Why Not Now? (The Blue Vista Crew #2)

13. Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Ava

W hen his lips touch mine, my whole body ignites. Last time had been a frenzy of touches and relearning. Tonight, my body reminds me how good it had been only two nights ago, and I need more.

I pull him toward my bed, sitting on the edge of it, forcing him to bend over me to keep kissing me. His mouth devours mine, his hands tugging up the hem of my shirt, pulling it over my head. As he drags my bra straps down, heat flashes along my skin, shooting straight to my core, making me ache.

His lips leave mine as the bra falls to the floor.

I shiver as the chilly air kisses my skin, contrasting with the heat of his hands sweeping down my arms to my hips. With more strength than I expected, he lifts me, kneeling where I had been sitting, shoving me further onto the bed. He parts from me to shed his shirt, then he’s back, pressing my body into the mattress with his, making out with me like we’re teenagers again.

This is absolutely insane. I never bring men home. Yet, here I am, with Derek in the bed I slept in as a child. I’ve only ever had sex with one person in this bed and tonight won’t change that. He kisses the side of my breast where he’d marked me with one of three hickeys the other night, and I don’t think of how crazy it is anymore. I just say, “Pants.”

“What are you asking for, sweetheart?” he asks with a laugh, moving his mouth to my tight nipple, sucking it between his lips. My back arches toward him.

“Pants off,” I manage to say. “I need to see you. I need to touch you.”

He shudders over me, then roughly pulls the rest of our clothes off so we’re both naked. I catch a glimpse of one of his tattoos, then his erection rubs against my clit, and I moan and arch into him again. His mouth is back, tongue sliding in to caress mine. I reach up, tangling my fingers in his impossibly soft curls. I could lay here forever, just like this—warmed by his body, kissing him—if the heat and throb weren’t building between my thighs.

His hands skim over my arms, fingers linking with mine as he kisses a trail along my jaw. I turn my head to allow him to travel to the base of my ear, my eyes fluttering open to see the tattoo on his right forearm.

“Before we go any further,” I gasp and his mouth stills. “I want to see those tattoos now.”

He chuckles but humours me and lifts off me to lay on his back, folding his hands beneath his head. I straddle him and trail my fingers along the right side of his ribcage.

“That’s Narsil,” he says. “The broken sword from Lord of the Rings. ”

I touch the inside of his right arm.

“That’s a pen.”

I laugh. “I can see that. It even says so.” In fact, it’s rather unremarkable. Just a regular ballpoint with the words “This is a pen” written above it and an odd symbol on the cap.

“It’s Anaklusmos from Percy Jackson . Uncap it and it becomes a sword.”

“Why would you want a tattoo of it like this? Swords are much cooler.”

He shrugs. “ Percy Jackson was the first time I’d read a book and actually enjoyed it. It got me started on a whole lot of fantasy and sci-fi stuff. I’d already been thinking of getting Narsil, and didn’t want two swords.”

“You are such a nerd.”

He grins and winks at me. “There’s also a bowl of petunias on my calf from Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy . It’s falling and saying, Oh no, not again .”

“And the dragon?” I trail my fingers along his left biceps, the muscles jumping under my touch.

“Just a cool dragon. Not anyone in particular.”

“The cat?” I touch the inside of his left wrist where an annoyed black cat sits in judgment of everyone.

“Obviously, that’s Abyss.”

“Of course. What was I thinking? Is that it?”

He nods. “For now. I’m considering a couple others, but haven’t made any decisions yet.”

“Are they all black and grey?”

“Mostly. My first two were Narsil and Anaklusmos. After that, it made sense to stick with black and grey. Though the petunias are purple, Mom’s favourite colour.”

“I want to see.”

I climb off him, forcing myself to ignore the rock-hard dick that’s begging for my attention. He slides his left foot up, bending his knee so I can see the flowers falling from nowhere.

“You didn’t get the whale?” I ask, referencing the specific scene in the book.

“The whale is funny, but the flowers know the question to the answer of Life, the Universe, and Everything. Read the scene again. You’ll see what I mean.”

I get up and go over to my bookshelf.

“Ava.”

I look over my shoulder.

“I meant tomorrow. Get the fuck back here.”

I laugh as I slide into bed next to him, laying pressed against his side. His arm comes around me, stroking my side.

“I don’t see any on you,” he says.

“I don’t have any.” I trail my fingers along the pen tattoo.

