Riding the Surf Page 10
His hand felt the smooth material of her dress then moved up to her bare back. The skin was warm and soft. He touched her muscles gently, caressing them with a lover’s touch. When his fingers reached the back of her neck, he felt the strands of hair in his hands. He closed his eyes and wanted to kiss her but he held it back. They would never get to dinner if he did. He wasn’t sure what was stronger; his physical desire for her or his emotional desire. Both of them were powerful and unstoppable. He’d fucked a lot of hot chicks, but even then he hadn’t been as sexually awake as he was now. The feeling was different, indescribable. Knowing she was his made the emotions heightened.
Paola wrapped her arms around his waist then kissed him gently.
The touch made him take a deep breath, feeling the sudden sting. His lips were so hot they were cold. The touch of her soft lips made him grip her tighter, feeling the vulnerable part of him emerge. Every time he kissed her, he felt like he’d die from happiness.
He pulled away. “I made Italian, your favorite.”
“How’d you know that?”
Derek shrugged. “I pay attention.”
“I’m hungry.”
“Good. That way you’ll still eat if it’s horrible.”
“You underestimate your abilities.”
“We’ll see,” he said as he led her into his apartment.
“You live alone?” she asked.
“Yes, all alone.”
“Do you get lonely?”
“No, I like the silence. Do you live alone?”
She nodded.
“Do you get lonely?”
“Sometimes.”
“Well, you can come over whenever you want. I’ll keep you company.”
She looked at his living room, seeing the couch and the TV. “I like your place.”
“Thanks. I know it isn’t an image of Pottery Barn, but it’s my man cave.”
“And it’s a beautiful man cave,” she said with a smile. “You’ve probably had a lot of girls over here.” She didn’t look at him when she said that.
“Just my sister,” he said, hiding his offended emotions. “I moved in here a few months ago.”
“Oh.”
He pulled her to the table. “Take a seat.”
She sat down then pulled her hair from her shoulder.
Before he could stop himself, he leaned down and kissed the exposed skin gently, feeling his lips ignite once more.
She released a heavy breath as she felt him.
His tongue escaped his mouth slightly and licked her, tasting her. It was a mixture of salt, lotion, and her natural taste. Against his will, his lips moved to her neck and kissed her. When the erection formed in his pants, he pulled away, knowing he was losing all control. “Would you like some wine?”
“Uh-huh,” she said, her breaths heavy.
He poured the glasses then sat across from her. “I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“Don’t apologize. I liked it—really liked it.”
He felt his dick twitch at her words. Derek cleared his throat. “It’s cheese ravioli,” he said.
She scooped it onto her plate then grabbed a few pieces of bread. “I love carbs.”
He smiled. “I’ve never heard a girl say that.”
“Well, I do.”
“And you need them. Not having carbs is like trying to ride a tricycle with two wheels. It can’t be done. You can’t survive on just protein and good fats.”
“Someone knows their nutrition,” she said.
“I’m a science major, after all. I guess I learned something.”
She drank her wine while she stared at him. When she put it down, she focused her eyes on her plate. “Can I ask you something?”
“You can ask me anything, baby.”
“Why do you call me that?”
He held his fork steady. “It just came out. I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“You didn’t.”
“Then I’ll keep calling you that,” he said. “What do you want to know?”
“When was the last time you slept with someone?”
Derek averted his gaze and cut into a ravioli. “The night I cheated on Nancy.”
“So it’s been awhile?”
“Yeah,” he said. “I’m not going to sleep with anyone until I’m in a committed relationship. I used to sleep around a lot, but after what I did to Nancy, I realized I didn’t want that life anymore. I was hollow and empty. After seeing my friends with their significant others, it makes me envious. I want that with someone, that trust and love.”
She nodded then kept eating.
“Can I ask you the same question?”
Paola fidgeted with the fork for a moment before she spoke. “A few years ago.”
“Wow.”
She took a bite of her bread then returned it to the plate.
“And that was Vince?”
She nodded. “I haven’t been with anyone since.”
“Is he the only guy you’ve been with?”
“Yes.”
“So you were really in love with him?”
She stirred her wine in her glass. “I suppose.”
“Are you over him?” Derek prayed her answer was yes. It would break his heart if he had to compete with her high school sweetheart.
“He and I—we’re complicated. I thought he was the person I was going to marry, even when we were apart. As time went by and things became worse, my perception started to change. And when he wanted to be with someone else over me, in light of the pain I was feeling, it broke my heart in an irrevocable way. His mark on me is permanent.”
“You didn’t answer my question.”
“I’ll always feel something for him, Derek.”
He nodded. “You know he’s an asshole, right?”
“As are you. What’s the difference?”
“There’s a big difference,” he snapped. “I’ve treated you right from the beginning. I’ll never cheat on your or desert you. He fucked up and made the worst mistake of his life. I don’t need to screw it up to realize how amazing you are. Don’t compare me to him ever again.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
“Thank you. And you feel differently toward me than you do with him. Your emotions are much stronger. Don’t pretend they are insignificant.”
