Men of Fortune 1: Derek

by Sienna Matthews

  Men of Fortune 1:

  Derek

  Sienna Matthews

  Copyright 2012 Sienna Matthews

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  Table of Contents

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  About the Author

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  Prologue

  “It’s unnatural, what you and your brothers are doing!” Mommy raged, her steps angry as she went down the stairs, two big bags in her hands.

  Derek hurried after her, his four-year-old legs taking the stairs as fast as he could. “Mommy, Mommy. Wait for me!”

  Daddy scooped him up, and Derek cheered. Good, Daddy was big and strong and fast. They’d catch up to Mommy in no time.

  “Myra, let’s talk about this—”

  Mommy whirled around as soon as she reached the foot of the stairs. Her eyes flashed, like the lights of his fire engine. “We’ve already talked enough. You won’t ever change. This won’t change.”

  “I’ll change, I promise.” They’d catch up to Mommy by this time, and Daddy touched her on the shoulder. She shrugged his hand away. Derek reached out and put a hand on her hair. She stepped back so his hand fell to the side. He started to cry.

  “For your son, Myra. Won’t you stay for Derek?” Daddy shouted over Derek’s wails. “He needs you—”

  Mommy’s face seemed to twist, then smoothed out. She shook her head. Her eyes were sad, so sad. But why? Daddy wanted her to stay. “Derek, my son, I love you, but one day, you’ll end up like your daddy and your uncles, and I can’t…I can’t bear to see that—”

  “What if he won’t?” Daddy challenged. “Won’t you be throwing your life away for nothing?”

  “It doesn’t matter.” Mommy’s voice was dull as she shook her head again. “I can’t live like this. Take care of him.”

  She turned and left, not looking back. Not even once.

  * * *

  Sixteen years later

  Derek labored over his girlfriend in his bed, his hips pumping with speedy precision as he thrust into her wet cunt, his balls tightening with each plunge. The cheap bed in the dormitory squeaked with his effort and the headboard banged against the wall. Good, noisy sex, just how he liked it.

  The two other beds in the room suffered under the same endeavor, occupied by his cousins and roommates, Adam and Matthias Fortune. This was the first time Derek had joined them in group sex, though they had been extending him the invitation for several times now. He hadn’t been comfortable joining them, because he and his girl Regina were so new, but now that they’d been exclusive several months, he was more…at ease, sure that Regina wouldn’t be tempted by the sight of his cousins’…er, more attractive builds.

  Despite the hours he’d put in at the gym and in sports, his lanky frame had yet to grow and pack on muscles. But since it had been only a month since he started, he had hope.

  Adam shouted, and Derek was distracted enough to look over at him. Adam’s hips jerked uncontrollably, his body arched and he ground his groin against the woman, pushing her deep into the mattress, as deep as she would go.

  The sight caused Derek to shudder, and he exploded, spilling his seed into the rubber that encased his cock. At the last second, he remembered to use his thumb to press hard on Regina’s clit, so that she came a split second after he did. His climax came in big waves of release, and he was still shaking when he pulled out, disposed of the condom and flopped on his back beside her.

  Man, group sex was the thing. He wouldn’t turn down any invitation ever again.

  “Mmmm, that was awesome.” Regina nuzzled his neck. “Why didn’t we join them sooner?”

  The other couples had finished, too, by this time. Matthias heard the soft question and answered, laughing, “Dunno why Derek always turned us down. We don’t hold it against him, because he finally said yes, or we’d never have seen what a beauty his girlfriend is.” His intense blue eyes slid over Regina’s curves in a slow and lingering caress.

  Regina blushed, her nipples peaking from the attention.

  Derek’s alarm signals went blaring, and he wanted to shout at Matthias to stop but somehow he couldn’t talk. He couldn’t even move. He could only watch on, heart hammering.

  Matthias crooked a finger at her. “Why don’t you come here and let me have a taste of those sweet cherries?”

  Without a backward glance, Regina uncurled her form from the bed and padded toward Matthias, straddling him and leaning so that her breasts hanged over him like a bunch of lush grapes.

  Agony slashed through Derek. Why? was a haunting refrain that seared through his brain.

  He made himself watch as Matthias opened his mouth, took one cherry-tipped nipple between his lips and sucked. Regina moaned, an ecstatic expression on her face. She closed her eyes, burrowed her fingers through Matthias’s hair and held him steady, tugging his head back down to her breasts when his cousin would’ve stopped. She arched, her pussy sliding over the length of Matthias’s cock, and purred.

  Derek was devastated by her betrayal, and any feelings he might have had for his girlfriend were destroyed that night. Sharing of girlfriends might have been on the agenda—there were talks, and Derek had been considering it—but not girlfriends offering themselves up.

  Later, Matthias apologized. All the women had been sent packing, and it was only the three of them in the room. What had promised to be a fun-filled, raunchy night (the plan had been for a sex marathon contest) had turned into a night Derek would rather forget.

