Home for the Holidays

By Caitlin Wilson

Kaye had rather reluctantly come home for the holidays. It hadn’t been her favorite time of the year for a very long time. Too many unreasonable expectations; too much drama. And as her siblings had married and had children, it just got more hectic and less restful. The last few years, Kaye had managed to come up with acceptable excuses to stay away – she had to work, she hadn’t been able to find a reasonable airfare, or she had been invited home with her boyfriend. This year, none of those excuses would work – her office would be closed for the week, she lived close enough to drive, and she had broken up with her last boyfriend shortly after last year’s ill-fated holiday season.

With all the family coming in to town, it was going to be a little crowded at her folks’ house. Kaye’s closest sibling, her big brother Scotty, still lived in town, so her agreement to come home had been contingent on her being able to stay at his place. His girlfriend had her own apartment, so Kaye would mostly have Scotty’s place to herself.

He greeted her at the door with a cold beer and a bear-hug. Being the awesome big brother that he was, he also took her bags from her and stowed them in the office-slash-guest room where she’d be sleeping.

“How was the drive?” he called down the hall.

“It sucked. Everybody and their mother and their mother’s cousin’s best friend’s boyfriend are out there driving like an ass.”

“Well, I’m glad you made it unscathed.”

“Oh, I’m plenty scathed,” Kaye grumbled. “You just can’t see it.”

“Have a drink, little sister. Chill out,” Scotty scolded, pulling a beer of his own from the fridge.

Kaye took a deep breath and let it out slowly, curling the fingers of her free hand into a yoga posture. “I’m chilling,” she said, and took a sip of her beer.

They collapsed on the couch and spent the next few hours catching up, the Mythbusters marathon playing in the background on Scotty’s big-screen TV. Slowly, Kaye felt some of the stress of traveling and anticipating the holiday drama start to dissipate.

“Are you going to the folks’ for dinner?” he asked.

“Not if I can help it,” Kaye answered. “I’m putting off the forced family fun for as long as possible.”

“I hear ya. I already told them I’m hanging out with Sara tonight.”

Sara and Scotty had only been dating for about a year, but things seemed to be going well, and Scotty confided that he was thinking about asking her to move in. Kaye smiled wryly. She was sure that Scotty, being the next sibling in line, was feeling a little pressure to “find a nice girl and settle down,” as the parents put it. Even at twenty-three, Kaye’s position as the baby of the family still bought her a little leeway. Maybe it was the five existing grandchildren that kept her mom from asking when Kaye was going to start popping them out.

“What about you, little sister,” Scotty asked. “Whose ass do I need to be worried about kicking these days?”

“Nobody’s,” she said, with a hint of relief in her voice. Scotty took his role as protective big brother very seriously. “The last guy was the jackass who slept with his ex. But I told you about that, right?”

“That asshole. He asks you to go away with him for the holidays last year, thinking you’re going to be so swept off your feet that you’ll sleep with him, and then when you don’t put out, he winds up fucking his ex instead. I wish you had let me kick his ass,” Scotty growled.

“I appreciate the sentiment, big brother, but he was so not worth your time and effort.”

“Yeah, well, it would’ve made me feel better,” he grumbled. “Anybody who messes with my sister had better be prepared for the consequences.”

“Get outta here, you big lug.” Kaye gave him an affectionate shove. “Don’t you have a woman of your own to attend to, instead of harassing me?”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” he answered, pushing himself up from the couch. “I’m going. Make yourself at home, sister of mine. I’m glad you’re here.”

“Me too, brother of mine. I’m gonna take a nice, long, hot bath and use up all your hot water, and then run up a bunch of pay-per-view charges, okay?” she asked teasingly.

“Okay,” he retorted. “As long as it’s not porn.”

“Well,” Kaye grinned. “Now that you mention it…”

Scotty slapped his hands over his ears. “No, no, no, no, no. I’m gonna pretend I didn’t hear that. I’m outta here.” He shook his finger at her. “You behave.”

“I’ll behave if you do,” she shot back, grinning.

Scotty smiled, hugged her, and grabbed his overnight bag, waving as he stepped out the door.

Kaye turned the lock behind her brother and grabbed another beer out of the fridge on her way to the bathroom. She stopped in the guest room to get her pajamas, already anticipating curling up on the couch after a nice, hot bath. In the bathroom, she shimmied out of her jeans and top and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror.

