Page 88 of Not Catching Love

Then Derek does something I’m completely unprepared for. He leans forward, and my cock sinks into his mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” I cry, fisting the sheets. I refuse to come before he’s inside me, but this is making it really goddamn hard. I’ve never had a mouth on my cock before, but I refuse to believethat anyone has ever given a blowjob like this. He licks his way down my shaft before pulling torturously off again.

My balls are already tight.

“If you do that again, you’re going to be drinking my cum.”

Derek chuckles. “That sounds delicious.”

“I really need you to fuck me though. Whether I come or not, I need you inside me.”

He presses a kiss to my balls, then just behind them.

“W-what are you doing?”

Derek’s eyes darken. “I’m hungry.” Then he ducks his head and buries his face in my ass.

Derek’s tongue flicks over my opening as he sucks my sensitive skin. It’s sensory overload. His stubble scraping against me, his tongue making my nerves buzz, the scent of him in his sheets, the way he moans as he works me over, and then, looking down. Seeing his head between my legs.

He presses against the backs of my thighs, bending my knees right back against the bed. He licks me one last time before pulling back, watching me as he rubs my hole. He’s panting slightly.

“You ready for a finger?”

“Yes.” I’ve done it before on myself, but there’s no denying Derek’s fingers are much wider than mine, and his cock … that’s going to be a tight fit.

I’m leaking onto my stomach as he picks up the lube.

“Why don’t you get naked too?” I ask.

Derek shakes his head. “Can’t. If my dick’s out, I won’t be able to stop from touching it. And it doesn’t get relief until it’s inside you.”

My thighs twitch, and he grins up at me as he clicks open the lube.

It’s cold as it hits my skin, but Derek’s warm fingers followit, and when I’m ready, he presses one inside. A long, smooth breach that I can’t believe is happening.

“You took that so well,” he says.

“I need more.”

“I know. Just let me handle it.”

I groan as his rough voice goes right to my balls. “We’re back on the no-talking rule.”

Derek laughs, and for a second, that sweet, happy man flickers behind how turned on he is. “Is it turning you on when I talk to you?”

“Too much.”

“What about it is working you up? My voice? Me telling you that you’ve got the prettiest hole I’ve ever seen? Or …” He presses a second finger inside. “How greedy your body is for me? How ready you are to be fucked by me?”

I’m ready to sob. “All of it.”

The bastard fucking smirks. “Good to know.”

He uses one hand to loosely stroke my dick as he stretches me open. It’s taking all my willpower to hold off, but fuck me. I’ve had his hands on me one whole other time, and Derek didn’t touch me like this back then. That was sex to get off. This is sex to drive me out of my fucking mind.

“I’m ready,” I beg. “I’m ready for more.”

He’s taking sick pleasure in stroking his fingers slowly in and out. I can feel every movement. I’m so acutely turned on to every single thing he’s doing that I forget to worry about literally anything, and when Derek stuffs a third finger inside me, it’s heaven.

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