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Hello readers. This is a continuation of the story "Torn Between Alphas". The story started here: https://www.goodreads.com/author_blog...
(Part 10) 2/3/16
Hayden kicks Yvonne out of the driver’s seat and slowly drives up the road after he zeroed out his trip. "Keep your eyes open for anything that looks like a bag or something," Hayden says to Yvonne. She didn't answer, nor did she look for this bag. She stared out the window taking long slow drags from her e-cigarette.
The car suddenly stops, catching Yvonne off guard, causing her to drop her e-cigarette. She bends over to look for it and Hayden snaps at her. "Fuck that stupid thing. There, over there is my bag. Go and get it. I want to get the hell out of here.” Yvonne, reluctantly, gets out of the car and retrieves Hayden's bag then slams the door after she gets back in. This gets no response from Hayden. He is focused solely on the bag.
He snatches the bag from Yvonne and pulls out what's inside. It was a brick sized block of cash. "Holy shit! They paid that much for that ugly car?" Yvonne remarks. Hayden just smirks and peels off one grand and hands it to Yvonne.
"You did good Yvonne. Go buy yourself a new toy cigarette and some other nice things," Hayden says.
The thousand dollars was the equivalent of the first layer peeled off an onion. It was like the skin of the block of cash. Yvonne thought to herself if what she was given was 1 G then the rest could have paid for Hayden's car alone.
Hayden drops Yvonne off at her car. He seemsdistracted and in a hurry. He grabs Yvonne by the chin and gives her a goodbye kiss even though she didn't really want one. No sooner than when Yvonne shuts the door to his car, he rips out of there with the tires spinning and his favorites list blaring.
Yvonne is tired, disappointed and confused. When she gets home to her studio apartment she crashesfor a couple of hours. Her cellphone rings and wakes her up. It’sher friend Elena and the time ishalf past 8:00 p.m. "Elena, hey how have you been and when did you get back in town?" is how the conversation starts. Yvonne decides she needssome girlfriend time and invites Elena out for a drink.
"Let's meet at Eddy Z's Pub in thirty minutes," Yvonne says.
"For real...Eddy Z's? I think the last time we went there was years ago when we had those horrible fake IDs and no one else would accept them," Elena says.
"I know. I just want a place where we won't run into people we know or get picked up on by every other guy who walks in the door," Yvonne says.
"That would be Eddy's then. What's up? You seem down."
"I'll explain and tonight the drinks are on me."
"Shit, why didn't you say so in the first place? I would have been down there already running up a tab. See ya soon, bye." Elena says.
Yvonne walks into Eddy Z's and isimmediatelybrought back to when she was around 18-19 years old. The bar, bumper pool tables, dart boards all look the same; even the jukebox is playing music from that time. It smells like sour tequila mixed with damp cigar smoke. It’sdimly lit. Most of the lights aren’t much brighter than the neon signs on the wall of now defunct beer brewers.
She pulls out a stool and a fat man in his sixties hobbles over with a rag in one hand and an old chewed up cigar not even lit in the other. "What'll it be doll face?" The bartender asks.
"Eddy, is that you?" Yvonne asks.
"Wait a minute. You look familiar kid."
"It's been a while since I've had a drink here but now I'm legal," Yvonne says smiling.
"Now I remember, Connie, well, your fake was named Connie."
"So you did know. I always thought we pulled one over you."
"Nope, I spot you kids a mile away."
"Why did you still serve us Eddy?"
"I don't make the laws and I don't enforce the laws. Besides, I watered your drinks down so much you'd get a full bladder before you'd ever get a buzz," Eddy says with a raspy chuckle.
"Make mine a cranberry and soda Eddy."
"I won't water 'em down this time, I promise."
"I know. I'm here to meet a girlfriend so I'm driving."
Eddy steps away to fix Yvonne's drink and a moment later Elena walks in. The two of them exchange hellos and hugs when Eddy returns with Yvonne's drink. "Look here, it's a reunion. What can I bring you sweetheart?" Eddy asks.
"Eddy, hey how are ya?" Elena asks.
"Can't complain and you?"
"I'm taking it as it comes. Your place hasn't changed one bit but you have. You look like you added a few pounds," Elena says poking Eddy's gut playfully.
