I didn’t answer. Instead, I grasped the hem of his shirt and yanked it up, pulling it over his head before my hands returned to his skin. He shivered under my touch, and I felt the obvious ridge of his cock through his shorts as his own hands got to work on ridding me of the rest of my clothes.
Looking down to see him crouched at the end of the bed, his eyes flicked up to meet mine, appearing dark with desire as his tongue flicked out to trace a line across my waist from one hipbone to the other. A move that had my hips lifting involuntarily, as though a silent plea for more.
Tell me what you want, he said, before dropping lower and gliding his tongue across my sensitive skin, pulling a moan from my throat.
Honestly, this whole night has been foreplay, I admitted in a blissful haze, grasping at his biceps to pull him back up the bed. My mouth claimed his quickly in a kiss before pulling back. I really just need you inside me. Now.
No further questions were asked as he quickly shucked the remainder of his clothes and swiped a condom from his bedside table. Over the next couple seconds, he rolled it on, propped a spare pillow under my tailbone, and situated himself between my thighs before gliding inside.
And the familiar feel of him was exactly what I needed.
With him on his knees-fingers digging deep into my thighs as he thrust his hips hard and fast, never slowing down-I couldn’t reach him. So instead, while one hand grabbed at the comforter beneath me, the other cupped my breast, rolling the nipple between my fingers.
There was a sharp inhale from Derrick in response, and a mumble that was either a curse or encouragement as he leaned over me, forearms resting on either side of my body as he continued to move. But now, each time I swirled my hips in time with his, my clit got the friction it needed and the sensations building inside me were quickly beginning to spiral to the point of no return.
Fuck, Lia, he said, almost as though his teeth were clenched to hold off the inevitable. I missed you.
I missed you, too, I managed to reply, silently begging to be brought over the edge.
And as he plunged deeper and harder, the pleasure shot higher, causing me to scream his name once, twice, three times over until my orgasm washed over me, drawing a low groan from Derrick as he came as well.
We collapsed together on the bed, breathing hard, and when Derrick left for a few moments to deal with the condom, he returned to find my eyes already fluttering shut with exhaustion.
Time change finally catching up with you ? he asked, pulling the sheets up over us before cradling my body against his.
Probably, I mumbled, cuddling closer.
I felt his fingers run softly through my hair, lulling me further to sleep. I meant it you know, he whispered, lips against my forehead. I really have missed you.
I could feel a smile forming on my lips, but I didn’t have the energy to move, let alone open my eyes. And whether my response was vocalized or solely in my head, I didn’t know, as I said, Me too.
Derrick hummed appreciatively as he dipped his head to kiss my neck. You’re looking mighty fine this morning.
Laughing as his gaze caught mine in the mirror, I nudged him away playfully. We’d already spent too much time together in here this morning under that wonderful rainfall showerhead he’d had installed. Thanks, but shouldn’t you be headed to the rink for morning skate ?
I’m going, I’m going. He held up his hands in mock surrender as I finished with the top knot I was forming. I’ll probably be back around one, and then we can go grab something for lunch.
He’d popped out to grab me a coffee and bagel from the end of the street to tide me over until then, because he hadn’t been kidding yesterday when he said he had no food. Sounds good.
And… he drawled, I have a surprise for you before the game.
I lifted a brow. A surprise ?
He chuckled, leaning in for one last kiss. Trust me, you’ll like it. Retreating from the bathroom, I heard him shuffling around, likely grabbing his duffle on the way to the door. Call me if you need anything.
I will, I replied, and when I heard the door slam shut, I knew I was left alone.
Which, to be honest, was a bit weird to think about, but I didn’t let myself mull over it for long.
Without my laptop and my work to pass the time, I settled in front of the television and scanned the channels, finding a home improvement marathon to watch. After all, it was a guilty pleasure of mine, peeping into how other people decorated their space.
Time passed easily, and as the fourth episode began, my stomach began to growl lightly. I figured Derrick would be home soon, but just as I reached for my phone, the buzzer for the condo went.
Had Derrick forgotten his key ?
Thrown by the interruption, I figured after a few moments that maybe someone had just buzzed the wrong condo. Then the buzzer went again.
Not knowing what to do, I hesitantly picked up my phone, gnawing on my bottom lip as I dialed Derrick.
Was this supposed to be my surprise ? Was I meant to answer the door ?
After four rings, someone answered Derrick’s phone, but it wasn’t him. Hello ?
Uh, hi, I said, flustered with the current situation. Is, uh, Derrick there ?
Yeah, sorry, the guy-someone I assumed to be his teammate-said. He’s just in the showers but left his phone out for one of us to answer if you called. There was some rustling on the other end of the line before I heard him yell, Wellsley, your girl’s calling !
The buzzer went off again, and this time, I moved towards the entryway.
Lia ? I finally heard Derrick’s voice in my ear.
Derrick, hi, I said. Sorry for calling, but there’s someone buzzing your condo and I didn’t want to answer it, but they’re being persistent so-
Lia, it’s fine, he chuckled. You can go ahead and answer it.
You sure ?
Completely. And I’ll be home in about twenty.
Okay, I replied, still feeling as though something was off as I hung up. When I pressed the button and spoke into speaker, there was no response, leaving me to think that, for a moment, whoever it had been had simply left.
That is, until there were three raps on the door.
Clearly whoever it was meant to be here.
Unlocking the door, I nervously pulled it open and was faced with not one, but two people. A pair who were around my parents age, and just as I was about to ask how I could help them, a spark of familiarity set in. It was the color of the man’s eyes and the crook in his nose, as well as the soft smile on the woman’s lips.
Any words I may have had immediately got caught in my throat as a terrifying realization set in.
These were, without a doubt, Derrick’s parents.