The F#ck It List: The Complete Story (11 page)

I laugh and force myself into a more appropriate position. "Amen to that, my friend."

He shakes his head, eyes wide. "You are amazing. I don't think I've ever been with a woman like you before."

My brow furrows. "What do you mean?" My voice is breathless, the afterglow still warming me, soothing me, relaxing me.

Derek shrugs. "It's just surprising. You were hot, but quiet back then. Focused on school and you had that close friendship with that guy. Scott."

I jump at Scott's name. "What's your point?" I'm confused.

"You just aren't at all what I expected. You're so free with your sexuality. Most people would never go this far out here like this. A hand-job, a finger-fuck. Not oral where anyone could walk up and see. It's seriously fucking hot."

I wink at him. "Well, I don't think we've even gotten halfway through the movie yet. We still have plenty of time to go even farther." I look around his car. "Though we might need to find a place a little more private."

He sits up straight, his green eyes glowing from the light of the screen. "I've got a blanket in the trunk."

"There are some nice trees behind us." I gesture to the wood-line at the back edge of the field.

He chuckles. "I'll get the blanket and sneak back there."

"I'll follow you in five." I wink at him.

I
don't make
it five minutes.

I barely wait two before I spring from the car and hurry into the cropping of trees. It's dark, but it doesn't take long to find Derek. He didn't travel too far, just past the first layer. We can still see and hear the movie from here. Which makes the whole thing even hotter. It may not really be public sex, but it sure as hell is close. Derek may think I'm free with my sexuality, and compared to who I used to be, I am, but this is probably as brave as I'll get.

I help him spread the blanket on the ground and kick off my shoes. We meet in the middle and finally actually kiss. He slides his hand down my waist to cup my ass, drawing up the skirt of my dress until he reaches bare skin. His fingers knead my flesh, digging into my plump ass. My arms wrap around his neck and I press my body into his incredibly hard one, opening my mouth under his. I shiver against him even though his heat and the warm air wraps around me.

Derek's tongue sweeps into my mouth and our tongues dance together. He grips my ass and yanks me up into his arms. I wrap my legs around his waist, rubbing myself against him. Fuck, he's strong. He holds me up like I weigh nothing, he isn't even straining. He's so tall, our faces are level as we continue to kiss. My naked pussy is pressed against the waistband of his jeans, the thick fabric rough against my skin. I hope I'm not leaving a wet spot on his clothes. His big hands are warm as he cups my ass and starts to bounce me up and down against him. I moan softly into his mouth as lust pools low in my belly.

He lowers us until he's on his knees, with me still wrapped around him. One of his hands travels back up my spine to the tie at my neck. With a sharp tug, the bodice of my dress falls, leaving my breasts bare.

He leans back a little to look his fill, releasing my neck and ass to cup the globes in his palms. "I've been jerking off to this fantasy for six years."

I chuckle and kiss him. "So have I." I always fantasized about making out and messing around with him.

He tweaks my nipples before we sink the rest of the way to the ground. I spread out on my back on the wool blanket, and he rests on his belly beside me, propping himself up on one arm. He runs his fingers over first one tit, and then the other, his nails scraping lightly at my nipples. I squirm, my back arching off the ground. He takes one of my nipples in his mouth while he rolls the other between his fingers. His touch shoots sharp electricity through me, zinging straight down to my core. I grasp the back of his head, running my fingers through his hair, pressing my tit into his face.

The air is balmy and filled with the noises of night bugs declaring their dissatisfaction with the movie disturbing their peace. I wonder what they think of the two of us. Faintly, I hear some sort of argument between a man and woman on the movie.

My honeysuckle lotion joins the other scents of night blooming wildflowers and pine trees. Starlight twinkles above us and the moon casts a glow through the treetops. A few fireflies light up the field and edges of the woods. It's a gorgeous night. Almost magical.

But it all falls away when Derek sucks hard on my nipple and slides his hands between my thighs, jerking my dress up until the whole thing is bunched around my ribs. The night air warms my suddenly vulnerable skin and Derek's clever fingers bring scorching heat.

I claw at his shirt, wanting to see him finally in person instead of filtered photos on my phone, wanting skin on skin. We can't afford to chance getting completely undressed out here, but we can afford for him to lose a shirt.

He obliges, yanking it over his head. I run fingers over his bulging muscles. I prefer cut but lean guys like Scott, but Derek still has a beautiful grace to him. I like how it makes me feel so small and helpless next to him. I'm a little bit in awe over how fucking gorgeous he is.

