The Tenant (12 page)

“Seriously?”

She couldn’t make his face out clearly in the darkness, but she bet his blue eyes were narrowed in suspicion.

“Parts of our conversation are blurry in my head, but I remember your invitation,” she said. “If you meant it and can keep your mouth shut about it, I was thinking…”
You could fuck me senseless, because I’ll explode if I don’t come soon.

“Yes?” He drew the word out.

“What?”

“You were thinking?” Surprise, surprise, he was enjoying her discomfort.

“You’re going to make me say it?”

“You bet, Blondie. And be specific.”

She considered how much she wanted him to know. “Something happened last night. After you went to bed. Let’s just say Mason is no longer in the picture.”

“You told him about the kiss?” He sounded incredulous and a little bit happy, but Amanda didn’t care.

“Don’t want to talk about it, but no.” She’d opened enough to him the previous night. She wouldn’t let him see how vulnerable she felt. “Anyway, I was thinking it’s been a while for both of us, and maybe we could help each other out.”

Nothing from Derek.

“Derek?”

“Why?”

“Why…? Oh! Why
you
? Well, it’s convenient. I mean, we live under the same roof and all. And, you know, you said you find me attractive—unless that was in my dream. Hmmm… Anyway, it’s not like we’ll still be in each other’s lives in a month or so. Plus, we can barely stand one another, so there’s no fear of feelings developing.
And
we’ve already seen each other naked, so we’re practically halfway there.” The last wasn’t exactly her strongest argument, but it was true.

He was quiet, which made her jittery. “Will you say something?” she finally asked.

“So you want to have sex with me because I’m here, I find you attractive, and I won’t be a complication in the future? I see you have high standards.” He sounded amused, even though his words weren’t exactly kind.

“Okay, I find you attractive too.” She silently thanked the darkness for making it easier for her to be honest. “And you have a big penis.”

His laughter took her by surprise and made her wince. What had she been thinking, offering herself to him like that? Despite their talk last night, when he seemed human, the man despised her and would love to see her humiliated. Tears of fury stung her eyes, but she held them back. She hadn’t cried over Mason’s betrayal; she wouldn’t cry for
him
. If Derek didn’t stop laughing soon, she’d start laughing too and say she couldn’t believe he’d fallen for her act.

Then she’d go to her room, lock herself in, and try to figure out why men wouldn’t sleep with her these days. And maybe consume a tub of ice cream.

The mattress dipped on Derek’s side, and Amanda sucked in a breath of relief. She hadn’t made an ass of herself—yet. He’d come back to bed, so maybe he found it as good an idea as she did.

“Okay. But we do this my way,” he said.

Uh-oh
. “And what exactly is that?”

“If we do this today and we like it, we keep doing it whenever we both feel like it, until I move out.”

Amanda hesitated. A one-time thing, she could forgive herself for. She could even convince herself she’d still been tipsy and found Derek too tempting to resist. More than that, though? That would be an affair. She’d just broken her engagement off; she wasn’t ready to commit to anything. “Okay.” She could always say she’d changed her mind later. “That all?”

“One more thing. We don’t hold back—either of us. When we’re doing it, it’s complete honesty. You tell me your kinks; I tell you mine.”

“I don’t—”

“Think about it, Amanda. This is your chance to have anything you want sexually, without worrying what your partner will make of it. You can ask for anything you want.”

“So can you.”

“So can I, but you can say no, call me a perv, and not bat an eyelash over it. ’Course you’ll know I’ll be calling you a prude, but you won’t mind, because you don’t even like me.”

That was…that was too good to be true. “And it all stays between us?”

“I may not give a fuck about
your
reputation, but I respect Kenneth too much to be spreading rumors—true or not—about his daughter’s sexual prowess.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

She didn’t know why he sounded disbelieving; he’d been the one making up rules as if they’d already agreed on the whole thing. “Okay.”

“Well, in the interest of full disclosure, first thing you should know is I fuck hard and dirty after a drinking binge.”

Amanda had no time to react before Derek’s weight was on her, his cock hard against her stomach. Big hands closed around her wrists, but not hard enough to pin her down, should she want to escape. “Okay,” she said again, and he brought both her arms over her head.

