Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) (18 page)

‘How?’ he questioned, stopping me outside his room.
His
room! Shit! We are about to enter his room and have sex. My fiery hole is about
to be extinguished.

‘Um ... because I wasn’t sure there was an “us”, so why
bother her with something that may not have been,’ I answered.
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He tilted my chin up and looked intently into my eyes.
‘There’s an “us”,’ he stated definitively.

The honesty that radiated from him as I stood there and
stared had me stunned into silence. Deep down, I knew there was an ‘us’,
whatever ‘us’ was. Maybe ‘us’ was the chemistry we created.
Doesn’t a
chemical reaction need its own chemical symbol? Yes, I think it does.
From
now on, ‘Dc’ will be the reactive substance that crackles in the air when Derek
(D) and Carly (c) lock eyes on one another.

‘Carly. Carly!’ Derek said, snapping me out of my impromptu
science lesson.

‘Yeah?’

‘Are you coming in, or are you going to stay out in the
passageway all night?’

Turning my head from side to side and taking in that, yes, I
was still standing outside his room and that he was standing in it, I quickly
stepped over the threshold of the door and closed it behind me.

I’d barely made it to the main area of the room before Derek
was stalking toward me. ‘You ready to feel me for days afterwards?’

Hell, yes! I want your hose. I want it to squirt me.

‘You could be setting yourself up for failure, you know,’ I
said quickly before his lips prevented any further words from escaping.

Derek grabbed my face and thrust his tongue into my mouth,
the abrupt and possessive action shocking me to the point of dropping my purse.
I ran my hands up his chest and rested them on his shoulders, which was when he
placed his hands on my arse and lifted me up. Instinctively, I wrapped my legs
around his waist and crisscrossed my ankles just above his arse.

I moaned with pleasure when he vigorously squeezed my
cheeks, forcing me to separate my mouth from his and drop my head back.
Instantly, his mouth claimed the exposed skin of my neck, kissing, sucking and
nipping.

‘You smell so fucking good,’ he murmured against me.

‘Daisy,’ I murmured back.

‘What’s Daisy?’ he asked as he continued to kiss, making his
journey down toward my cleavage.

‘It’s why I smell good,’ I gasped, sucking in air as he
dipped his tongue in between my breasts. ‘It’s my perfume.’

Derek hoisted me up so that my chest was at the same height
as his mouth, my pussy now pressed into his ribs. ‘Take it off,’ he growled,
nodding toward my top. ‘I’ve got you.’

I let go of his shoulders and pulled my top over my head.

‘And the bra,’ he instructed as he eyed my flesh with a
lust-filled expression.

Reaching behind me, I unclipped my black lace balconette bra
and pulled it off my shoulders. Before I had any time to adjust to the sudden
change of temperature, Derek’s lips were tugging on my perked nipple.

‘Oh god,’ I cried out as I clenched my fingers into his
shirt.

He hummed as he teased my sensitive peak, then let go and
dragged his tongue from just above my navel to in between my breasts in one
long delicious swipe. Eye-fucking me devilishly, he then circled each nipple
before sucking them back into his mouth.

Being licked in that fashion while taking in his amorous
stare just about sent my pussy into party mode. I swear she even blew on a
party-blower.
Is that possible? I wonder if my pussy can really blow on a
party-blower.

Derek’s pager sounded, bringing my attention back to the
moment. ‘Fuck!’ he shouted, and shot me an apology-ridden look. ‘I’m sorry. I
have to check it.’

I smoothed my hands down the sides of his face and smiled.
‘Don’t be. I should go freshen up anyway.’

Unwrapping my legs from around him, he helped me slide down
his torso, then pulled his pager from his pocket. ‘Shit! I gotta ring the
station,’ he bit out and started tapping on his phone.

‘I’ll be right back,’ I mouthed as I picked up my purse and
pointed toward the bathroom.

Derek winked and gave what could only be described as an
I-know-you-fucking-will look.

Smiling, but also completely wired over what we had just
been doing and what we would be doing next, I made my way into the bathroom.

Okay, okay, okay. I need to pee and then clean.
I
danced and jiggled with excitement at the thought of dousing my fiery hole with
Derek’s hose.
Derek’s hose. OMFG! I’m about to see Derek’s hose.

Pulling my pants down, I sat on the toilet and relieved
myself while salaciously contemplating the cock I was about to see, devour and
fuck deliriously. I reached for the toilet paper and looked down to wipe.

