Open For Him (BBW / Billionaire Erotic Romance) (13 page)

As she opened her mouth, she looked up at Derreck, making sure he was watching her. 

He was.

He wouldn’t miss this sight for anything.

Macy put her free hand on his leg and then came forward, her eager mouth ready to taste him.  Her tongue led the way, sliding at the bottom of his erection.  His fleshy tip entered her mouth and she tightened her lips around him, moaning as she did.  Derreck thrust forward, sliding more of himself into her mouth.  Macy hurried and opened her mouth, allowing him in.  Her hand at the base of his erection started to pull, offering small strokes as her mouth became accustomed to his thick size and hearty length. 

She slowly brought herself to a quicker rhythm, knowing what she expected and wanted from Derreck.  The faster she moved, the more she moaned, her tongue fighting for space, wanting to lick while she savored Derreck.  When his hand touched the top of her head, her body oozed with warmth.  When his fingers spread and started to play with her hair, a flood erupted between her legs. 

Macy could feel Derreck’s body responding.  The way his muscles tightened, the way he tried to control his thrusting but couldn’t.  The way he sometimes pulled at her hair, usually only when she came to his sensitive tip. 

Finally, Derreck twisted his hand and pulled, sliding Macy away from him.

She looked up at him, still wanting him.  Needing to have him.

“You’ve made your point,” Derreck said.  Macy felt slight disappointment.  Then Derreck added, “Strip yourself and get on the couch.”

Macy moved as fast as she could, wiggling her curvy body out of her dress and top.  She wished Derreck hadn’t invited her to those damn interviews.  She could have been dressed down, making the process easier.  Especially with Derreck standing there, his pants at his ankles, his thickness throbbing, waiting for her.

As she tried to take her panties off, Derreck slithered forward.  Macy fell to the couch, still wearing her bra.  Derreck grabbed her panties and pulled, tearing them to pieces.  She looked at them on the floor, her body aching.  Derreck came down, leading with his lower half.  He was there, touching her wet slit, and then he was inside her.  The thrust came that fast and that powerful.  He opened Macy and welcomed himself inside, battling with her tender walls as the throbbed. 

Macy clawed at Derreck’s shirt, wishing he were naked.  However, she did enjoy the way his tie touched her chest, the silky cloth tickling, adding to the wild sex happening between her legs. 

Derreck was aggressive and fast, unleashing all his frustration into Macy.  She wanted everything Derreck could offer, lifting her body, thrusting back at him, matching his intense speed.  As she started to climax, she felt the pulsing throb of Derreck’s perfect cock, seconds before he started to come too.  He remained deep within Macy’s body, releasing with loud grunts that became soft groans.  And when completely finished, he looked at her, their noses an inch apart. 

His lip tried to snarl but couldn’t.  So he did the next best thing.  What he couldn’t command with his eyes and body right then, he commanded with his mouth on top of Macy’s.  The kiss never had a chance to be subtle as Derreck’s lips forced Macy’s mouth open.  Their tongues came together.  Macy felt smothered and loved, and that worked just fine.  She put her hands to Derreck’s head, holding him there, never wanting it to end. 

But it did end, when Derreck pulled away.  He slowly moved away from Macy, sliding himself from her.  He lifted his pants, fixing himself as though nothing had happened.  Then he walked to the bar and poured himself another drink.  Macy sat up and reached for her clothes, minus her panties.  They were useless, destroyed. 

“I’m sorry,” Macy said.  “That’s all I can say right now.  I’m not hiding, Derreck, but that...”

“Who was he?”

“He wasn’t my fiancé.  I swear.”

“He seemed to think so.”

“That’s because he convinced himself of that... and he tried to shut me up.”

“Shut you up?” Derreck asked. 

“Yeah.  I could either take the ring or take another one of his fists.”

Derreck stood frozen
, the glass shaking in his hand.

“Tell me everything.”

