by Rhea Wilde
My desire was growing. I could feel it turning my stomach and making my blood boil.
His body was beginning to respond the same. I could feel his thickness beginning to bulge through his jeans and press against me. I moaned softly as he rubbed himself against my skin.
Without warning, he lifted me up from the ground. I instinctively wrapped my legs around the small of his back. He held me effortlessly up off of the ground. I stuck to him, my appendages wrapping around him entirely like I was trying to consume him.
With me in his arms, he marched over to the light switch and flipped it. The room fell dark except for the light from the full moon peeking in through the curtains and the soft glow from the electronics on the desk.
Derek carried me back over to the bed and set me down on the edge. I removed myself from him and laid back. He stood before me, patiently waiting for what was next. I took a moment to stare at him before finally directing him.
“Help me out with this, partner…”
I began working the button on the top of my jeans. The button popped away from the fabric. The metal teeth of my zipper grinding against each other followed. My legs quaked in anticipation, making it slightly harder for the both of us to pull my jeans down completely. It felt like an eternity but Derek managed to get my jeans down to my ankles over my shoes.
He moved back up to my panties. I raised my ass up just enough to let him pull the white cotton down to where my jeans were. The pulse of ecstasy surged through my body as a drop of wetness dripped out of me. A rush of cool air blew against my folds and made the hair around it bristle.
I laid on the edge of the bed, my feet pressing against the floor and half of my outfit resting on top of them. I raised my head up just enough to make eye contact with Derek. He stared back at me as he slowly fell to his knees.
He ran his hands along the insides of my thighs. The feeling of his strong hands on my soft skin sent a shudder through my body. His hands trailed to my knees and forced my legs open, forcing a gasp from my throat.
I watched him the entire time. The look he gave me told me I wasn’t alone in the lust I felt. As he slowly started to move his mouth closer to me, my body began to tremble. His powerful grip on my legs prevented them from clamping down on him.
I stared at him for as long as I could. But when his mouth moved on me, I lost the fight immediately. My eyes closed and my head fell back. A deep sigh of relief escaped from my mouth from the first lick he gave me.
He’d done this before. His skillful tongue started right at my clit, starting a flow from within me that trickled down slowly onto the mattress between my legs. Soft and sensual circles made my sensitive nub swell. I gripped the sheets tight as if it would provide me some relief. But who was I kidding? I didn’t want relief. I wanted more.
“Oh, fuck…”
I could barely get it out as deep, heavy breaths started to take over.
The pleasure was overwhelming but Derek knew when to let me breathe. His tongue moved down, aimed toward my pussy. The soft sucking of his mouth filled my ears and forced another tremble from my body. His lips smacked with wetness. Every muscle in my body contracted in response. I laid there, trying to maintain my composure long enough to enjoy it and not lose myself.
His tongue was just as masterful as it was when he first began. He probed my insides, pushing his tongue into me and licking up every drop of wetness that might escape. I bucked my hips slightly so he could push his tongue in even deeper. My insides started to contract. I was already on the verge but that wasn’t enough for him. He was only just getting started.
He pulled his tongue out of me then slid it back to my sweet spot. He teased me with his tongue, making sure that I was still swollen enough for him to pleasure. When the feeling was too much for me to handle, he glided his tongue back down to my pussy, where more of my fluids had collected.
Over and over, Derek teased me with only his tongue, his hands on my knees so he would always have access. I gripped the sheets tight and writhed on the bed, letting the pleasure consume me and take full control of my senses.
My body was beginning to sweat. The sheets on the mattress beneath me were getting soaked. My heart was thumping so loud inside of my chest I could hear it. My breath became ragged. My grip was so tight on the sheets I thought the fabric would tear.
“Give it to me… Come on…”
I managed to free my hands from the sheets and run them over his head. I ran my fingers through his short blond hair and massaged the skin on the back of his head. I gripped his head tight and pulled myself up. At the same time, Derek brought his head up to me.
I licked his lips and kissed him, tasting myself.
“Give it to me…”
I whispered to him again, my eyes closed. I could feel him breathing heavily on my lips. His face in my hands, I knew he would comply.
I slowly crawled my way onto the mattress completely, turning around and bending over on all fours. My jeans fell to the ground but my shoes stayed on. My panties snapped off of me then dangled over one of my ankles.
I laid bent over for him, my face pressing against the mattress and my ass in the air. The cool air of the hotel room brushed against my wetness. It trickled against the inside of my thigh, making every inch of my skin tingle.
Behind me, I listened to the sound of Derek undressing. His shirt fell to the floor. I would have enjoyed seeing his hard, bronzed body but I didn’t have the strength to turn my head around. I listened to the sound of the metal clasp of his belt unbuckling. His zipper followed. Finally, his hand moved on my ass.
“Eva—”
“Just do it.”
“You don’t have any—”
“I don’t care. Just give it to me. I can’t wait.”
We had already gone too far. Protection was out of the question. It wasn’t a good idea but I’d made a lot of mistakes recently. This wouldn’t be one I was going to regret.
