Chapter 13 That Was One Hell of a Ride
That Was One Hell of a Ride
Sheila blushed at Derek’s words. She had said that, and it was true. In spite of her recent abundance of experience, she felt insecure in the morning light. Standing around naked and making a fool of herself did nothing to boost her confidence.
“Uh-uh, I can tell by your expression that you’re getting in your head again. None of that now.”
Sheila marveled that Derek could read her so well after such a short time. She and Richard dated for over a year, and he wanted her to move in with him. He regularly complained he could never understand her and never had any idea what she was thinking.
Derek drew her into a kiss that shifted from sweet to inflammatory in the blink of an eye.
Sheila undulated her body against his skin, reveling in her softness against his muscles.
While Derek wasn’t a fitness buff like Brandon, his chest, arms, and legs were muscular.
He had a dad-bod sexiness she liked a lot.
As they kissed, her fingers traced along his shoulders and upper back. Their kiss turned more carnal, and he steered her closer to the bed. Once there, he maneuvered her onto her back, and then he followed her down without breaking their lip-lock.
The heated kiss continued on the silky sheets, and their legs twined together. Sheila loved the feel of his strong, thick legs and thighs rubbing against her smoother limbs. When he yanked her close, she gasped into his mouth. That gasp turned to a moan when he deepened the kiss.
They kissed for hours, or so it seemed. Time disappeared, and they were the only two people left in the universe. He finally pulled his mouth away from hers to trail hot kisses down her neck as he worshipped her body.
“Let me love you,” he said between drugging kisses. “Let me love your body. Relax. I’ll take care of you.”
Sheila’s head spun, but his lips trailed down her jawline to her neck, then her shoulders and collarbone.
By the time he licked the notch at the base of her jugular, she practically melted into the bedsheets.
This attentiveness was different than what they had shared before, either alone or with Alexander.
All thought disappeared when his hot mouth found its way to her cleavage. Instead of immediately falling on her eager nipples, his tongue laved the entirety of her breasts.
He kissed the surprisingly sensitive skin all over her breasts before he moved to the areola. Somehow, Derek managed to lick and kiss all around her areola without touching her nipples, which had drawn up tight.
At last, he twirled his tongue around her left nipple. Then he sucked it with just the right amount of pressure. Sheila was so turned on by everything he did. Even though it was less extravagant than the previous night, she wondered if she’d come from just his mouth on her breasts after all.
When he switched to the other nipple and added a slight bite, she let out a small moan. He repeated his actions back and forth, back and forth, until she was lost to erotic overload.
Derek lavished her breasts with attention as he riled her up. They ached in the best way by the time he was done playing, and he ravaged her mouth once more.
This was nothing they hadn’t already done, but at the same time, it was different. He was different.
She caught the scent of her arousal and knew she was dripping wet. After he played with her breasts until he’d driven her wild, he placed lingering kisses on her upper abdomen. To her surprise, it was both arousing and ticklish.
He kissed her lower stomach below her belly button, and she tensed. With his loving attention, her embarrassment about the extra weight around her hips and waist faded away. Derek made her feel beautiful, sensual, and sexy.
Then he kissed his way along one hip before he repeated his actions on the other side. His hands stroked her legs. However, he made no move to touch her with his hands or mouth at her core, where she most wanted his touch.
Sheila whimpered, and he smirked.
“Are you ready to ride, darling?” he asked.
Sheila was surprised at his change in tactics, but she wanted him with a desperation she’d never known.
How they got each other off wasn’t the issue as long as they did.
When he lowered to the bed, she got on her knees and crawled over to him.
She reached for a condom to cover his dripping cock, but he grabbed her by the hips.
“Not that kind of ride, sweet girl.”
Confused, it took her a moment to catch on, and then she blushed scarlet.
“No, that’s okay. I don’t want to suffocate you.”
“You won’t, I promise,” he laughed. “I want your flavor on my tongue and the scent of your arousal filling all my senses. Sit on my face. That’s what I want. We’ll both love it.”
Uncertain, she had to trust he was strong enough to remove her if he couldn’t breathe. He maneuvered her until she hovered above his mouth.
Derek gave her a moment to get comfortable.
Then he gripped her hips and tugged her down more firmly onto his face.
She teetered off balance until she widened her thighs and pressed into him a little bit more.
He made a lusty groan that was muffled by her body as his tongue caressed her most delicate parts.
While both men had licked her pussy the previous night, this was the first time she’d been on top. The change in angle was a revelation. Ostensibly, she had more control, though Derek kept a firm grip on her and positioned her where he wanted her.
Sheila clung to the headboard while Derek went to town on her. He licked, sucked, and penetrated her with his tongue as her tension rose higher.
She cried out when he sucked hard on her clit. Sheila tried to pull away, but he held her close, and she writhed in ecstasy. She was impossibly turned on. In fact, she lost it completely when he spread and squeezed her ass cheeks as he fucked her with his tongue.
“Fuck, oh, oh, fuck, that’s so good. Oh my god, that’s so fucking good,” she cried out.
To her surprise, Sheila came against his mouth with a fierce shriek. He lapped it up while groaning. She thought he spoke, too, but she couldn’t hear over the ringing in her ears.
When she returned to her body, Derek moved her back a few inches so she rested against his upper chest rather than his face. She looked down at him with bleary eyes. Once he realized he had her attention, he licked his lips.
“Delicious,” he said. “Just like I thought, that was one hell of a ride.”
Sheila giggled and climbed off him. When she reached for his cock, though, he shied away from her.
“You’re not the only one who’s a little sensitive,” he said with chagrin.
“I bet I could make you come really fast with my mouth. I’ll be gentle,” she promised.
“Not necessary. This was all I wanted.”
When she opened her mouth to object again, he placed a finger on her lips.
