Page 10 of Hidden By His Side

She’d already told Derek she didn’t like to be called ‘baby.’ Her reaction to hearing the word was nothing like how she felt when Ramiro called her his ‘baby girl.’ She wasn’t sure why it was different; it just was.

He’d called her ‘baby girl’ again today, the first time he’d said it in years. The reminder eased the tension in her head.

It came rushing back when Derek’s penis poked her in the face. He hadn’t undressed but had pulled it out from his unzipped pants.

“I’ve been dreaming about that mouth of yours,” Derek said. “I’m so glad you said yes.”

He’d asked for oral back in the car. She really should have paid better attention.

Nausea returned to her stomach as the musk of him hit her nostrils. He tapped his penis against her lips. A smear of moisture caused anxiety to twist into a knot, mixing with the nausea.

She’d never given a man oral.

Derek was panting for breath. “My cock is going to explode so quickly for you, baby. One pump into your sweet mouth, and you’ll send me over the edge.”

If he was so close to coming, she could just open her mouth, and it’d be over. That would be easiest. Arguing about it would take longer and make everything worse, especially when he realized she hadn’t been listening to him before.

Was it really so bad to take theeasy path?

Only do what you want to do.

Ramiro’s voice in her head drowned out her own thoughts.

“I can’t,” she mumbled, trying her best not to move her lips so Derek didn’t take them parting as an invitation.

Derek stroked himself, his brows drawing together. “You don’t want my cock, baby?”

Her hands folded around her stomach. “Don’t call me that.”

“Oh, right. Sorry, Summer.” He crouched down, peering into her face. His frown faded as his eyes widened. “Wait. Have you never given head before?”

Her shoulders tensed, and she couldn’t meet his eyes.

He was back to panting, his hand gripping his penis. “There’s no reason to be nervous. I’ll like it no matter what you do. Do you want me to talk you through it?”

Ramiro had talked her through every step of sex when they’d done it. His voice had done things to her. None of her other boyfriends had talked much during sex, nothing more than groaned yeses or calling for God.

Derek’s hand cupped her face, his thumb stroking over her bottom lip. It was the same hand that had been stroking his penis, and she almost gagged.

“Try it? For me?” he asked.

He’d only be pleased with her if she tried. The “no” she wanted to say stayed locked in her throat. She nodded instead, since her mouth wouldn’t open.

“You’re so good to me, Summer.” He leaned forward, kissing her briefly. Then his penis was in her face again.

All the penises she’d seen since Ramiro’s hadn’t looked the same. They were ruddy with color, looking almost like angry mushrooms. Ramiro’s had more peeked out, as if careful not to scare her. Of course, she’d only gotten a glimpse before he’d distracted her too much to look.

“Open your mouth. I’ll set it on your tongue at first, baby.”

Derek was using that term again. She opened her mouth to remind him to stop saying it, but his penis slid inside, stopping her words.

She didn’t like the taste. It was salty, mixed with that same musky scent, and it wasn’t just resting on her tongue like he said. A whimper slipped out of her, resonating in her ears and her mind.

She’d made that sound before. The memory was cracked and shadowed. Her vision dimmed.

Hands slid into her hair, and Derek pushed his penis in a little deeper, gagging her.

“Oh, fuck, you feel so good, baby. You don’t have to do anything. Stay still and let me fuck this beautiful face of yours.”

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