Another hand was along my hip. His powerful grip slowly trailed up to my waist. I was aching for him. The frustration was mounting inside of me.
“Give it to me,” I groaned. “Just fuck me already…”
I reached back and managed to find his thick shaft. I stroked it just once before positioning him at my entrance. Just the tip against my lips was enough to make my body jerk.
“Give it to me,” I repeated.
I pleaded with him, begging him for what I needed. There was nothing else I wanted at this point.
But Derek wasn’t so adamant about it. He waited. He held himself at my entrance, teasing me.
“Fuck me… Fuck me—Ah!”
I cried out as his shaft plunged into me. He buried himself deep with just one hard thrust, stretching my insides to their fullest. I gripped the sheets again like I had become so familiar with and braced myself.
His hands were firm on my waist as he drove himself into me with slow but forceful strokes. My body rocked with every hard thrust. He wasn’t giving it to me fast but it was deep.
Every movement was more powerful than the last. He dug at my insides with every push. My wetness made it easy for him to slide himself into me despite how big he was.
His pace started to quicken. His breathing became more ragged. I could hear him working harder. The sound of his hilt slapping against my ass was loud enough to wake up the people in the next room but I didn’t care. Listening to my flesh join with his in a constant rhythm would be enough to distract me from everything. I was at his mercy.
“Is this what you want?” he grunted.
“Yeah, that’s what I want.”
“You want me to fuck you?”
“Yeah, I want you to fuck me—”
I could barely finish because he started forcing himself into me with harder and faster strokes. His hold on my hips became so firm I couldn’t free myself if I wanted to. I was helpless on the edge of the bed, my top still on but my bottoms completely off and my legs spread while he drove himself into me.
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sp; Thick, forceful and deep strokes drove my body closer to the edge. My mouth hung open but nothing came out except for the tiniest whimpers. The mattress squeaked louder as Derek began to work even harder.
His hand moved up to the back of my head. He massaged my scalp with his strong hands before forcefully gripping a handful of hair. My mouth opened wider as he pulled my head back and pointed my face toward the ceiling.
“Is this what you want?” he said as he thumped his hard body against me.
The flesh of my ass bounced against him in rhythm with each of his thrusts. My eyes still closed, I began to smile and laugh softly to myself from the pleasure beginning to overwhelm me.
“That’s it,” I managed to cry out. “Fuck me!”
I was in so much ecstasy. Derek had taken full control of me. All I could do was hold myself up, my palms digging into the mattress, while he twisted my body and had his way with me.
“Fuck me! Harder!”
My body felt loose from the alcohol. I didn’t care about who was listening or getting caught or the case. The only thing I was focused on now was the pleasure spreading through my body.
Derek followed my commands willingly. My body was his and he took it. His strokes were so hard and so fast I thought he would break me in half. His grip on my hair bent my body back to the point that I could almost roll my eyes back and look at him.
Through all of the bliss, I managed to work my hand down between my legs. I found the clit Derek had so skillfully swollen with his tongue and started to rub myself. The pleasure was too much to handle. A wave was approaching and there was no way to get away from it.
“I’m gonna come… I’m gonna come…”
I cried out to him and rubbed myself furiously. He banged his body into me like a jackhammer, making the mattress shake in a violent rhythm. I got closer and closer until I finally fell over the edge.
“Oh, fuck…”
I got a word out before my orgasm slammed into me hard. My mouth hung open but nothing else came out. My eyes squeezed so tight that tears streaked out of the corners. My whole body started to convulse. Waves of pleasure pulsed from my core and reverberated through my body. My knees buckled. My hands shook. My skin was electric. I came so hard that there was nothing else except for the ecstasy.
“Eva, I’m coming…”
“No…”
I didn’t know where it came from but I still had some wits about me. I reached back with my other hand, making me fall face first into the mattress and pulled his cock out of me. Just as I did, he throbbed in my palm. He groaned loudly and I stroked him. A splash of his cum landed on my ass, trickling down the back of my leg. The cool feeling of his seed spilling on me in thick spurts forced another sigh from me. My hand became soaked as I milked every drop I could out of him.
My senses slowly returned to me but the high from my orgasm lingered in my body. Derek’s length began to soften in my palm despite how thick it was.
I breathed hard. My heart raced. Sweat drenched me. I didn’t have the strength to open my eyes. But I could hear Derek behind me. He was breathing hard and trying to recover the same as me.
His cock slipped out of my grip and my hand fell to the mattress. The rest of me slumped on the bed, exhausted from the entire experience. If there were anything else that needed to be done, it would have to wait.
Chapter 19
DEREK
“You have to watch over him… Keep him safe… For me…”
Eva needed to rest. She’d been through too much already and there was still more to come.
Eva recovered from an evening at the bar. I didn’t sleep much myself, not with so much on my mind.
In the morning, I got back to work setting up the phone.
Eva was on my mind. I knew she was still upset with me after learning the truth. But she had no other choice than to stay with me if she were going to get through this.