“I never have.”
Derek looked down and finished his plate. When he glanced at her every few seconds, he stared at her face, noticing the prominence of her cheekbones. Her complexion was perfect, like a porcelain doll. Her lips were red and soft. Derek wanted to kiss her more than anything, feel her lips against his. He looked down again and tried to ignore his urge.
When they were finished, Derek placed the dishes in the sink, deciding to wash them later.
“Would you like to watch a movie?” he asked.
“Sure.”
He moved to the couch and pulled her next to him. She crossed her legs then rested her hands on her lap.
“I really like it when you wear a dress,” he blurted.
“Thank you. They are comfortable.”
He placed his hand on her thigh, feeling her warm skin. When he felt his mind turned sinister, he grabbed her hand and pulled it to his thigh, avoiding the cause of his arousal. He grabbed the remote and turned on the television.
“Derek, I don’t want to watch TV.”
He swallowed the lump in his throat. “What do you want to do?”
She moved closer to him then straddled his hips, sitting on his lap. His erection formed in his pants and he couldn’t hide it from her. She would feel it and know what he was wanted, to feel the inside of her.
Paola dug her fingers into his hair then pressed her face close to his. “I’ve never been so attracted to someone.”
“Neither have I,” he whispered, staring at her lips.
Her dress moved up as she rubbed against him. She was surprising light for her muscle mass.
Derek placed his hands on her thighs and moved up a few
inches, his fingers almost touching her underwear. His dick twitched and he knew she felt it.
Paola pulled his face to hers and kissed him gently. Her lips didn’t move for a moment, just pressing against him. Derek took a deep breath when he felt her. Her breath filled his mouth, making him gasp involuntarily. His fingers dug into her thighs.
She kissed him, parting his lips with her tongue. It swirled around his mouth, gliding past his tongue. He rocked into her, rubbing his cock against her. Derek wanted her to know how big he was, how well he would please her when she was ready.
She moved her lips to his neck and kissed him. He leaned his head back, letting her slide her tongue over his skin. The trail of her lips made him breathe heavily, loving the touch of her wet mouth. She placed the kisses under his chin and against his ear. When the smacking noise was loud, it made his dick twitch again.
Her figures moved to the buttons of his collared shirt and undid each one slowly. He didn’t stop her because her touch felt too good. He was paralyzed be her, wanting to be dominated. Derek had the strong urge to grab her breasts and squeeze them. He loved to stare at them and fantasized about them often. When he saw them in her swimsuit, he knew they were big and round. He loved her tits.
When his shirt was open, she trailed kisses down his chest, sinking to her knees on the floor.
“Holy fucking shit,” he whispered.
She kissed his stomach while her face was near his crotch. Seeing her on her knees made the gentleman inside of him disappear. He was ready to make love to her, was ready the moment he saw her, but she was making it really difficult for him to be sensitive to her feelings. She released the beast inside him. Her tongue glided back up his chest and reached his neck.
Derek grabbed her ass then moved her to the couch, putting her on her back. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him to her. He kissed her from above, feeling her hands slide across his chest.
“I love your body,” she whispered.
“I want to cum every time I look at ours.”
She scratched her nails down his back then rocked into him gently, dry humping him. “Derek, I haven’t…gotten off in a long time.”
He stopped kissing her and stared at her. “You don’t masturbate?”
“No.”
“I got you, baby.” He kissed her again and felt his heart pound. There was something he really wanted to do to her. He’d been thinking about it for a while. His dirty mind had fantasized about kissing her and tasting her, smelling her.
His hand moved under dress then grabbed the soft fabric of the thong she wore. He pulled it off while she lifted her hips, removing it. Derek pulled up her dress, exposing her thighs and her lower stomach. He stopped and stared. His felt his cock become rock hard when he stared at her pussy. The lips were small and her clitoris was hidden underneath. He hated eating pussy, thought it was totally disgusting, but he really, really wanted to do it now.
First, he kissed her thighs, loving the feel of her muscle. He kissed each one, moving closer to the apex of her thighs. Her breathing increased the closer he moved. A small moan escaped her lips as he moved to her stomach, kissing her belly button ring. He was building her up as much as possible, wanting to give her the best orgasm she ever had in her life.
He placed his fingers against her entrance and felt the buildup of moisture. He wished he hadn’t done that because he became more aroused knowing how wet she was. He imagined putting his cock inside her and a moan escaped his lips when he imagined it.
Derek grabbed her legs and pushed them back, exposing her entire pussy to him. He pressed his mouth over her, kissing her gently.
“Oh my fucking god,” she said. “Yes.”
Now Derek knew she was pretty much celibate for years. That made him even hotter. He slipped his tongue inside her, tasting her. She was sweet and sticky. He kissed her and swirled his tongue around, exploring her. She gripped his hair while he devoured her, screaming most of the time. He moved his mouth to her clitoris and circled his tongue around the nub while inserting two fingers inside her. When she screamed again, Derek knew she loved it. He pulsed his fingers while he licked her clitoris, rubbing her hard.