Macy nodded and entered yet another dark world that the handsome billionaire could save her from.

“Remember my story about the scars?”

“Of course I do,” Derreck said.  “I’d never forget a word you say.”

“Well the car that stopped to help me... that was Dan.”

Derreck scoffed.

“He took me to the hospital.  He never left my side.  I was broken and he let me heal.  He didn’t heal me, okay?  He let me heal.  So he could break me.  That’s what he wanted, that’s what he was looking for.  And he found it in me.  He found me bleeding and weak and it turned him on.”

“He abused you,” Derreck said.

There was a look in his eyes that regretted letting Dan walk free earlier.  Macy would have loved to see Derreck hurt Dan, but that would come with consequence.  She didn’t need to ruin anything else about Derreck’s billionaire life.

“He did what he pleased,” Macy said.  “And I allowed it.  I didn’t stand up for myself.  Because after he hit me, he said he regretted it.  I then became his one and only care, and I could hide within him.”

“And the ring?”

“I once muttered something about not being together.  Towards the end of it all.  Part of me wanted to just last through the relationship until he got bored with me but I realized that maybe that would never happen.  So I said something about it.  That was the biggest mistake I ever made.  Not only did he attack me, he left me just as he found me.  I was on the floor, holding myself, bleeding.  I fell asleep right there and woke the next morning to Dan kicking me.  He had a ring in his hand.  He held it out to me and told me that it was time to make everything last forever.  The idea of losing me made him want to kill me.”

“That’s sick,” Derreck said.

“That’s why I took the ring,” Macy said.  “I couldn’t deny him.  I took it and I left.  When he went to work I packed up and drove away.”

“Do you still have the ring?”

“No.  I threw it in a river while I was driving.  Right off a bridge.  I couldn’t tell you where and that’s fine with me.”

“So you were never engaged.”

“Never.  I didn’t even put the ring on my finger.  I just took it.  He told me to take a shower and wash myself up because I looked like hell.  He told me I drank too much and passed out, as if I didn’t remember what happened.”

Derreck finished another drink.  He dropped his glass to the bar and walked to the couch.  Both of his hands were then on Macy’s face, forcing her to stare at him.

“This is why I never want you to hide,” he said.  “I can’t protect you if you hide.”

“I’m not hiding,” Macy said.  “That part was... it was gone.”

“You thought it was.”

“It is now.”

“Because of me.  Because I knew.  It’s okay around me, I’ll never let anything hurt you.”

Derreck let Macy go but her hands clamped to his.  “What about you?”

“Me?”

“You’re so worried about me,” Macy said, “why?  What are you hiding?”

“You see me, don’t you?”

“I’ve never seen you naked.”

With that Derreck stepped back from the couch.  He tore his hands away, making two fists.  A sense of dominance was present and it didn’t bother Macy.  That shocked her, after just telling such a deep story.  But there was something about Derreck.  She wanted him to be commanding, and aggressive, but not once did she fear Derreck.  Not once did she feel things would ever go too far.  He would command and she would listen. 

And the sex...

“I’ve been waiting for you,” Derreck said.  “For you, Macy.”

“Waiting for me?  How long have you known me?”

“Depends on your sense of time.”

Macy opened her mouth but shut it when Derreck reached for his tie.  He pulled at the knot, loosening it and taking it off.  He rolled it up with care and tossed it to the couch.  Then came the buttons, one by one.  The glimpses of his perfect body left Macy wanting him again but the look in his eyes suggested something much more serious was about to happen.

When his shirt was undone, he put his hands to his sides.

“Stand up and take my shirt off,” Derreck said.  “Once and for all.  I won’t hide either.”

Hide? Macy thought. 

Macy stood and put her hands under Derreck’s shirt to his thick shoulders.  She squeezed at the muscle - she had to - and then slowly pushed his shirt down.  She sensed hesitation from Derreck but continued.  She would always continue, until he stopped her.  At Derreck’s wrists, she started to shake a little, then with one last push, his shirt was gone.