“That was more than enough. Besides, now that I’ve eaten you, I’m starving for something more solid. Let’s go see if Alexander made breakfast like he said he would.”
On shaky legs, Sheila followed Derek out of the bedroom and into the kitchen. Alexander had prepared a feast. As she stood in the kitchen, she was tempted by delicious food and even more delicious sexual appetites. It was hard to believe the last twenty-four hours were real.
“If we do this again, I’ll stock up on electrolyte drinks and numbing cream,” Alexander joked.
Alexander’s comment jolted her back to reality. This was just sex. Hot, amazing, mind-blowing, earth-shattering sex, but that’s all it was. She needed to remember that.
Maybe she should pick up a date at her conference even though she had never been tempted before.
Derek carried their plates into the small dining nook off the kitchen.
Sheila had never eaten breakfast in the nude before, and certainly not with other people.
Unlike her, both men seemed completely at ease in their nudity.
Besides, modesty seemed ridiculous at this late juncture even without alcohol and darkness.
While she and Derek played, Alexander had cooked a massive spread. The three of them had an enjoyable time eating his delicious food.
As the meal wound down, though, Sheila grew antsy. Her mind went in thirty different directions at once, and she was uncertain which route to take. Questions swirled around her mind, all vying for attention.
Should she leave as soon as breakfast was over? Where were her panties and bra, anyway? Would it be rude if she ordered a ride-share home, or would it be ruder to ask Derek to take her home? She didn’t know the etiquette.
If she saw Alexander around town, would he acknowledge her, or was she just a nameless woman he fucked? Did he think less of her for being so free with her body?
What about Derek? Would he expect her to fuck his other friends, too? Despite his pretty speeches, did he think she was a whore for sleeping with him and his friend?
He seemed to enjoy her other adventures, but would things change now that they met in person again? Would he still want her to recount her tales of being railed by other men?
And the biggest question: Now that she kept having more-than-sexy thoughts about him, was this the end of her and Derek’s Advanced Friendship? Should it be, for her sake?
Since she’d never had a friend-with-benefits before, she didn’t know how to protect her heart, which kept trying to insert itself into their playground.
This hadn’t been an issue before. She had no romantic thoughts about her other Advanced Friendships, including Alexander. Or Pete, who she’d known longer.
As if he heard her thoughts, Alexander winked at her across the table and licked syrup off his fork.
When he realized he had her attention, he tongued his fork with long, slow licks and swirled his tongue around it.
It was hot to see his nimble tongue in action but absurd to watch him molest a fork.
“Eat your damned pancakes,” Derek grumbled.
Sheila muffled a snort as Derek glared at his friend. She was still uncertain how to exit gracefully, but she knew she’d never forget this weekend. Unexpectedly, she stifled a yawn.
“Look at this poor girl,” Alexander said. “We kept her up half the night, and then you didn’t let her rest this morning.”
He winked at her again, and Derek grumbled.
“Hey, she woke me up first!”
“What are you talking about?” she demanded. “You were both still snoring when I left to go to the bathroom.”
“I rolled over, and you weren’t there. That woke me up.”
Sheila had no response. Her brain urged caution even as her heart did a little dance. Her stupid heart needed to settle the fuck down.
“I have to go to the restaurant in an about an hour. I can give you a ride home then if you want, but you’re both welcome to stay, too. Derek’s got a key. I need to take care of some things, though, so I won’t be back for several hours.”
Derek responded to Alexander’s offer before she had the chance.
“I’ll take care of Sheila. You don’t need to worry about her.”
At his tone of voice, Alexander shot him a meaningful look she couldn’t interpret. Neither man said anything, but their body language spoke loudly. If only Sheila could understand it.
“I have a lot to do this afternoon in preparation for being out of town. Plus, I’ll try to carve out time for a nap.”
Sheila blushed when Alexander snorted. It sounded like he muttered the words, “We wore your ass out, didn’t we?”
Derek ignored his friend again and turned to her with a smile.
“That’s right. You have that conference coming up, don’t you? In New Orleans, you said?”
“That’s a fun town,” Alexander observed. “I met a woman there once in an elevator. You would not believe the things she did with her—“
“Alexander,” Derek interrupted. “Sheila isn’t like you. She’s not going to just pick up some stranger and suck him off in the elevator.”
Sheila’s nipples pebbled at his words. Both men immediately noticed since she wasn’t wearing anything.
“It’s not a terrible idea,” she joked to cover up her discomfort.
In her mind, though, it wasn’t a stranger. It was Derek whose cock she sucked in an elevator.
Heated images flooded her mind. Her bent over in a glass elevator with her professional skirt pushed up, while he fucked her from behind.
City skyscapes sped past as the elevator rose.
They occasionally caught glimpses of occupants of other elevators headed down, and their startled glances added to the thrill.
Her pussy throbbed despite its tenderness.
That did it. She definitely needed to leave soon, and she needed something—or someone—to distract her overactive imagination.
“You must be tired,” Derek said.
“What do you mean?” she asked as she fought a blush.
“Alexander asked you what kind of conference you were headed to, but you zoned out there.”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. You caught me thinking about my to-do list for the day. Lots of stuff going on. I didn’t mean to be rude.”
“You weren’t,” Alexander assured her. “You’ve got stuff to do, and you’re tired. Add in a big, carb-heavy breakfast, and anybody would zone out.”
He scooted back from the table.
“I’ll take care of these dishes later. Why don’t we help you find some clothes? Derek can take you home so you can start on that list.”
Alexander gave her a look of such understanding she worried she wore her heart on her sleeve. At least he hadn’t pushed her out the door because he got what he wanted and was done. Small consolation if he suspected the truth.
She never would have imagined it’d be such a minefield to navigate sex that was supposed to be without strings.