“Derrick, I need to say something.”
He steps closer, my senses going on high alert. “Don’t.” He commands, just before he grabs my neck and crashes our lips together. I fight. I push, but he continues. He sneaks his tongue into my unwilling mouth, and I can taste the bourbon he had been drinking all night. I make one more attempt to push him off. This time he gets the point.
His chest heaves up and down as if he’s run a marathon and my foot is itching to kick him straight in his balls. I wipe my mouth. “What the fuck, Derrick?”
His eyes widen. I’ve never uttered a curse word in his presence but he fucking deserves it. His head shakes side to side as though he can’t believe he just did that. “I’m so sorry.” He apologizes, pulling his card out and disappearing into his room.
Slowly, I enter mine and rid myself of my dress, putting on a tank top and shorts. I think about what just happened as I wash my face and brush my teeth. I would understand him maybe getting the wrong idea but I clearly was pushing him away. Now I have to spend the next forty-eight hours with him.
I crawl into bed at ten thirty, my phone lighting up with a message from Casen asking if I’m back at the room yet. Instead of responding, I hit the call button.
“Hey,” he answers seductively and I start to tingle.
“Hi.”
“Are you back?”
I scoot lower into my bed, torn at how I’m supposed to tell him what happened tonight. This isn’t something I can keep to myself until Monday. “I am. Listen, Casen…”
He interrupts. “Are you naked?” His voice is lower, intimidating.
My nipples harden and my hands come up to brush over them. “I’m not but I can be.”
“Take off whatever you have on, Embyr, and get on top of the covers. I want to imagine you completely bare.”
I comply, sliding out of the bed and out of my clothes. There is a chill in the room but I do as he asks and lie on top of the comforter. It’s dark and the windows are closed, so no one will see, but I know I’ll have to be quiet, Derrick is in the other room.
“Okay,” I tell him. “I’m ready.”
“Are you wet?” he asks. “Reach down and tell me.”
My fingers snake down my body, dipping into my pussy. It’s slick. “Yes.” I breathe out a moan.
“I’m fucking rock hard, Em. I want to bury my cock so fucking deep inside you. I can’t stand it. Stick two fingers inside yourself.”
I don’t verbally respond but add my middle finger to my pointer, making sure my thumb grazes my clit. His voice, the cold – it ignites me. I moan louder.
“Work it in, baby. Fast. I want to hear you come on your fingers. Talk to me. Tell me what you’re doing.”
“Oh God,” I whisper. “I’m finger fucking myself, Casen. I’m so damn wet just from your voice. Are you jerking yourself off?”
“No. Not yet. I want to hear you come first.” His breathing is heavy and quiet. “Finger fuck your pussy faster, Embyr.”
I do, feeling my slickness coat each digit thoroughly. “I’m going to come.” I feel a tingling start in my toes. They curl, and it radiates up into my spine.
“Circle your clit, baby. Think about riding my face.”
I do, and the vision shoots me over the edge. I don’t give a shit who is next door. I cry out, my knees falling to the side as I ride out the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“That’s my girl.” He purrs. “So fucking loud.”
I can feel my face burn with embarrassment. I can only imagine how much of that Derrick heard and my heart jumps as someone knocks on the door.
“Shit!” I whisper harshly. “Someone’s at the door.”
“Open it.”
“No! I’m naked, Casen, and embarrassed.” I groan.