They both stepped back, each for different reasons. 

Macy’s eyes were wide and her mouth fell open at the sight of Derreck’s bare body.  Finally, she could see him.  Absorb him.  Memorize him.  The sight of him put Macy right back to a spot of sexual need that she never experienced before. 

“Now, my secret,” Derreck whispered.

He slowly turned, keeping his hands at his sides.  It didn’t take more then a second for Macy to see and understand what Derreck had been hiding too. 

Scars.

There were scars on his back.  Lots of scars.  Some wide, some skinny, some thick.  There had to be over a dozen scars, all easily visible.  Macy held her breath as best she could, not wanting to gasp or make a sound at the sight of Derreck’s back.  It wasn’t the sight of his back but the story that had to be behind them.

A man so commanding.

A man so powerful.

A man so...

“I was vulnerable,” Derreck said, “like any other kid in the world.  My father was an aggressive man, always thinking but never trying.  His failures became my failures, and it got worse after my mother left him.  She never came back.  I didn’t hate her for leaving, I was jealous that she got to go.  And I had to stay.”

“Derreck, stop,” Macy said.  “I understand.” 

She moved towards Derreck and his back stiffened.  A set of muscles flexed that made him look monstrous.  And very sexy.  His scars were part of him and Macy didn’t care about them at all.  She cared about the man and his heart.

“No, listen to me,” Derreck said.  “Because I understand.  He used to beat me with anything in sight.  Until he felt better about his terrible life.  And that’s where it all started.  I needed to take back power and control, and I needed to succeed.  Succeeding took me out of that house and power took him out of my life.  But he left his mark... again... and again... and... again...”

Macy touched Derreck’s back.  Her fingers ran down his back, up and over the scars, not hesitating for a moment.  Derreck stiffened again and Macy exhaled a long breath on his back.

“I’m in love with you, Derreck,” Macy whispered.

“I know,” Derreck said.  “And I will love you back.”

Macy leaned forward and kissed Derreck’s back, just below his neck.  Derreck groaned and Macy kissed him again. Her tongue flickered at his wounded back, purposely finding his scars.  She licked and tasted them, wanting Derreck to know that the beauty of his scars made him in the person he was. 

Her hands slowly moved their way to his sides and around.  Something uncontrollable came over her as she started to feel for Derreck, needing to touch him again.  She found him semi-hard and she moaned against his back, tasting him some more.  Her tongue soon couldn’t get enough of the ripples of his scars and the hardness of his muscles.  Her fingers pulled at his zipper in the front and her hand searched for his erection.

As she touched him, finding his bare thickness, Derreck moaned, thrusting himself.  Macy hurried and pulled Derreck from his pants and boxers, gripping his warm shaft tight.  She started to stroke him, offering a few gentle strokes, just to allow her hand to memorize his length and girth.  After that, it was a fury of pumps, loving his erection with her hand while she loved his back with her tongue. 

Macy couldn’t find words to speak to Derreck, to explain it all to him.  She just let her body do it.  Her hand moved on Derreck with ease, feeling him thickening, his body moving at her hand.  She bent her knees, moving down, trying to reach as many scars as she could on Derreck’s sexy body.  The more she flicked at his back, the harder he thrust at her hand.

Soon they were working together in a wildly fast paced motion.

Macy savored every second of it and when the time came for Derreck to climax, she squeezed tight but didn’t stop.

Derreck started to come as he stood, spilling himself to the floor.  Macy tried to catch as much as she could with her hand, sliding it back down Derreck’s shaft, making it easier to stroke him.  She continued until Derreck began to lose his thickness.

“I had to,” Macy whispered, kissing Derreck one last time on his back.  “So you know...”

“Come with me, Macy, today and tomorrow.”

“Where?”

“Wherever I say.”

Macy pressed her body against his back.  “Anything, for you.”