He rolls on top of me, squashing my tits, and kisses me. My legs wrap around his waist again, and the bulge in his jeans rubs against my pussy. I lift my pelvis to stroke against him harder. My nipples rake against the fine dusting of hair on his sculpted chest.

The wool of the blanket is scratchy against my skin and it smells like Home Depot. I'm surprised at myself. I'm not much for the outdoors unless it's a beach or I'm out in the sun.

But surrounded by the sounds of nature and the dance of shadows from the rustling leaves, I've never enjoyed nature more. It's like the insects and creatures are playing a song and dance just for us.

Derek kisses every bit of me he can reach, his lips and tongue flitting over my skin. I squirm beneath each touch, each brush of skin against skin. I guess I'd expected a wham bam thank you ma'am from him out here, but he seems intent on drawing out every last bit.

I have absolutely no objections to that.

Once he has me all up in a lather, I push him to his back and give him the same treatment across his chest. He has surprisingly sensitive nipples. Which is adorable. The teenager still inside me is screaming her joy at having her mouth on Derek freaking Conway's sexy body.

I pay a large amount of attention to the V leading down his pants. I fucking love that muscle. I run my tongue up and down the V until his mouth twists and he starts yanking up the grass from the ground by the roots. I unbutton and unzip his pants, freeing his cock. I lick him like a lollipop before crawling back up to kiss him some more. I like kissing him. He's good at it. He's gentle, but skillful, no gross slobber or clashing teeth. Just soft lips and a sexy, wicked tongue. I taste myself on him and wonder if he can taste himself on me.

The scent of sex joins our breathy moans and it's like we're in our own little bubble. We don't care about the other people at the movie. We don't care about one of the attendants possibly hearing something and coming to investigate. We don't care about anything other than this moment, and the pleasure we want and need to find in each other's arms tonight.

He rolls us over with me returned to my back and him hovering above me. He digs in his pocket and pulls out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth and as soon as he has it on, he pushes into me.

He stretches me more than anyone ever has. It's my favorite part about all of this. The different experiences. No man, no cock is the same. Different positions, their cocks hitting different and new spots. Their different tastes and smells, the differences in their kisses, their touches. Hard, soft, rough, gentle.

And I've loved it all. Each one of my experiences has been amazing. The entry into BDSM with the stranger, the role-play and spanking from Professor Roux, and the mind-fucking-blowing oral from Scott. Followed by the best sex of my entire life.

So maybe I do have my favorites.

But everyone's been leagues better than stupid ass Adam.

And the one thing that's shocked and pleased me the most? Each of these men actually gave a fuck about me having orgasms. Multiple ones. There's been no fucking until they get their release and not caring if I do or not. I've had no need to fake anything. And that is glorious.

I grip Derek's wide, strong shoulders as he moves in and out of me, his hands holding my waist, keeping me steady. Oh. My. Word. He's so fucking wide. He doesn't reach as far inside me as the others, but whoa boy, I am stretched to the limits. I was a little worried it would hurt, but it doesn't. It's strange, but not painful. Just different. And it feels damn good too. I'm so wet, he slides through me with ease. Our eyes meet and we exchange smiles.

He leans down and plunges his tongue back into my mouth, kissing me until I'm dizzy, never losing his stride as he keeps fucking me. His lips travel to nip my ear and down my neck, teasing me until I'm covered in goosebumps and my nipples are pebbled so hard they could slice into his chest. He releases one of his hands from his hold on my hips and starts playing with my tits again. He can't seem to keep his hands off them. And I welcome each tweak and pinch and pluck.

But I want more.

I want him deeper.

Keeping him buried between my legs, I roll us so that I'm on top. I lean down to kiss him and then
I
fuck
him
. He pulls my torso down so my tits hang in his face, then he takes turns sucking each of my nipples. I groan and grind down on him faster. The position makes it so that my clit rubs against him, adding to my pleasure. My knees dig into the rocky soil beneath the blanket, but I don't care. I bury my face in his neck and nibble at his skin.

He grabs my waist and holds me down on him. I lift up a little and raise my brows in question.

"Spin around. Do the reverse cowgirl."

