“Oh Gosh,” I sighed, almost hitting my head on the top of his car as his tongue worked in magic circles, making me wetter and wetter. “I need you inside me, Derek.”
“Come and get it, Thorn,” he grinned, guiding me back on his lap and letting me sink onto him with a satisfied moan.
I threw my head back and arched my back before my hips took over and started to move. Dex kept his hand on my always-aching hip, limiting my moves and guiding them to make sure I didn't hurt myself as I chased my release.
“That’s it, baby girl,” he praised me as he sprinkled kisses onto my face. “I love seeing how you make yourself come.”
“Touch my nipples,” I begged him, pushing my chest to him, and I didn’t have to ask twice. He pushed my t-shirt up,bunching up the material, and with a wickedly sexy grin, he handed it to me.
“Bite onto it.”
A wave of self-consciousness hit me, before I followed his instructions, my own t-shirt gagging me as his sinful lips found my perky, needy nipples, and he sucked on them.
My moans were muffled by my t-shirt, but my hips sped up as pleasure started to blur my vision.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” he groaned as he moved his attention to my other nipple, his fingers digging into my hips, as he moved in unison with me. “Come for me, Thorn.”
“I’m so close,” I tried to mutter over the t-shirt, as I rode him harder, sweat trailing down my back from the effort.
Derek bit into my sensitive nipples lightly, making me squeak, before the pressure of his hand disappeared from my hip and reached for the bundle of nerves in my middle.
Within seconds, I came apart with muffled moans and screams, calling his name.
I was faintly aware of Dex’s cum trailing down my thigh as he pulled out and came all over both of us.
“Shit, we forgot about the condom,” I muttered, dropping the t-shirt from my mouth almost straight into his cum.
Derek chuckled. “Yeah, think we have enough problems for now. Let’s not play Russian roulette.”
“I’m actually on birth control,” I admitted with a shy grin.
“That would have been very useful information fifteen minutes ago,” Derek laughed. “I would have loved to come inside you.”
“Next time,” I kissed him with a grin. “And hopefully in a more comfortable place.”
Derek nodded, his lips trailing kisses all over my face, before he reached my ear. “Next time.”
The next two days were a blur of tension and silence. Aaron continued to ice us out. The team was divided: some supported Derek, others sided with Aaron. Sebastian, surprisingly, kept his mouth shut, probably because Aaron had scared him into silence.
The night before the Westpoint game, I couldn't sleep. Again. I kept thinking about Derek facing the team that had injured him, about Aaron's continued anger, about everything that was falling apart.
Around midnight, my phone buzzed.
Derek
Can't sleep. You?
Me
No. Thinking about tomorrow.
Derek
Me too. Terrified.
You're going to be amazing. I know you are.
Derek
