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I shook my head as I stormed in the kitchen to grab a paper towel. It was definitely time for me to go back home. When I got to the couch to clean his mess, he grabbed my arm and yanked me towards him. I collapsed across his lap, my face so close to the chips, I could smell the artificial cheese flavor.

“Let me go. Now.”

“Calm down, Shae. You’re upset about nothing.”

I squirmed in his lap, surprised he was able to keep me pinned with only one hand.

“I don’t have to do anything you say. Get off me!”

A yelp in a high-pitched tone I’d never reached before escaped my lips as his free hand cracked across my bottom. I looked at him in horror. He yanked my pants down under my butt with a wicked grin.

“What the he-”

He cracked me on my exposed flesh, harder this time, stopping the expletive that was surely going to slip. I winced from the biting sting, smacking him on the chest.

“You don’t like this?”

“Wha- who would like this? No!” I said, still squirming as I continued to lose the battle.

I gasped when he stuck a finger inside my panties. “If you don’t like it, why are you getting so wet?”

My mouth gaped open and closed, like a fish dying in the open air. My cheek throbbed from his hand. I didn’t like it; it hurt like the dickens. I could hear my pulse pounding as I recovered from the sting, my heart racing from anger.

Only I wasn’t angry. And it wasn’t my heart that was pounding. My eyes widened as I realized Derek was pulling me in even deeper to his salacious world. I didn’t
really
like it, did I?

Seeing my epiphany, he laughed and continued holding me in place. He showed me his hand, which was full of oil and crumbs from the chips.

“What are you doing now?” I asked, the fight in me dissipated.

“Touching you with my greasy, chip fingers.”

“That’s enough. You’re going to ruin my sweater,” I said as he tauntingly lowered his soiled hand closer to me.

“No, I’m not. It’ll come out right as rain when you wash it.”

I tugged my shirt down, but his hand slipped under it. I cringed, shrieking as his dirty fingers slimed over my torso and butt.

“That’s so… gross!” I squealed.

His laughter rumbled in the room. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you make a sound like that before.”

“You’re… tickling me!”

I felt a large crumb slide down my butt crack as he worked his fingers quicker, my body jerking erratically as he tickled me. His laughs were as loud as mine as he watched me squirm.

“Stop. I can’t take it.”

My elbow jerked and hit him in the gut. I heard the air go out of his lungs, and I crashed to the floor in front of him. I sat up on my knees, straightening my pants.

“I’m so sorry. Are you alright?”

He reached behind my head and undid my bun, shaking out my hair.

“I’ve got a beautiful woman on her knees between my legs; I couldn't be better.”

I rolled my eyes and rose to my feet, a cramp in my side from laughing. He grabbed my belt buckle and kept me in place, my crotch at his eye level.

“You have the best laugh. When’s the last time you laughed like that?”

I shifted weight to my other leg. “I couldn’t even tell you. Probably never,” I admitted with a dry laugh.

He inched my body closer to his face. “I will admit though, it’s not my favorite sound of yours. What do you think I like more than the sound of you laughing?”

I shook my head. “I’m still not going to engage in your dirty talk. You can’t make me.”

A faint smile curled his perfect lips. “And I won’t make you.”

He went back to my jeans, peeling them to my knees. Leaning over, he grabbed the waistband of my panties between his teeth, tugging the fabric until the soft cotton pulled between the folds of my sex. I gnawed on my lower lip, the rubbing against my sensitive flesh making my skin prickle. My wetness quickly soaked through the fabric.

He pulled back and released the waistband, the elastic snapping against my pelvis with a loud pop.

“Tell me… exactly what you want.”

I tilted my body towards him, but he backed away.

“I thought you weren’t going to make me.”

He stood, unzipping and dropping his pants. “I’m not going to. I could tell you what
I
want, but I’m sure you can guess.”

He grabbed my hand and stuck it in his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his thick hardness. He let out a soft moan as he guided my hand up and down his shaft a few times, a warm line of his nectar on my palm once I let go. My panties were becoming terribly uncomfortable with moisture, and I couldn’t wait for him to take them off.

“W-where are you going?” I asked once he started walking away.