It takes me a second to remember what the hell that is. And then, I grin. I pull away from him and spin around so my knees straddle his waist. He holds his cock up and I ease down onto it. I've never done this position before. Yay for new positions. He brings his hands up to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples and kneading my tits while I bounce up and down over his cock. He reaches a bit deeper inside me and my clit still rubs against him. All the important bits of me are getting just the right kind of attention and pressure. It feels fucking amazing and I want it to last. I want to do this all night.

I have turned into such a slut. I want sex all the fucking time.

The humid night air coats my skin, the slight breeze brushing against the sweat glistening on me, releasing more of my honeysuckle scent. From this position I can watch the movie through the trees. There's some sort of scene in a strip club going on. My breasts bounce along with the strippers' tits.

It reminds me of that porno I'd watched over at Scott's house. Which ended up being basically our foreplay.

Suddenly money is everywhere and strippers are fighting for the floating bills on screen. One of the strippers punches some creepy dude right out.

What the hell is this movie?

I stop watching the movie and start staring up at the stars as warmth floods my system. Everything else falls away except the twinkling lights dotting the sky and the grunts and gasps coming out of Derek and me.

I toss my head back and my mouth falls open in an O as my pussy tightens around his cock. I'm surprised I don't literally howl at the fucking moon. I buck and shudder as the climax rips through me with a violence that stuns me, the forest and shadows swirling about making me dizzy. Once I stop spinning, I slump over, my body trembling with aftershocks.

Derek eases me off of him until I'm on my hands and knees and he glides back into me. He yanks me back by my hips as he fucks me, every time he pushes in, and the orgasm still shaking through me makes it almost painful. But still hot as fuck. I do fucking love this position.

I watch explosions or gunfights or something of the sort on the screen while he rams into me. My tits swing back and forth from the force of his thrusts. My hands fist at the blanket beneath us, bunching the fabric in my hands. I raise my ass higher and he goes in even deeper.

One of his hands snakes around and he rubs at my clit with those damn clever fingers.

Lava simmers low in my belly and my body tenses up as it boils over and pours through me. I cry out, unable to keep quiet. Thankfully, the movie booms with a huge explosion or something, swallowing up my noise of pleasure.

Derek keeps fucking me, moving faster now that he's wrung out another climax from me, racing towards his own. His cock swells inside me, stretching me more and with a final shove, he buries himself to the hilt and jerks against me, his breaths coming in gasps.

He slips from me and while he disposes of the condom somewhere, somehow, I get my dress back in place, using a corner of the blanket to clean off a little. I leave my shoes at where they rest on the ground beside the edge of the blanket. Derek buttons and zips his pants, then slips his shirt back on.

I point and giggle at the tag under his chin. "It's inside out
and
backwards."

He chuckles and gets himself sorted.

We collapse on the middle of the blanket next to each other and laugh.

"Well, that was fun as hell." His voice is raspy with spent pleasure

I nod with enthusiasm. "Yes, it was." So is mine.

"What's going on with you?" he asks, looking over at me like I'm a riddle he can't solve. "I mean, I'm not complaining. You just surprised me."

I consider telling him about the list, but it doesn't feel right, sharing that with him. That's my secret I have with only Scott. And I want to and should keep it that way.

"After Adam and I broke up, I realized, I hadn't had any crazy college fun because I was in a serious relationship for so long. Hell, he's the only guy I'd ever been with. I decided I wanted to have some fun before I graduated. I wanted to start living. It's nice not being tied down to someone or even a regular job."

Derek stares up at the night sky. "I get that."

I prop up on my elbow. "What about you? Why are you back here?"

He closes his eyes and keeps them shut for a moment before he answers. "My dad's sick. I couldn't go on and use my degree with him like this. So I moved back home to help out. Around here, the best I can do is Home Depot. And I'm about to get a promotion to manager, so the money isn't terrible."

My chest tightens and tears prick my eyes. How fucking awful. "I'm sorry, Derek I had no idea."

He puffs out a loud sigh. "Yeah well, everyone thinks the idiot jock came back home after failing in his football career. But Dad doesn't want people to know yet, so I let them."

"That sucks."

He shrugs. "Yeah. But tonight, I got to have one hell of a time with a gorgeous girl I've been panting after for years, so you helped take my mind off it all."

I huff a small laugh. "I wish I had been with you in high school. I wish I'd known how you felt."

"Adam that bad, huh?"

I figure I can grant him a little honesty in exchange for the secret he shared with me. "I thought he was going to propose on our anniversary, but he ended things. And apparently cheated on me the whole time."

Derek winces. "Oh, man that sucks. What a douchebag."