“Tell me if you want me to stop.” He shifted his grip so he held both her wrists in one hand. Then he nudged her legs apart with one knee and shoved two fingers inside her pussy.

Amanda cried out at the intrusion.

“Too hard?” he whispered against her throat.

“No. Just been a while.”

He nodded and withdrew his hand. She heard the unmistakable sound of spitting before his fingers were on her again, rubbing against her clit. She was wet—had been wet for a while—but the casual way in which Derek was treating this turned her on even more. It came in complete contrast to Mason’s reverent handling of her. It was raw.

She needed raw.

This time when Derek pushed his fingers inside, she pushed back. And again. And again. And then she was riding his hand. His knuckles felt rough against her sensitive inner lips, but she didn’t mind. She welcomed the roughness. She wanted to feel like a woman, not a saint. Not a fool. Like flesh and blood. Like someone desired her and wanted to have her
now
.

Derek pulled away. She whimpered. He chuckled. It sounded bad and dirty and wrong. And she loved it. She expected him to add another finger, stretch her, but he was done with the foreplay. A ripping sound and then something fluttered to the mattress beside her. Now she wished there was light; she wanted to see him rolling the condom on. She craned her neck and squinted in the darkness but couldn’t even make his silhouette out.

She could feel him, though. Could feel the blunt head of his cock rub against her entrance. He didn’t wait for an invitation before he pushed in. She didn’t even think about complaining.

His cock felt huge. It stretched her just this side of pain. Amanda tried to shift to accommodate its girth, but Derek held her down with his free hand.

“I’ll stop if you can’t take it, but I know you can.”

She wasn’t sure about that. He was still pushing, still not fully inside her. He moved slowly but wouldn’t pause for her to adjust to his size.

“I know you can, Amanda. Because this is what you want.”

She opened her mouth to reply, and he plunged all the way in, making her gasp.

“You can simply tell me to stop, and I will.” He withdrew and pumped in full force again, making her hips fly off the bed. “Tell me to stop fucking you. Tell me I’m a jerk who shouldn’t be allowed near you. Tell me, Princess.”

She couldn’t tell him anything, because she had no breath. Each of his thrusts made her head lighter. She couldn’t take offense. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to make her come. Her lips were dry. She ran her tongue over them and croaked, “More.”

He dug the fingers of both hands into the flesh of her ass and lifted her to him. The change of angle sent him deeper inside her. She moaned, and it seemed to be all he needed to hear, because he began pistoning inside her so hard, she was sure her pelvis would be bruised in the morning.

She didn’t care.

She reached down the length of her body, pinched her clit between her two first fingers and began rubbing and twisting it furiously. This was what she needed. This was what she needed. This was—

“Fuck!” Derek’s hips drove forward once, twice, three times, and then he pulled out. Amanda heard a repeated squelching sound, and soon thick ropes of hot cum shot onto her breasts.

“Ah, come on!” That was so not fair! Was she cursed to never climax, or something? Also, yuck! She hadn’t told him he could come all over her!

“What?” Derek’s tone was deceptively light.

“You could have left the fucking condom on.”

“No holding back. I liked the idea of coming on your tits.”

She huffed. “Bet you also liked the idea of being the only one who came.”

“Did I say I’m done with you?”

“Oh, I think you’re done, all right.” Yeah, hitting him on his manly pride wasn’t the nicest thing ever, but she was too frustrated to hold back.

Derek didn’t sound offended. He ran his tongue down her inner thigh. “Not by a long shot, Blondie.”

By the time he
was
done, Amanda was a quivering mess. She was also extremely glad she’d taken the risk of asking him for this one night.

Because whatever had happened between them was never going to happen again.

Nope.

Never again.

Even if she was no longer happily engaged to be happily married, she still wasn’t about to make a habit of sleeping with the most infuriating man alive.

Nope.

“You wanna catch some shut-eye for a couple hours and go once more?” Derek asked. Early morning was sneaking in through the shutters, and she could make out the shape of his body. He lay on his side, one hand lazily pulling at his cock.

Eh, if she didn’t leave the bed, it could count as just one time. Right?