He shrugged. “Like I said, I’m not going to force you to do anything. But since you won’t tell me what you want, I’m assuming you want nothing. I’m going to go make a sandwich. Want one?”

I paused. “What?”

“Do you… want a sandwich?”

I finally shook my head as he left me in the middle of living room, paralyzed in my stunned silence. I studied the sticky mess on my hand- his essence. No, his
cum
.

“Cum,” I whispered to myself, my cheeks hot as I heard the word come from my lips.

I covered my mouth with my clean hand, giggling like a small child who’d just said a curse word. It was pointless; dirty talk just wasn’t for me. Was it?

12

My skin flushed as I said the word, a rush shooting between my legs. I bit down on my lip; being dirty was becoming too alluring.

I pulled my pants up, the tightness tugging against my super sensitive crotch. I walked into the kitchen, where he’d started frying bacon for his sandwich, looking absolutely appetizing in only a t-shirt and boxers.

I walked past him, turning the burner down a bit. “It’s a little too high. You don’t want to go above this level.”

He nodded. “Thanks.”

I pulled a beer out the fridge for him and poured it in the glass I always saw him drinking out of. He finished preparing his sandwich and cut it in half, smiling at his beer as he leaned against the counter to eat.

He handed me the other half of the sandwich. “Eat.”

“I’m not hungry.”

He took a bite of his half and presented the sandwich to my lips. “I want you to eat.”

My eyes narrowed.
And I want you to screw me. But we don’t always get what we want, do we?

After emptying my stomach earlier, I was quite hungry. And the sandwich smelled amazing. I opened my mouth and took a bite.

“Good girl,” he said before finishing the rest of the half with one bite.

He picked up the other half and put it to my lips once I finished chewing, feeding me each bite until it was gone. I wiped my mouth with a napkin, carefully inspecting the floor for any dropped food.

“Is it getting warmer in here?” I asked as he turned to take a drink of his beer.

“No, you’re just horny.”

I scoffed.

He smiled. “Now that I think about it. Yes, it is a little.”

He lifted his shirt over his head, leaving him in just his underwear. I couldn't help but glance at his center and saw his still partially erect member casually dangling out of his boxers. I glanced up at his eyes, and he winked.

He went back to the living room and finished off the pile of chips on the couch. I winced as he swept the crumbs on the floor. I picked up the shirt he dropped in the kitchen, and went to pick up the pants he left in the living room.

“What are you doing?”

I looked up at him. “Putting these away.”

His lip turned down. “No.”

“It’ll only take a second.”

“Put… the clothes… down.”

My eyes widened at his stern voice. I dropped the pile on the floor and tossed my hands up in defeat. “Okay. Don’t beat me up about it.”

My butt still throbbed from where he’d slapped me and I had to force myself not to smile. Maybe if I picked the clothes up again, he would take the pun literally and take me back over his lap.

I sat on the couch next to him, ignoring the fact that I was sitting in chip oil. “Can I have my hair tie back?”

He shook his head, staring at the elastic band around his wrist.

“I’m getting hot. I need to pull my hair up.”

“You’ll cool off real nicely if you just take off that sweater and those jeans.”

My eyes narrowed.

“Want to watch a movie? I’ll let you choose.”

I leaned back. “You can pick.”

He smiled like he’d won some victory, but the war was still on. He was trying to get me to say something dirty to him, but I had no intention of budging. I wasn’t in the mood to watch a movie, but it was a good diversion.

He chose a movie and went into the kitchen, coming back with a bottle of wine. When he sat back on the couch, his thigh touched mine. I had no problem admitting to myself I wanted his body. But I wasn’t going to play his little game. It seemed like my attempt at one last night with him wasn’t going to happen.

I filled a glass with wine, sipping to distract myself. He rested his arm on the back of the couch, leaning into me as the movie started. After my first glass, he swiped a bead of sweat off my neck.

“You’re getting all sweaty and dirty… and gross.” He scrunched up his nose like he was disgusted, mocking me. “That has to be driving you
crazy
.”

I sneered at his amused expression, but I could no longer deny the truth. The wine certainly didn’t help- I was burning up. I lifted my sweater over my head, sighing as the air hit my clammy skin.