“Oh my…” She arched her back, loving it.
Derek knew she was about to cum. Knowing she was so pleased, so high, made him feel his euphoria bubble to the surface. He pulled his fingers out then sealed his mouth over her pussy. He stuck his hands in his pants and jerked himself while he ate her out, pushing himself to the ledge.
“Yes…yes.”
Derek felt his dick twitch as he squirted everywhere, feeling his underwear fill with the sticky semen. He moaned while he licked her folds, coming at the same time.
She arched her back. “Oh…Derek. That was so good.” She bit her lip then gripped her hair, still convulsing. “That was…yeah.”
He pulled his mouth away then wiped his hand on his jeans. He felt uncomfortable in his soiled boxers but he ignored it. “I’m glad you liked it.”
“I’ve never cum like that.”
He was pleased with himself. He put his lips back to her pussy and kissed her gently.
She stared at him, her fingers moving into his hair. “You’re so hot, Derek. You can eat my pussy whenever you want.”
“I’ll remember that.” He moved back to her mouth then kissed her gently. “I really enjoyed that.”
“Not as much as I did,” she said breathlessly. “You could charge people if you wanted to.”
“And you could charge people to eat your pussy. We should cut each other a deal.” He rubbed his nose against hers. “I’ve never cum like that before. And I know why.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in love with you.”
She stilled at his words.
“I don’t expect you to say it back. But I want you to know that I do. Life is too short not to tell the woman you adore how you feel.”
She ran her hands up his chest and stared into his eyes.
Derek knew she felt the same, but she wasn’t ready to accept it. That was fine with him. He’d wait as long as she wanted to. He kissed her neck then pressed his body close to hers.
The sound of keys in the door made him stop. When he looked up, the door opened and Cheyenne came into the apartment.
“Wow, looks like I’m interrupting.”
Derek buttoned his shirt while Paola pulled her dress down, her cheeks reddening.
“I said you could use that key in emergencies,” he snapped. “Not just barge in whenever you fucking feel like it.”
“I thought you’d be surfing.”
“You could have called!”
“Oh well. My bad,” she said with a shrug.
“No, I don’t think so,” he said, standing up. “I’m on a date. Now get the fuck out.”
“Doesn’t look like a date,” she said with a smile.
“Get the fuck out!”
“What happened to not sleeping around?”
“I’m not,” he snapped. “I’m with my girlfriend.”
“You don’t have a girlfriend.”
“Just shut up and get out.” He grabbed her by the arm and dragged her to the door.
“Please don’t make me go,” she begged. “Ryder and I got into a fight and I don’t want to be alone right now.”
“I told you to break up with him! I’m not letting you date that trash!”
Her eyes watered. “Derek, please.”
“No, I’m on a date with Paola. Your love life is not my problem. I told you to dump him. I’m not going to comfort you while you’re miserable. You know exactly what to do to make your life better.”
“Just let me—”
“GET OUT! I’m always taking care of you and I’m sick of it. I want to be alone with my date for the evening, not picking up your shit. And give me back my key.” He held out his hand.
A tear escaped her eye.
Paola grabbed his arm. “Derek, it’s fine. Let her stay.”
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�No,” he snapped. “I’m spending time with you right now.”
Paola pulled him aside then cupped his face. “Family comes first.”
“You are my family.”
Her eyes softened.
“I’m not letting her ruin our night. She keeps pulling the same shit over and over.”
“I want her to stay.”
He sighed. “I’m sorry about this. I had no idea she was going to barge in like that.”
“It’s fine,” she said calmly. She kissed his cheek. “Let her stay, please.”
He sighed when he looked at her, seeing the green eyes he adored so much. Then he turned to Cheyenne. “I’m only letting you stick around because of Paola. Now go in the other room and stay there.”
She walked into the spare bedroom then shut the door.
Paola looked at him. “She needs her brother right now, not an empty room.”
“She pulls this shit all the time. I’m not going to baby her 24/7.”
“Derek, it’s okay.”
“I don’t want to lose you.”
“How could you lose me? You’re close with your family. I’m okay with that.”
“I’ll get her key so she won’t do this anymore.”
“You could just talk to her and outline the rules.”
“You think I didn’t do that already? That stupid brat doesn’t care.”
Paola grabbed his face and kissed him, silencing him immediately. The anger disappeared in an instant, leaving his body. “I’m going to make her a plate and take it into the room. Let’s talk to her. She’s obviously upset.”
He sighed. “I’m really lucky that you’re so awesome.”
“My brother and I used to be close. I miss him.”
He nodded. “Well, I doubt he was nearly as annoying as Cheyenne.”
“No, but I was. He’s always been there for me, no matter what.”
“Fine,” he said with a sigh.
Paola grabbed the food and went into the room with Derek.
“Are you hungry?” Paola asked as she put the plate on the nightstand.
Cheyenne wiped her tears away quickly. “You cooked?”
“Your brother did.”
“What? He doesn’t know how.”