Sunday, May 4th, 2014

Derek felt like a kid with a new toy. A soft, pliable, fuckable new toy that could bend into several positions and responded enthusiastically to each thrust of his cock.

Okay, the kid-toy analogy was unfortunate. He was sinking into heaven, one inch at a time. After her first objection, Amanda hadn’t minded getting down and dirty with him. She’d come like a rocket, rubbing his cum into her skin while he fingered her, and then returned the favor by sucking him like a pro. He’d felt faint after his third climax, and she’d offered to make him eggs.

This just might be the sweetest deal he’d ever made, he thought as he watched her naked ass bouncing toward the kitchen. He followed, not bothering to get dressed either. He’d tap that ass too, sooner or later. He’d make her beg for it and then he’d fuck her like she’d never been fucked before.

But first, he’d have to feed her. By the looks of it, this might be the first time she’d cracked an egg open, let alone fried one.

“Lemme take care of that. You make coffee.”

She scrunched her nose at him, and he was tempted to kiss the tip before he remembered that wasn’t their deal. He could fuck her on the kitchen table if he felt like it, but he had to refrain from small gestures that could allude to intimacy.

“You sure?” she asked over her shoulder. Her golden skin was flushed, her ass still bore his hand print, and her hair was a straw-colored mess atop her head. She looked gorgeous, and even though he now knew what she looked like riding his cock, it was the first time he’d seen her look so innocent and carefree.

“I’m sure. I’m a fucking master when it comes to eggs.”

She smirked, and he was about to say something about being a master in other things too, when her ringtone sounded. Amanda’s face fell, and Derek could see the exact moment her guard came back up. Her back straightened, shoulders squared. She balanced her weight from one foot to the other and grabbed the counter hard enough her knuckles turned white. When she turned around, Derek subconsciously took a step back. He had almost a foot on her, but she was fucking intimidating.

She strode determinedly to where her purse had been left since the previous night and fished out her phone. The loathing on her face when she looked at the screen intrigued Derek. He pretended to get busy whisking four eggs and adding some milk, but watched out the corner of his eye as Amanda brought the phone to her ear.

“We’re done,” she said. “I don’t wanna hear it, Mason. No. Leave me alone.” She hung up, tossed the phone on the couch, and rounded the counter to where Derek stood. She hopped on the countertop and spread her legs. Her waxed pussy glistened invitingly, but he tried to remain focused on the task at hand.

Amanda trailed her fingers up her toned thighs. “Last night, after you sent me to bed, I woke up.” She pushed her legs further apart. “I felt bad for what I’d done. Kissing you. I decided to go tell Mason and ask him to forgive me.” She ran her thumb between her nether lips. “There was another woman there. Naked. Mason didn’t even try to stop me. Didn’t say he was sorry. He didn’t even have the decency to lie to me.”

Derek gulped. Mason’s infidelity had allowed Derek the hottest night of his life. He wanted to tell Amanda he was sorry, but all he could think of was taking her where she sat.

She pushed a finger inside her then brought it to her mouth.

Derek whisked harder.
Eggs.
He had to make eggs. He was starving. Probably couldn’t go another round anyway, even though he was hard again.

“He wouldn’t even fuck me. A whole year of nothing but hand jobs. I have a whole year of sex to make up for.”

“Fuck it.” He threw the bowl and whisk in the sink and moved between her thighs. If he died, he might as well go from sex-related malnourishment.

Amanda grasped his shaft and brought it to her entrance, then dug the heel of her foot in his ass. “I don’t want to think about Mason and the lost time,” she said. “Make me forget, Derek.”

He twisted her long hair around his fist and ran his tongue along the side of her neck. Without warning, he grabbed her left ankle and brought it to his shoulder, splaying her further. He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit. “I need to get a condom.” He hated having to say it, but safety was above all else.

“Don’t.” She began pulling at him.

He groaned. “Keep doing that, and I won’t make it inside.”

“You don’t need a condom. You could…ummm…”

“Yes?” She hadn’t asked for anything while they’d fucked earlier. She’d guide his hand between her legs or push his face harder against her breast until he worried the tender flesh with his lips, but she hadn’t been vocal. He wanted to hear her ask for what she needed. “What do you want, beautiful?”