Page 21 of Now You See Him
“Of course I want you, but?—”
Tina went on instinct and wrapped her legs around his hips, her arms around his shoulders. “He’s never kissed my mouth,” she whispered. “Only you. Be close to him in my cunt but feel my lips with yours. That’s just for us. You and me, Derrick. Alive.”
His mouth hovered over hers for a second, a moment, and then he was devouring her, sealing them together. His thumb pressed down on her chin so she opened her lips, so that his tongue could sweep in, and the trickle of desire climbed like a vine, wrapping around her vital organs and squeezing her heart and lungs until she was clinging to broad, muscled shoulders.
Derrick lifted her off the countertop, his hands splayed across the width of her back, and carried her through the shadows, down the wide, airy hallway he’d built for her, and upstairs to the bedroom that she shared with another man. Their eyes locked, and neither of them looked away as they entered the shadowy room, the only lights coming through the big bay windows.
Tina wasn’t sure how she was so certain, but Damien wasn’t here. She’d thought that he would be a hovering presence, greedy to fuck her again the way that he’d done the first time Derrick had walked into her home. But now, it was just her and this very real, very alive man who was shrugging out of his t-shirt; pushing his jeans down his hips; releasing his thick, hard cock between muscled thighs.
There was no hesitation, no pause and reconsideration after she offered herself to him, and that was both alarming and deeply satisfying in a way that made warmth spread from her belly. She smiled as he crawled up the bed where she lay against the pillows that smelled of Logan’s expensive shampoo and body wash as well as her floral-scented lotions.
“Maybe,” he whispered as he unbuttoned his button-down that he’d given her earlier, “Maybe, he wanted this. That’s whyhe manipulated us before. Damien and I used to share. We were young the last time it happened, but…”
“You both can share me today.”
One very much gone, and one alive and hot and ready under her hands.
Desire wasn’t immediate, a burst or a flash that came with Derrick’s presence. It was slow, building layer upon layer as his skin slid against hers, his mouth tasting every inch of her neck, her collarbone, her breasts, and he delivered quick bites on her nipples before the soothing stroke of tongue. She felt swollen, on fire, as she writhed on the bed, desperate to alleviate her desperation for release.
Derrick took his time as he traveled down her torso to savor every inch of her. Tina moaned and fisted a hand in the fabric of Logan’s pillowcase. There was a faint whisper of guilt, of pain at the relationship that she was currently in, and the way it wasn’t enough to stop her from wanting this with lucidity. With honesty.
She took the pillow and slipped it under her hips. Her cunt was a mess. Wet and swollen. Sloppy with the effects of her fucking Derrick’s twin. She was now dripping on her fiancé’s pillowcase, wetting it from the come of another man.
Derrick grunted and bit the curve of her hip before he gripped her thighs, spread them apart, and licked between her folds with the flat of his tongue. He stopped briefly at her clit to nuzzle and add a bit more pressure.
“Derrick,” she moaned, her back bowing against the bed.
“His cock, Damien’s cock, has been inside you here,” he whispered, pushing two fingers into her channel, his thumb pressing on her clit until she was rapidly escalating towards another orgasm. “He’s been inside your mouth,” he said and pushed two fingers past her lips, then rested them against her tongue until she sucked and he shuddered.
“And these sheets. This pillow. It belongs to another man. A man who hasn’t fucked you properly. Who hasn’t touched you in months.”
Tina shook her head.
“Have my brother or Logan taken your ass?”
Her breath caught in her throat. Tina shook her head before she heard the wet, sticky mess when Derrick pulled his fingers out and pushed inside her again.
“Then I’m going to take your ass,” he said. He gripped her hips and rolled her so that she lay flat on her stomach. He adjusted Logan’s pillow under her hips. His hand stroked over the globes of her ass, kneading for a second before delivering a quick slap that had her crying out. Logan loved his one-thousand-count Egyptian cotton sheets and she was going to get fucked good on them.
“Condoms,” he said, his voice harsh.
“B-bedside table.”
“Perfect.”
Derrick never stopped touching her. His hand stroked over the line of her back, then he collared the back of her neck as he leaned forward and opened the bedside drawer, ignoring her gasp at the strength with which he held her. The power and raw intensity in his hold.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him remove the box of condoms that held a few options for sizes. It was almost a year old because she’d purchased it on a whim, hoping that she could reinvigorate her sex life with Logan, which had gotten stale. Now, she was grateful for her purchase for a whole different reason.
Derrick’s penis nudged her opening as he continued to dig in in the box, and she moaned, aching with need. “Hurry,” she whispered. Hushed. Thready with want.
“Hold on for just a second, sweetheart.”
That’s when she realized that he’d also retrieved the bottle of lube in her drawer. The lube was more for one of her vibrators than anal, but thank god she had it.
“We’ll need this, too,” he said, removing her clit stimulator next.
Before she could process what he planned on doing, he nudged the clit stimulator in place under her pussy, fit it against the top of her vulva and turned it on to the lowest setting. It teased her swollen nub just enough to keep her blood pumping, to start the building of her orgasm, but at a frustratingly slow pace.