Her shoulder-length, honey-blonde hair was escaping from the hasty twist she had put it up in this morning. Her blue-grey eyes looked tired, but if she gave a little pout with her full lips, she managed to look seductively sleepy-eyed instead of exhausted, as she felt. She ran her hands down her sides to rest on her hips. She still had a way to go, she thought, but she was way happier with her body this year since starting yoga and bellydancing. Her curves were firmer, her waist narrower. Now if she could just do something about her breasts. She had always wanted smaller, perkier breasts, with tiny, upturned nipples. Instead, she had full, heavy breasts, with areolae that were just slightly pinker than her flesh, and nipples that were just slightly pinker than that – big, eraser-like nipples that always seemed to pop up at the most inopportune times. Kaye lifted them in her hands and sighed. At least they pointed forward instead of down, she shrugged.

Kaye turned on the water in the tub, a little hotter than strictly necessary. She was unsurprised to find scented bath gel under the sink. It had to be Sara’s, since Scotty just did not strike her as a milk-and-honey kind of guy. A good drizzle of the gel soon produced mounds of bubbles, and Kaye closed her eyes in bliss as she sank into them.

Long moments passed as she slowly felt her muscles relaxing. She absentmindedly began scooping up handfuls of bubbles and smoothing them along her arms, her shoulders, her neck. Gradually she noticed that the light touch was making goose-bumps rise on her skin, making her nipples draw tight. She drew her thumbs over them, and felt the echo of sensation pool between her thighs.

She dropped her head back, sighing in frustration, almost wishing she had slept with the guy from her yoga class. She pictured his broad shoulders, trim waist, the dimples above his tight ass, but most of all, the way his strong hands held her hips as she turned into the triangle pose. She felt the warmth gathering in her pussy and slid one hand down to cover her mound, glad that she hadn’t skipped her bikini wax this month. She brushed over the small, short patch of blond hair, then lower, slipping a finger between the bare, swollen lips. She shuddered as her finger skimmed over her clit and down, feeling the moisture there, thicker, slicker than the hot, soapy bathwater.

The fingers of her other hand drifted over her nipples, lightly brushing, teasing. The sensitive skin crinkled, the nipples hardening almost painfully. She pinched them, easing and intensifying the ache at the same time.

Impatiently, Kaye slid further into the bubbles, propping her feet against the far wall, letting her thighs fall open to rest on the sides of the tub. She dragged her nails over her breasts, belly, thighs, and then plunged two fingers into her pussy. She groaned and pressed two fingers of her other hand over her clit. With each stroke of her fingers, she felt herself climb higher towards the peak. Usually, she liked to prolong the sensations, slowly build up to it, but she was impatient to feel the coiling tension in her belly snap and suffuse her limbs with that warm, lazy satisfaction. And with a few more strokes, she was there, hovering on the edge. She plunged a third finger into her pussy and felt her breath catch, her thighs clench, and then she was coming, falling into space, hips bucking under the pressure on her clit, each tremor spreading a warm glow through her body until she was weak with it.

She took a deep, shuddering breath and let it out slowly, gradually coming back to herself. She stretched languidly and slowly slid up to a sitting position. The world seemed decidedly less stressful. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad week, after all.

She pulled the plug to drain the tub, freed what little of her hair remained in its twist, and showered unhurriedly, making good on her promise to use up all of Scotty’s hot water. She rinsed her hair under the cooling spray and finally shut it off. She was more relaxed than she had been in weeks.

As she stepped out of the tub, Kaye was surprised to hear a knock at the door. Hurriedly, she tugged on her black yoga pants and tank top, and twisted her hair up in the towel to keep it from dripping. She raced to the door and yanked it open, and her jaw dropped. All her newfound relaxation evaporated.

Standing on the front stoop was none other than Derrick Fucking Pierce. He looked just as surprised to see Kaye, but at his gaze slid over her, she could feel her nipples harden and press against her thin top. He would be able to see her tiny silver belly ring above the low waist of her pants, and though she had just had an orgasm minutes ago, she felt a tightening deep inside, just from the way he looked at her.

Derrick looked as good as she remembered – shaved head and dark brows making his strikingly blue eyes look even more piercing. If the guy from yoga class was eye candy, Derrick was the whole fucking candy store. She marveled over the way his shirt clung to the muscles of his shoulders, arms, and chest, and felt her throat tighten when she noticed how his jeans clung to his thick thighs. Embarrassed at her reaction, she snapped her eyes back to his face, only to see that wicked, knowing smirk twisting his lips; that smirk she knew meant he knew she was staring at him like he was a thick, juicy steak and she was a starving woman.

“Hey there, Kaye,” he said, voice husky and low.

Kay swallowed hard. “Hey, yourself.”

“I’d forgotten that Scotty said you were coming home this year. Is he around?”

Kaye licked her suddenly dry lips. “He’s staying the night at Sara’s.”

“Ah. Well. I’ll catch him later, then,” Derrick shrugged.

