With slow, drugging kisses, he pulled her clit into a stiff ache. She pulsed between his lips, feeling so incredibly aroused she could scream. Tugging at his shoulders and hair did nothing. And then she couldn’t think as he teased her with his hands. He slid a finger inside her, then added another. But he didn’t fuck her with them—he just held them there while he dipped his pinkie inside her, getting it nice and wet.
“Derrick,please.”
She felt his grin over her body, but he answered by sucking her harder.
She shifted, aching, and he shocked her by pushing his pinkie lower, sliding past her pussy down to her ass. His pinkie rested against her hole, and as he nibbled her clit, he rimmed her then pushed his pinkie inside her ass. Just the tip, but the foreign sensation made her jerk, on fire.
“God, Derrick. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. Baby, I need you.” She was barely aware of what she was saying while he played with her, driving her to blinding lust.
His fingers, his mouth, that damned pinkie. So good, she was going to…
“Yes, yes. Derrick!” She came hard, clenching tight as her body spasmed with an orgasm that seemed never-ending.
And then his fingers disappeared as he shimmied over her body and plunged that thick cock inside her. He rammed into her, slamming harder and harder while she continued to climax, finally satisfied.
She could only feel as he shoved one final time and came inside her. All that hot seed, filling her up.
Boneless and unable to move, she lay there as he finished and pulled out. He rose on his knees, his gaze possessive as he stared down at her. “See what you did to me?”
He held himself and squeezed out another drop. The milky seed hit her belly, and he rubbed the small amount into her skin. “All in you and on you.” Derrick leaned over her and pressed a hard kiss against her mouth. “Just think, Syd. That was only round one.”
Chapter Five
Sydney smiled at Lena as they drove past Derrick’s house. She forced herself to ignore how many times she’d thought about calling Derrick during the week. Six days had passed since that explosive Saturday at her house. He’d stayed the entire day, leaving at two the next morning. They’d had sex in almost every way possible, except anal, because she still wasn’t sure about that. She should have been completely over Derrick Warren.
They were now friends. They’d had sex to get it out of their systems and agreed not to call each other or talk about it ever again. Or at least, she had. He’d just stared at her like a starving man and nodded more at her breasts than her face while she explained how they’d handle the day after. End of story. Except she couldn’t stop thinking about him. Of course, driving past his house didn’t help. But this property had all the requirements—on paper—that Brian Goode wanted.
She and Lena had decided to drive out together. Her good friend and partner was having some issues with her own significant other, so Sydney was trying to be a better friend than she’d been all week. Damn Derrick. The man would not leave her mind.
“So then Carl is all mopey because I’m not ready for kids. But come on. We haven’t even gotten married yet. Why should I agree to get knocked up before we sayI do? What if something goes wrong and we don’t get married? Or worse, we get married, I get pregnant and leave my job, and then—”
“What do you mean leave your job?” At the frown Lena gave her, Sydney laughed at herself. “Not that that’s the only part I homed in on, but Lena, you love your work.”
“I know.” They departed Sydney’s car and walked up to the house. Instant curb appeal, and the house had a lot of square footage.
“Why do you have to quit work? I couldn’t care less about business. I love you, but if you have to leave, I support your decision. It just seems to me you should be able to do both if you want. Have a family and work.”
“I know,” Lena said again.
They entered the house and made notes as they inspected the place.
“I wish I could be more like you,” Lena was saying.
“Like me?” In lust with a man who went through women like tissues? “How so?”
“You’re so confident, Sydney. You’re beautiful, successful, you have friends, you have fun, and you crook your little finger and men come running.”
“Please. The men I date might be good-looking—yes, I’m vain like that. But most of them aren’t worth half of what Carl is. Besides, you’re no slouch yourself.”
Lena blew out a breath. “Then why am I so scared when he talks about kids? Maybe I’m rushing the marriage thing. I mean, I’m getting older, but I’m not thirty yet.”
“Thanks a lot.” Sydney made a note about a large office on the first floor. The place had already been wired for computer equipment. Nice.
“Oh. Well, you know what I mean.”
“Lena, there’s no age requirement for marriage. I mean, yeah, it’s better to have kids when you’re younger for health reasons, but you have to be ready for them.” An odd image of Derrick holding a baby popped into her mind and she hurriedly suppressed it.
“I know. It’s just, Carl keeps pushing me.”
