Attraction: (A Temptation Series Stand-alone) (The Temptation Series Book 4) (25 page)

The sex drought I had experienced prior to this evening
would no doubt go down in history as one of the longest ever endured and I
intended to make up for it.

‘Stand up and turn around,’ he commanded, his voice now
husky.

His sexy rasp added to my oxygen-depleted state, but I complied
and straightened, only to find that my bustier was now loose enough to fall to
the ground.

Derek smiled appreciatively as he took in my bare chest.
‘Definitely the nicest set I’ve seen.’

‘So you keep saying,’ I answered, sliding my hands up my
abdomen to give the ‘nicest set’ a tantalising squeeze.

He stepped forward, dipped his finger in the satay sauce and
gently wiped it down my neck. The sensation was hot, but not enough to scald —
it was an exquisite torture.

Derek then dropped his head and lapped up the sauce trail in
one delicious swipe, all the while pinching my nipple with his thumb and
forefinger. The way this man licked my skin was a sweet mixture of carnivorous
need and sensual ownership.

Grabbing the saucepan, he knelt down before me and placed
the pot on the floor next to him. He then looped his fingers into the waistband
of my G-string and pulled them down my legs.

I stepped out of them, together with the bustier, and opened
my stance for what I knew he had planned. With my hands behind me, braced on
the edge of the stove, I was positioned and hankering for his tongue, fingers
and lips.

Derek dipped his finger in the pot again and then teased me
by swaying it in front of my face. ‘Do you want some, baby?’

I smiled and nodded eagerly.

‘What was that?’ he questioned, turning his head and putting
his hand to his ear. ‘I can’t quite hear you.’ Derek then placed his finger in
his mouth and pulled it out seductively while giving me a sexy wink.

You fucking twat-tease
. ‘Yes, you sexy piece of
caramel.’

He let out a large belly laugh. ‘Sexy piece of caramel?’

Frustrated, I squatted down and dipped my finger in the pot.
Then, eye-fucking him heatedly, raised my finger to my mouth.

Derek grabbed my hand before I had the chance, wrapping his
lips around my finger and licking it clean. Then, positioning my hands back on
the edge of the stove top behind me, he let them go, leaned forward, and buried
his head in between my legs.

‘Oh ... god,’ I moaned as he gently lapped at my pussy, his
tongue’s unhurried ability making me smile appreciatively. ‘Do I taste better?’
I asked, my voice low, but playful.

Closing his eyes, he nuzzled my clit and then pulled away.
‘No.’

‘What do you mean, no?’ I exclaimed. ‘What’s wrong with my
pussy? Why doesn’t it taste better?’ I asked with a new-found sense of anxiety.

I pushed his head away and squeezed my thighs together.
Derek, on the other hand, wrenched his head from my grip and gently sank his
teeth into my hip. The penetration was not painful, but it was enough to make
me shriek and pull his hair.
Well, if he had any hair I would’ve been
successful in pulling it.

‘Derek, what are you doing?’

‘Don’t ever stop me from eating your pussy,’ he said, after releasing
the skin on my hipbone, leaving a nice indent from his bite.

‘You fucking bit me!’

Smiling devilishly, he placed a light kiss on the spot,
soothing the area. ‘Yes, I did.’

‘You said you didn’t bite,’ I accused, while narrowing my
eyes.

‘I lied,’ he admitted before giving me a cocky smile and
attempting to part my legs again.

I clenched them tightly.

‘Carly!’ he warned sternly. ‘Open your fucking legs.’

‘No.’

‘No?’ he questioned, as he pulled them apart.

‘Derek!’ I squealed.

‘Baby, shut up,’ he interrupted. Quite rudely, I thought.

‘Don’t tell me to shut up,’ I said, astounded.

‘Sorry. Please refrain from speaking such utter shit so that
I can go back to devouring your cunt,’ he corrected himself.

My jaw dropped in shock, and then stayed that way when he
once again buried his head between my legs and ferociously licked, sucked and
nipped.

I cried out, gripping the bench for stability, his
continuous motion skilfully tickling my clit. Derek’s lust-filled eyes hungrily
enflamed my core and, together, they both tipped me over the edge. ‘Oh ... god
... fuck,’ I mumbled incoherently.

Throwing my head back, I braced myself on the counter once
more and closed my eyes, letting my orgasm roll through me. Every single nerve
ending I possessed was alight, fizzling divinely as I slowly regained my sense
of normalcy.

