Page 30 of Cuffed to my Roomies
“Go,” she said, shooing me away.
“Where’s Brett?” I asked Derek when I rounded the bar to join him.
“He’s out on a call. He’s covering for one of the other guys this week.”
“Saving kittens from trees?”
“Something like that,” Derek said, finishing his beer, “He’ll be in soon.”
“Ok. Good. I want to talk to both of you. I have happy news.”
“You look like the fourth of July out there. You’re lit up.”
“Thanks,” I said, “Everybody keeps telling me that. Do I usually look super depressed or something?”
“No, you’re just even more beautiful when you’re happy. I like to think I have a little something to do with that,” Derek said, touching my face in a way that made me feel bashful and excited all at once.
“I wouldn’t describe anything about you as little,” I said, smoothing his shirt just for an excuse to touch him.
Derek had changed from his uniform into jeans and a t-shirt, but it wasn’t one of those goofy pun t-shirts that guys wore. It was a shirt with the logo for his union on it and a police insignia. It was somehow just as hot as seeing him in uniform, but even better because of the way the gray knit fabric clung at his shoulders and showed the contour of hard muscle in his sculpted chest. I liked touching him. Liked the breathless flutter of my pulse in my throat when he came near me, liked the chills that rose on my flesh when his hand came up and brushed against the back of my arm just below my shirt sleeve. Heat pooled in my abdomen, in my black panties. To tell the truth, God, I wanted him right then. Wanted all of him, and also wanted in some way to reassure myself that a one on one pairing was all I needed. That I wasn’t the kind of girl who did three-ways. I wanted Derek because he was hot and a great lover, but also to prove something to myself. I bit my lip and he groaned softly.
“God, don’t do that or I’ll try to get you to sneak off to that staff bathroom.”
“You heard that?” I said.
“Your friend whispers really loud,” he grinned, “But not quite as loud as you when you’re about to come.” His mouth brushed my ear and I was so turned on I grabbed a fistful of his shirt.
“Stop it,” I said through gritted teeth, “Or come to the back room with me. I’m so keyed up anyway, and then you talk to me like that I’m going to lose my mind.”
I led him to the back room, a small staff lounge with an old leather couch, a TV and some cases of beer stacked in one corner. As soon as he saw the bathroom door, he pulled me in there. He shut the door and locked it, pulled me to him by my waist and kissed me.
“Shh,” he said, as I was about to protest, “we won’t go all the way. I know you need some relief. And I’ll let Brett have you first later so it’s fair,” he said.
I would have agreed to anything just to get his hands or mouth on me. I nodded.
My chest rose and fell heavily, like I’d been running, as Derek raised my shirt. His fingertips skimmed my belly and I felt a hard clench of my inner muscles, a flutter of desire so strong I nearly collapsed against him. He pushed my shirt up and grinned.
“No bra. God, I’m crazy about you,” he said, looking like a man about to feast on something delectable.
He lowered his head, capturing one pink nipple in his mouth.
“Ah!” I said, a high-pitched keen on the exhale of my ragged breath as he pulled hard on my nipple, his velvet tongue soothing it before he drew on it again. Everything in my being concentrated at that one spot where he was creating a deep, steady pull like gravity on my sensitive flesh. The scrape of his teeth, the stroke of his fingers on my other nipple as he sucked drove me wild. I raked my fingers through his thick hair. He pushed his knee between my thighs and I started riding it greedily. Derek sent a spike of almost painful pleasure down my body when he pinched my nipple between his thumb and finger and tugged at it. I rubbed against him, humping his jeans-clad, rock hard thigh.
“More, more,” I whimpered. Answering my edgy plea, Derek put his mouth on mine, rubbing both nipples while his tongue drove in my mouth. I started to feel the sweet rush of a climax build, when a sharp knock came at the door.
“Open up,” barked Brett.
Derek and I broke apart. I pulled down my shirt, shaky. “I-I’ll be out in a minute,” I stammered, feeling caught out.
