by Nikki Paris
I glanced at him over my shoulder. “Lick me then.”
Derrick grinned and flipped me around again so that we were face to face. He gave me an intense gaze and then ran his tongue down my neck. He circled it around each breast, then continued south.
Holy mother-fucking shit-balls! Was Derrick Myles about to eat me out in his kitchen? My pussy couldn’t handle it. I knew I couldn’t handle his tongue on my clit, but there it was. I gasped and buried my hands in his hair. “Mmm, Derrick.” I moaned as his tongue gently circled my throbbing clit. This was straight out of my fantasies, and I had to remind myself to breathe. I was close to climax. I could tell it was going to be mind-blowing, and I was almost afraid to let it come. I was scared I would completely unravel in his arms, and then my cool, sexy facade would crumble.
The orgasm hit, and I was powerless against the waves of pleasure. I threw my head back and gasped. My knees buckled, but Derrick held me up. My body shuddered involuntarily as I finished, and Derrick dragged his tongue back up my abdomen. He didn’t speak, just tore his clothes off, eyes never leaving my body, and pulled me down the hall to his bedroom.
Seeing Derrick’s gorgeous naked body, with his dick fully erect, all for me was almost as mind-blowing as the orgasm he’d just given me. I stopped thinking and let my body take over. I shoved Derrick down on his bed and climbed on top of him. I wanted to ride him all night. I wanted to feel him come inside of me.
Derrick grabbed a condom from his bedside table while I licked and kissed his perfect abs. As soon as he slid the condom on, I grabbed his dick and guided it into me.
“Mmm, Skylar.” Derrick moaned with his eyes closed. “Oh, fuck, your pussy feels good.”
I covered his mouth with mine and rocked my hips up and down. He gripped my ass and mumbled against my lips, “Skylar. Yes, Skylar.” I rocked faster, torn between wanting this sex to last forever, and wanting to see, feel, and hear Derrick come. I wanted to be his absolute pleasure. I wanted him to be as powerless to me as I was to him.
Derrick cupped my breasts and rocked deeper into me. I could feel his dick throbbing, ready to burst. I felt euphoric when he started to moan out his pleasure. “Oh, Skylar! Oh, God!”
When he finished, I rolled off him and collapsed on the bed beside him. We were both out of breath. He turned his head and looked at me with a grin. “Not bad, kid.”
My mouth hung open in shock. “Not bad? Really? ‘Mmm, Skylar. Yes, Skylar. Oh, Skylar.’” I mimicked the way he moaned my name.
Derrick burst out laughing. “Fine. It was good. It was really fucking good. What about you? You couldn’t even stand by the time I was done with you.”
I grinned up at the ceiling. “Yeah. You can do stuff with your tongue. And your dick looks way better all hard like that, then cold and tiny coming out of a swimming pool.”
Derrick laughed again. “Was my tiny swimming pool dick the first one you ever saw, Skylar?”
“Yeah, Derrick.”
“So, it’s almost like I took your virginity.” He propped himself up on his elbow and smiled down at me.
I scoffed. “You could have! But you chickened out.”
Derrick laughed. “You were seventeen! And I was twenty-one! I was trying not to be a complete asshole!”
I rolled over to face him. “I know. In retrospect, I appreciate that.” Did I, though?
Derrick smiled and reached over to brush the hair from my face. This wasn’t real. This couldn’t be real.
“You’re so hot, Skylar. You make me crazy every time I see you. I’m sure I’m not the first guy that’s said that to you.”
“No, you’re not.” But you’re the only one that makes my heart race when you say it.
Derrick sighed. “We wouldn’t work anyway, right? Maci would be pissed.”
He still couldn’t see us together. This was just sex, nothing to him. Ouch. Shit. Why did I do this? I said, “Yeah. I’m never telling Maci that I fucked her brother.”
Derrick laughed. “I’m never telling my parents that I fucked sweet little Skylar. They’d murder me!”
I rolled my eyes. “Sweet little Skylar?”
