“Home.” She pauses to gauge my reaction, and I know she can see the disappointment on my face. “Don’t worry, though. I’d like you to come with me.”
Her eyes widen at what she just said, and she tries to cover her face with her hands in embarrassment. I squeeze her thigh. “Don’t you worry. We’ll both be coming before the night’s over with.”
I bring her in for another kiss because it feels like it’s been too long since I kissed her last. Her lips are soft and sweet, and I groan on contact. It’s as if I can’t get enough of her, and I don’t want to let go.
When we finally break apart, she’s clenching on to the front of my shirt. “I live in the house next to Happy Critters.”
I almost say that’s Old Man Winter’s house, but I’m too distracted to care right now. The last thing I want to think about is the old veterinarian.
I slam the door shut and walk around to my side of the truck. Happy Critters is only a few blocks away, and I get there in record time. Neither one of us says a word the whole way, and it gets me even more antsy, wondering what she’s thinking. Is she going to back out? And what if she does? Going home and wrapping my hand around my cock is not going to be enough. No way, no how. If that ends up being my only option then I’ll do it, but I’ll be thinking of her the whole time.
I help her out of the truck the same way I helped her in, with my hands on her waist. I walk her, my body cocooned around her. As soon as she closes the door and turns the lock, I begin kissing the back of her neck. “I hope you bringing me back to your house means we’re having sex because if it doesn’t my balls are going to fall off they’ll be so blue.”
She laughs as she turns toward me and wraps her arms around my neck. “I want you, Derrick. Is that clear enough for you?”
I kiss her passionately, loving the way my name sounds from her lips, and the way her brown eyes stoke my fire when she looks at me.
I begin unbuttoning her blouse, and following my lead, she starts to unbutton my pants. What started off slow speeds up as our need for each other burns hotter.
Olivia
What am I doing?
The crazy thought comes to mind as I’m practically ripping the pants off of Derrick. He’s a big man, and when I peel off his pants to find the tree trunks he has for thighs, never mind the huge bulge in his shorts, I almost fall back on my ass.
I’ve never done this before. I mean I’ve done “it” but not a one-night stand and definitely never with a man that looks like Derrick.
We both jerk and pull at each other’s clothes, and when he reaches down to take off my boots, I find that we’re already in my bedroom. I fall back onto the bed as he yanks off my boots, then pants and panties.
He stares openly at the smooth slit of my pussy, and I clench the sheets with my hands. Slightly embarrassed because I can’t remember anyone ever looking at me like he is, I start to close my legs.
He shakes his head, muscling his upper body between my thighs to hold them open. “Oh no. No way. You aren’t keeping this from me.”
He lowers his head, and the stubbles of his chin stroke across my abdomen and then to my mound. It’s rough, but fuck, it feels good.
His fingers slide through my wet, swollen slit, and now instead of closing, I’m opening my legs even wider, wanting him to touch me there.
When I feel his hot breath on me, I tense, waiting for what’s to come. “You don’t have to…”
He raises his head and looks into my eyes. “I want to. And unless you tell me no, I’m devouring this pussy, Olivia. And I know you want it. The sweet cream I can smell”—he stops to lick along my slit before moaning and sucking on his lip—“tells me you don’t want me to stop.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg him.
And he doesn’t. He strokes his fingers through my slit, up and down until they are soaked, and then he latches his tongue to me, circling my clit over and over until I’m holding on to the top of his head. The feelings he evokes in me are too much. It’s more than I can handle, I’m sure.
But no matter how hard I pull at his hair, he just groans and keeps working that little bundle of nerves at my core.
“Derrick,” I moan, about to beg him for mercy.
But as if hearing his name on my lips pushes him harder, he applies more pressure until I feel like I’m crashing over a cliff and don’t know where I’m going to land.
He’s relentless. He doesn’t soften his strokes or let me wiggle away. His hands are gripping my thighs almost painfully, his arms holding down my legs, urging me to give him my everything.
And I do. I come, an unladylike growl leaving my lips as I tremor and shake underneath him.
The wave seems to go on forever, but when I finally start to relax, he lifts his head to look at me.
His chin is soaked with my juices, but he’s licking his lips as if he’s feasting on my taste. His eyes are locked on me possessively, and it starts a whole new wave of longing inside me.
He climbs up the bed, kissing along my belly and breasts, nuzzling each one, but he doesn’t kiss them.
No, he waits until he’s up to my face, and he kisses my lips. I can taste myself on him, and the mixture of us, together, his taste and mine, makes me want him even more. It’s like a drug I can’t get enough of.
Our kisses are sloppy and all over the place. I push him backwards onto the bed, and even though he’s twice as big as me, he goes easily. I start to crawl down the mountain of man, smiling up at him along the way. “My turn.”
Derrick
I’m not going to last. Her breasts are swaying as she crawls down my body. And each touch of her hard peaks skimming across me has me ready to jump out of my skin. She’s kissing my nipples and down my stomach, and when she gets down between my legs, I feel as if I may burst.
Her hand wraps around me, and when she tightens her hold, I suck in my breath. “Fuck,” I say between clenched teeth.
She smiles up at me. “You okay up there?”
I wrap my hands around her hair and pull it off her shoulders, wanting to see her face. She’s breathtaking, and when she kisses the tip of my cock, it takes everything I have not to surge my hips up, pushing myself into her mouth. She smirks, knowing exactly what she’s doing to me. If her ass was within reach, I swear I’d give it a little smack for playing with me.
But then she opens her mouth, and I lose all thought. She takes me in, lowering her head until I’m hitting the back of her throat. But she doesn’t lift off or start to gag. No, she swallows, taking me even deeper.
I throw my head back against the pillow. Her scent is surrounding me, and it’s too much. An internal battle rages, and I’m fighting not to shoot my load into her mouth. I shake my head as I feel her go up and down, up and down. Unable to take it anymore, I lean up and pull her by her upper arms until she’s up my body and I have her lips pressed to mine.
When she breaks away, she’s panting. “Was I doing it wrong?”
I push the hair off her face, and even though she’s smiling, I can still see the self-doubt there. “No, you were doing it perfectly. Too perfectly, actually.”