Page 37 of The Triplets and the Blonde

“Wha...huh...I,” he mumbled as he stirred awake.

“It’s just me. Do you have any clothes for me?” I batted my eyes at him.

He pulled his white tank top off and tossed it at me. “Not that I want to clothe you, but your wish is my command.”

I wanted to lick every inch of his perfect body. He looked like a god from the books I used to read, or a fallen angel. Yea, a fallen angel was a better description. I grabbed the tank top and put it on, fully aware he was watching me.

“So, you like your new digs?” He sat up in his chair.

“Yea, it’s better than being locked up in a damn cell.” I dropped the towel and sat on the bed.

“How about the fact that there are no bars between us?” He winked at me.

Was he taunting me? Did he know how badly I wanted him? Did he know I dreamed of him? Well, him and his brothers.

“What does that mean?” I bit my lip.

“Oh Babe, you know exactly what I mean.” He got up and approached me.

He put his hands on either side of me on the bed. His body was so close to mine. I could reach out and lick him. Instead I leaned back. My back hit the soft bed. Great, I was laying down and he was hovering over me.

“See, nothing between us now,” he purred. “All you have to do is reach out and touch me.”

“An...And...um...why would I do that?” I scooted back.

This is what I wanted. I knew that. I had dreamt of his hands on mine. I imagined what it would be like to be with him. To feel his skin against mine. Now that he was so close I was scared. I had fooled around with a few guys, but that was it.

“I see how you look at me. Shit, you look at all of us like you can’t wait to strip us down. You wanna fuck me, I can tell.” Derek grinned.

My hand made contact with his face before I realized what I had done. I slapped him. Shit. On impulse I pulled him into me and squeezed.

“I’m so sorry.” I stroked his hair.

“It’s all good. You hit like a girl.” He rubbed his face into my neck.

I pushed him away. “Very funny.”

“So are you gonna admit it?” He licked his lips inches from my face.

He was right. I wanted him. I wanted him to take me right there. All I had to do was say the words. He was so close and ready. All that separated his dick from my pussy was a pair of gray sweatpants. My hips flexed forward. I rubbed against him.

“Good enough for me.” He pushed his hard cock against me.

I tried to open my mouth to speak. His lips were on mine before I could open them. LIke Jason his kiss consumed me. Unlike him, his was playful. He bit my lip and deepened the kiss.

As our tongues collided he grinded against me. I wrapped my legs around him forcing him to be as close to me without entering me. Rolling my hips I directed my pussy right against his cock. He was so ready and so damn big. Had he not had on his pants he would have been inside me.

His hand moved up my shirt to my chest. His thumb grazed my nipple, sending a chill through my body. I moaned, trying to beg for him. I couldn’t speak with his frantic kissing. His other hand grabbed my ass, squeezing it.

Aside from the white tank top I was naked. It still felt like I was wearing too many clothes. I wanted my skin against his. I needed to feel all of him.

A tingle started in my pussy. Small at first, barely noticeable. As he continued to grind against me the tingle expanded. My pussy throbbed for him.

Too soon. I was already about to explode. I didn’t want to cum before he was inside me. A simple rub wasn’t enough for me. I needed all of him.

Pulling my lips from his I panted, “Wait, I’m so close. I want you inside me.”

“Oh Baby, you think I’m stopping with one orgasm?” He grinded into me harder with more intensity. He lifted his head back and laughed. The same laugh he had when that woman was blowing him, but this time there was an intensity in his eyes. A desire that wasn’t there with her.

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