After You (Because of You 2)

He takes a step closer, pinning me against my bedroom door. I’m trapped here in the greatest prison man has ever constructed—the bars are Derek’s legs, he’s my warden. I look up at him, at his intense blue eyes, my mouth full of his cock, and in this moment, everything is so simple. I want one thing and one thing only—his pleasure. My pleasure. There’s no difference when we’re together.

I pop off and he bends down, dragging me upright, then grabbing me under the ass and lifting me. I wrap my legs around his waist and hold on for dear life as his mouth slants over mine. My eyes drift closed and I dart my tongue out to war with his. This is the best kind of war, because no matter who comes out on top, we both win.

Derek tosses me on the bed and shoves his jeans down. Then he yanks his shirt off and follows me. I make quick work of unclasping my bra and peeling off my panties so that when he reaches me, we’re both bare naked.

Derek grabs me around the waist and drags me beneath him on the bed. I glory in the sensation of his skin against mine, the hot path his hands leave on my body as he touches me. Bending his head to kiss my neck, he murmurs, “Should I eat you or fuck you?”

“Fuck me.”

“Yeah?” he murmurs, nibbling my ear in the way he knows drives me out of my mind. “You want me, Nikki?”

“You know I do,” I say, reaching up and dragging my nails down his back to punish him for making me say it.

Every muscle in his body tightens, then he growls in my ear. “You know how much I fucking like that, Harmon.”

I’m already on fire. I don’t want to drag this out, I just want him pumping inside my body and filling up every empty space with pleasure. “Then do something about it, Noble.”

He doesn’t prep my body, but I don’t complain. Derek spreads my thighs, plants himself between them, and slowly pushes his cock inside me. My body stretches to accommodate his size. It’s the most delicious feeling, how easily he can push past my body’s natural resistance. I wish he could do that with my heart, too. I wish I could trust him not to wreck me if he did.

Right now I want him to wreck me, but only physically. I don’t want gentle. I don’t want lovemaking. I want to ache tomorrow when he’s gone, and know it’s because of him.

“Kiss me,” I demand.

He narrows his blue eyes at me in disapproval, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking. “Try again.”

“Please.”

“Better,” he says, leaning in and brushing his lips against mine.

Smiling faintly against his lips, I say, “You’ll take it, huh?”

“In a pinch,” he verifies.

“You’re such a jerk,” I inform him.

“You like it,” he replies, winking before pulling his hips back and plunging his full length inside me. I want to deny it just to be difficult, but I would be too obviously lying as I hold my breath and pull my body closer to his. As I meet his thrusts like I need them to breathe, as I beg him to take me harder and faster. He’s already driving into me so hard he should be breaking my body apart, but I beg for more brutality, like I need him to fuck my soul.

We’re fucking so hard, we can’t stay in one place. Derek keeps repositioning me, and I just do my best to keep pace. Now he pulls out, flipping me sideways and pushing my knees forward. It feels like an odd position until he slides back into me and pleasure twists through me. I grab his muscular arm, holding on, feeling the way his muscles contract as he uses his body to give me pleasure. I forgot this feeling. I forgot the depths of the pain, but I forgot the depths of the pleasure, too. I forgot the unmatched intimacy of Derek moving inside my body, of being connected to him in the most primal way possible.

I don’t like this position as much because I’m barely touching him, but as he picks the pace back up and pounds inside me, tension coils tighter and tighter with every impact. He feels different inside me in this position, the way his cock rubs my walls. There’s more urgency as I grasp at his arm, at the bedding.

“Oh, God, yes. Derek. Harder, please,” I beg, grabbing the pillow behind my head.

He thrusts so hard it almost hurts, but it pushes me over the edge, throwing me into a frenzied fit of pleasure. I can’t breathe, can’t think, can’t feel anything but bliss as he continues to slide inside me, chasing his pleasure while my body convulses around him.

“Mm, fuck, Nikki.”

I’m weak from that release, but the pleasure on his face makes me hungry for his.

“Stop,” I say.

His eyes pop open and he looks mildly horrified. “What?”

I laugh a little breathlessly, rolling onto my back and spreading my legs. I want to watch him while he finishes. “Proceed,” I tell him.

“Jesus Christ, you just scared the shit out of me.”

“I’m not that mean,” I tell him.