Derek felt like he was in heaven.
Layla grabbed his cock with both hands now, squeezing up the shaft and circling the tip with her thumb. He groaned again when she swiped across the bead of moisture that had formed at the slit, then stuck her thumb in her mouth to suck it off.
He groaned and stared at her mouth. "Layla..."
"Shhh." She scooted forward and angled her hips over his, guiding his dick under her skirt and between the slick lips of her pussy.
"Holy shit." Derek's hips jerked, and he dropped his hands from her breasts to her hips again. "You're not wearing any fucking panties, either."
She ran her teeth over her lower lip. "I couldn't find any that didn't make me think of you playing connect the dots."
"Fuck."
Any other thought vanished as she sank down on him, encasing him in the tight, wet heat of her pussy. No foreplay. No warning. Nothing.
The sweet scent of her musk filled the car as she moved on him, making him almost delirious with desire. She was wet and ready for him, and he'd barely touched her. It was evidence that he made her just as fucking crazy as she made him. The thought almost made him lose control.
Layla gasped, her muscles tensing before she could take him all the way in. She leaned over him, her breasts inches from his face, her fingers digging into his shoulders.
"You okay?" Derek gritted out. He held himself perfectly still, allowing her to lead the way even thought he might die if he didn't get in her those last few inches. Her heat was so tantalizing. So perfect and tight.
She nodded and let out a slow breath as she shifted her hips slightly. "I told you it's been a while. And you're kinda...large."
"And you're kinda perfect."
He ran his hands up her soft belly, around her ribs. Her skin felt like satin. His fingers flicked the tips of her hard nipples where they dangled in front of him. He wanted to suck on them, but he couldn't reach. It was torture.
She shuddered and moaned, making it even more difficult for him to just sit there, half in and half out of all that heat.
Layla began to rock back and forth, slowly easing down until he was buried completely inside her. As she moved, as tiny moan escaped her lips. The sound seemed to settle in his balls, making him want to come inside her.
Her grip on his shoulders tightened, but the tension that came with making room for him gave way to another kind of tension, one that told him she needed something from him, and it was best to just let her take it however she wanted.
The sensation of her nearly overwhelmed him. The slickness of her as she rolled her hips, moving him in and out, around and around. The way she whimpered every time her clit hit his pelvis. The musk of her arousal and the brush of her hair against his face. The sound of the piano thundering around them.
Derek had never felt so perfectly, deliciously overwhelmed.
He almost came more than once, but he held himself back, waiting for her to find what she was looking for. She was the first woman he'd ever been with without a condom, and he couldn't imagine being with her any other way. There should never be anything between them but this.
He couldn't imagine ever being with anyone else. She was it for him.
Maybe he should have reminded her about using protection, but she knew...she said she was on birth control. And he couldn't make himself stop her now.
Layla kissed him, cupping the sides of his face as she searched his mouth with her tongue. She finally broke away as her movements changed and she set a new rhythm that told of her frantic chase for her own pleasure.
She rose and fell over him, using him, squeezing him, slamming down with enough force that it felt like the tip of his cock touched the entrance of her womb. He could feel it, and when she cried out, her inner muscles sucking and convulsing around him as she came, he cried out, too.
Their moans mingled in the car, covering the music with an even more beautiful sound.
Unable to hold back any longer, Derek grabbed her hips, lifting her and slamming her down over him, thrusting his hips up to meet her. Her hair brushed against his face, bathing him in the scent of all that dark silk.
"Derek..."
She called out his name on a shuddering moan, and he was done for. He drove himself into her one last time, pleasure ripping through his body as he came. Her muscles still quivered around him, tiny flutters that rippled around his cock.
He held her steady as he ground against her, emptied himself inside her. He couldn't get close enough. He couldn't get deep enough.
He just couldn't get enough.
Finally he loosened his grip, the stars clearing from his eyes enough to see her face in the moonlight. Her eyelids were heavy, and her were lips slightly parted and swollen from their kiss. Black strands of hair clung to her neck, sticky with sweat. Derek never wanted to forget the way she looked at this moment.
He brushed the hair from her neck and tangled his fingers in the strands behind her head, pulling her down for another kiss. Her mouth was soft and warm as she rocked against him one last time, just a little, and she shuddered.
"I don't know what you're doing to me, Ms. M." Derek whispered against her lips.
"I told you. It was a bonus." She sat back but didn't get off him.
"It sure feels like it's more than that."
Please let her feel like it's more than that, too.
She looked down at him, an emotion he couldn't read shifting in her dark eyes. Derek's heart sank.
She was going to tell him he was wrong because she knew him so well. He could feel it. But he also thought that maybe, just maybe, she didn't want to.
"I have to tell you something..." Derek couldn't keep the house a secret forever. And maybe if he shared it with her, she'd see that the thumbtack could be replaced with something more permanent.
Then why wouldn't the words come?
You're afraid.
You're afraid she might tell you she liked the idea of a thumbtack more.
"What?" Her thighs tensed and her face shuttered, and he could tell she was getting ready to break the connection.
He'd taken too long to speak, and now she thought she knew what he was going to say.
"You're leaving? Back to your real life?" Layla pushed herself off of him and climbed back over to her seat. She grabbed her sweater and hurried to put it back on. "I knew it was coming. The only surprise is that it took this long."
Derek sat up, pulling the lever to put the back of the car seat upright again. He tugged up his pants and fumbled with the buttons. He felt like there was nothing he could do or say to change what was going to happen. "No. That's not--"
"It's fine." She shrugged. "At least you had one last quick fuck for the road."
Derek's face stung as if she'd slapped him. "Yeah...I'm the one who did the fucking."
She flinched and looked out the window, making him feel like the worlds biggest asshole. "Thanks a lot," she said.
He raked a hand through his hair. This was not how tonight was supposed to end. "Damn it, would you just shut up and listen to me?"
As soon as he said it, he wanted to kick himself. Of course he didn't mean it. It just slipped out. If she would forgive him, he would never make that mistake again.
"Don't tell me to shut up." Her voice was cold.
Her unwillingness to ever give him the benefit of the doubt pissed him off almost as much as her referring to what just happened as a "quick fuck." Derek could feel her slipping away from him, as usual. This time though, he wondered if he should just let it happen.
"Will you ever stop believing the worst about me? Will you ever just listen? You don't fucking know me at all."
"You're right. And you don't know me either." She pulled her keys from the ignition and unplugged her phone, killing the sound of the piano along with the unfamiliar yearning he felt every time they were together. "Fine. What do you want to say?"
Derek looked from her face to where her hand rested on the door handle. Ready to get rid of him, just like last time. His heart turned over under her stare.
He cursed himself for allowing this woman with her passion and her dark eyes to have such power over him. "Nothing. Absolutely nothing."
He opened his car door and stomped toward the road, telling himself it was better to be the one doing the leaving. He paused just past her driveway and watched as she went inside her house and turned off the porch light.
Nothing. That's exactly how he felt. Like absolutely nothing.