I moaned, unable to contain my excitement.
“Jesus Christ,” he whispered. “I can’t wait anymore.”
I slowly opened my eyes, as if I was drunk off of the sensations that were pouring through me.
I watched as he kicked his shoes off, lost his pants, and then searched for his wallet.
He cursed when he came up empty-handed.
I slowly sat up, being extra careful not to jolt my neck, and stared at him with need coursing through my veins.
The way I was positioned, it would be the perfect height for him to just slide inside.
All of his long, considerable length able to enter me so easily…
I was so focused again on his cock that I didn’t pay attention to his face.
“I don’t have a condom,” he breathed, his voice muffled from where it was pressed against the sensitive skin of my neck. “We can’t…”
We shouldn’t. I knew we shouldn’t. I knew how babies were made.
Yet… I just didn’t care.
“I don’t care,” I told him bluntly. “I need you.”
Derek’s cock jerked against my bare pussy, as if the very idea of entering me bare was too much of an enticement for him to deny.
Our eyes met, and something serious passed between us. An acknowledgment that this wasn’t the smartest of decisions. Yet, neither one of us was stopping. Not now.
“This is a bad idea,” he murmured.
Yet he still fisted his cock.
“I don’t care,” I repeated.
He notched his cock at my entrance, his eyes once again coming to mine, and slowly started to press inside.
I felt my mouth fall open as air started to rush in and out of my lungs, watching as he worked himself inside of me.
One second, he was only halfway in, and the next, he’d lost what little control he managed to hold onto.
Moments later, he was thrusting hard the rest of the way inside of me, forcing his girth and length inside of me to the hilt.
I might or might not have screamed.
I wasn’t sure.
Because whatever he’d been building me up to, the fury that was pouring through my veins? That was now spilling over into a firestorm of epic proportions.
I had no other choice at this point but to fall onto my back and writhe as I lost control of everything.
My hands went up to clench onto the other side of the table I was on. Luckily, Derek’s hands on my hips held me in place because otherwise I would’ve slid right off the other side due to my lack of attention.
Derek’s grunt of release triggered another one of my own, and I cried out.
Sparks burst behind my eyelids, and feelings of euphoria rocketed through my veins.
I had no idea that orgasms could be like this.
I mean, I’d had some, sure. But nothing like what Derek had just given me.
When I finally came to, it was to stare up at the white ceiling tiles with surprise.
“I think I know why they call it the ‘little death,’” I admitted. “Because holy shit, I think I saw Jesus.”
Derek chuckled and pulled out of me.
I instantly felt bereft without him inside of me.
“I think you’re going to be missed if we don’t hurry back out there,” he murmured.
I thought so, too.
But I couldn’t get my legs to work.
“My neck is really sore,” I told him. “You’re gonna have to help me up.”
He did moments later, once again clothed in his pants as he supported my neck and lifted me to sitting.
“You should’ve worn the neck brace,” he murmured shortly.
I rolled my eyes but agreed silently that I really should have.
It was almost unbearable how sore it was.
His eyes took in my wince of pain, then slowly started to massage the sore muscles of my neck.
I leaned forward, uncaring of the stuff that was leaking out of me onto the counter, and placed my forehead onto his neck.
“We’re gonna need to find some disinfectant,” I muttered.
Derek snorted. “I saw some Lysol wipes by the door when I made sure it was locked.”
I rolled my head in that direction and sure enough, there were wipes there.
“Aces,” I teased.
He snorted and kept rubbing my neck.
“You’re mine, Avery Flynn.”
I shivered at his words.
“I know you don’t want to move back in with me,” he said. “But I want you to spend time with me. I want you over there. Just like I want to be over at your place.”
I didn’t say anything for so long that he continued to talk.
“I want it all. I’m not saying that we get married or anything, but I want you to acknowledge that I’m yours, too,” he rumbled.
The vibration of his chest had me smiling.
“What’s official mean?” I asked curiously.
“Official means that I get to kiss you in public. Official means that when we’re out, I hold your hand and warn off any other assholes that try to get near you. Official means that you stop hiding and pulling away, because I’m not going to let you anymore,” he shared.
I pulled back, uncaring of my sore neck, and stared into his eyes.
“Official means that I get to say you’re mine,” I agreed. “When does that start?”
His lips tipped up at the corner. “Now.”
Chapter 13
Will you be my player two?
-Derek to Avery
Avery
Derek squeezed my neck. “I’m going to run to the bathroom. When I’m done, we can go, okay?”
I nodded at him as I packed away my camera, making sure to put it in just right so that nothing was damaged.
“Yep,” I said.
“Can you hold my shit? These pockets are ridiculously small,” he said as he handed me his phone and wallet.
I took them, packed them into the side pocket of my bag, and then gave him a thumb up.
“I’m going to start walking toward the front,” I said. “That way, we can meet when you’re done.”
He winked at me, causing my heart to palpitate.
“K.”
Then he was gone, leaving me watching him stride through the throng of dancers.
The prom had gone well for everyone.
Prom king and queen had been announced, and no surprise, Rachel Howell had won. Even though it was ‘sorely disappointing that she couldn’t attend tonight’s festivities.’ That’d been the student council’s president who’d announced that.
When she’d looked at me, I’d waved.
There had been a few chuckles in the crowd, but the biggest one had come from the man beside me.
Now, thank God, I was done taking photos.
I was also done packing up.
Once Derek disappeared through the people, I wasn’t surprised to see the attention turn back to me.
It was more than obvious that Derek and I were an item. When we’d come out of the back hallway, I’d seen more than one pair of eyes land on us.