“Actually,” Kaye started. “I had a long drive all by myself today, and it’d be kind of nice to have some company for a while.” Internally, she rolled her eyes. Of all the lame excuses to get Derrick to come inside. “Would you want to have a beer with me?”

Derrick grinned. “Sure, why not?”

Kaye let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding and gestured him inside.

“Beer’s in the fridge. I’m gonna go hang up this towel.”

She dragged the towel off of her head and threw it over the shower curtain rod to dry, then impulsively checked herself in the mirror. Just as she suspected, her nipples were clearly visible through the thin cotton. She pressed her palms over them, trying to get them to go down, but instead of helping, the pressure just sent another curl of warmth spiraling into her belly. She combed her fingers through her hair and took a deep breath. It was just Derrick, Scotty’s friend. He’d never noticed her before, so why was she worried about how she looked now? Because she’d had a crush on Derrick since she was fourteen and her eighteen year old brother had brought a new friend to the house.

Over the years, their paths would cross from time to time, when Scotty was home from school, and then when Kaye was home during college breaks. She had watched Derrick go from adorable to painfully hot. Every time she saw him, her crush was renewed. Some of her first dirty thoughts involved Derrick Pierce. She knew he worked now as a martial arts instructor and as a personal trainer, which would explain the unbelievably ripped body. She did not need to be lusting after her brother’s best friend. But it would be a lot easier if he wasn’t so damned gorgeous.

Kaye returned to find Derrick sprawled on the couch, shoes off the way Scotty insisted, one arm stretched across the back, one ankle propped on the opposite knee. He looked delicious. He motioned to the beer he’d set out for her and took a long drink of his own before fixing her with his gaze again.

“It’s been, what, four years since I saw you last?” he asked.

Kaye nodded. She had been nineteen and had sent him all the signals she had in her limited repertoire, to no avail.

“You’re done with college, right?”

“Yeah, for a couple of years.”

“Damn,” he said. “Time flies. You look good,” he said, stopping her breath. “You been working out?”

In a voice she hoped wasn’t as strangled as it sounded in her head, she replied, “Yoga. And bellydance.”

He cocked an eyebrow. “Bellydance?”

She nodded. “Like Shakira.”

“No way,” he said, raising both eyebrows in approval. “Show me.”

Kaye felt her heart stop. She had been dancing for about a year, but only with her class and at home, never in front of anyone else. Derrick must’ve seen the deer-in-headlights look in her eyes, because his tone turned cajoling.

“Come on, it’s just me.”

“Yeah,” Kaye breathed. “That’s the problem.”

Kaye knew she was doing well in class for only having been dancing for a year. Her instructor regularly complimented her form and posture. But this was Derrick. She took a deep breath. Maybe if she danced for him, he’d stop seeing her as just Scotty’s little sister. She nodded, resolved.

She rolled her shoulders back, placed her wrists on her hips, and did a short warm-up drill of hip circles and figure eights, shimmies, and arm waves, ending with her hips cocked and wrists crossed above her head.

As she danced, she felt a slight flush crawl up her throat into her cheeks. She had tried to keep her eyes on the wall above Derrick’s head, but she had seen the look in his eyes deepen from curiosity to something darker. And that look gave her confidence. He was not looking at her like somebody’s little sister – he was looking at her like something he’d like to sink his teeth into. She let herself meet his hungry gaze and return it. Her tongue flickered out to moisten her suddenly dry lips, and Derrick flinched. He took a long drink of his beer and cleared his throat.

“Dancing like that, you must be beating the men off with a stick.”

“Ha!” She knew he had intended it as a compliment, but it was so far from the truth that it instead managed to deflate some of her budding confidence. “Yeah, right.”

“Aw, come on. Scotty’s always telling me he’s gonna kick some guy or other’s ass.”

“Oh please,” Kaye rolled her eyes. “That’s just ’cause he’s my brother.” She picked up her beer and took a sip.

“Any brother would be terrified to have you as a sister, Kaye.” Derrick’s voice was a low rumble.

Her eyes widened. He suddenly looked predatory, and the tension in his body made him look like a stalking tiger.

“You really have no idea, do you?” he said. The look he shot her was almost a glare, and it caught her totally off guard. “Fuck.” He drew his hands over his face. “Because of guys like me, Kaye.”

Kaye stared at him in disbelief. In an easy, fluid motion, he set down his beer and stood up. Startled, Kaye backed up a step.

“Do you have any idea how impossible it has been to keep my hands off you all these years? The thoughts I had about you when you were just sixteen – thoughts like that could send a man to jail. The summertime was the worst. You’d be running around in those short damned cutoffs, twitching that round little ass. It made my dick so hard, I thought I’d have permanent zipper marks. And it was wrong, and I knew it was wrong, and I couldn’t help it. The only thing that kept me from taking you to bed once you turned eighteen was the fact that your brother would slit my throat if he found out.”