‘You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! You. Have. Got. To.
Be. Fucking. KIDDING ME!’ I yelled. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuck. Fuck a
duck. Fuck a truck. Fuck a duck on a truck. Fuck a fucking duck driving a
truck.’

‘Carly, you all right?’ Derek asked from his position on the
other side of the bathroom door, his voice full of concern.

‘Of course,’ I laughed sweetly while looking to the roof and
shaking my head in disagreement. ‘Never better.’

‘Okay, juuuust checking. Now hurry the fuck up and get that
pussy of yours out here. I’m hungry.’

I slumped forward and rested my head in my hands.
Fuck. I
hate periods ... period.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Why? Why me? Is it God’s plan to have my hole burning for
all eternity? Is my punishment for being a bad girl to have singed crispy
vagina bats nesting in my Carly-cave for as long as I shall live? And even
then, I will no doubt end up having singed crispy vagina ghost-bats in the
afterlife.

I let out a strangled cry and shook my head, which was still
held in the palms of my hands.

I know! Head job!
Springing my head back up, a
renewed sense of venture washed through me.
I will blow his fucking mind!
I will suck that hose of his until it squirts me in the eye. Okay, maybe not
in the eye, that shit stings, but I will suck the living fuck out of him.

Reaching into my purse, I pulled out my tampon and took care
of business while performing my pre-blow job exercises, stretching my mouth and
enunciating the alphabet.

‘Aay, Beee, Ceee, D ... d ... deee, eee —’

‘You coming out or what? My balls are about as blue as Papa
Smurf’s,’ Derek called from the next room.

I scrunched my face in disgust — a visual of Papa Smurf’s
nuggets now in my head — but focussed and continued with my exercises anyway.
‘Ffff, Geee ... Yeah, just a minute,’ I called back.

‘Aahch, I, Jay, K ... Kay, Ell, Em, En, Oooo ...’ I stopped
and held the O. It was, after all, the most important of pre-blow job exercise
letters. ‘Oooo ...’

Looking at myself in the mirror, I took note that I
resembled a fish, a cute little blowfish. I giggled at my own silliness and
touched up my lipstick — because we all know that red lips wrapped around a
cock is about as sexy as it gets. Okay, Carly, this is it. Go suck that sexy
motherfucker. Nodding to myself, I opened the door and stepped into the room
with cocksure confidence.

Derek was sitting on the edge of the bed, socks and shoes
removed. He seemed agitated, but over-keen at the same time. ‘Baby, I’m dying
here. What took you so long?’

I didn’t give him the courtesy of a reply, instead prowling
toward him with a promising yet passionate smile, only to stop when I reached
the spot in between his legs.

Reaching out, I placed my finger on his lips to shush him.
He went to speak but I shook my head slowly, eyeing him ferociously.

Kneeling down before him, I slowly began to unbutton his
jeans. ‘Stand up,’ I commanded, my voice not one to be argued with.

He licked his bottom lip and rose so that I could pull down
his jeans and underwear. As I slid them over the top of his cock, it sprang
free and nearly poked me in the eye.
Holy fucking shitballs! Talk about
Cockasaurus Rex!

I swallowed heavily, unable to get over just how
well-endowed he actually was. His hose was huge, deserving of its own postcode.
Shit!
I should’ve exercised for longer. That thing is gonna give me
facial cramps
.

I could honestly say that it was the prettiest cock I had
ever seen. And mark my words, cocks can be pretty. If they can be ugly, then
they can sure as hell be pretty as well.

‘You just gonna stare at it, baby?’ Derek asked, his voice
low and sexy as hell.

‘I could,’ I answered, choking on the imaginary cotton
lodged in my throat. ‘It’s pretty.’

He shook his head at me and pointed to his dick. ‘This ain’t
pretty. A man’s cock is never pretty.’

‘Yes, it is. It’s pretty fucking superb.’

A conceited smile spread across his gorgeous face as he
wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, palming his length slowly and
enticing me to do more than just stare. I wanted to do more.
Oh boy, did I
want to do more.
But watching him slowly glide his hand up and down his
incredible length was so erotic and just as rewarding.

I licked my lips, shuffled forward on my knees and placed my
hands on his bare firm arse, gripping it forcefully and pulling him toward me.
The taut hard muscle beneath my hand heightened the frenzied need within me.

