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Book:Yours till hell Published:2024-9-6

Good morning, Derrick mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the back of my neck.
I giggled in response and squirmed, unconsciously rubbing my naked body against his. So it was no surprise when I felt his erection prodding against my ass cheek. Definitely feels like a good morning.
Of course it is, especially because you’re still here this time.
My cheeks flushed as I rolled over and while I didn’t expect to see it, I was relieved not to see an ounce of anger or animosity in his features. Instead, his expression matched the playfulness of his words as his hand on my waist coasted upward to my breast. Did I ever apologize for sneaking out that morning ? I asked sheepishly.
His eyes, though tired, gleamed. I don’t remember receiving a formal apology, no.
Well- I leaned forward and, despite what was sure to be a bad case of morning breath, captured his lips with my own. The kiss was tender, yet urgent as he allowed me to take the lead. Cupping the side of his face, I nipped at his bottom lip, following up with a quick sweep of my tongue. And when I arched against him suggestively, he couldn’t take it any longer. Moaning against my mouth, he pulled me closer and devoured my mouth until I pulled back a minute later, panting with a pleased smile -how was that ?
Damn good, he replied, giving me another quick kiss. But, he continued trailing kisses down my neck and along my collarbone, I can think of something even better.
I shivered as his teeth scraped gently against my shoulder and his grip tightened on my thigh, propping it up and over his hip. The hard ridge of his cock was now very prominently between my legs, and every nerve ending in my body was suddenly hyper focused on Derrick. The muscles in his thighs, the hard ridges of his abs, and the way his fingertips slowly dragged down the front of my body before dipping between my thighs.
Don’t you have practice this morning ? I mumbled against his lips as he brought them back to mine. He made a dismissive grunt and I laughed, allowing his tongue to tangle with mine for a moment before pulling back once more. No really. I giggled, turning my head towards the pillow to avoid his lips. Don’t you have to get ready ?
He sighed, knowing I was right when he glanced over me to see that the clock read eight thirty. I do, he admitted, but I could really use some company in the shower. His eyebrow quirked suggestively when I peeked up from the pillow. You know, somebody to wash my back and all that.
Well, if it’ll help you get to practice on time, how can I say no ?
A victory growl left his mouth and suddenly we were on the move. Gripping me tightly to him, he rolled over and stood, marching purposefully toward the bathroom as my arms and legs wrapped around his enormous frame. Stopping only to grab a condom from his dresser, he didn’t put me down until he’d thrown open the shower curtain, turned on the spray, and brought us both underneath the water stream.
The water was a shock to the system, but as my feet hit the ground, I was immediately distracted by Derrick’s mouth when it claimed mine once more. There was no tenderness this time around, just pure hunger and desire, our lips moving sloppily against each other under the spray. And then his lips were gone, replaced by the sound of the condom being torn open. There was a brief interlude as he rolled it on, but then he lined up and pushed forward, filling me in one smooth thrust.
I clung to his shoulders, my nails surely digging into his skin, but all I could think about was finding the right groove. His hips jerked time and time again, and while the sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through my veins each time, it wasn’t anywhere near the level I needed it to be.
Need a different angle, I said, my lips sliding against the skin of his neck.
There was no hesitation on his end as he said, you got it, and pulled out, only to immediately turn me around to face the wall. Put your left foot up on the edge of the tub, he growled into my ear, and after following his instructions, I felt him grip my hips and slowly slide back inside me. Better ?
I moaned and circled my hips, which he took as a good sign before beginning to thrust hard and deep. Over and over again. And just when I was about to say I needed some other kind of friction to get me there, one of his hands moved down to the place where we joined to give me the direct pressure I needed. Yes, I said, leaning my head against the cool tiled wall. That’s perfect. Just… keep doing that.
Can do.
And instead of being bothered by the water or worrying about whether or not we were about to slip, I was totally zoned in, reaching for the pleasure that was growing inside of me. Kindling turned to fire then to a blaze. My entire body clenched up when I reached the point of no return, and seconds later, a low groan left Derrick’s throat as he shuddered through his own release, pumping a few final times to draw out the pleasure for both of us.
Finally, when the both of us began to come down from the high, breathing heavy, he pulled out, turning me back around to face him.
For a moment, the only thing that mattered was the identical grins we both wore, but then reality came crashing down over us. Or better yet, water did. We’d been a bit too careless finding the perfect shower sex position, and without realizing it, had accidentally pushed the shower curtain out of the way, leaving a stream of water to puddle across the rest of the bathroom.
As much as I enjoyed that, I think the floor’s almost as wet as you were, Derrick mused.
Swatting at his chest, I couldn’t help but laugh as I collapsed into his arms, my legs wobbly. Because while we had indeed made a mess, there were absolutely no regrets.
Scout’s nose poked into my thigh as he scampered between Derrick and I, and I ran my hand through his fur. Ryan’s not home ? I asked, suddenly very aware of what he could’ve seen and heard if he was.
A tiny breath of relief escaped me when Derrick shook his head. Ninety-nine percent sure he went home with a chick he met last night, he responded. After cleaning up the bathroom, the two of us had dressed-me in my outfit from the day before and him in sweats, ready for practice-and had migrated to the kitchen. I hadn’t been expecting much, but ever the gracious host, Derrick had fired up the coffee maker. He’d then quickly whipped up a pan of scrambled eggs while instructing me to make toast, and within minutes, the two of us had put together a breakfast to replace the calories we’d just burned. Speaking of which, your friends were funny last night.
You mean embarrassing ?
Jolted back to the four of us talking, I certainly remembered myself blushing after a few too many tales had spewed from Esme’s mouth, with Harper chiming in a time or two.
Derrick shook his head, leading me over to the couch to eat. No, they were great. He tossed a wry smile my way as the both of us situated ourselves. Maybe a little too keen to share some stories about how you fell asleep at a hockey game a few years back, he mused, eyes twinkling, but great nonetheless.
In my defense, I said, jabbing my fork into my eggs, I’d spent 10 hours in the lab that day. I was surprised I had the energy to walk up to our seats, let alone cheer for a whole period before conking out.