When I brought my head up from its slumped-back position and
managed to pry my eyelids apart, I noticed Derek standing before me, tracksuit
pants miraculously gone.

His cock was fully erect, pointing prominently at me,
taunting me with a voiceless message to have a taste. As I stared at it ravenously,
I mentally tied a napkin around my neck and licked my lips.

‘Lay down,’ I growled, pushing off from the stove and gently
shoving him backward.

He obeyed, lay down, arrogantly put his hands behind his
head and then waggled his eyebrows at me. ‘Enjoy,’ he said boastfully.

Kneeling down in between his legs, I leaned over and dipped
my finger in the sauce then trailed it along one side of his ‘V’ muscle. As the
heated substance touched his skin, he let out a harsh hiss. The sexy sound had
me bending forward and looking up at him from underneath my lashes. ‘Oh, I
will, don’t you worry.’

I opened my mouth and dragged my tongue along the line of
sauce, performing a second pass in order to consume every skerrick of it. I
then repeated the same action, wiping and licking sauce from the other half of
his ‘V’.

Watching as his cock bobbed eagerly under my chin, I took a
hold of it and teased his tip with my tongue. He groaned quietly, his cock
twitching within my grasp.

‘Behave,’ I said with a playful warning.

It twitched again, so, this time when I opened my mouth, I
wrapped my lips around his crown and sucked on the smooth head, happily rubbing
my lips all over it.

‘Fuck, baby, we should try this with sauce more often,’ he
groaned.
Yes, we should. I love sauce, especially mint sauce. Oh, my fucking
god! Derek’s cock covered in mint sauce!

Now running my tongue up and down his shaft, licking it with
my incessant strokes, I mumbled my new-found fantasy. ‘Uh uh. Ext ime, gona
sped int auce on ur cock.’

‘You’re gonna what?’ he asked with a laugh.

I lifted my head. ‘I said, next time, I’m going to spread
mint sauce on your cock.’

Derek sat up and leaned back on his elbows. ‘Bullshit you
are. Isn’t that stuff made with vinegar ... and mint? It will fucking burn.’

‘It will not, big baby,’ I reassured him, dipping my finger
back in the pot and trailing it along his inner thigh before running my tongue
along his muscled leg.

Continuing to paint the satay sauce on his legs, chest and
abdomen, I made my way up his torso, stopping at his pecs and neck, before wiping
some more sauce on my lips and then mashing them to his.

Derek grabbed the back of my head — securing me to him — and
plunged his tongue into my mouth, kissing me passionately and heightening the
peanutty taste. He then flipped us over so that I was now lying on my back and
he astride me.

As he leaned over to reach the pot, his cock teased my face.
I sucked it back into my mouth and bobbed up and down hungrily.

‘Jesus fucking Christ!’ he groaned, while bracing his hands
on the ground just above my head. ‘You want me to fuck your face, don’t you?’
he asked as he started rocking his hips toward my head with a gentle
assertiveness — his question more of a statement.

I watched the lower muscles of his abdomen flex and his
eyelids close over as lust dominated him. Wanting to heighten his euphoric
state, I reached up and cupped his balls in my hand while swallowing his slow,
deep thrusts.

‘Fuck!’ He pulled out, dragging his heavy-weighted dick down
my body before stopping and hovering over my hips. Derek then wiped some sauce
down my neck and over my nipples, chasing it eagerly with his tongue.

By that point, we were both smeared quite extensively with
the nutty mixture, and without taking a peek into the pot, I would have
hazarded a guess and said that satay chicken was no longer an option for
dinner.

I sat up and positioned myself on all fours before crawling
toward him. ‘Sit,’ I commanded and waited for him to do so before straddling
his lap.

Lifting up just slightly, I hovered over him so that he
could position the head of his dick at my entrance and, when feeling his tip
tickle my flesh, I lowered and engulfed him completely.

Derek placed his hands on my hips and assisted me with
riding him. The thing was, I considered myself a fucking rodeo star. Therefore
his assistance was not required. Over the past few months, I’d been deprived of
sex and, because of that, was raring to go. I didn’t need assistance. No, the
only thing I needed was to make up for lost sexual time.

‘Carly, Jesus, slow down,’ he groaned, tightening his grip
in order to slow my bouncing.