“Why not?”

“Money, mostly. There’s always something more important to spend it on. New roof, new dishwasher, gymnastics fees.” I shrug.

He captures my wandering fingers with his, lifting my hand to kiss it. Then, without warning, he rolls over onto me, trapping me beneath him. I squeak, but wrap my arms around his solid shoulders.

“Curiosity sated, sweetheart?” he asks, pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips.

“Yes,” I breathe.

“Ready for me to make you come? I’d ask if you were ready to scream my name, but we don’t want to wake your sister.”

The heat that had calmed while I’d explored the changes to his body flares to life again. My core tightens and pulses, eagerly wanting him to make good on his promise. But I shake my head.

“I want to taste you,” I say.

He groans, dropping his head next to mine. “Ava. You’re going to kill me.”

“What a way to go.” I lick my lips and drop my voice to a breathy whisper. “Please, Derek. Please let me suck your dick. Please?”

I feel him swallow, indicating he’s holding on to his self-control by a thread. A smile spreads across my lips.

When he finally lifts his head again, the dark fire in his eyes makes me catch my breath. He gives me a swift kiss before rolling away, settling on his back, hands gripping my headboard, eyes closed, like he can’t bear to watch.

I shift so I’m kneeling between his legs, wrapping my hand around his thick cock. His whole body jumps at the first light touch.

“Will you watch me?” I ask, sliding my fingers lightly against the soft skin from the base to his velvety tip.

He shakes his head. “I can’t,” he says, voice hoarse.

I dip my head and kiss that tip, licking away the pre-cum before gazing up at him. “Pretty please? Watch me, Derek. Watch as I take this cock to the back of my throat.”

He whimpers. Actually whimpers. His whole body is shaking beneath my touch. I feel more powerful than I ever have before.

His knuckles are white where he’s holding on to the headboard and his lips are pressed tightly together. But he does as I’ve asked and opens those beautiful, blazing brown eyes.

I smile as I meet his gaze and lower my mouth, licking up the underside, then licking my lips and taking him to the back of my throat. He groans, his head dropping to the headboard, eyes closing. I pull away to bite the top of his thigh.

“I asked you to watch, Derek. I asked nicely. I begged.”

He shakes his head, not looking at me. “I can’t, sweetheart. I will completely lose it.”

I lick him again. “Then lose it. Watch me, Derek. Please?”

He’s always loved it when I say please, when I beg. And I’ve always been willing to beg because whenever I do, whatever I ask for, he gives it to me. Tonight is no different. He opens his eyes, and he stares, delirious with lust.

I take him into my mouth, our eyes locked as I swallow with him at the back of my throat. My tongue swirls around his hard cock and his balls tighten just below my fingers where I grip him. He keeps perfectly still while I suck up to his tip, then to his base, coating him in slick saliva.

He groans again but doesn’t take his eyes off me. The look in them causes my pussy to clench. With my left hand gripping his cock, I dip my right hand to rub gentle circles on my clit. I know he sees what I’m doing because his body jerks, shifting his cock a little deeper into my mouth.

“Ava,” he says, and the sound makes my fingers on my clit move faster, has my tongue stroking his dick more frantically.

His chest is heaving as he watches me pleasure him and myself, still holding onto the headboard like if he lets go, he’ll disintegrate. His cock swells in my mouth, so I slow my motions, licking up the side of him and down the other, edging him until he’s panting.

“Shall I take pity on you?” I ask.

“Yes,” he says, and now he’s the one begging. “Please pity me.”

I climb off the bed and grab my purse from where I dropped it inside the door, bringing it back and pulling out a condom.

“Why don’t you keep them in your bedside table?” he asks.

“Because I don’t invite men into my bedroom,” I say without thinking.

He gives me a sharp look and I wait for him to say something. He wants to ask me why I invited him there. What makes him special?

I’m going to have to tell him he’s the only man I’ve ever trusted enough to let in the house with Lacey here. That he’s the only man I’ve ever considered bringing back to my bedroom, regardless that there’s a door where I could easily let people in and out without them going into any other part of the house.

But he says nothing and just watches as I rip open the condom wrapper, taking it out and rolling it over his length. Then I straddle him.

He lets go of the headboard, flexing his fingers before gently touching my hips, guiding me into the right position. Not that I need it. The feeling of his hands on me, his cock kissing my entrance, the look in his eyes as he watches me move over him brings a memory of our first time to mind. He’d been so worried he would hurt me. He’d already made me come twice with his fingers because he wasn’t sure he would be able to make me come with his dick. Neither of us had had sex before.

