Instead, they went to the wall where he fisted them and pressed hard, causing the muscles in his chest to ripple.
The move also pushed him farther away from me, causing his dick to be the only thing that was pressing against me now.
There was a dot of liquid that was pearling at the tip of his cock, and I couldn’t stop myself from swiping the liquid with my thumb.
“Taste it,” he growled.
I finally looked back up into his eyes to see that he was finally all the way on board.
There was no indecision at all in his eyes.
Only need and want.
I let go of his cock and brought my thumb up to my mouth, poking my tongue out to swipe at the digit.
All the while I kept my eyes on him.
“Fuck,” he growled. “What’s it taste like?”
“Salty,” I admitted. “But not really much of anything.”
It wasn’t enough.
I’d need more to give him a full rundown of what it tasted like.
I dropped my eyes back down to his cock, which once again had a pearl of liquid on the tip.
Catching it with my pointer finger this time, I did what he’d asked all over again, this time letting my finger rest on my tongue for a few seconds while I caught his eyes.
His eyes flared, and I practically saw the reins he had on his control snap.
He yanked me to him, causing my neck to wobble, and dropped his head so that his mouth could catch my nipple.
I gasped when he circled the tip with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on it.
Hard.
“Derek,” I gasped, allowing my head to rest against the wall at my back. “Please.”
I didn’t know what I needed, or what I was asking for, but Derek apparently did.
He moved until he could catch the hem of my gown and slowly started to lift the silky material up over my hips.
Loud, raucous laughter sounded somewhere close, and Derek froze.
“The door’s locked,” I said, remembering I’d flicked the lock as I’d entered.
He let my nipple go with a soft pop, then turned his eyes up to meet mine as he continued to bunch the material in his fist as he slid it farther and farther up the length of my legs.
My chest was heaving as he finally got to the end, his hand meeting my barely-there panties.
I’d bought them on a whim at the store last week, knowing that I would need something slinky and small if I was going to wear it underneath the dress and it not show.
I’d gotten them for a whopping six dollars and had put my bottle of iced coffee back just to get them.
Seeing Derek’s eyes as he took in my panties?
Totally worth every single penny.
“Jesus,” he said as he allowed his fingers to play along the material. “What is this? A scrap of material that they fashioned into underwear?”
I grinned.
That grin fell right off my face when he fisted the material with one hand and deftly ripped it straight off my body.
One swift yank and the material was gone, and my lower body was fully exposed.
The cool air hit the lips of my sex, letting me know instantly how wet I was.
It was practically leaking down my thighs I wanted him so badly.
Something in which he encountered himself when he wrapped his hand around my ass and allowed his fingers to sweep along the lips of my sex from behind.
He growled when he encountered my wetness, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and licking them clean.
Every single inch of my body was frozen solid as I watched him suck his fingers.
“Hop up onto the table,” he growled, stepping back.
He moved until I was free to do what he wanted me to do, then walked back toward the door to make sure it actually was locked.
It was.
And by the time he turned back around, I was on the table where they prepped food.
In fact, there was a box of cupcakes with silver snowflakes still sitting directly beside me.
When he turned, his cock bobbed, causing my breath to catch.
It looked angry.
His cock head was a muted purple, and there were veins sticking out all over his impressive length.
“Look at my face,” he ordered as he walked closer.
I couldn’t.
I literally couldn’t pull my gaze away.
“I can’t,” I breathed.
He walked up to me, his cock brushing against my bare inner thigh, and palmed my breast.
I watched as a drop of moisture from his cock smeared against the inside of my leg.
“Look at me,” he ordered again.
I practically peeled my eyes away from his cock and brought them up to meet his.
“Good girl,” he said, then held my eyes as he dropped his mouth to once again catch one of my nipples with his lips.
“What do you like?” he asked.
What did I like?