I reached over, grabbed the pot, plunged my hand into it and
then smacked it against his chest, splattering sauce on his face and across my
breasts. ‘Don’t tell me to slow down when I’m riding your cock,’ I barked out,
mimicking the tone of voice he used when warning me not to stop him from eating
my pussy.

His eyes widened in surprise then glazed over with a boyish
grin that spelled nothing but trouble.
Shit!

Before I knew it, I had a handful of sauce mushed over my
chest and neck. He even went so far as to dab some on my nose. Derek then
swirled his finger around my nipple, collecting some of the sauce that had
rested there and then stuck his finger in my mouth.

I bit down.

‘Fuck,’ he groaned, his groan a mixture of pain and desire.

He glared wildly at me then rubbed and squeezed my breasts
firmly, almost to the point of pain, yet the smooth-slippery sensation his
hands were producing erotically stimulated me toward climax instead.

‘Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. Oh, god,’ I moaned as my pussy clenched
around his cock.

Derek then bucked into me and groaned ferociously before
pulling my mouth to his and drinking any further screams of ecstasy.

Slumping over him like a rag doll, I rocked slowly as our
orgasms subsided, our kiss now slow and sensual. I then mustered whatever
energy I had left and pulled away from him, both of us smiling at one another.

‘Holy fuck!’ I said in wonderment.

‘That was ... nuts!’ he replied with a stupid grin.

I cracked up laughing and dabbed some sauce on his nose. ‘We
are so doing this with mint sauce.’

Derek secured me with one arm, braced himself against the
kitchen cupboards and pulled himself to a standing position with me still
attached his waist. ‘Oh no, we are fucking not,’ he said with conviction.

I giggled.
We so are!

***

First port of call after satay-sex was the shower. Albeit
hot, fun and exciting, it was exceedingly messy.

While I’d washed using Derek’s masculine toiletries, he’d
cleaned the kitchen and ordered a pizza.

‘That’s better,’ I said as I walked toward him while drying
my hair with a towel.

He stepped up to me and fiddled with a wet strand of my
hair. ‘I’m just going to have a shower. Make yourself at home. The pizza should
be here soon.’

‘Okay. Do you mind if I snoop?’

‘Wouldn’t that defeat the purpose of you snooping ... you
know, me agreeing to it?’

‘Go and have your shower,’ I said playfully, pushing him in
the direction of his bedroom, his peanut-encrusted back still deliciously
enticing as he exited the room.

Once I was alone and Derek was happily singing in the
shower, I had a chance to really inspect his house. Situated in Richmond, it
embodied a Victorian style; it was small with heritage values. For a man, I
must say, it was incredibly neat and tidy, but like Derek had said when we
first pulled up outside, it was badarse.

The walls were painted light grey, the high ceiling and
architraves white and elegant. The floorboards were stained with a light oak
finish and the furniture was rugged, worn and screamed masculine. His couch was
made of dark green leather and had a well-worn exterior. And, of course, his TV
was huge and braced against the wall.

Beneath the TV was a lowline unit which had an Xbox and a
rather extensive DVD and CD collection. There were also three guitars leaning
up against the wall and, above them, a framed picture of Jimi Hendrix.

From what I had seen thus far, his house consisted of two
bedrooms: his master bedroom and a spare bedroom which was also used for
storage. He had one living area, one bathroom and toilet, a laundry and a
dining and kitchen area. He also had a small alfresco courtyard out the back
and a single garage. His cottage really was perfect for him.

Spying a motorcycle helmet on the floor beside the front
door, I walked over to it and picked it up.

‘When the roads aren’t wet, I’ll take you for a ride on the
love of my life,’ Derek said from behind me.

I spun around quickly to find him standing in the doorway of
his bedroom, a towel hung low on his waist and his skin still delectably moist.
What also became moist was the apex between my legs.

Placing the helmet back on the floor, I eyed him up and down
as I prowled toward him. ‘I’ll tell you what. How ’bout I take you for another
ride instead.’

‘Baby, you seriously can’t go aga—’

‘Try me,’ I challenged, a heated promise in my eyes.

Derek took in my determined expression and gestured me to
enter his room. ‘Just so you know, you will tire before I do.’

I stopped before I entered the room and poked my finger into
the knot of his towel, unravelling it and setting his semi-hard cock free.
‘Don’t be so sure. I’m only just beginning to get warmed up.’