Kaye’s breath caught in her throat. Derrick had wanted her. He still wanted her. And as he spoke, he came closer.

“And you still have no idea how fucking sexy you are, standing there with your damp hair and bare feet.”

She backed up another step, feeling like a prey animal under the hungry gaze of the beast she knew was about to devour her.

“Are you gonna run from me now, Kaye? After all this time? After inviting me in?”

She took another step and collided with the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room. Derrick covered the short distance between them before she could decide what to do. She was clasping her beer bottle in front of her like some sort of security blanket. Derrick slipped it from her grasp with no resistance and set in on the counter. He put both palms on the countertop, framing her within them, his big, hard body close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him but still not touching her.

He dipped his head toward her, the clean male scent of him wrapping around her.

“You smell good enough to fucking eat,” he growled.

She shivered, felt her nipples harden impossibly, felt her belly clench. He was sizing her up like a snack, and she was getting wet. If she had to admit it, being around Derrick always made her wet, but this was worse. She felt helpless against the full effect of his solid male flesh and deep, dark voice.

He fixed her with his paralyzing blue gaze.

“Kaye.” Her name rumbled from his lips. “You’d better tell me now. If this isn’t something you want, you’d better say so. ’Cause I’m about to risk being murdered by the best friend I have for taking his little sister to bed.”

She stifled a gasp. He wasn’t pulling any punches. And though she hadn’t planned on it happening so fast, Kaye couldn’t deny that this was what she had been dreaming about since she first understood what sex was.

Her fingers clenched into fists by her side. She lifted her chin and licked her lips, and Derrick took it for the invitation it was.

He slanted his mouth over hers, possessive, demanding. He licked and nipped at her lips, tangled his tongue with hers, stealing her breath as well as her resistance.

Fuck, he had a tongue ring. And that hard little silver bar slid over her tongue with a sensual promise.

Her breasts felt heavy and her nipples ached, and as she arched against him, wanting to be devoured, she could feel the hard length of his cock against her belly. She jerked back in surprise, then smiled against his mouth and pressed herself against him again. He wanted her, and the evidence was undeniable.

He growled low in his throat, and she felt it rumble through her, settling between her thighs, making her pussy clench. All he had done was kiss her, and she knew she was wetter than she’d ever been for anyone before.

She lifted her hands to his chest and spread her fingers over the broad expanse of it. She felt him jerk at her touch, the muscles bunching under her fingertips as she slid them over his t-shirt, grazing his tight nipples to feel the silver rings that hung there. Before the night was out, she was going to get her teeth on those little rings. They had been taunting her for far too long – ever since the first summer he came to swim at their house. At fourteen, she had been scandalized at the idea of a guy piercing his nipples. And she had been fascinated by the intricate dragon that curled itself over Derrick’s perfectly sculpted back, shoulders, chest, and abdomen. He and her brother had similar tribal tattoos on their biceps, but Derrick had another one around his calf, and a cryptic one on his inner right forearm that read “Trust is Earned” that just added to the bad-boy image he cultivated (though his unfailing politeness to her parents would’ve ruined his reputation).

As if sensing Kaye’s little daydream, Derrick fisted his hands in her hair, bringing her back to the moment and drawing a little mewl of surprise from her lips. She opened her eyes to see him staring at her with unchecked lust.

He grabbed her hips and lifted her onto the counter, bumping her thighs apart with his hips and drawing her snug against the hard length of him.

He nipped and licked along her jaw to her ear, and in an almost inaudible rumble, whispered, “Your pussy is so fucking hot I can feel it. It feels so good, baby, but you know what I want? I want to see those pretty breasts of yours. I can already see your nipples, pressing through your thin little camisole. They’ve been distracting me since I walked in the door, and it only got worse when they started to sway with your hips.”

He drew the backs of his fingers over the exposed skin of her belly, making her shake with need.

“Show me those pretty breasts, Kaye,” he breathed.

No one had ever asked her to undress herself. The guys who got that far were always too impatient, pushing and tugging at her clothes at the first sign that she wouldn’t object. With trembling fingers, she tugged at the hem of her tank top, slowly drawing it up her torso. As she drew the fabric just above her nipples, she suddenly felt too exposed and covered her breasts with her hands.

“Look at me,” he rumbled, the tone of his voice brooking no argument.

She took a deep breath and met his burning blue gaze. What she saw there took her breath away and filled her body with a sweet, unbearable tension.

“Show me.” His voice was firm, almost demanding, but instead of frightening her, it bolstered her.

