"Where's your room?" he asked, his lips finding my ear.
I moaned a little, tilting my head back and closing my eyes. "I can't remember when you do that."
He chuckled, finally letting my arms go and tugging me away from the wall, hauling me down the hall. "I'll refresh your memory."
Momentarily forgetting that I had been intent on keeping him out of the sanctuary of my room, I led him right to my door, but I no more than opened it and he was kissing me again, kicking my door shut and walking me backwards toward my bed.
"You're very controlling in bed.”
He pushed me down on the bed, coming down on top of me and straddling me. "Yeah, but you like controlling."
"Only in bed," I stated, giving him a narrowed look.
"Well, I'm not interested in what you like anywhere else," he replied, that cocky twinkle in his eyes.
I shook my head, looking up at him, unable to stifle a small smile. "You're such an asshole."
"You like that, too." He smirked, reaching behind his head and taking out his pony tail, shaking his golden locks loose.
My mouth went dry at the sight, and I wanted my fingers in it again, so I tugged him down and ran my fingers through his hair as he leaned down and started kissing my neck.
I couldn't decide whether I loved or hated the feelings that he unleashed in me the second he took his hair down, but it certainly made my entire body vibrate with awareness. I didn't even know why, but it just sent this charge through my body, making me feel strangely bold, ready to take what I wanted from him—even when I knew I probably shouldn't want anything from him.
Derek pulled his shirt off first, and even in the darkness I could see the smooth lines of the muscles in his arms, his stomach, his chest. I loved how he looked. He didn't give me much time to look, however, as he bent down and went straight for my jeans. Unbuttoning and unzipping them, he slid them off my body, tossing them off to the side of the bed. He wasted very little time, leaning down to take my lips in a forceful kiss, causing me to squirm against him when he captured my arms again and brought them up above my head.
"Do you like that?" he murmured a little roughly in my ear.
Feeling oddly defiant, I said, "No."
He kind of laughed, changing his position so that he was only holding my arms with one of his hands and sliding his other hand down my body, between my legs and pushing his fingers under my underwear, making me gasp. "Liar," he accused, feeling my wetness.
But I refused to admit it, half-heartedly attempting to pull my arms free. He narrowed his eyes at me, probably trying to decide if I was serious or not, but he must have decided I wasn't, because he didn't let go.
Instead he allowed his free hand to wander up under my shirt, inside of my bra, and he found my nipple, brushing it with his thumb. I couldn't seem to stifle a little moan when he did that, and I pushed my head back into the pillow.
He merely smirked down at me as he felt my nipple harden under his touch, then he started to toy with it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing until it almost hurt. My eyes closed, my head thrown back, I was helpless to do anything but moan as he teased my breasts, favoring my nipples. I could feel the area between my legs starting to throb. As he pressed his body against mine, the feeling only intensified.
Finally, my arms free, I brought my hands up to rest on his shoulder, instinctively pulling him closer. I felt him grind against me and I hissed, without realizing what I was doing, and proceeded to drag my nails down his back, enjoying that I made his head go back and a groaned, "Damn," escape his lips.
A thrill shot through my body when I saw that apparently that had been the right thing to do, because when he looked at me after that, there was something wild and unrestrained in those gorgeous blue eyes of his. I gave him an impish little smile and raised an eyebrow innocently, causing him to shake his head.
His hands made their way down to my hips and he peeled my panties off, tossing them on the floor and beginning to unbutton his own pants. I didn't see why he got to do it, so I pushed his hands away and started undoing his pants myself, unzipping them and tugging on them. He rolled over on his back so that I could get up on my knees and peel them off him, along with his boxers, while his hand tangled in my hair. He wrapped my hair in a ponytail around his hand and tugged hard, eliciting a helpless groan, then he gently pushed my head down between his legs.
I let him guide my head down until I had taken the tip of him into my mouth. He felt so smooth and hard at the same time, and I was sure I had never felt anything like that in my mouth before, confirming that he had been lying about getting head from me at the party. He pushed my head down a little more, and I took his direction, taking more of him into my mouth. I decided to better position myself by moving between his legs, then I started sucking harder, grasping his shaft lower with both of my hands.
"Fuck, yes, just like that," he said.
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wing I was at least doing something right encouraged me, so I continued for a couple minutes. Then I felt Derek moving me, and I wondered what I was doing wrong until I realized he was only better positioning so he could reach me, and I felt his finger slip inside of me. I gasped, still with him in my mouth and he started to rhythmically move his fingers in and out of my body. I was moaning much more naturally at that point, although it was hard to keep my focus on pleasuring him.
Finally he withdrew his fingers, momentarily disappointing me, until he pulled my hair again, lifting my mouth away from him and pulling me up. He let go of my hair and rolled me over on my back, bracing his weight on the bed and climbing on top of me.
With one of his arms he reached under my back and lifted me, and before I knew what he was doing I felt the hard length of him slide inside of me. The delicious friction caused yet another moan, and then he pulled back, thrusting harder.
"Derek," I moaned, wrapping my arms around him and lifting my hips against him, trying to move closer.
"You like when I fuck you, don't you?" he murmured.