Jenny (Babysitter's Club 5)

The room shifted when he got to his feet with me in his arms, our lips still fused together as if he didn’t want to stop kissing me. Even on the way up the stairs, he didn’t leave my lips, and I felt so light in his arms the way he held me as if I were something precious.

We ate at each other’s lips feverishly, barely missing walking into the bedroom door because he was too busy nibbling on my lips. Some of those nibbles are going to leave me swollen, bruised, but I don’t care. I don’t think I breathed since he started kissing me. All I want is for this feeling never to end.

And then my eyes fell on the bed, their bed and I looked up at him with uncertainty. I like that he can now read me without me having to say too much. “I’m torn about throwing the bed out. I shared it with her, but this is where I took your virginity.” He ran his thumb along the corner of my lips and looked down at me with such hunger in his eyes, hunger and something more, something deeper.

“All the memories I have of our first night together are in this bed. But if it bothers you…” I didn’t want him going back in his head, so I swooped in and covered his lips with mine while grinding my pussy into his middle lest he forgets why we were here and goes back into protective mode, which I love, but not now.

His big hands came around my waist, holding me in place before moving on to my ass. He pulled me in close so I could feel his hardness against my middle before his hands moved, and I felt the tug at the bottom of my sweater.

Now I felt self-conscious. That night he didn’t actually see me. What if he didn’t like my body? I was short where she’d been tall, and the only thing curvy about me is my overly large breasts, which he seemed to have a fascination with that night.

I saw now that that still held true as he traced a finger along the edge of my bra, his eyes fixated on the plump flesh that escaped in the middle and at the top. “I remember these. I remember the feel and taste of you here.” He looked into my eyes with that dreamy look, and I had to bite my lip, so I didn’t scream at him to fuck me right this instant.

That smirk he gave me gave away the fact that he knew and was teasing me. Alright, two can play that game. I held his eyes as I ran my hand over his cock and squeezed while pushing my tit into his hand. “Fuck, okay, you win.”

Jenny

Of course, I do, and I plan to keep on winning. He damn near ripped my bra in his haste to get to my bare flesh, and I wasn’t much better when I tugged at his clothes. He walked me backward towards the bed with his mouth feeding greedily on mine as he pushed my jeans down and off while I struggled to get his zipper down over his hard cock.

One of his big hands came down between my thighs and cupped my heat, trapping the juices that escaped me there. I inhaled deeply when he pulled back and, with his eyes locked on mine, licked his palm. Oh, he’s a dangerous one, all right. I didn’t know just how much.

He fisted the hair at my nape and ravaged my lips as his fingers sought entrance into me. My heart thumped against my ribcage like a startled bird as I got up on my toes to give his fingers better access as he drove one then two into me.

I waited until his cock leaked against my thigh until I felt the pace of his heart pick up speed before pulling out of his arms and laying back across the bed. “You going to forget me again, Mr. Masters?” I opened my legs and closed them back again just as quickly.

Holding his eyes with mine, I fought my natural shyness as I ran my finger down my middle. His eyes followed that finger like a hawk stalking a duck. And when I dipped my finger inside myself, he growled.

“I’m not sure I should let you fuck me. It’s not very flattering to be forgotten like that. I saved myself all these years, and you, what did you do? Maybe I should’ve given it to someone else, one of those boys who are always following me around at school.”

I knew I was playing a dangerous game. Mr. Masters might overlook this behavior, but the Derrick I know and love won’t stand for it. I knew I’d gone too far when I saw the look in his eyes, but I wasn’t fast enough to escape.