AllFreeNovel
Share Us
He kisses me over and over before moving his mouth to my neck, and then he pushes me against the wall of the pool, pressing his hardness against my core.
I moan, tilting my head back to give him more access, and he latches onto the base of my throat, making a mark there.
“There’s never been anyone else, Derek,” I gasp out.
Derek pulls away, looking at me. “What do you mean?”
I’m blushing fiercely but I figure this is the time to tell him. There will never be a better time. “You were my first,” I say, and it has the opposite effect of what I think.
Derek pulls away from me, swimming toward the steps and getting out of the pool.
I pout, pressing my back against the pool wall.
“Derek, can’t we just pretend?” I call, unable to help myself. It’s desperate and stupid, but I can’t stop the words coming out of my mouth. “Just for tonight?”
“Pretend what?” he asks, toweling off his hair and sitting down again on the lawn chair. I climb out of the pool, dripping water and walking over to him. He looks up at me, his head cocked, but he doesn’t get up and walk away.
“Pretend that you want me,” I say in a shaking voice, straddling his lap. He sits back automatically, his brows furrowed.
“You think that I don’t want you?” he breathes.
I tremble as he puts his arms around me, his palms spreading across my bare back. “I don’t know what to think.”
Derek takes my hand, putting it on the erection that’s obvious through his wet boxer-briefs, which cling to him like a second skin.
He groans and rocks his hips up, thrusting into my hand.
“I want you all the time, Kenna,” he growls. “I want you so bad it hurts.”
“Then why don’t you take me?” I ask, my head spinning not from the alcohol but from his nearness, how he smells like sandalwood and chlorine. “I’ve just been waiting for you to take me.”
“Fuck,” Derek curses, his green eyes half lidded with lust.
“I want you to. So badly.”
I kiss him again, and this time he doesn’t pull away.
19
DEREK
Kenna Lodge is driving me fucking crazy. She’s rocking her hips against me, kissing along my neck, making these little breathy moans, and I’m harder than diamond beneath her, my hands roving all over her body.
Maybe it’s the two whiskeys I had at dinner with my mother. Maybe it’s the cocktail that Kenna made. Maybe it’s just that I’m drunk on the way she feels and smells and tastes. But I can’t do this. I can’t give in.
Can I?
She asked me to take her, and it’s all I can do not to rip her little bikini off, slide up into her.
“Derek,” Kenna whines, her blue eyes glassy with lust. “I want you so badly.”
“You’re so young,” I groan. “You were really a virgin?”
She pouts, sitting up straighter and I grit my teeth as her hot core presses up against the thin layer of fabric between our genitals.
“Does it matter?”
“Of course it fuckingmatters, Kenna. I took something from you. I’m a dirty old man.”
