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Authors: Ranae Rose

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He turned to her, fingers still resting at the base of his cock. “I’d hoped…” he said, motioning toward the transparent sleeve that hugged his erection.

 

She smiled, her arousal deepening at the thought of him imagining this ahead of time.

 

He stepped toward her, lowering himself back onto the bed. Her insides tensed in anticipation, her core tightening in preparation for his entrance. She let herself fall backward against the mattress as he leaned over her, bracing himself with an arm beside her shoulder. His free hand drifted to her chest, settling on one of her breasts. He bowed his head and flicked the nipple with his tongue, his breath streaming around the tiny pink bud. “I wondered,” he breathed, his voice gone low with lust, “if they’d be this color.”

 

“Pink?” she gasped as he traced her areola with the tip of his tongue.

 

“The same color as the icing I kissed off your mouth that morning in the truck.”

 

He closed his mouth over her nipple, drawing its hardness in. She moaned, remembering the sweet icing and the way he’d kissed it off of her. What he was doing with his mouth now made her squeeze her eyes shut and arch her back. The strong curve of his jaw and the pleasant roughness of his stubble pressed against her breast, causing her nipple to tingle in his mouth and tighten against his tongue.

 

A sudden pressure between her legs made her gasp. He raised his head from her chest and she peered down between the double-swells of her own breasts to see him holding his cock, guiding it between her thighs. The sight of him grasping his own thick shaft made her insides tighten, and when he stroked himself casually in imitation of the entrance he was about to make, she moaned. He pressed the head of his cock against her clit and began to move it slowly up and down. The view and the sensation combined made her squirm beneath him and he slipped against her, the tip of his cock plunging suddenly in.

 

“Oh God,” he breathed, pausing for a moment after burying himself all the way inside her. She gripped him inwardly and he trembled, the well-defined lines of his muscles more obvious than ever. “Kelly.” He pressed his mouth against her neck and began to kiss her as he flexed his hips, filling her with another stroke.

 

She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight, breathing hard as he stretched her, pressing tongue and teeth against her neck as he did so. He plunged in again, making her flesh contract around him as he strained it. She was ready to come again. She had been since the first stroke. She moaned and tightened her grip around his neck, feeling her core spasm in imitation. “Derek…”

 

He burst into motion above her, thrusting deep and fast, raising his head from the hollow of her throat to toss it back, freeing himself to move more quickly. Desperate for something to grasp, she reached below to cup his ass. What she ended up doing was more along the lines of clawing, but he didn’t complain, only thrust harder. She could feel the effort straining his muscles as her climax washed over her, waves of pleasure washing through her as her body tightened around his cock. She tossed her own head back against the pillows and cried out, digging her nails into his firm muscle and softer skin.

 

They were both breathing hard by the time her orgasm ended, and he still thrusting with deliberate force. “Oh God…” she gasped, echoing his earlier sentiment.

 

He was staring down at her from above, his gaze slightly hazy as he cradled her between his arms. “Again,” he breathed, lowering his head to whisper into her ear. “I’m going to make you come again.”

 

His words alone sent a fresh thrill of arousal through her, and she gripped his ass again in anticipation.

 

“Not yet,” he said, slowing.

 

Each stroke after that was slower than the last, deep and deliberate. Her core clenched in time with his motion, leaving her perpetually on the verge of orgasm. If only he’d go faster.

 

He waited for her to ask, and a smile curved the corners of his mouth when she gasped “please”.

 

He stopped completely, his only motion inside her the steady pulsing of his cock. It was enough to make her moan, especially when he grasped one of her breasts and began to massage the nipple with his thumb. It had already been hard, now it went rigid beneath his touch.  “Please,” she breathed again.

 

The muscles in his thighs tensed against her own, and she barely had time to brace herself. He pounded himself into her, deliciously deep and hard. Her body reacted immediately, her core contracting wildly around his cock as he thrust. She cried out, gasping against his shoulder. Deep and intense, her climax wrung the sensation out of all her inner muscles. Her body was milking him, and when he groaned suddenly she knew it was working. He pushed harder as he came, driving her to seize his shoulders and dig her nails in.

 

His cock pulsed inside her, even after he’d stopped, his energy apparently as expended as hers. Her body was soft and sensitive against his, threads of electric current shooting through her flesh and making her want to squirm. Still, she welcomed the solid warmth of his body against hers. She loosened her death-grip on his shoulders and wrapped her arms around his neck instead, finding his mouth with hers as she embraced him.

 

 

 

Chapter 5

 

The cash register ejected its drawer with an almost musical
ting
, cheerily accepting a few bucks that’d just bought a customer a cup of coffee and two donuts to go. Derek tucked the money away, already thinking about pulling the next batch of crullers from the fryer. They had what – a minute or two left to go now? Jason would get them out if he didn’t, but he was anxious to see how they turned out. He’d always made the crullers in his best, now temporarily defunct fryer, and the last batch made in the second-best machine had come out slightly overdone. They sat on a platter on a table in the kitchen now – he refused to sell a sub-standard product. The pile was slowly diminishing as he and Jason snagged one here and there, perpetually snacking on the slightly burnt treats.

