The VIP Room(104)

"Raise your arms over your head," he instructed.

When Lauren complied, he pulled her bunched up dress over her head and threw it in the pile of clothes next to them. Lauren sat up with her knees bent and legs spread, bracing herself with her arms behind her. She licked her lips and said, "Bring that big boy over here, now."

With a groan, Derek stepped forward. Lauren took his length in one hand and cupped his balls in the other. She leaned forward to lick the wetness from his tip, smiling up at him as she rolled her tongue around him, savoring the sweet pre-cum. She guided him into her mouth, sucking him in effortlessly as she continued to stroke the base of his shaft and massage his scrotum.

Derek felt a tightening and knew he couldn't last if he stayed where he was. He stepped back, drawing himself out slowly, savoring the vision of her lips around him and the feel of her wet mouth against his hardness as he slid out.

"Lauren, I want you right now, more than I've ever wanted a woman," he said between groans. "But I have no protection here with me." He wrapped his hand around himself, ready to finish the job himself.

"No! Wait. It's safe. I'm protected, don't worry." Lauren gave him another one of her sexy smiles, while plunging her fingers into herself.

"Here," she said, holding up her wet fingers. "Come inside me now. I'm so ready for you."

Derek didn't need a second invitation.

"Roll over on your hands and knees," he said, practically growling.

Seeing her in that position, butt poised up in the air, legs spread and looking backward at him with a f*ck-me-now face almost drove Derek to spurt right there. He fell to his knees, gently spread apart her cheeks, and ran his tip along the length of her slit, from back to front, teasing her clit. The warmth of her folds on his sensitive skin sent electric sparks through his system. He couldn't wait any longer. He guided himself into her hot, juicy opening, plunging in with one hard thrust.

Although she was tight, she took him easily, and closed her muscles around him as he continued to pound her from behind. Derek reached beneath and grabbed her breasts, squeezing as he pumped. Lauren screamed with pleasure, and he lost himself in a swirl of sensations. Her sweet and musky odor, the heat of her body around his cock, and, finally, the exhilaration of his release as he let go and filled her with his thick, creamy seed.

Derek fell over on his side, taking Lauren with him. He pulled her close, her back to his chest, and her legs curled against his. They lay without speaking, still panting heavily. When he could breathe normally again, Derek nuzzled her neck and brought his lips up to her ear, tenderly sucking her ear lobe.

What an amazing woman! Even in the wild day dreams he'd been having about her, he never anticipated she'd be such a willing partner--never for one instant considered she'd be hungry and lustful and yet focused on his pleasure as well.

He loved how she felt in his arms, and as he held her close, his cock hardened and rose up against her again. He stroked her breasts and felt her nipples respond. The rain was still coming down in sheets, pounding the roof. The smell of the damp earth mixed with Lauren's enticing fragrance, and he wanted nothing more than to lose himself in her again. Lauren was grinding back against him, and he knew in seconds they'd be starting round two.

He had to tell her how much he was enjoying being with her first. He wanted her to know that she was special to him, and why.

"Lauren, you are-—"

His cell phone rang loudly from the pile of clothes next to Lauren's head. Because the damn thing was on vibrate, the phone slid out of his shorts' pocket, landing almost right under her nose. And there was Carly's face staring up at them with her name blinking in big bold letters.



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Lauren went from soaring exhilaration one second to being totally deflated the next. She grabbed the phone, tossed it to Derek, and sat up quickly. She grabbed her dress and looked around wildly for somewhere to run to and recover from her shame. All she saw was rows of tables lined with gardening supplies. She leaned forward, burying her face in her dress.

"Lauren--"

"Are you going to answer that?"

The cell had not stopped ringing and the tone was ascending in volume, as if laughing in her face that Derek might have any interest in her. Finally the ringing ceased and she heard a thud as the phone landed on the floor behind her.

"No, I never answer her calls. Please let me explain."

Lauren couldn't bring herself to turn to around. She breathed in deeply and closed her eyes, determined to salvage as much of her pride as she could.

"No need to explain anything, Derek."

She tried to keep her voice light and carefree, as though what they had just shared meant as little to her as it had to him. She pulled her dress over her head and stood up to zip the back so at least she could cover her nakedness, wishing she had a bag to pull over her head, too. The wet garment clung and she struggled to close the zipper, but she managed to secure it. She caught sight of her bra and panties out of the corner of her eyes, and scooped them up as she headed for the door.

Two steps forward and she cried out in pain as her leg buckled beneath her. Glancing down, she saw her ankle was bruised on the inside and swollen with a bump the size of a golf ball protruding. Before she hit the floor, she felt Derek's strong arms around her, lifting her up.

He took several steps backward and put her down on the spot where they had been moments before. Her legs were stretched out in front of her, and Derek squatted down to examine her ankle. She couldn't help but notice his manhood between his legs. Even flaccid, he was beautifully shaped. Thick and long, with a slight rosiness in the skin tone at the tip and over his scrotum.