Even though we’d spent the night together, I still didn’t know where her head was.
When Eva woke up, she disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower going for so long that I worried something had happened to her. Thankfully, she stepped out before my concern got the best of me.
“Derek,” she said. “What are the addresses on the shipping manifests you found at Sinful?”
“Give me a second,” I responded. “There’s a place near Underwood Avenue… Garden Street… And Industry, which we’ve already been to.”
“We have to go to Garden Street,” she said.
I didn’t respond.
“Did you hear me?” Eva said. “We have to go to Garden Street.”
“We can’t go to Garden Street.”
“Why not?”
I finally turned and looked at her.
“The last time we investigated the locations, we got caught,” I explained. “Even after I disabled the security cameras, they still brought a cavalry. It’s luck neither one of us got caught.”
“Nothing happened. The police got there in time. They found Owens and arrested him. They took all of the equipment in for evidence. And you found a phone that could lead us right to Reese. I’d say it was worth it.”
“It’s not worth it now. It’s likely that Reese is being more cautious, since someone is on to him. That means more cameras, more security and more weapons. We had to split-up and barely got out in one piece.”
“So, are you saying we shouldn’t do anything?”
“Yes, Eva. That’s exactly what I’m saying. Once I get this finished, I’ll be able to track Reese.”
“But who knows what can happen before then. Your son… I mean… Brandon is still out there. John Marks is still out there… There are others. Every second that goes by, they’re in danger.”
“Putting ourselves in danger doesn’t help them.”
“…We have to do this.”
I shook my head. It was hard for me to reason with her when she had little reason to trust me.
“Why are you so sure about this now?” I asked.
“Because I just got the information from Taurus’s assistant. She just texted me. The properties that fit the description of places Reese would need match up with the shipping manifests you read. I say, instead of just sitting here and doing nothing, we go out there and investigate for ourselves.”
“You don’t know what you’re saying.”
“I know exactly what I’m saying. I know it’s a risk. But it’s a risk I’m willing to take. I don’t understand why you’re not willing to do the same…”
“I…”
I cut myself off. My jaw clenched as my frustration grew.
“We need to solve this case,” she said. “We’re partners. That’s the only reason I’m telling you to go.”
“What are you saying?”
“I’ll do this without you if I have to. But I don’t want to. I just… I have a feeling.”
“What is that supposed to mean?”
“It’s… a feeling. You just…”
She hesitated, chuckling softly for a reason I couldn’t figure out.
“I’m going,” she said bluntly. “It’s up to you whether or not you want to come along.”
She crossed her arms with a look of defiance. I sighed to break the growing tension in the room.
“Why Garden Street?” I asked.
“Because Underwood would be dangerous.”
“Why are you so determined?” he asked. “Why is this so important to you?”
“Because I know. I just… know. And I have nothing else to lose. Reese is out there, somewhere. I’m not just gonna sit here and wait until he finds me again.”
I sighed a deep breath through my nose, knowing I couldn’t refuse her.
“Okay,” I said with a nod. “Let me make some preparations first. Just in case.”
She nodded then took a step away from me. I opened the desk drawer and pulled out the gun I’d taken from the man who confronted Eva at her apartment.
“If we go, we do it m
y way,” I said. “No risks. We find out what’s out there then we leave.”
“You’re the covert ops specialist. I’m sure this will be easy for you.”
She smiled at me. It was a relief to see that she didn’t completely hate me.
I tucked the gun into my waist and pulled my shirt over it.
We left the hotel and made our way to the motorcycle. She squeezed her arms around me and we sped off into the city. Feeling her embrace gave me a comfort I couldn’t ever remember feeling with anybody else.
I sped through the city to our destination. Thankfully, we made it without drawing any attention.
When I parked our ride, I noticed that Eva had her arms wrapped tight around me still.
“Eva.”
“Oh… Right…”
She released me from her grip and stumbled off the bike. I reached out to catch her just in time.
“Whoa. Watch out.”
“Sorry,” she sighed as I held her hand. “Just another reminder from last night.”
“Are you sure you want to do this?”
“I’m sure,” she said with a nod.
Eva started looking around, examining the buildings surrounding us.
“This isn’t Garden Street,” she said.
“We can’t just park at the front door. Not when we don’t know what we’re getting into. We’ll walk the rest of the way.”
She pulled her phone out and examined the address on her GPS. It would take about fifteen minutes for us to walk to our destination. She started to head out of the alley when I called out to her.
“Eva. What are you doing?”
“What?”
“We can’t just walk out on the sidewalk. Someone could be following you.”
“Oh… Right. Then how do you suggest we get there?”
“We’re gonna have to walk between buildings.”
“But there are fences and dead ends. We can’t just—”
“Eva.”
I gave her a stare and she already knew that I was right.
“Okay, dad,” I said. “Lead the way.”
I smiled at her sarcasm then led her down the alleyways.
We encountered a few fences and I helped her over. It wasn’t anything for me but it took her some effort.
