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“Ooh,” I moan as he rocks into me.
“Fuck, princess. You keep making sounds like that, I’m not going to last another minute.”
“Mmmm.” I can’t help smiling up at him as he carries a heavy, intense look.
“You trying to make this harder?”
“Not sure you could get any harder, but I’m willing to play,” I say with a flirty smile as he crushes his mouth to mine.
His thrusts become harder, deeper, and the words he whispers into my ear become dirtier and dirtier.
“Your cunt is so tight, so wet, like it was made for me.”
“Yes,” I moan in his ear, wanting more of what he’s giving me.
“You’re going to come for me, Megan, and this time you’re going to say my name.”
“Yes, Derek.”
He lifts my hips, pushing my one leg higher up his chest, deepening the angle.
“Fuuuuuck,” I moan as my clit rubs against his abs, harder and harder.
He pumps into me with the speed and strength of an athlete, bringing me quickly to the edge. He pinches my nipple at the same time he presses the heel of his hand against my clit, and I start to unravel.
“Take it, baby. Take it and tell me who’s giving it to you.”
“You are… you, Derek,” I scream as a surge of sensation rocks my entire body.
“Again,” he growls.
“Derek… oh my god…”
Derek picks up his pace, rocking through my clenching pussy, his eyes transfixed on mine. He comes on a roar, rutting into me, whispering my name over and over again until he drops my leg and collapses on top of me. His body is a warm weight I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of.
I stroke my fingertips up and down his spine as I play with the soft hair at the nape of his neck with my other hand, reveling in how it feels to care for this beast of a man after I’ve made him fall apart.
“Not casual,” he says, moving his face over my breast until he plants a kiss to my breastbone.
I hold him there, against my heart for a long moment, not wanting him to see what his words have done to me. The way they’ve made my eyes tear up, or my lip tremble. Not wanting to explain that it’s not out of joy or sadness, but that it’s fear. Because I’ve never been more afraid of anything than hope.
CHAPTER11
MEGAN
JUNE
I splashwater on my face and then stay where I am, letting the cool water drip off my cheeks into the sink. My back aches from the spasms in my stomach, forcing up whatever little is actually left in my stomach. Honestly, I don’t know how much more I can do this.
I’ve spent most of the past three days shuffling between my bedroom and the bathroom. This morning, Molly called and told me not to bother coming in anymore. And just like that, I’m jobless, broke, and can’t keep down water. I push myself up off the sink, but a wave of dizziness hits and I lose my balance. I catch myself on the corner of the countertop, but the motion sends another wave of nausea, and I dive for the toilet, barely making it in time.
It’s been weeks since Tansy was sick, and yet I can’t seem to kick it. There are times it’s felt better, like over the weekend at the party. I sure felt well enough to let Derek make me come three separate times. In the morning, I could hardly move, and he was gone. Though he’d left me a cute note that had said he tried to wake me but I threatened his manhood, so he left his number and asked me to call.
Of course, that had been just as the current wave of sick hit again like a sandstorm. I had thought about texting him, but every time I reached for my phone, it felt like too much energy and I left it. Maybe it’s pride, but I don’t want someone like him to see someone like me… like this.
I spit the last of the bile from my mouth into the toilet and flush again. Tansy had checked in on me this morning before she left for her next road trip and urged me to go to urgent care to make sure it’s not something like E. coli from the potato salad at the party. But I didn’t eat anything at the party. Also, I can’t afford it. And now I don’t have a job.
I rinse out my mouth again and try to sip a little bit of water, applying lip balm to my dry, flaky lips. An ice pack sounds good. Of course, we don’t actually have an ice pack. So I break some partially evaporated ice cubes from the mold into a paper towel and then press it against the back of my neck and close my eyes. It’s soothing.