“Yeah. My parents think you’re an angel.” Derrick’s eyes traveled up and down my body. “I know you’re not, though.” He gently ran his fingers across my naked breasts. Then his lips were on mine. I wanted to pull away and pretend this was all meaningless to me, but he felt so good. “Sweet Skylar, will you come for me again?” His finger slid into my pussy, and he circled my clit with perfect, gentle rhythm.
“Mmm,” I moaned. “Do I have a choice, Derrick?” I closed my eyes and bit my lip.
He laughed. “You always have a choice, Skylar. I’ll stop if you want me to stop.”
My brain told me to make him stop. My mind said, “Skylar, he’s going to break your heart again. You’re just a hot fuck to him. Derrick doesn’t settle down. You know this.” But my heart didn’t care. It soared and told my brain to shut up.
Another orgasm was close. Derrick nibbled on my ear and whispered, “Do you want me to stop, Skylar?”
I gasped. “No. No, don’t stop.” I rocked my hips into his hand and cried out when the orgasm hit.
“Skylar Jones, are you falling in love with me? Did I just see you fall in love with me during that orgasm?” Derrick grinned at me. He was teasing me. He had no idea how I felt.
“You wish, Derrick.”
He laughed out loud and laid back on his pillow. “You’re in love with me. I knew it. We shouldn’t have done this, because now I’ve ruined you for all other men.”
Of course, he had, but he’d done that a long time ago. “Shut up, Derrick.”
Derrick turned his head to look at me, eyes still full of laughter. “Skylar, I know you’re picturing the beach-side wedding, the house, the kids, the whole nine yards, but I have to warn you: I’m not the settling down type.”
He was still smiling. Was this still part of the joke? Or was this his way of telling me not to get my hopes up? Whatever it was, it hurt. I couldn’t let him see that. I sat up and said, “You are so damn full of yourself.”
Derrick laughed out loud and pulled me down on top of him. “I know. It’s a flaw of mine — probably the only one.”
His dick was hard again, pressing into my thigh. My heart could survive fucking him just one more time, right? I’d do it one more time, and then I’d leave. I’d put this night away in my box of memories of Derrick, and then I’d move on.
Derrick didn’t do girlfriends. Even if he did, it wouldn’t be me. Besides that, I still had one more semester of school, ten hours away.
We fucked one more time, and after he fell asleep, I got dressed and slipped out. I sat in my car and cried before driving away. Sleeping with the guy I loved was the worst thing I could have done. God, I was so stupid.
18
Derrick
I woke up feeling like a million bucks, but that feeling quickly vanished when I rolled over to see that Skylar was gone. Shit. She’d just slipped out in the middle of the night? No, she wouldn’t do that. We’d had an incredible night together. She wouldn’t just leave.
I wandered into my kitchen to see if she was in there, all adorable and sexy, and making us breakfast. Nope. Ouch. I’d never been ghosted in the middle of the night before. It was not a good feeling.
I walked back to my bedroom and picked up my phone. Should I call her? Text her? Just leave it?
I laid back on my bed and stared at the ceiling. Had I done something wrong? I ran through the night in my head, groaning a little when I remembered how good her sweet little mouth felt around my cock. She was incredible in bed. Skylar clearly had experience now.
I didn’t like thinking about how she gained that experience.
Fuck. Why did she just leave? Skylar was the only girl in a long time that I could actually see myself falling for. She wasn’t just hot. It wasn’t just the mind-blowing attraction that sizzled between us. Skylar made me laugh like nobody else. It just fel
t like we were on the same wave-length, and I felt so damn good around her.
But we weren’t on the same wave-length if she just left.
There was a loud knock on my front door. Skylar? My heart raced, and I threw on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. I practically ran down the hall to answer the knock. I glanced in the mirror in the entryway to make sure my hair looked decent and pulled open the door. Painful disappointment settled in my chest.
“Maci? What the hell?”
My little sister stood on my porch with fury in her eyes. “Is Skylar here, Derrick?”
“No, Maci.”
She narrowed her eyes. “Was she here?”
I rolled my eyes. “Would you like to come in?”
Maci shoved past me and headed for my kitchen. I closed the door with a sigh and followed her. She was already busy making coffee. Maci filled two mugs and handed me one, then went back to accosting me. “Did you or did you not fuck my best friend last night, Derrick Myles?”
