Rock All Night(104)

Then I realized that, no, it wasn’t pee.

I’d heard about it happening to other women, but I had never, ever thought it would happen to me.

It wasn’t a lot, but it was enough to freak me out.

The little voice went into overdrive – though it was trying to reassure me: You still have your underwear on – sort of! It’s okay, it’s fine, it wasn’t much! He probably won’t even notice!

But I think I immediately tensed up, which clued Derek off.

He stopped thrusting.

There were these three seconds of long silence, at which point the little voice inside my head was like No no no no NO –

And then he asked, “…did you just squirt?”

“No! Shut up!” I squealed as I pulled myself off him and rolled away, not wanting to look at him.

He laughed – laughed, which somehow made it worse. “Come on, that was super f*cking hot – ”


I felt his hand on my arm.

“Stop!” I said, mortified, batting him away.

“Come on, don’t be like that – ”

His hands wouldn’t quit, pulling me closer to his body no matter how hard I tried to squirm away.

“Cut it out!”

“Come back here and do it again,” he whispered huskily in my ear.

I turned around and beat my hands against his chest. “I hate you!” I yelled.

He looked at me, a frown on his face – not angry, just mystified.

I couldn’t explain it at that moment, but I think it was that I hated how much power he had over me. That at a moment when I was angry at him, he could still make me want him so badly. That he could overpower my senses with lust. That he could make me lose complete control and do something that I had never done before, something that was really embarrassing –

A wry smile crept across his face. “Do you really hate me?”

No.

I’m just afraid of how much you make me feel.

“…yes,” I said grumpily.

His smile bloomed into a full-on grin. “You really hate me?”

Now it was a game.

Which I didn’t mind as much, because I didn’t have to open up, I didn’t have to tell him how deeply he affected me.

I didn’t have to be honest – not with him…

…and not with myself, either.

“Yes,” I said brattily.

He pulled me on top of him as he lay on his back. I braced my arms against his chest (his firm, gorgeous, naked chest – sigh…) and kept myself as far away from him as possible.

“How much do you hate me?” he asked, his voice dropping sexily.

“A lot.”

“Do you hate all of me?”

“Yes.”

“Do you hate… this part of me?”

He shifted his body underneath me, and suddenly his cock – still rock-hard and thick, with the condom still on – slid into the groove of my *. I felt the wet pressure kiss my clit, and I shivered.

“…yes…” I said, entirely unconvincingly.

“Do you hate it when I do… this?” he whispered, and his hands clutched my ass, the fingertips caressing my wet, exposed lips.

“Yes,” I said, almost trembling as his fingers traced across against my most sensitive parts.

“Do you hate it when I do… this?” he asked, and did a crunch, lifting his upper body off the bed so that his mouth could reach my breasts dangling above him.

His lips took me in, wet and warm, sucking first at one nipple, then the other.

I shivered, and let myself grind the slightest bit against his long, thick cock.

“…yes…”

Without saying anything else, he lifted my t-shirt up over my head. I raised my arms and let him peel it off me, after which he threw it across the room.

Then he hooked his fingers in my underwear and pulled down. I raised my ass and let him slide off the soaked cloth, then took over and kicked them off to the floor.

Now I was naked, sitting astride his naked body.

As he looked me in the eyes the entire time, he took one powerful hand, put it on my waist, and lifted. I rose up off his body – and with his other hand, he took hold of his head and positioned it right between my swollen tips.

“Do you hate when I do… this?” he growled, and slowly forced me down on that gorgeous cock.

“Unnnnhhh,” I groaned as he slid inside me, inch by inch.

“Do you hate it?” he asked again.

“…yes…” I whispered, as I began to lift myself up and rock back down, slowly, again and again, letting him deeper and deeper inside me.

“How about this?” he whispered, and pulled my upper body down against his chest. His legs spread out, forcing mine along with his… and then I felt his hands grab my ass cheeks, cupping them hard… and then his fingertips tickled between my legs where they joined my body, sliding over wet skin, until they came to rest between my * and my *, and he just… clutched at me gently, that soft, delicious pressure massaging a place no one else had ever touched as he pumped his hips slowly and that big, thick cock slid slowly in and out of me. He put his mouth against my ear and breathed out, “Do you hate that?”

“…yes…” I moaned, my fingernails raking across his rock-hard chest, my hair dangling over his face in a tent, as he moved in and out of me, filling me up, his fingertips toying sensually with that shameful/delightful/unnamable place between my legs.