may just have to rub one out in my bedroom…

  “Sit down, D.”

  I look at her, furrowing my brows. “What’s up, Ells?”

  She takes a seat first and then I join her.

  “Lauren called me yesterday.”

  “Everything okay?” I ask. What I really want to know is if she panicked and spilled the beans. Fuck.

  “Oh yeah, she’s fine. Having the time of her life. But we really need to talk. You and I.”

  Oh, shit. Here it comes. Anytime a woman uses the words “we need to talk,” it’s never a good thing.

  “What about?” I ask like an asshole. I obviously know to what she’s referring.

  And rightly so, she looks at me like I’m a damn moron.

  “Derek, are you fucking kidding me? Us. We need to talk about what happened the other night.” She brings a hand up to her chest, and I’m about to cum all over myself. Fuck, she looks so sexy. “Remember?” she asks.

  Fuck, yeah. I remember.

  “Oh,” I reply instead.

  She chuckles, but she’s obviously not amused by the way her eyes are throwing daggers my way. Damn, did I just fuck up?

  “Yeah, so, it can never happen again.”

  Damn. Don’t I know it. I want to cry on the inside, but I need to pretend like it doesn’t faze me. I can’t let her know how badly I want her right at this moment.

  “I agree,” I say, reluctantly.

  “Good. So, we’re cool?” she asks.

  “Of course, Ells,” I respond and then look down at the ground. I’m fucking so mad at myself right now for acting like this shit doesn’t bother me. It does. I want to lie her body down right now and take my time with her.

  What the fuck? I’ve never wanted to take my time with anyone the way I do with her right now. I’ve always wanted it fast and rough.

  “Great,” she exclaims bouncing up off the couch. “I made some waffles earlier. They’re obviously not from scratch ‘cause I can’t cook for shit, but whatever. They’re in the oven. Help yourself if you’re hungry. I’m going to shower.”

  “Okay,” I reply, chuckling. Waffles sound so good, but thinking about her in the shower is even better.

  Stop it, you asshole.

  Fuck! I need to get off again.

  15

  Ellie

  “How the hell did you get it to do that?”

  Derek smiles, hopping out of my car and then closing the door behind him. “Cars are kinda my thing.”

  “Well, thanks. I appreciate it.”

  I’m amazed at how skillful he is with his hands, but I guess I shouldn’t be surprised… I’ve already seen and felt what they can do…

  “No sweat, Ells. You gonna be okay driving by yourself all the way to Asherville?”

  Not like I have much of a choice… I’m not going to take you with me. Getting away, after being stuck here with you for three days, is more than enough. I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to control my craving to touch you
again.

  I tuck a strand of hair behind my ear and look out at the street before me, seeing a few trucks and cars passing through. It seems as though the majority of the world has gotten back to their normal routine after being snowed in for the last couple of days.

  “Yeah, it’s only about four hours from here. I should be okay. It’s morning so no worries of me falling asleep behind the wheel,” I say, chuckling.

  His gaze on me is so serious; his eyes roaming over me cause an uneasy feeling to sweep over me.

  “Well, just be careful.” He rubs a hand over the back of his neck.

  Awww, isn’t he so cute, concerned and all.

  Fuck, he is cute. Gorgeous, even.

  Damn, you, King D.

  Images of the other night as I screamed out, “King D,” flood my mind, and I can feel my cheeks turning a bright pink hue. Shit, he had done me so right. I can feel a pool beginning to form in my panties. I need to get the hell out of here and fast.

  “Thanks, D! I will,” I say and immediately walk over and hop in my car behind the wheel. I roll down the window, buckle up and he steps back. Then he suddenly steps forward, inching closer to my car.

  “Hey, Ells?” he says, bending down to peek in through the window.

  “Yeah, D?” My dark brown eyes stare into the perfection that is Derek Mykels’ face.

  “I know this is a difficult time with your grandmother’s passing and all, but still… Merry Christmas.” His gorgeous smile practically kills me.

  Fuck. Christmas was in three days. I don’t know how long I will be staying at Mom’s, but I would definitely be keeping her company for the holiday this year. There’s no way I’ll leave her alone now.

  I smile back at him. “Merry Christmas, D.”

  He nods and then lifts up, stepping away from the car. We wave goodbye at one another, and as I pull onto the road, I beep my horn and start making my way toward Mom’s house.

  “Oh, sweetheart!” Mom rushes over, embracing me in a tight hug. She looks a damn mess, and it nearly breaks my heart.