She pulled the tank top up and off and let her hands fall to her sides, where they brushed against his. He encircled her wrists in his strong fingers and held her there as he drank in the sight of her. Her nipples were unbelievably tight, her breasts flushed and heavy with arousal.

His voice came in a strangled growl. “Fuck. I knew they’d be perfect, but I didn’t know your nipples looked like hard candy, and I have waited far too long to taste them.” He nipped at her lower lip, her chin, the pulse throbbing in her neck, then drew a long line with his tongue from the hollow of her throat to one aching, trembling nipple. He grazed the tip with his teeth, making her shiver, then wrapped his lips around it and drew it into his mouth.

Kaye’s wanted to watch – the sight of him was so damned sexy, but then he looked up at her with those intensely blue eyes, and it was too much. Her head dropped back and the moan that bubbled up from her throat was unrecognizable to her own ears.

He laved at her nipples, keeping his hands wrapped around her wrists, pinning them to her sides. She wanted to feel his hands on her, squeezing, pinching. She wanted to get her hands on him, trace the outline of his tattoo with her fingertips and then her tongue. She tried to pull her wrists from his grasp, but that just made him tighten his grip.

“Derrick,” she gasped, as his teeth tightened around her nipple almost to the point of pain, but with delicious ripples of pleasure right behind it.

“Don’t,” he growled.

“I want to touch you,” she moaned.

“Later.”

Not content with that answer, Kaye wrapped her legs around Derrick’s hips, feeling the smooth, tight muscles of his lower back, the cool leather of his belt, and the rough denim of his jeans against her calves through the thin fabric of her yoga pants.

His growl rumbled against her skin and vibrated through her body, making her pussy clench. He licked and sucked at the flesh of her breast, the sensitive underside, the soft, ticklish spot just shy of her underarm, up over her collarbone, which he nipped with his teeth, to the base of her throat. He locked his mouth over the pulse pounding there.

Kaye’s entire body trembled. She had no idea that she could feel this way from the touch of a man’s mouth alone. But, she reminded herself, this wasn’t just any man. This was Derrick Pierce – the stuff of her dirtiest daydreams.

Derrick’s mouth slid up and over her neck, his tongue laving at the sensitive spot behind her jaw. Another long, strangled moan escaped her lips, and Derrick captured her mouth again and swallowed it.

When he pulled away, it left her breathless. She dazedly opened her eyes to see him staring down at her with an intensity that was almost frightening.

“Dayum, Kaye” he breathed. “You’re gonna make me lose my mind. But I am not fucking you on this counter.” He wrapped her arms around his neck and gathered her against him, her breasts flattening against his broad chest. He lifted her effortlessly from the counter and carried her into the guest room.

As he lowered her to the tall double bed, he whispered in that low, smoky voice, “You do know your brother is going to murder me when he finds out.”

Kaye swallowed hard. Scotty had spent the better part of his life trying to keep boys away from her. But she wasn’t a little girl anymore.

“I’m a big girl now, Derrick. I think I can make my own decisions.”

“And damn the consequences,” he growled and covered her mouth again with his.

He pressed her into the mattress and peeled her limbs from him, then stood again and pulled his shirt over his head. Kaye actually felt her mouth water at the sight of him, the muscles of his chest tight with controlled power, his corded forearms and biceps, and his thickly muscled abdomen.

He pressed her thighs apart with his knees and lowered himself to her again. She raised her hands to his face and ran her fingertips over his dark brows, high cheekbones, and lightly stubbled jaw. He turned his face into her palm and kissed her there before grasping her wrists again and pinning them above her head with one of his big hands.

The other hand, he ran down the inside of her arm, drawing goosebumps to the surface. He skimmed his fingers over her breast, and her nipples pebbled at the feather-light touch. He drew the backs of his fingers down her side, making her shiver. He ran his hand over her hip, over her belly, then lower, cupping her through the thin fabric of her pants and drawing a startled gasp from her lips.

“Mmm,” he murmured against her neck. “Your pussy is so fucking hot.” He ground his palm against her, his fingers pressing her pants between her folds. His eyes snapped to her face and a wicked grin twisted his lips. “You bad girl,” he rumbled. “You’re not wearing any panties.”

Kaye shivered under his teasing gaze. “You showed up just as I was getting out of the shower,” she sighed. “I was just going to go to sleep – I didn’t think I needed any.”

“Oh, you’re gonna pay for that.”

