Getting my fingers good and wet, I run them along my slit and settle them on my clit, rubbing slow, light circles around the swollen bud. Bright light flashes behind my eyes as a shock of pleasure jolts my body.
“More … yes … Derek,” I cry, letting myself believe it’s him working his magic on my body.
A fire lights up inside me, my nerves sparking like an electric current.
Yes. It feels so, so good.
I’m so fucking wet. Drenched from the thought of him and what he did to me last night combining with the sensations rocketing through my body by my own touch. Juices flow freely, coating my hands, soaking the sheets beneath me, and I keep going, keep flicking my clit as I rise higher and higher, on the brink of pure bliss.
But I need more. My pussy clenches and convulses around emptiness, begging to be filled.
I slide two fingers deep inside my cunt, stroking my walls that are quaking and throbbing, squeezing and gripping my fingers.
Desperate moans fall from my lips, incoherent words as my head thrashes back and forth on the bed, my hips bucking as I finger-fuck myself.
Faster and harder, I push my fingers deeper and deeper into my pussy, adding a third when my body begs for more. Begs for Derek and his perfect cock.
I use my free hand to push a tit back up to my mouth, clamping my teeth around my nipple while my thumb furiously flicks my clit, my fingers still driving deep inside me.
I picture Derek, imagine him over me, commanding my body, claiming it as his own.
Out of my mind, I remember how it felt when his cock swelled up inside me, shooting hot jets of cum in a way that I will never ever fucking forget. And I lose control. I scream. I thrash. I buck. I cum and I cum and I cum, crying out his name over and over as pure euphoria overtakes me.
So fucking good. I relax into my bed, my body limp and sated.
Fuck, I’ve never made myself cum like that. It’s still nothing compared to how Derek made me feel last night, but just imaging him is apparently all it takes to drive me wild.
I sigh, settling deeper into the bed as I pull my fingers from my pussy, smiling again as I remember him talking about how good I smelled.
I don’t know how, but there’s no doubt in my head now. My mind and body both demand it; I’m going to find a way to see him again.
13
Derek
My smile gets wider and wider as my limo approaches the strip club. It’s early still, even though Ryder and I had a late lunch. I don’t know what time Sapphire starts work, but she has to get there before they open, right?
I bounce my leg, full of nervous energy, ready to just be there already. As soon as my driver pulls up in front of the club, I jump from the limo and rush to the front doors. They pull open easily, so I figure they must be open.
Wrong.
About twenty pairs of eyes all turn toward me where I’m standing on the landing just inside the doors. All women. Correction. Not just women, all strippers.
Strippers who all have a greedy look in their eyes.
I know that look and I don’t fucking have time for it. I’m here for one woman, and one woman only.
They all seem to close in on me at once, looking terrifyingly like vultures in the black lace covering their bodies. Well, sort of covering. There’s a whole lot of bare skin in this place.
“Hello, gorgeous,” a busty blonde says, sidling up to me, closely followed by three more girls.
She fingers my collar. “We aren’t open yet, but I think I could make an exception for you.” She winks and gives me salacious grin.
Sapphire has truly gotten to me—she must be the one because I’m totally unaffected. Not just unaffected, but fucking annoyed.
Up until last night, this would be a fantasy come true. An entire club of strippers sitting around in their underwear, and I’m the only guy to be found? The old Derek would already have both his hands full of tits, mouth eating out one pussy, and dick buried balls deep in another.
I can totally take care of four women at once. Don’t ask how I know this. But it’s true.