She moved her way slowly up his legs, and Derrick bit down on his lip, every muscle in his body aching with the need to simply pick her up, slam her against the wall and drive his way inside her.
Then she grabbed his cock.
“Jacey,” he protested.
“What?” she said with fake innocence. “I’m just washing you, like you did me.”
Cheeky little brat, when he got out of here he was going to… well, he was going to take her hard and fast, then soft and slow, then hopefully hard and fast again. She knew she was torturing him and she was loving every second if the smile on her face was any indication.
After she’d lathered up his cock, she rinsed it off, taking care to get rid of every last soap sud.
“Right, get your ass up here,” he said, reaching down for her.
“Oh no, I don’t think so,” she murmured. Grasping the base of his cock, she took the head into her mouth, sucking him in.
Dear Lord. Derrick leaned back against the shower, his legs suddenly weak, knowing he’d lost this battle.
If she was his sub, he’d spank her ass bright red for this bit of disobedience.
But she’s not my sub.
Could she be? He wondered how she’d take being placed over his knee. Well, he supposed there was one way to find out.
Later. Much later.
All thoughts swept from his mind as she lapped at the head of his dick, digging her little tongue into the slit. His balls tightened, a fiery need building, mounting as she sucked his shaft into the silken sheath of her mouth.
Derrick resisted the urge to wrap his hands in her hair and take control. Instead he closed his eyes and tried desperately to find some of the control he prided himself on.
“Hell’s bells,” he muttered as she pumped the base of his cock with her hand in time with the sucking of her mouth. “I’m going to come, beautiful. If you want to pull back, do it now.”
Jacey tightened her hold, upping her speed and Derrick let himself loose. He came in her mouth in large spurts, his whole body shaking as he lost himself to the pleasure of her touch.
Jacey let Derrick finish rinsing them both off before he turned off the shower and drew her out. He brushed away her hands as she tried to take the towel from him.
“Let me,” he said gruffly, drying her thoroughly but with a gentleness that surprised her.
He wrapped a fresh towel around her then quickly dried himself off. Jacey couldn’t help but stare at his luscious body. Incredibly, her pussy throbbed incessantly, wanting more.
Derrick took her hand, leading her into the bedroom, but instead of taking her straight to the bed, he steered her over to the sofa. Switching on the gas fireplace, he sat on the sofa then drew her down against him.
“How are you feeling, beautiful?”
“Umm, I’m okay.” She wasn’t quite expecting a heart to heart. She’d figured he would take her straight to bed.
Derrick chuckled and lifted her onto his lap to face him. He undid the towel, baring her to his gaze.
“Let’s try this again, shall we?” he murmured, flicking his finger over her nipple until it was taut and aching. “Tell me what you’re feeling right now.”
“Do we have to talk? Can’t we just…you know?”
“Can’t we just what?” he asked, the lines around his eyes crinkling. Bastard. He knew what she meant. “Can’t we just get a midnight snack? Watch some TV? Snuggle in front of the fire?”
“Snuggle?” She bit her lip to stop herself from laughing. Derrick certainly didn’t look like the type of man who would snuggle. He winked at her.
“You know what I meant,” she said. “Can’t we just go to bed?”
“You’re tired?” He slipped his hand down her stomach to her pussy. She widened her legs without a thought and he slid his fingers through her slick folds. “Do you want to go to sleep?”