I covered my face with both hands. “Why are you asking me that?”
Maci slammed her mug down on my fancy quartz countertop, sloshing coffee everywhere. “I’m not stupid! I saw you doing your ‘sexy playboy flirty’ thing with her! I am super aware of the fact that you left my party, and exactly twenty minutes later, Skylar also left my party.”
I grimaced. “I thought you were busy with Blake.”
Maci yelled, “God-Damnit, Derrick! I told you to leave her alone! She’s not like the other girls you hook up with! She acts all tough, but she’s soft inside!” Maci shoved my chest. “She’s too good for you, and you’re going to break her heart!”
I rolled my eyes and sat at my kitchen table. I used to see Skylar’s soft center, but maybe it was gone now. Maybe she really was as cold as she seemed. “I wouldn’t worry about that, Maci. She’s the one that ghosted me in the middle of the night. Maybe she’s the one you should be yelling at right now.”
Maci frowned. “What? She did?” Maci sank into a chair across from me. “That doesn’t make any sense. She’s in love with you.”
I laughed. “Did she say that? Has she ever actually said that, Maci?”
Maci sighed. “Well, no. But… I mean, okay, I’m one hundred percent positive that she loved you in high school. I guess I don’t know everything about her anymore. We talk like once a week, but I only see her a couple of times a year.” She drummed her fingers against the tabletop. “Maybe Skylar’s just like you now. Maybe she doesn’t know how to commit, either.”
Maci took a sip of her coffee, grimaced, and opened my fridge to find creamer. After fixing her coffee, she sat back down and said, “You know, you guys are pretty damn similar, now that I think about it.” Maci mused and drew circles on my table with her finger. “You both have the same weird sense of humor. Neither of you knows how to commit —”
I snorted. “Yeah, you and Blake are so much better at committing!”
Maci glared at me. “Anyway, I was saying…Skylar only had that one boyfriend about two years ago, and you haven’t had a serious girlfriend since high school. You both act all tough but secretly care too much. Holy shit.” Maci’s mouth dropped open. “You guys are perfect for each other! How did I not see this?”
“So you’re gonna go from telling me to stay away to ‘Oh my God, you’re perfect for each other!’ in five seconds flat?” I took a sip of my coffee and leaned back in my chair. Skylar was perfect for me, though, wasn’t she? Shit.
Maci paced around my kitchen. “I’m gonna call her.” She pulled out her phone and dialed Skylar’s number. My heart rate picked up when I heard Skylar’s faint voice on the other line. “Hey, girl! Where’d you go last night?” Maci asked.
I wanted to know the answer to that question, too.
“Oh yeah?” Maci narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t go anywhere else, huh?” My sister was starting to get pissed. “Crazy. All right, I guess I’ll see you another time then. Drive safe.” Maci hung up the phone and tossed it on my kitchen table. She turned to me and said, “Skylar just lied to me! She said she wasn’t feeling well, so she just went home last night. Now she’s on her way back up to school! We were supposed to go shopping today! She wasn’t supposed to go back up until Friday!”
So it was just a quick fuck to Skylar. She didn’t want anything serious from me. Fine.
Maci turned her wrath back on me. “What did you do to her? You must have done something if she’d just leave three days early!”
I raised my eyebrows. “Maci, do you really want to know what I did to her? Think about it.”
“Ugh. Gross.” Maci sat back down at my kitchen table. “Have you guys ever hooked up before?”
I shrugged. “Not sex.”
Maci raised both eyebrows. “But?”
“We made out the night before she left for LCU, and then another time while we were playing Halo at mom and dad’s house.”
Maci gaped at me. “When?”
“Uh.” I scratched the back of my neck. “That one summer, when my apartment was being redone.”
“When we were in high school, Derrick? After I told you she liked you? Holy shit! What is wrong with you?” Maci smacked my shoulder.
I grinned. “So many things, Maci. But she was flirting with me like crazy all summer! And I didn’t fuck her, even though I wanted to! Can I have a little credit for that?”
Maci shook her head. “That’s why she wouldn’t come to our house for like two weeks that summer. Derrick, you broke her heart, you asshole!”
