Page 40 of Now You See Him
“I know,” she said. She grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet. They walked single file into the massive en suite bathroom. Tina dimmed the lights and lit a candle on the countertop. She turned to face Derrick, then slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. He stood watching her with an intensity that had her skin warming, her stomach erupting with butterflies.
She knew that this was for him more than for herself, but she needed this connection, this moment with him, as much as they needed to screw Logan over for what he’d done.
The shirt fluttered to the tile floor. The belt and jeans followed. When he was standing in nothing but boxer briefs, Derrick lifted a hand to rest against Tina’s wrist and her fingers stilled on his waistband.
Before she could ask what was wrong, he gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted it over her head. His moves were quicker than hers, almost with an urgency that left her breathless. She stood naked amidst their discarded clothes before he took a step back just to look at her. The deep-golden-brown skin, her bare cunt, and smooth legs. Her hair that she’d tied on top of her head, the left tendrils brushing over the curves of her shoulders.
They linked hands, and Tina felt the soft squeeze of Derrick’s fingers over hers before he tugged her forward, cupped her face, and kissed her. His lips were soft and smooth, the pressure rough and demanding. She felt the insistent nudge of his erection against her belly.
The soft and sweet feeling was gone between one moment and the next.
Tina let out a soft gasp when Derrick spun her around, their lips still connected and propped her up on the edge of the vanity. Then he was between her knees, spreading her thighs wide, adjusting her hips so that he had full access. He got to his knees in front of her, and his dark head of hair, looked good with her legs draped over his shoulders.
“I need my medicine to feel better,” he said as he rubbed his cheek against the inside of her thigh. “I’m going to drink it all up.”
Tina moaned, and her head fell back against the mirror as ecstasy took her over.
His tongue licked her in one strong scrape between her folds and over her clit. His fingers tightened on her thighs when she jerked at the sensation bolting through her like lightning.
“Derrick,” she moaned, her hands diving into his hair and tugging at the wavy strands. He thrust inside her using fingers and tongue and even teeth to make her so wet that she was sure she was dripping on the counter.
The mirror fogged, and the sound of her pants, of his wet sloppy feasting, filled the tiled and marbled room. Derrick urged her to the brink of orgasm as he slowly, torturously, teased her clit until she cried out and her entire body trembled, her legs shook. He pushed her knees up until they pressed against her chest and she was exposed to him as he speared his tongue into her cunt and she toppled over the edge. The orgasm gripped her by her throat and no sound came out of her mouth. Her entire body bowed and tightened like a string snapping from the pressure. Her legs flailed against his back and spots dotted her vision. Tina heaved in a deep breath, and she was finally able to make a sound. Derrick’s name spilled from her lips, ready and eager to replace any man’s name who she’d called out in pleasure before.
Derrick got to his feet, his mouth still wet from her cum. He wiped his forearm over the lower half of his face, then gripped her chin to kiss her, his tongue pushing deep so that she had no choice but to taste herself. She felt the insistent nudge of his erection between his thighs and immediately wanted to swallow him deep, feel the bulbous head of his cock hit the back of her throat or push deep in her pussy so he filled her up.
“Let’s get in the bath,” she whispered against his mouth, then bit his lower lip. He returned the quick nip before pulling away and moving towards the tub.
The water had reached the optimal level, so Tina quickly twisted the knobs to shut it off. There was a soft layer of steam billowing from the surface covered in soapy lines. She stepped into the hot liquid first, groaning at the way hot water immediately loosened her muscles inch by torturous inch.
Derrick followed, choosing to sit across from her. His legs spread on either side of her hip, and before she could ask him what he was doing so far away from her, the lights flickered.
Her heart began to pound.
No, she thought. Not now. Not when she was having this intimate moment with Derrick. Not when they’d just discovered something so traumatic about her ex-fiancé that she just wanted to escape from the reality of her situation. Her muscled that had relaxed under Derrick’s careful administration were now rigid.
“Tina,” Derrick whispered as he scanned the bathroom. He extended a hand towards her. “Don’t worry about him. Just focus on me. It’s just you and me together. That’s all that matters right now.”
She wished she could believe him. She took his hand and moved across the bathtub, the water gently lapping between them as she got to her knees between his legs and rested her hands against his chest. When their lips connected, there was a cool breeze that ruffled the tiny hairs at the back of her neck, but her resolve remained firm.
Warmth slowly seeped back into her bloodstream as their lips slid over each other, as he kissed her a way that she’d come to adore. Their bodies melted together, his hand stroking over her ass, and she wanted more. She wanted to taste him in the same way that he’d tasted her.
When Tina pulled away, she knew that Derrick could see the intention in her eyes. The way her hands stroked over his pecs down his abdomen and caressed his still-hard erection was indicative of what she wanted, too.
“Let me,” she whispered.
Derrick gripped the lip of the tub and pulled himself out of the water so he was sitting on the edge, his erection cutting through the surface. Tina didn’t waste any time. She quickly positioned herself in front of him and wrapped her lipsaround his tip, already swollen with pre-cum. His moan was intoxicating. The feel of him hot and hard in her hands was a drug that she couldn’t get enough of.
That’s when she felt the ghostly trail of fingers around her hips. She froze, her mouth full of cock, steamy bathwater lapping at her nipples.
There was a splash behind her. Gentle and quick.
“Tina.” The word was said quick and desperate. Derrick shifted, almost as if he were going to pull away, when she felt another man’s fingers grip her hair and shove her head down so she took more dick in her mouth.
She gasped and gagged, then her throat relaxed and she was able to take more of her lover inside of her as his brother positioned her hips and slid his cock into her cunt from behind. No warning, no preparation, nothing but a thick, hard cock from a poltergeist fucking her slow and deep until she could practically feel him in her chest.
She was breathless and dizzy as she gripped Derrick’s thighs for purchase. Now that she was so full, she couldn’t pull away. She couldn’t get free. She didn’t want it to end.
“Tina!” Derrick cried out. She could tell that he was swallowing a moan. When he tried to nudge her back, to free her from Damien’s clutches, she dug her nails into his skin to keep him in place.
