Chapter 17 You’re Safe with Me
YOU’RE SAFE WITH ME
PAIGE
Derek swept me up into his arms, and my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, pulling my pussy tight against the throbbing, hard length of his cock straining beneath his sweatpants. I bit my lip at the thick feeling of his member and expected what would happen.
The feeling of being carried by him again—this time without the audience—made me feel giddy.
“Where are we going?” I asked breathlessly, my arms locked around his neck.
“My room,” he said, kissing me. He walked with his lips moving against mine with an urgency that made my toes curl. “On my bed. Where I can spread you out properly and worship every inch of you.”
His words went straight between my thighs, making my legs tighten around him. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt so turned on, especially just by words. His filthy words.
“Worship, huh?” I said, nipping at his jaw and running my hand through his soft hair. “You keep using that word.”
“Because I mean it,” he said, his blue eyes darkening.
He opened his bedroom door, and the sound of it clicking closed behind us made me feel a little reckless.
“I’m going to worship you, Paige,” he promised. “And you’re going to enjoy every inch of it.”
Derek laid me on the cool sheets of his bed with a gentleness that made my chest ache. Then he stood over me, just gazing at me for so long that I fought the urge to cover myself.
I wondered how I looked with just sweatpants on and tousled hair. Probably weird. I wasn’t even wearing sexy underwear—shit, did I shave?
“You’re staring,” I whispered, hyperaware of every imperfection that the soft lamplight must be highlighting.
“No, I’m memorizing,” he said, leaning down and bracing his hands on either side of my head. “Every perfect detail.”
Perfect. He kept calling me perfect, and a part of me wanted to believe him.
He kissed me slowly and tenderly this time, and it felt different. Like he was trying to tell me something he couldn’t put into words. When he pulled back, I could barely breathe.
“I want to touch you everywhere,” he confessed, his voice rough. “I want to kiss every inch of you. Make you feel so good you forget your own name.”
My pulse was racing as I asked, “What do you mean?”
“I mean—” he stopped and kissed my sternum. I felt the warmth of his lips through my skin. “I need to taste your pussy. Touch you and learn what makes your cunt come apart.”
My eyes went wide at his filthy words. “Derek—”
“Tell me no if you don’t want this.” He held my gaze, and I saw nothing but lust and want. “Tell me to stop, and I will. But if you say yes—”
He kissed lower, across my ribs, and I gasped. “If you say yes, I’m going to make you feel things you’ve never felt before.”
Jack had never… we had never—
But this is not Jack. This is Derek. Hot boss, best-friend, fake boyfriend Derek.
I nodded, too overwhelmed to speak, but Derek shook his head.
“I need words, beautiful,” he whispered against my skin, his warm hands gliding over my waist. “I need to hear you say it.”
“Yes,” I said, arching into his touch. “Yes, Derek. Please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. Derek stripped away my remaining clothes with agonizing slowness. I watched his face, saw the way his jaw tightened, the way his hands trembled slightly.
He wasn’t doing this for himself. No, he was doing it for me and the realization made my throat tight.
He started with my breasts, and I discovered that he was a fast learner. He learned which touches made me gasp, which made me arch into him, and which made me dig my nails into his shoulders. His mouth was hot and wet, sucking and nipping my nipples until they were hard pebbles.
Then he trailed kisses down my stomach—over the soft curve I was self-conscious about—and instead of rushing past it, he lingered there. Taking his time kissing and worshipping just like he promised.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, his breath warm. “So soft and so perfect.”
“Derek…” I moaned, my hands fisting his hair. “I can’t—it’s—”
“Too much?” He asked, kissing lower until he reached my hip, and I felt my entire body tense with anticipation. “Or not enough?”
“I don’t know,” I gasped, trying to back off. “But… Derek, I don’t remember the last time I shaved.”
Derek raised his brow and smirked, “I don’t remember the last time I shaved either.”
“Derek!” I said. “You know what I mean…”
He took my hand in his and kissed my knuckles. “Paige, I don’t care if you shaved or not as long as you will let me fuck your sweet cunt with my tongue.”