“Pants too.”

“I don’t need my pants off. This is good.”

His hand trailed up my inner thigh to my center.

“You’re scorching,” he said, his palm rubbing my center. My body heated even more. “I don’t want you to overheat. Fevers can give you brain damage, you know.”

He looked at me to respond, but all I could do was laugh. He was so ridiculous. I rolled my eyes, my hands hovering over my pants. I slipped out of them, and he pulled our bodies together.

“Holding me isn’t going to help us cool off.”

“It’s worth it,” he said as he sprawled out on the couch and spooned me from behind. “I hope you don’t mind this position; it’s the best position on a couch. But you’re not trying to sleep, so I’m assuming my skin on you is okay?”

“Whatever.”

He could laugh all he wanted to about my lack of a desire to spoon; bet I slept better than he did. Then again, his body did feel pretty nice behind me, his curves providing a comfortable level of support.

He finished his glass of wine and rested his arm across my waist, his hand hovering right by my sex. So close, I could feel the heat radiating, but not close enough to touch.

“Are you alright?” He asked a few minutes later, his breath startling my sensitive skin.

“Yeah, why?”

“You’re breathing faster.”

“I’m fine.”

I shifted, nuzzling my backside into his lap, his erection twitching between us.

“Do you want anything?” he asked in a low voice. “More wine, popcorn, a pillow, or… anything?”

I shook my head. He wasn’t going to win. “Nope. Great movie, by the way,” I said, although I wasn’t paying attention.

“I wouldn’t know. I haven't been paying attention,” he said, his hand finally making contact with my skin. He smoothed it over my belly and down to my panties.

“Is this making you uncomfortable?” he asked as his hand trailed over the wetness of my panties. “I mean, do you need to take them off? To get comfortable?”

I shook my head. “N-no.”

I arched into his hand, but he pulled it away and rested it on my thigh.

The movie ended, but neither one of us made any attempt to reach for the remote. My body was on fire; it was literally painful.

I felt every breath, every slight shift of our bodies, every throb of the member resting against me.

“No,” I shouted out again when he shifted to grab the remote.

“You don’t want me to move?”

I gnawed on the inside of my cheek. “No, I don’t.”

“So, what do you want?”

I sighed. White flag. Treaty signed. I lost. “I… I don’t know.”

“You obviously want something.”

I giggled; why on earth was I giggling? A sign of my discomfort, no doubt.

“I don’t know. I would like… you.”

I felt naughty just speaking those words. I knew it wasn’t as explicit as he would’ve liked, but I just couldn’t imagine myself speaking in any more detail. He knew what I meant, and he knew how badly I wanted him. If he pushed me much further, he was just being cruel.

“What would you like me to do?”

“I want you to do what you do to me.”

His hands finally moved as he peeled my panties down mid-thigh, slipping his erection between my legs. The rock hard shaft easily slicked between my folds, tickling my hardened clit. “Like this?”

My body stiffened. “More,” I whispered.

He pressed his tip against my opening. “Now what?”

“Uh- I…”

He unhooked my bra and kissed my back as I stuttered through trying to communicate my desires.

“Don’t be ashamed to ask for what you want. I think it’s fucking sexy.”

“I just want you know, the usual things to happen. I never really had to think about it before.”

“About what you want?”

I nodded.

“So how did your ex please you if he never asked what you wanted?”

“Uh…”

He scoffed. “Nevermind. Don’t answer that. I’m liking this guy less and less by the day. You deserve everything you could ever want- and more. You deserve pleasure you’ve never anticipated possible. And I’ll give it all to you, Shae. But first, you have to tell me.”

He pressed into me until his head stretched me open. My womanhood clenched around him, but he wasn’t giving me any more of what I wanted until I gave him what he wanted.

I gulped loudly, truly accepting defeat. “F-fuck,” I whispered.

He leaned closer to my mouth. “What was that?”

“I would like for you to… fuck me.” I cringed at the words, but didn’t have time to question my ladyhood as he plunged inside of me.

“What do you want me to do?”

“Fuck me,” I said louder.”