  “I’m sorry, Derek,” Matthias repeated. “What I did wasn’t intentional. You know Adam and I always share our women—”

  “I hadn’t agreed!” Derek lashed out. He should be angry at his cousin, and one part of him was, yet the other part of him—the one he didn’t want to acknowledge yet—was grateful.

  Matthias inclined his head in acknowledgement. “But even our dates had the decency to obtain our permission before going to another man, even when we had already told them earlier on that tonight was sharing night. You’re better off without her, Derek.”

  A small, sane part of him agreed with Matthias, but right now, he was hurting too damn much to care.

  Chapter One

  Derek Fortune loved women, all of them. Tall, short, big-breasted or not, curvy or straight as a line, not a one failed to stir him or kindle his creativity. One could say they were his inspiration.

  However, of all the women he’d known, there was none he loved more than his newly wedded wife.

  Carly Kav
anaugh Fortune.

  He gazed down at the woman slumbering beside him, and though the moonlight shining in from the window prevented him from having a clear picture of her features, the image of her too-wide emerald eyes, pert nose and small mouth set in a sweet, round face was imprinted in his mind. He wasn’t likely to forget the face that had captivated him, not at first look, but after he’d seen the character and personality stamped on them, after he’d grown to know her and liked her. Love had stolen in when he least expected it, but when he realized what the emotion was, it had felt right, where it nestled in his heart.

  Lust was also never far whenever she was with him. Even after taking her twice already this night, his cock was stirring yet again, prodding her belly and searching for the wet, slick entrance that signaled home.

  Far be it from him to disappoint his cock, especially when he knew his wife was as lusty as he.

  He pushed the silky strands of blond hair away from her face and kissed his way from her forehead down her nose to her mouth, which he claimed in a slow, deep kiss, a kiss meant to awaken his sleeping beauty. Her sleepy moan informed him she was coming awake, as did the mouth beneath his, which started to respond, moving in a way that aroused him. He loved moments like this, when his wife would awaken in degrees, sort of like seeing a tiny bud blossom into a flower.

  He slipped his tongue inside her mouth and rubbed against hers, the same way his thumb was now chafing against her turgid nipple, making it even harder. Sparks flew when she captured his tongue and sucked.

  He shook with the force of his needs, and his erection ached and demanded.

  Now!

  No, no, not yet.

  Desire rode him high, and the tempo of their kiss changed. No longer soft and exploratory, but hard and fueled by passion, taking, plundering, ravishing. Now fully awake, she matched him kiss for kiss, stroke for stroke.

  Her hands were everywhere, gliding over his back and down his arms, her fingers digging into his shoulders. He hadn’t noticed when he’d moved into position, but her legs were now wrapped around his waist, her heels jabbing into his buttocks. Her hips gyrated as she ground her lower body against his.

  Oh, and did he mention she was so responsive? A tigress in bed? Yes, the stuff of every man’s wet dream.

  He broke the kiss, feeling the need for air.

  Her heels pounded on his buttocks. “Now, Derek!”

  “Not yet,” he gasped. They were both more than ready for his penetration, but he wanted to prolong the anticipation, keep them both burning as long as he could. Their coming together then would be more explosive. He wanted that explosion.

  He thrust two fingers into her mouth, and she sucked on them. He felt her deep pulls straight to his cock, which throbbed in eagerness. He flicked his tongue over her nipples, teasing the taut buds until they tightened even more. He loved their rosy-brown color and the slightly rough texture under his tongue. One look at these twin peaks and he went wild, his erection so hard he ached.

  “God, I love these.” He sucked first one then the other into his mouth, mimicking her suction pulls on his fingers.

  “Too small,” she grunted, taking out the digits and sucking in his ring finger instead.

  “Too perfect.”

  She’d usually have something to say in rebuttal, but this time, he bit down on one hard bud, and she screamed.

  With pleasure, he was delighted to note. In apology, he laved the hurt nipple with his tongue in a bid to soothe. Damn, he loved her breasts.

  She undulated beneath him, giving them both intriguing skin rubs that flamed the passion rising between them. She canted her hips and cradled his erection between her pussy lips. He groaned at the slick wetness and started pumping, coating his cock with even more of her cream as he slid between her folds. Damn, he would come if he didn’t stop this, and he wasn’t through with her. Not yet.

  With great effort, he stopped and lifted his lower body a little away from hers. She murmured a protest, then reached in between their bodies and wrapped him in her hands. He hissed in surprise, arching at the sensation. So good. Her hands felt so good.

  “Thought you could get away from me, huh?”

  “I’m yours,” he said, pressing kisses all over her smooth, sleep-warmed skin. “I’m not going anywhere. Ever.”

  “Truly?”