Now it was my turn to gape at Maci. “No, I didn’t! She was totally fine with it!”
Maci gasped. “It was the night I hooked up with Blake for the first time! She was at our house as my cover, so you had her all to yourself! You did break her heart! She was so damn sad the next day, and I couldn’t figure out why. It was you! Oh. My. God. It’s your fault she started sleeping with tons of guys, too!”
“Bullshit, Maci!” I glared at my sister.
“Think about it, Derrick! Ben was her first and only. Then you kiss her again, and she goes up to school and suddenly builds a ‘fuck-list’ of fifteen guys in a matter of months! You keep hurting her!” Maci pointed a finger in my face.
Oh, shit. What if I did break her heart, and last night was like her version of payback? If so, mission accomplished.
Nah. She didn’t break my heart. I’d have to love her for her to break my heart. I didn’t love Skylar, did I?
Maci was quiet for a minute. “Would you ever actually settle down and date her?”
“No.” I lied.
Maci rolled her eyes and groaned. “That’s why she left, Derrick.” Maci stood up and grabbed her phone. “You’re hopeless.”
I scoffed. “Yeah, and you’re so much better. How many times have you and Blake broken up now?”
Maci glared at me. “We aren’t breaking up anymore. We love each other, and we’re staying together for good this time. We’re going to have a happy life together, and you’re going to be alone.” She stomped off toward my front door, just like she used to do when I’d tease her too much as a kid.
I stood and followed her down the hall. Before leaving, she turned around and said, “You should call her.”
I rolled my eyes. “God, Maci, you are all over the place right now! ‘Stay away from Skylar! Date Skylar! You’re an asshole! Call her!’ What do you want from me?” I laughed.
My sister let out a long agitated sigh. “I just want you guys not to hurt each other or lie to me.” She walked out the door and slammed it in my face.
I should have called Skylar. I should have just called her and told her I had feelings for her, but I didn’t. I’d never chased a girl before. I didn’t know how, so I just let her go, like a God-damned idiot.
19
One Year Later
Derrick
Maci and Blake sat in our parents’ living room, grinning from ear to ear. They’d finally decided to stop breaking up and just get married. Blake had his arm wrappe
d around my little sister, and I wasn’t that mad about it. I was used to the guy, and he was crazy about Maci. He also put up with her bossiness like a pro.
“So,” our mom asked with excitement glimmering in her eyes, “Have we picked a wedding date? What are we thinking?”
I leaned against the wall, next to the fireplace. I loved my sister, but wedding details bored the shit out of me. I pulled out my phone and opened my dating app. I matched with a pretty little blonde named Clara. I grinned and set up a date with her for the following night.
“Derrick? Derrick! Put your phone away!” Maci glared at me.
“What?” I laughed. “I already heard the news, and I’m stoked for you guys! What do you need me for now?”
“Well, you kind of have to be at the wedding, and you’re always working, so we need your commitment to being available.” Our mom laughed.
I sighed and slid my phone into my pocket. I was always working. It was true. After I finished my MBA program, I was so used to being busy that I filled up all my extra time with more work. “Tell me more wedding details. I’m listening.” I sat in the armchair across from Maci and Blake.
“Okay,” Maci leaned forward. “We’re thinking this summer for the wedding — mid-July— and we want to do it up at the cabin.”
“Oh! I love that idea!” Our mom grinned.
Our dad let out a sigh of relief. “I’ll gladly pay for a wedding at the cabin.” He laughed.
“Sweet. I’ll put you in my calendar for mid-July at the cabin. Can I leave now?” I stood and walked toward the front door. Clara had just messaged and asked if I could meet up tonight instead.
Maci rolled her eyes and turned to Blake. “Did you ask Kai to be your Best Man yet?”
Blake replied. “Yep, and then I’ll obviously have my little bro as a groomsman.”
“Yeah, of course.” I could hear Maci saying. “I’ll have three girls. Do you have one more guy, babe?”
“Uh…” Blake said, “I mean, I guess I could ask Sam at work. He’s cool, but I don’t know if it would be weird.”
