Chapter Five
LILLY
Derek’s touch had become familiar after a week of experimentation. I’d lost most of my self-consciousness being naked in front of him, a small portion of my deep embarrassment at saying some of the dirty words he insisted I use, and scratched the surface on not feeling mortified every time he introduced a new toy.
Today it was nipple clamps.
Never in the whole of my life did I ever think I’d see a nipple clamp, let alone have them attached to me. And I would have bet every dollar I had and all the ones I’d ever make that I wouldn’t enjoy the bite and pressure of them. There was no possible way that the enhanced sensitivity would make me nearly come solely from one swipe of Derek’s tongue along my pinched and puckered peak.
And yet I nearly did.
Something in the dark danger that appeared in Derek’s eyes whenever he’d introduce something kinky really did it for me. Not to mention the fact that once he’d clipped on the rubbery plastic-tipped metal clothes-pin-esque things, he gave the chain connecting them a tug that made me cry out with a choked yelp—a sign of highly unexpected, intense pleasure.
As I lay on his parents’ bed, staring at the ceiling, awed by the way Derek consistently pushed the envelope on my capacity for arousal, he fingered my—as he made me call it now— pussy until I was right at the edge of orgasm. He’d learned my body so well within the week that he knew I was almost there and only needed the slightest push. In this case that was him licking my clipped nipples as he shoved two fingers inside me.
Letting out something that was half shriek, half joyful laughter, I came like a freight train. Derek’s wide grin showed off his white teeth, along with the little chip in one of the front two that I’d always found incredibly charming.
My reflections on his teeth were short lived as he unclipped my nipples and sucked them in his mouth one by one. It was like forcing a second wave of my wildly pulsing orgasm and I thought I might die from bliss overload.
When the room quieted from all my moaning, panting, and calling out to a higher power, Derek climbed off the bed and walked to the dresser. He picked up his phone and started to type.
“Nipple clamps are a definite yes.”
He’d taken to tracking my response to all his experimentation. He said he had plans for how he’d evaluate the data once we were done, to map out the perfect path to my orgasm. It wasn’t exactly the initial purpose of our little experiment, but I wasn’t going to argue.
Though I was aware it existed, I’d never seen the scientific side of his personality. Somehow after being a meathead jock through the entirety of high school, he’d become Captain STEM in college, getting his bachelor’s in computer science from University of Michigan. His transformation was completely shocking to everyone who knew him as “DJ” in high school—the ne’er do well party dog and resident panty collector. Somehow, he became a whole different person in Ann Arbor. I had to admit, I liked him better as a geek.
“I’m not gonna lie, Lush. I think the nipple clamps have been our most successful accessory yet. You’ll definitely have to buy a pair for you and old boring britches Jared to use on your honeymoon.”
I hated when he brought up Jared when we had our lessons. Even though all of this was part of an ill-conceived attempt to win the man back, it really bothered me to think of him when I was with Derek. Yes, of course, part of it was that I was technically cheating on him—even if he’d already dumped me. But I was starting to feel that it was more because I didn’t want to be distracted from Derek.
Stop that immediately, Lilly.
While Derek stood at the end of the bed typing notes into his phone, I couldn’t help but notice the majorly pronounced erection pushing his dark gray sweat pants to their stretching limit.
“Looks like I wasn’t the only one who enjoyed the whole nipple clamp thing,” I said, raising an eyebrow while I stared at his package.
“Are you eyeing my hard rod, you dirty little thing?” he asked with a smile, never looking up from his typing.
“Maybe.”
He turned and placed the phone back on the dresser. “Don’t you worry Luscious. You’ll get plenty of this dick in just a second.” He reached into the pocket of his sweats and retrieved a foil packet. As he pulled it out, something fell onto the floor. I peered over the side, and it was a tiny pair of shoes like the ones he’d had on our first night together. Had he been kidnapping leprechauns? What the hell?
“What are those?” I asked.
“It’s nothing.” He quickly scooped the little shoes up and pocketed them. “Don’t distract me from giving you the pounding you and I both deserve.” With a mischievous smile, he stood beside the bed, stripped off his pants, and rolled on the condom. “I hope you aren’t expecting anything impressive right now. Seeing you go wild over those clamps has got me aching to come. I hope a good old no frills bang is acceptable?”
He climbed on top of me, wedging his hips between my thighs and staring at me with hazel eyes darkened by want. His light commentary was undercut by the flush in his cheeks and the tick of his jaw muscles. Just as he’d learned my tells, I’d learned his. He wasn’t kidding when he said he was revved up and needy.
“Please, bang away,” I said with a smile.
“Thank God.”
Positioning himself at my entrance, he pushed his dirty blond hair out of his eyes and slid home. Since I was wet and he was determined, it was a smooth start.
“Fuck, Lils. You feel amazing.” He slid a hand under the small of my back and set a fast, pounding pace, grinding into me and panting with his face just inches above mine.
His eyes were tightly shut so I allowed myself to stare at him. Most times when we were together, I avoided gazing too much, knowing the crush that had lingered since my youth would probably show in my eyes. But with his focus elsewhere, I drank him in.
We weren’t meant for one another. He’d never settle down and he definitely wouldn’t pick me, if he did. And I was supposed to marry Jared, right?
Within the course of only a few short minutes, Derek let out that irresistible growly noise he made when he was ramping up to come. Before I knew what I was doing, I let my mushy eyeballing propel me into caressing his cheek. His eyes popped open and seared me with their intensity as he let out a roar and came.
Panting faster than he ever had before, he rolled off me onto his back.
“Holy fuck. That…wow.” He peeled off the condom, knotted it, and dropped it onto a towel he’d placed on the bedside table.
We lay there in semi-awkward silence for what seemed like forever. The eye contact thing had changed everything, but I don’t think either of us was prepared or inclined to address it.