  The quaver in her voice disturbed him. After being together for three months, two of those married, she still had doubts about him? “Cross my heart.” He used the old-fashioned phrase to make her laugh.

  He kissed his way down to her abdomen and missed her hands when his cock slipped out of them. He dipped his tongue into her navel, knowing she was ticklish there.

  She giggled again. “Stop that.”

  “Uh-uh.” He blew over her skin, making her shiver and laugh some more.

  “Come into me, Derek. I need you.”

  Her smoky, husky voice stripped him of restraints, but he managed to hold on to a couple of strands. “Soon,” he promised. “You’ll like this.”

  “Who says I would—? Oh!”

  He’d supported her buttocks with his hands and bared her to his gaze and mouth. Her surprised, pleased shout came after he swiped his tongue over her pussy in one long lick before settling in to explore her wet folds. Delicious. Her mewling cries his encouragement, and her cream ambrosia for his thirst.

  She tasted good, sweet to his palette. Her cream flowed for him, and he lapped her up. He didn’t know how long he ate her pussy, but he couldn’t get enough of her. He drowned in her scent, her flavor, her soft cries. He loved that what he was doing was giving her pleasure. He stabbed his tongue into her entrance and felt her muscles contract around him. So tight.

  His cock pulsed, insistent.

  Soon, soon.

  It was time to send his wife soaring.

  He brushed her clit with the flat of his tongue, and she shuddered. He did it again, and her hips gyrated. She arched, pushing her pussy against his face.

  “More,” she begged.

  He repeated the movement, slow, hard brushes until she became incoherent, mindless. He pursed his mouth over her clit and sucked.

  She shattered, and no matter how many times he’d seen it, felt it under his tongue or around his cock, he couldn’t get over how beautiful she was in the throes of orgasm. Her face scrunched up tight, her mouth hanging open in a scream and her pussy flowing with her juices, she told her lover with unstinting generosity just how instrumental he’d been in her ecstasy.

  Before her pussy could stop contracting, Derek pushed his hard, aching cock into her, sliding home with one move. Tight, so tight. So good. He threw back his head in a wordless shout as his hips rolled in answer to the urge building in him. Goaded by the heels on his buttocks, he withdrew and thrust back in, setting up a rhythm that was hard and fast. The room filled with the sounds of their groans and cries and the slaps of their lower bodies meeting in perfect unison.

  He kissed her as his hips pumped, needing this intimate connection between them even as his cock plumbed her depths. Anyone could fuck and still remain detached, but meeting mouths entailed breathing in your lover’s scent and drinking in her essence. Fucking was raw and carnal, no matter that it was couched in terms like “making love”, men and women stripped down to their most basic to engage in the most physical of acts, but kissing carries with it an intimacy that entailed an opening of the soul, a forging of bonds between two strangers.

  He was a romantic, as his friends kidded him. But what was a photographer if he didn’t have a romantic soul, when the soul was the lens by which he created his compositions?

  And that soul was now being overcome by the lust rising in him, his balls tightening with biting urgency. His rhythm increased, his hips pistoned in a blur of movement that urged them both higher, tighter.

  “Derek!” Carly screamed, her back bowing.

  Her heels pressed down on his buttocks as she ground her lower body into his. Her pussy contracted around him—God
, so tight!—and he labored to breathe. He thrust deep, deeper. Stars blinked in his sight as he groaned and roared out his ecstasy.

  Boneless with satisfaction, he withdrew out of his wife and gathered her into his arms with the last of his meager strength. The last thought before he dropped off into oblivion was how lucky he was in his choice of wife.

  * * *

  Derek came awake, missing the warmth beside him. By the coolness on her side of the bed, she’d been gone awhile. He slit one eye open to see her sitting by her desk, a look of fierce concentration on her face as she scribbled in her journal. He smiled, a feeling of deep contentment washing through him, underlain with a hint of amusement. While other people blogged or tweeted, Carly still kept a diary, which she updated every so often, not that he got to read it.

  One day. Maybe.

  He shifted in order to have a better look at her. She must’ve sensed or caught sight of his movement, for she stopped writing and glanced up. A smile lit her features when she saw he was awake.

  “Good morning.”

  He scowled. “I expected more than a greeting.”

  “You’ve already had your morning quickie several times in the night.”

  He’d been talking about a kiss, but her mention of “quickie” had his wayward cock stirring. “C’mere.” He crooked a finger.

  She shook her head in rueful resignation, then stood and crossed the short distance to the bed. Even in her robe, she was sexy as hell and fired his imagination, his mind immediately composing shots that would show her best features to advantage.

  She knelt on the bed and slunk her way toward him, her robe gaping to reveal her breasts and the hard points of her nipples made him wild. Damn, what was it about this woman? He’d photographed more beautiful women, seen bigger breasts, grabbed tighter asses, but one look at her, one touch was enough to make him as hard and lusty as a seventeen-year old boy.