Derek positioned the shiny head of his cock at the entrance
to my mouth, prompting me to open up and gently sweep my tongue over it,
teasing him as I delicately swirled.

He hissed and pushed his pelvis a little closer, wanting to
take control, but I was hell-bent on not conceding and dodged my head to the
side, flashing him a dominant and smug grin. I then licked from his crown all
the way down to his manscaped base, the salty taste of his skin a pleasure to
digest.

The fact he pruned and took care of his man-area did not
surprise me; he just seemed that type of guy. And anyway, you could always pick
a manscaper versus a pube-activist. And Derek was no pube-activist. Personally,
I appreciated good hygiene where the genital region was concerned. And I’m sure
I speak for most women when I say that none of us want a mouthful of short and
curlys.

Releasing my hands from his tense cheeks, I reached forward
and took hold of his cock while placing my other hand on his balls. Gently, I
caressed them with my fingertips, kneading the soft bumpy flesh. With my other
hand, I gripped his shaft tighter and proceeded to move his skin up and down
before leaning forward and engulfing him completely.

‘Fuck,’ Derek moaned and placed his hands on my head almost
instantly, flexing his fingers into my scalp.

My smile encircled his cock, as I glanced up to spy him
looking down at me, his heavy-lidded expression exciting, yet tormenting at the
same time. I wanted all of him, but knew that was not going to happen and
although I was thoroughly enjoying giving him head, the fact we could not have
sex afterward was pure torture.

I bobbed up and down a couple of times, relishing the warmth
and taste of his skin before releasing him from my mouth. ‘Take your shirt off.
I want to see that chest of yours,’ I demanded, before running my tongue back
over his crown to be rewarded with a bead of pre-come.

He reached behind his shoulders and grabbed the collar of
his t-shirt, pulling it over his head while gently bucking into my mouth.

I paused.
Oh. My. God!

The sight of his bare chest etched with black ink made my
jaw drop open with his cock teetering on my bottom lip. Derek’s pecs, shoulders
and abdomen were simply stunning ... and caramel; golden and oozing
deliciousness. The bumps, the grooves, the dips and ... the V! I closed my eyes
momentarily and had a silent Vgasm.
Oh, sweet Vgasm.

Giggling greedily, I opened my eyes and clamped back down on
his dick, all of a sudden wanting nothing more than to clamber on top of him
and touch every single part of his body. I wanted to run my hands up and down
his chest, his shoulders, his arms, his legs. EVERYWHERE! I was a voracious and
frenzied ball of hormones ready to explode.

‘Fuck, baby. Stop looking at me like that, or I’ll shoot my
load right now.’

I groaned at the sound of his desperation and took him in
deeper, his cock hitting the back of my throat. I prided myself on my oral
skills; I was a ‘head’ honcho.

‘That’s it,’ Derek said abruptly and went to withdraw from
my mouth.

I panicked and grabbed him, forcing him to stay.

‘Carly, let me go. I want to fuck you now!’

‘... ou an’t,’ I mumbled, pumping him vigorously with my
hand.

‘What do you mean I can’t? I fucking well can. Just watch
me,’ he retorted.

Releasing his cock from my mouth with a ‘pop’, I palmed it
slowly and gave him a sympathetic look. ‘I’m surfing the crimson wave.’

He gave me a dumbfounded look in return. ‘You’re what?’

‘You know ... code red, kitty has a nose bleed?’

‘What the fuck are you talking about?’

Rolling my eyes at him, I gripped his shaft in frustration,
my grip probably a little harder that what it should’ve been. ‘I have my
period, dummy.’

Realisation dawned on his now-distraught face. ‘You
serious?’

‘Yep,’ I nodded sadly, then with a devious smile continued,
‘so I suggest you place your hands back on my head and let me suck you dry.’

With a sexy smile, he lifted one shoulder and cocked his
head to the side. ‘Well, when you say it like that ...’

Dragging my tongue up his length, I happily sucked him back
into my mouth, taking him deep until he was coming against the back of my
throat with an animalistic growl that vibrated right through me.
Oh, sweet
fuck, this man is sexy
.

Derek reached down and placed a finger under my chin, directing
me to stand in front of him. I complied, which was when he seized my mouth and
wrapped one arm around my back and the other under my legs, lifting me into his
arms.