At First Hate (Coastal Chronicles)

“Derek,” I said, remembering how much he enjoyed me saying his name.

He nipped at my breast as soon as the name escaped my lips. “Again.”

He moved me down across the row of seats and kissed down my stomach to the hem of my shirt. He pushed the material out of his way so that he could run his tongue along the edge of my bottoms. A thin cotton skirt that was now bunched high on my thighs.

“Derek.” I pushed my pelvis up to meet him.

He looked up at me with a glint of mischief in his expression. “I remember that you liked this,” he said, sliding his hand ever so slowly up my inner thigh. “The teasing part.”

I locked my eyes shut and tried to shift his hand to where I really wanted him. But damn him, he was right. As much as the sex was phenomenal, it had always been heightened by the foreplay that drove me out of my mind. Derek knew how to take his time when he set his mind to it. We’d spent long days in bed when we were at Harvard with nothing but time.

He pressed a kiss against my knee, dragging his scruff across my thigh. All while his hand traced the line of my underwear. Another kiss landed higher up and then another and another. Until I was breathing heavy just from the tease as he worked his way to where his hand was. Then, he trailed a finger down the center of my underwear. I bucked against him in response.

“Fuck,” I gasped.

He smirked up at me and didn’t even have to say what he was thinking. I was already wet. Soaking through the thin fabric that separated me from him. He pushed my knees further apart, and I spread out wide for him as he leaned over and put his hot mouth to the material. My toes curled as he breathed hot air against my clit.

“Derek.”

He hummed in response, sliding his fingers under the top of the underwear and dragging them down my legs along with my skirt. I was bare before him from the waist down, and he’d just begun.

His thumbs swept in and spread my lips open for him. I bit my lip hard enough that I thought I might draw blood. He slicked a thumb through the evidence of my arousal, dragging it up to my clit and swirling it in a circle. A finger slid inside of me, just one, and already, I was squeezing tight, wanting so much more than one finger.

“Greedy,” he said with a smirk on those pouty lips.

He thrust in a second finger, stretching me and working me to a frenzy. My hips started to move with the thrusts of his fingers. When he added a third finger, I thought I was going to tip over the edge. My body shuddered in his grasp. My vision went black at the edges. I could feel it teetering so close as he stroked my clit, drawing it out of me in a deliberate motion.

“Please,” I gasped.

He stilled at my words, and I whined in protest. I’d been close. Just from his fingers. Jesus, was I that starved for sex? Or was it just him?

“Uh-uh,” he teased. “Not yet.”

“But…”

“I missed the taste of you.”

That was all the warning I got before his mouth landed on my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, and my body rocked straight off of the seat. His forearm came out sharp across my abdomen, holding me in place. When his tongue swept against my clit, I thought I was going to lose it. I couldn’t hold still. My feet scrambled for purchase. My head was all fuzzy. His fingers worked in and out of me again. With all the sensations rushing through me, it was only moments before I lost it.

“Derek,” I cried one more time, and then I came in his mouth.

He slid his fingers in and out of me a few more times, milking my orgasm for everything I’d give him. Then, he sat back and watched me come down.

His erection was visible against the crotch of his shorts. I reached for him before I had another thought. He chuckled softly as I undid his pants and dragged the zipper down.

“Mars,” he said softly. He pushed my hair back out of my face.

I didn’t answer him. I pushed his shorts out of my way and reached for the waistband of his boxers. His cock jutted up through the material, and I salivated at the sight.

“Mars,” he repeated.

Still, I said nothing. I dipped into the waistband, and I took him in my hand. He was hard as a rock and so much bigger than my brain had processed. I slid my palm across the tip of him, feeling the wet pre-cum.