In one motion, he dragged her pants down her thighs and flipped her onto her stomach. Kaye’s squeal of surprise quickly turned into a shivering moan as she felt Derrick’s hand on her ass, caressing, kneading. The quick, hard slap that followed made Kaye’s breath catch in her throat. Another slap drew a sharp cry from her lips. He was spanking her? Another slap brought a flush burning up her throat to her face. And then Derrick’s hand was caressing her again, smoothing away the sting, sliding across to the other cheek. Back and forth he went, spanking, caressing, kneading her flesh, alternately drawing little cries and moans from deep within her. Kaye had no idea a spanking could feel so… erotic. As he reddened her ass, she could feel the tightness building in her clit, the moisture pooling between her thighs.

And just as quickly as it had started, it stopped. She felt the weight of him shift away from her. She lifted her head in confusion. Derrick was standing by the bed, grinning that wicked grin at her. He crooked a finger at her.

“Now get over here and suck my cock,” he growled, one sexy eyebrow arched as if he half expected her to refuse.

Kaye sucked in a sharp breath, eyes widening in surprise. He didn’t think she’d do it. Kaye returned his wicked smile, and leaving her yoga pants bunched around her thighs, dropped to her knees beside the bed. This, she could do. This, she had done – and it had been Derrick’s face, Derrick’s body, Derrick’s cock in her mind’s eye every time.

With trembling fingers, she reached for his belt buckle. She fumbled with it for a moment, knowing that her excitement must have seemed like inexperience. Then the buckle was open and she was working the button open as well. She lifted her face to him and watched his eyes as she slowly slid the zipper down. His smile broadened, though his eyes remained darkly hooded with lust.

Kaye drew his fly open, wondering if his boxers would be silk, cotton, plaid, printed… and her breath caught in her throat again to find that he wore none. Her eyes flashed up to his.

“You bad boy,” she breathed. “You’re not wearing any panties,” she echoed his earlier scolding of her.

“Oh, a smart-mouth, eh?” he grinned. He fisted his hands in her hair and drew her toward him. “I’ve got something for that, you know.”

Kaye wrapped her fingers around the thick base of Derrick’s cock, drew her tongue up the shaft, and swirled her tongue around the tip. He was big. Bigger than she had expected. Bigger than she was used to. She smiled to herself; she was up for the challenge. She licked and sucked at the tip, taking him slightly deeper each time until she could feel his cock at the back of her throat. Kaye had never taken a cock as big as Derrick’s down her throat, but she wanted to. She wanted to feel it trigger her gag reflex, feel her throat constrict around it, see the shuddering look of pleasure on his face when he felt it. Kaye cupped one hand around his balls and put the other hand on his hip to pull him against her. Derrick groaned.

“Fuck, Kaye. Let me see those pretty eyes while I fuck your mouth.”

She raised her eyes to him and relaxed the muscles of her throat. And he fucked her. Working his cock deeper, inch by inch, then pulling it free, covering his cock and her lips, her chin, her tits with saliva. His head dropped back as his hips pumped against her, and when he looked back down at her, his smile was wide and satisfied. His blue eyes blazed as he drew back. He grabbed her by the upper arms and half lifted, half threw her onto the bed, stripped off his jeans, yanked her yoga pants off, and spread her legs wide.

The wicked grin was back as he lowered his mouth to the inside of her thigh. He licked and nipped and sucked his way down to the little valley between thigh and pussy. Kaye moaned, her whole body coiled tight under his ministrations.

When Derrick drew his tongue through her dripping slit, Kaye thought she would come out of her skin. With two fingers, he spread her pussy open. His tongue was sweet and hot against her, licking, sucking, thrusting inside her, flicking over her clit with his lips locked tightly over it.

“God, Kaye, your pussy is so fucking hot. And wet.” He slipped the tip of one finger inside and she felt her pussy clench around it. He groaned, and his finger sank deeper. He flicked his tongue over her clit again and her hips bucked.

Kaye watched as he slowly withdrew his finger, drawing a whimper of protest from her lips. Her next breath strangled in her throat as she watched Derrick suck that finger into his mouth, then another. He met her gaze and held it as he ran both fingers over her clit, her slick inner lips, and the opening of her pussy. He pressed them against her, sliding in slowly, and she felt her pussy stretch around his thick fingers, opening for him and clamping against him at the same time. Slowly, he worked his fingers in to the last knuckle. Kaye gave a little whimpering cry. As wet as she was, she was afraid Derrick was going to notice her inexperience soon.

“Fuck, Kaye, your pussy is tight,” he breathed. He pulled his fingers out again, added a third, licked them, slicked them in the moisture pouring from her, and Kaye could only watch in rapt amazement as he pressed three fingers against her tight hole. Two had been more than a snug fit, there was no way he was getting three in.

His eyes rolled back for a second before snapping shut. “So fucking tight.”

A strangled little moan escaped her lips as Derrick lapped at her clit, slowly twisting his fingers, not even a single knuckle deep inside her. She bucked and writhed beneath him, every flick of his tongue over her clit sending sparks through her body, making her thighs shake, her belly tremble, her nipples ache.