 

“Derek?” 

 

He turned to find Jason standing in the door that led to the kitchen. “Yeah?”

 

“I pulled the crullers out early – any longer and I think they would’ve burned again.”

 

Derek breathed a small sigh of relief. “Good. Bring them up as soon as they’re cool enough. We’re all out.”

 

Jason nodded and disappeared into the kitchen again, leaving Derek to survey the late Saturday morning breakfasters that occupied more than half the dining tables. An elderly man sat in one corner – Derek recognized him easily, as he ate his Saturday breakfasts at the donut house religiously. A young mother with a crumb-faced toddler in tow sat at another corner table, her attention devoted to the apparently considerable task of keeping her coffee out of her child’s reach. The table nearest the register was filled with a cluster of young women – college-aged, he guessed. Sometimes student groups from the local community college came to the shop to study together while devouring donuts and downing coffee at an astonishing rate. These girls seemed thoroughly absorbed in something, though they were giggling far too often for it to be calculus or history. Their heads were pressed together, blocking his view of the object of interest. One of them turned abruptly to look at him, and he was locked in eye-contact with her before he had time to look away. Her eyes widened comically, and she giggled shrilly before turning back around, ducking her head down again amongst her girlfriends’.

 

What had that been about? Before he had time to really contemplate the question, the rest of the girls began to take turns turning to stare, each one giggling more loudly than the last when she turned back to her friends, whispering in hushed but excited tones.

 

“Looks like you’ve got a fan club.”

 

Derek whirled to face Jason, who was surveying the queue of gigglers with a smug smile.

 

Derek rolled his eyes. “Yeah right.”

 

“You shouldn’t play it off,” Jason replied with an ostentatious eye-roll of his own. “You should be grateful – that brunette in the blue sweater is really cute.”

 

“You go talk to her then,” Derek said, strolling back to the kitchen to whip up another batch of devil’s food donuts. Just the mention of cute girls had filled his head with visions of Kelly, and a slight tingling in his pants made him want to escape public view, just in case.

 

Once he was safely alone in the kitchen, he leaned against the wall and sighed. God, last night had been great. He couldn’t stop thinking about it, about her. Was she thinking about it too? She’d enjoyed it – he had a collection of little crescent-shaped marks dusted across his shoulders and ass to prove it. Not that he was complaining. She’d been amazing. He vividly remembered the tightness of her body, the feel of her breasts rising and falling beneath him, her nipples brushing his chest, the way her voice had sounded when she’d said his name…

 

“Derek?”

 

Damn! He hadn’t even started on the batch of devil’s food. He shook his head, trying and failing to empty it of memories from the night before.  “What?”

 

Jason popped his head around the corner, his expression uncharacteristically smug again. Had he worked up the courage to talk to the brunette?

 

“You’re going to want to see this.”

 

Derek abandoned the kitchen reluctantly, emerging behind the counter, from which Jason snatched a sheet of paper.

 

He stared as Jason held it aloft. It was a picture, obviously printed off a computer. It took several moments for everything to sink in. “Oh shit,” he said when it did.

 

Jason’s expression transformed to something caught between amusement and incredulity. “So it
is
you!”

 

Derek snatched the paper from his hand, balling it up and shoving it into his pocket. “Where’d you get that?”

 

“Those girls left it on the table.”

 

He shot a glance at the table nearest the register and was relieved to see only a few crumpled napkins and stray crumbs there – the college girls were gone. So this was what they’d been giggling over? The wad of paper suddenly felt like a rock in his pocket. How…

 

“So, which one did you date?”

 

Derek frowned at Jason. “What?”

 

“Which one took the picture? Was it the brunette?”

 

“I don’t know.”

 

Jason arched an eyebrow, clearly impressed. “Whoa. I guess you really do have a fan club.”

 

“No,” Derek growled. “I’d never seen any of them until today.”

 

Jason’s congratulatory expression faded, replaced by a look of curious suspicion. “Then how–”

 

Derek cut him off, hastily explaining how his gym bag had been stolen several nights ago and he’d chosen to make a run for home, nude save for a towel wrapped around his waist. “I had no idea anyone snapped a picture,” he said, thinking of the photo he’d stuffed into his pocket. It’d been taken at the worst possible moment, when his towel had slipped down, leaving him bare-assed. Had one of the girls taken the photo, or had it been someone else, and the image had simply spread around town? Neither thought was pleasant. Just what the Blue Mills Donut House needed – a picture of its owner streaking through town like some sort of naked maniac.

 

****

 

Kelly could hardly wait for Derek to step into her apartment so she could share the good news with him. She’d phoned her best friend Amanda as soon as she’d found out, but hadn’t told anyone else yet. She was so giddy she wanted to shout it from the rooftops. “Guess what?” she said, pausing for only half a moment to savor the light kiss Derek planted on her cheek in greeting.

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