Chapter 21
Nicole
I should be embarrassed, laying across a man’s lap, my bare butt in the air. Ashamed of the way my body’s reacting to him. Mortified of the way I’m pushing closer, begging for more. Only I’m not.
Derrick pulls his hand out of my blouse then reaches across my body, pulling me back. With my panties halfway down, I nearly end up on the floor. Strong hands hook under my arms, picking me up effortlessly.
My panties slide down my calves, and I manage to pull one foot out of them before he sets me on his lap, facing him, my skirt caught somewhere between us.
His hand goes into my hair, cupping my scalp, turning me up to face him.
A gasp escapes me. His mouth comes down on mine, hard and relentless. Punishing me with a bruising kiss unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. My body responds; every nerve ending coming alive at the same time. I open to him, letting him take whatever he wants. Whatever he needs.
The moment his fingers are back between my legs, my back arches, and my eyelids shutter. A moan fills the air. My eyes shoot open the second I realize it’s coming from inside me. Derrick’s watching me as I fight to keep another embarrassing sound from escaping.
“Derrick?” I ask, my lips staying parted at the end. I try to put a sentence together as he sits there, his expression intense. His jaw’s tight, the muscles along the side, flexing. I follow the edge of his jaw to his mouth.
“Don’t ever lie to me,” he demands. His touch is rough, possessive, forcing a response from my body with each pass over my clit.
“I won’t.” I mean it with every fiber of my body. “I…” I had every intention of saying something, but he’s tugging on my nipple, building up the pressure inside me. I need this. I want this.
“This pussy’s mine,” he says, spreading his fingers to cover me. “No one else is allowed here.” He presses his fingers together, making me jump when he catches my sensitive skin between them. “You understand.”
I nod. “I un-understand.”
“Not even you,” he states. The hard lines look unforgiving, but I can’t help but remember how that mouth’s been all over my body. Even along the folds he’s claiming now.
I swallow hard, remembering what I was doing a couple of nights ago, while thinking of him. I nod again and he releases the pressure.
I wet my bottom lip, losing my hold on the present. It seems to trigger something inside him. The deep rumble in his chest is the only warning I have before we’re up. A second later, I have the mattress at my back and the bedframe creaks in protest at the unexpected move.
My breath escapes in a shudder as Derrick makes quick work of his pants. I push myself up on my elbows, positioning myself where I normally sleep.
I should be concerned about all the chances we’ve taken. We haven’t used any protection during all the times we’ve been intimate. I part my lips, ready to say something, about this being risky, but I catch sight of his arousal and I’m left speechless.
He can’t be typical. Can he? I’m the last person who would know.
Relief wars with concern and something unknown. My body responds, wanting more, releasing more moisture as I prepare for him to take his size.
I only have a second to register that his body’s pushing my thighs open before he lifts my hips and the engorged head of his cock drives into me. He slams into me so hard the headboard hits the wall.
If I wasn’t so wet, and I heard the evidence of it as he entered, that likely would’ve hurt. Instead, all I can do is moan in appreciation of how he’s filled me.
He drops down to lean over me, moving within me, offering the pleasure I thought I’d never have again.
“Whose pussy is this?” he asks, his voice low and husky.
I bite my lip. How can he ask me that? He thrusts inside me again, hard.
I gasp. “Oh my God.”
He stops, his body pressing me into the mattress. “Whose pussy is this?” he asks from beside my cheek.
I groan, waiting for some inner voice to remind me that good girls don’t say such things. He jerks up my blouse, dragging my bra along with it until my nipple’s between his fingers. The pleasure-pain goes straight to the back of my head. I give in. “Yours,” I say, barely above a whisper.
He starts trusting again and I tip my head back, smiling as the bed moves. I never imagined this frame would be so noisy.
He nuzzles the base of my neck. “Does my girl like that the neighbor knows what she’s doing?”
“Um…” Goodness, Terri can hear every single thing through these walls. She has to know what’s happening, same as I can hear them.
“Do you like her knowing your pussy’s getting owned?”
I squirm under him, unable to respond. The thought of Terri knowing what we’re doing is both thrilling and terrifying. A shot of guilt runs through me, guilt because I don’t feel the sense of shame I should.
Pleasure is raging inside me now, I’m fully aware she might be sitting on her bed, shocked at what she’s hearing from the other side of the wall.
But I can’t say it out loud.
Derek must sense my hesitation. “Don’t lie to me, Little Nikki,” he whispers, his breath searing the side of my neck. “You know there’ll be consequences.”
Little Nikki? Oh my God. My heart races. He knows. He knows everything. I can see it in his eyes. The anger, the anticipation. He’s waiting for me to screw up.
I’m not sure if I’m ready for those consequences. My butt still hurts from paying for the last time. But the feelings he wrenched from inside me are incredible. Enough that I’m tempted to make it happen again.
“Think carefully,” he growls, sending a shiver down my body. “If you stop me from fucking you to spank that ass, you won’t be able to sit for a week. Do you understand that?”
I’m so close. It wouldn’t take much longer to get my release. Deep down, I know he won’t let me finish without getting his answer.
“I’m asking you again,” he says, pressing his body into mine. “Do you like that she can hear your pussy being owned?”
“Yes.” The confession is strangely liberating. Satisfaction courses within me at the admission.
Derrick’s quick to respond. He crushes his mouth to mine, his tongue invading my mouth, owning yet another part of me. A part of me I’m so willing to give him.
My consciousness is only along for the ride. I tighten my hold. He thrusts deeper, keeping a hard, unyielding pace, taking me to new heights. We aren’t even fully undressed, clothes shoved to one side; my panties may still be on my foot somewhere.
He’s angry, and this is punishment. For leaving? For lying? For hurting him? I don’t know. But I need him here, filling me. Making me feel whole.
He presses deep and I shift my hips, what little I can, grinding against him. It’s enough to have me start to tremble. I cry out as pleasure washes over me, battering my body with the intensity of my orgasm. My body’s shuddering as he presses me into the mattress, finding his own release.
“Nicole.” He says my name as if it’s the last thing on his mind as the world ends.
I may never be the same again.