I don’t know what I’m doing , he’d said. I need you to love this because I already know I’m going to .

This time, we both know what we’re doing, and I lower my body onto his with a sigh as he fills me in a way no one else ever has.

“Fuck, Ava,” he whispers, looking down where our bodies are joined. “You are so fucking hot.”

Other men have complimented me before, calling me beautiful and other synonyms. But Derek’s is the only opinion that has ever mattered.

I rock my hips, starting with a slow rhythm, letting him slip out and back in, caressing deep within me. Every time I lean forward, my clit grinds against his pelvis and heat sparks through me.

Derek pulls me forward so he can take my nipple into his mouth. I rock faster on him. His hands drop from my back to my hips, pushing me onto his dick as he thrusts up into me. My head tilts up as he takes over, kissing and nibbling on the side of my breast while pumping into me from below.

My moan turns to a sharp cry as he sucks hard enough I know he’ll leave another hickey there. I don’t care. Especially not when his fingers find my clit and he strokes it in time with his deep thrusts.

“Fuck, Ava, you feel so good on my dick.”

His praise is the start of my undoing. His fingers keep stroking, faster and harder as he pounds deep into me. Heat flushes my skin and a tingle in my core tells me my orgasm is close.

“Yes, Derek,” I gasp. “Exactly what you’re doing. Don’t stop, please don’t stop.”

He chuckles, his lips finding my neck and pressing a kiss there. “I wasn’t planning on it, sweetheart.”

The fingers that aren’t strumming my most sensitive area are pressing against my hip, hard enough that I wonder if he’s going to leave a bruise. The thought flees as my orgasm breaks, tearing a scream from me that Derek muffles with his mouth. My whole body shudders as he continues thrusting. Both hands holding my hips, he pumps faster and harder until his movements turn jerky and he groans against my lips.

When he stops moving, we collapse onto the bed, my body over him, his dick still half-hard inside me. Neither of us attempts to get up, our chests heaving against one another as we catch our breath. I sigh as Derek draws soft patterns on my back with the tips of his fingers.

“I have to go,” he whispers a few minutes later, pulling me from my blissed-out state.

I whimper and hold on to him. He chuckles and strokes my back some more.

“Abyss is going to wonder where her dinner is. I have to take my contacts out. And if I don’t leave now, I’ll fall asleep, and we’ll have to explain to Lacey why I spent the night.”

That last bit has me sitting up and letting him go. He leans over and kisses my lips and the outside of my left breast where there are two hickeys side-by-side, one from the other night and one from tonight. He gets up, removing the condom, and putting his clothes back on. I watch with a sense of loss as all that glorious skin disappears beneath fabric. Then he reaches into his pocket and pulls something out.

“This is for you,” he says, sitting on the edge of my bed, and pressing a metal ring with a single key attached to it into my palm.

“What is it?” I ask.

“Spare key. So you don’t have to slide mine through the slot when you sneak out next time.”

I wince. “Sorry about that. I was a little unsure about what happened. You’d just said you wanted to be friends.”

He tucks a strand of hair that has escaped my braid behind my ear. “We are friends, Ava.”

“With benefits?”

“Obviously.”

I hold up the key. “You had this on you?”

“Just in case,” he says with a shrug.

“I’m going to get cleaned up,” I say, slipping from the bed. “You don’t have to stay.”

“Go ahead. I’ll wait.”

I make a quick trip to the bathroom, returning and dressing in some cozy pyjamas. Derek watches me the whole time. When I’m back in bed, he pulls the covers around me and tucks me in like I’m something precious.

“You want one of your friends?” he asks, hooking a thumb to where my team of stuffed animals sits on the chair.

I shake my head. “I don’t sleep with them anymore.”

He tilts his head and lifts an eyebrow at me. Then he gives me a lingering kiss, our tongues touching, caressing, before he pulls away. “Liar,” he says. He heads to the door, making sure the knob is locked before he shuts it behind him.

I wait until his car starts and his headlights no longer shine through my window before I get up and find the green stuffed bear he’d given me when we were in high school. I throw the deadbolt on the door and crawl back into bed. I don’t need to add a drop of Refuge to my pillow tonight. It already smells like him. I’m asleep moments after my head touches the pillow.