His eyes flashed open, piercing her again with that unfathomable blue. “Kaye.” His voice was dark and husky. “Tell me you are not a fucking virgin, Kaye.”

Kaye swallowed hard. She wanted to sink through the floor. She clutched at the blankets, wishing she could draw them over herself so she wouldn’t feel so suddenly exposed. But she was still impaled on three of Derrick’s fingers, almost. She felt like a child, caught with her hand in the cookie jar – though that was the wrong metaphor; after all, it was really Derrick’s hand that was in the cookie jar at the moment. The thought would’ve made her giggle if she hadn’t felt so trapped.

She took a shuddering breath. “I can’t,” she whispered.

He looked at her, hard, for a moment, and she felt more than heard the growl rumbling from his chest. “Fuck!” He snapped his teeth and yanked his fingers from inside her, shoved himself up and off the bed, and stalked to the other side of the room.

Kaye sat up, drawing her knees against her chest and wrapping her arms around them, shielding as much of herself from him as possible.

When he turned around to face her again, his expression was dark, but with desire or fury, she couldn’t tell. His cock stood at full attention, clearly not as put off by the revelation of her virginity as Derrick’s conscience seemed to be.

“Goddamn it, Kaye. How can you suck cock like that and still be a virgin?”

Kaye glanced up at him, gauging his seriousness. She drew a shuddering breath.

“Well,” she said. “If you’re in a relationship, and you’re not going to let your boyfriend fuck you, you’d better figure out how to keep him happy some other way. So I’ve had a bit of practice.”

“And you never fucked any of them? Why not?”

“I guess it’s like the tattoo on your arm says. ‘Trust is earned.’ I guess I never really trusted them.”

“Kaye, it was bad enough that I was going to fuck my best friend’s little sister, but to take her virginity…” He ran a hand over his jaw in a frustrated gesture.

“Derrick,” Kaye snapped. “It’s not like I’m some simpering little sixteen year old who doesn’t know what the fuck she’s doing. You’re not taking advantage of me, for god’s sake. Do you not remember me practically throwing myself at you four years ago?”

Derrick gave her a long look, realization dawning in his eyes.

“Is that what you were doing?” He gave her a wry smile. “Baby, it’s not that I don’t want to fuck you – I think you can tell I do,” he gestured to his unflagging erection. “But I think you might be waiting for something I can’t give you.”

“Dammit, Derrick, I’m not looking for a husband. I’m not looking for forever. I just want the first guy I sleep with to be someone I trust.”

“And you trust me? You barely know me.”

“I know you, Derrick. I trust you. And I want you. I’ve wanted you for years. And you’ve already admitted you wanted me, too.” Kaye swallowed a frustrated groan. If she couldn’t convince him with words, maybe she could convince him with her body. She lay back and propped herself on one elbow, then ran the fingernails of her other hand down her neck, over her breast, pinching her nipple on the way, over the curve of her belly and swell of her hip, then she drew her leg up, pointing her toe toward the ceiling, thankful for the flexibility that yoga had given her. She ran her fingers through the soft dusting of hair over her mound and slipped two fingers into her pussy.

“Now,” she breathed. “Is your cock gonna be the first to slide inside this tight, little innocent pussy? Or do I need to find somebody else.”

Derrick’s growl was all the answer she needed.

“Goddamn it, Kaye, you may be a virgin, but you are far from innocent.”

He stalked back to the bed, blue eyes glittering with lust. He knelt next to her, cock bobbing at eye level.

“Get me wet,” he demanded. One hand went behind her head, guiding her to him. The other hand covered her own, pressing her fingers deeper into her pussy. While she swallowed his cock, he fucked her with her own fingers, then slipped his own finger in with hers. Kaye felt her eyes roll back in her head and a groan well up from her belly.

Derrick growled, “Look at me,” and with some effort Kaye met his gaze again, wondering if her eyes were as awash with desire as his.

Suddenly, Derrick’s cock was gone from her mouth, his finger gone from her pussy, and he was spinning her around, drawing her against the cradle of his thighs, and he was moving over her, claiming her mouth with a fiery, possessive kiss.

He pinned her wrists above her head and his shocking blue gaze burned into her. He drew one hand down her hip and hooked it behind her knee, drawing it up, exposing her to him. She could feel the hot, thick crest of his cock slide through her wetness to press against her opening. Kaye’s eyes widened as she gasped at the feel of him.

“That’s right, baby, look at me,” he breathed. “I want to see those pretty eyes.”

“Oh, fuck, Derrick,” she moaned.