“Oh,” I whispered, my sex throbbing. “I… sure.”
He kissed my hand again and asked, “Sure?”
I nodded, more confident this time. “I’m sure. But I don’t know if I’ll like it…”
“Don’t worry, beautiful,” he said with a mischievous smile. “I know what you need.”
He settled between my thighs, and the weight of him, with the heat of his breath ghosting over my most sensitive skin, made me shiver.
“Let me give it to you.”
Panic fluttered through me, and my legs started to close. This was too intimate. Too vulnerable and too—
But Derek didn’t push. He was patient, easing my worries as he gently kissed the inside of my thigh, and his voice was soft when he spoke.
“Hey. Look at me.”
I did, even though my face burned with embarrassment.
“You’re safe with me,” he said, and I believed him. “Always. And you’re so damn sexy like this, I can barely breathe.”
“You really think so?” I asked, my voice uncertain. Because I didn’t feel beautiful. I felt exposed and scared and completely out of my depth.
I had never done this before. And knowing he had been with beautiful supermodels… it made me feel self-conscious.
“I know so,” he said in a firm voice. He licked his lips as his eyes darkened. “Let me show you?”
The question hung between us.
I nodded, and this time I let my legs relax, opening for him.
“That’s my girl,” he whispered, and the possessiveness in his voice sent heat pooling through me. “My perfect, beautiful girl.”
And when he tasted me, my entire world shattered.
I had read about this. Heard friends talk about it with varying degrees of enthusiasm.
But nothing—nothing—had prepared me for the reality of Derek’s mouth on my pussy.
The feel of his hot tongue, his warm breath, his large hands keeping me spread open…
all of it was too much. Every lick of his tongue sent a jolt straight to my core.
He found my clit immediately, and I screamed silently into the pillow.
My hands clutched at his hair, at the sheets, at anything as the sensation built and built and built.
The room smelled of sex as my moans and his groans echoed around us.
It was intoxicating. The feel of his mouth elicited sounds I had never made before.
Desperate and needy sounds that should have embarrassed me but didn’t because Derek groaned in response, like my pleasure was his.
“Derek—” I moaned. “I can’t… oh, fuck—I’m going to—”
He didn’t stop or slow down. He just kept working my clit with his mouth and his tongue until I came apart, my back arching off the bed as waves of blinding pleasure rocked through me.
I had never felt anything like it. Not in five years of marriage. Not ever.
When I finally came back to myself, Derek was kissing his way back up my body, his expression almost smug but also tender in a way that made my heart stutter.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, kissing my collarbone, my jaw. “So fucking beautiful when you come apart.”
I couldn’t speak. I could barely think. So, I pulled him down into a kiss that tasted like my juices, making me blush.
“Derek,” I finally said when we broke apart. “That was… I’ve never—”
“Never?” He pulled back, his eyebrows raised. I saw something dark flash through his eyes. “Jack never—”
“No,” I said, shaking my head, and suddenly I didn’t want to talk about Jack. I didn’t want to think about the years I spent settling for less than I deserved. “But it was perfect.”
“We’re not done,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “That was just the beginning, Paige. I told you I was going to worship you. I am a man of my word, and I keep my promises.”
I looked down between us and saw the hard evidence of his arousal straining against his sweatpants. He got hard eating me out?
I held my breath when he kissed me again. It was gentle and sweet. I hummed into the kiss, gasping when I felt his fingers trailing down the wet folds of my sex.
“Fuck, Paige,” Derek groaned into our kiss. “You feel so warm and tight. Shit.”
I whimpered when his finger fucked me. Slowly at first, and then he added another, spreading me open, his thumb rubbing the nub of my clit until he was making me whimper and cry out his name from pleasure.
His mouth descended on my breast, kissing and licking and gently biting the nipple until my back was arching off the bed.
It didn’t take me long to reach the edge, and I was shocked when he leaned down, spread my legs and sucked my clit into his mouth. His fingers curled inside me at the right spot, and I let go, screaming his name as I came.
Just as I was overcome with pleasure, one thought kept ringing in my mind…
This does not feel fake. Nothing about our relationship does.