Slowly, deliciously, he worked his cock inside her, withdrawing, then grinding himself deeper. And Kaye took it. Every steely velvet inch. She felt her pussy walls stretch around his thick cock, a luscious, burning sensation, riding the edge of pleasure and pain.

With a groan, Derrick pulled all the way out. He fisted his hand in her hair, and then he sank himself inside her to the hilt. Kaye cried out, and Derrick’s eyes flashed with desire. He did it again. And again. And again. Each thrust pushing her closer to the edge, coiling that spring tighter in her belly. One last time he withdrew and sank himself inside her, holding himself there for a long moment. Kaye felt her pussy clench around his cock. And then he began to move again. Tiny, barely perceptible strokes. Grinding himself against her more than fucking her. And that was all it took. Kaye felt her breath catch in her throat and her pussy clamp down on his cock.

“That’s right, baby,” Derrick growled. “Come for me.”

And she did. The moan that spilled from her lips was primal, almost a howl of pleasure. She felt as if she was coming apart at the seams, trembling, quaking beneath him as her pussy clenched around him over and over again.

And he kept moving inside her, prolonging her orgasm, easing the terrible burning ache inside her as she came back to herself.

When Kaye could focus on his eyes again, he smiled at her. A wide, satisfied smile, telling her he drew his own gratification from seeing her experience such pleasure. And then he rolled over, bringing her with him, his cock still buried deep inside her.

She lifted her torso from his, bracing her hands against his broad chest, and grinned down at him. Finally, those little silver rings in his nipples were within her grasp. She flicked her fingertips over them and saw a tiny twitch at the corners of his mouth. She hooked a finger in each one and gave a gentle tug. He sucked in his breath. She dipped her head and took one ring in her mouth. She teased and tormented his nipples as he had hers, moving back and forth between the two as his cock pulsed inside her. When he could take it no longer, he grabbed her by the elbows and pinned them behind her back, pulling her down to him and holding her there as his cock pistoned in and out of her pussy.

Kaye moaned against his mouth, the feel of his cock so different from this angle. Shallower, with more friction. He let go of her elbows and grabbed her ass, spreading her open, rocking her up and down on his cock, all the while watching her with that unfathomable blue gaze.

Just when Kaye thought she couldn’t take any more, Derrick lifted her off him. He flipped her onto her stomach, lifted her hips and tucked her knees under. He positioned himself behind her, and she felt the solid weight of him against her back.

He drew her hair away from the back of her neck and kissed her there, then whispered in her ear, “Your pussy is so sweet, so hot, and so tight, and when I’m done with you, no one will ever be able to fill you the same way.”

Then his cock was driving into her, his balls slapping against her clit, his thighs slamming against hers with a force that took her breath away. She felt his fingers slide over her hip, over her belly, down between the swollen lips of her cunt to press against her clit. The collision of sensations sent Kaye over the edge again, shaking and swearing, pussy spasming around his cock.

Derrick’s rhythm slowed, coaxing another tremor from her, and another. She twisted around so she could see him, watch him impale her with his cock over and over again. He was grinning at her again, that wicked, gleeful grin that said he knew exactly how good he made her feel. She smiled back, unable – and unwilling – to deny it.

She reached underneath her body to feel where Derrick’s cock pierced her. He slid in deep and held himself there while she ran her fingers over his balls, feeling them heavy and tight. Then he started to pull out, and she felt him slide between her fingers as he slid between her pussy lips.

“Fill me, Derrick,” she breathed. “Fill me all the way up, so there’ll never be room for anyone else.”

Derrick’s lips pulled back from his teeth in a grimace. He shouted a curse and slammed his cock into her again. He pounded into her, spreading her, filling her, possessing her. Kaye cried out with the force of it, relishing the heat of his body surging into her over and over.

Derrick grabbed her hips and slammed into her one, twice, three times, and then he was coming. She could feel the head of his cock surge against her inner walls, pulsing inside her, and the sensation was so intense, Kaye came again. His triumphant growl mixed with her hoarse wail and echoed through the apartment. He held her hips snug against his for a long while, and she relished the feel of his cock still hard inside her, still pulsing, mirroring her own dissipating contractions.

Finally, he rolled them both to their sides and gathered her into his arms, his cock still inside her. He brushed the hair from the back of her neck again and kissed her there, kissed her cheek, turned her face to him and kissed her lips. She twisted a little in his arms so she could see his eyes. He was smiling that broad, beautiful smile, and he kissed her again.

“I think,” he said against her mouth. “If your brother decides to kill me tomorrow, I could die a happy man.”

“And I think,” she said, smiling against his lips. “Scotty is a pushover when it comes to his little sister, so you have nothing to worry about. And maybe, just maybe, coming home for the holidays wasn’t such a bad idea after all.”