"Yeah well, you look like you added a little more junk to your face," Eddy says.
"I could remove all this junk by the time you get back with my drink. Can't say the same about that," Elena says pointing at his waist.
"Okay, you got me toots. Name your poison."
"I'll have a seven and seven. Oh and please make it a double."
Elena has piercings, tattoos and multi-colored hair. Like most women that express themselves in this way, she is pretty and sexy with or without the ink, dye or silver and she knows it. Contrary to popular belief, Elena and many women like herdon't change their appearance because they have low self esteem, want attention or feel the need to stand out in order to feel special. They do it because they want to, they can and because they weren't put on this earth to be a "pretty thing" that must conform to what society and every other person wants them to be. Elena believes that if you can accept her the way she looks then you have an open enough mind to accept the way she thinks, lives and loves.
She wasn't always this intense but several years ago she lost her older sister to breast cancer. By the time her sister passed her mom had already drank herself to an early grave. Oh and her father...yeah right.
Her older sister, Marion, was everything to her; a sister, mother and father. Losing her put her in a place that has no tolerance for the petty or trivial. Elena speaks her mind and her mind has a loud and witty voice.
"I see you got some new ink. It looks great. Was it the same guy?" Yvonne asks.
"Thanks, no different guy and I'm not screwing this guy so I had to come up with the cash for it," Elena says.
"What happened to Nathan? You two were good together," Yvonne says.
"Right, what happened was his ex Lyndsey and her volleyball sized tits moved back in town. It'sbad enough they are huge and round but they defy gravity. Her boobs gotta be filled with helium."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I figured you meant more to Nathan," Yvonne says.
"It's alright. I'm gonna miss the free ink more than the sex. Speaking of which, last we spoke you finally started to give me some details about your latest boy toy, Hayden. What's new?"
"That's why I asked you out tonight. I need some advice. I'm in a jam and I'm not sure what to do or how to handle it."
"Let me guess. You found out Hayden was all frosting and no cake and Derik won't...serve you any cake anymore?" Elena asks.
"No, just the opposite. Hayden is everything I thought he'd be and Derik wants me more than ever before."
"Everything, Yvonne? Derik, from what you've told me, is it. The best of the best bar none."
"Yes, everything. Beyond the bedroom they're different but sex-wise it's a draw, honestly."
Elena takes out the cocktail straw from her drink and slams her drink. "Eddy, another thanks."
Elena crosses her legs and plays with her chin piercing for a few seconds then looks Yvonne in the eyes and says, "I don't get it. Mr. Fuck-tastic wants to ball you more than ever while boy Gorge-alicious is pounding your cookie and both of these guys are built like a Greek statue and are hung like internet porn talent. Unless you're inviting me in on a threesome, which I will accept quicker than a child takes candy from a stranger, what are you trying to tell me?"
"Elena, come on, you're just looking at one aspect of this, split relationship, I'll call it."
"Yvonne, it's the only aspect of your relationship, the sex. Don't fool yourself otherwise. When you dated that optometrist guy...Greg, I think, yeah Greg, you never raved about the sex. As a matter of fact you told me how you swooned over his sister's boyfriend Marcus. Greg offered you everything but you weren't happy. Now you have what you want and you're bitching," Elena says.
"There's more to it than that. I want to be with Derik but I feel like I need to be with Hayden," Yvonne says then finishes her drink.
Eddy comes over with another drink for Elena and asks Yvonne if she wants another kiddie cocktail. Yvonne gives him a forced smile and says sure as she rolls her eyes. Eddy pours and mixes her drink right there.
"Juice and soda? What's the deal with that? Are you knocked up or something?" Elena says then she suddenly sits up straight and grabs Yvonne by the wrist. "Yvonne, no, are you?"
Yvonne takes a sip of her drink and answers yes. "Let me guess, it's Hayden's but Derik thinks it's his or vice versa?" Elena says.
"Worse, neither of them know I'm pregnant and I don't know which one of them is the father. Plus, I'm still sleeping with both of them," Yvonne says
"Shit, I guess...break it off with both of them. What else can you do? Right? Once you start showing, both of them will lay claim to the pregnancy. Nothing but trouble and hurt can stem from this," Elena says.
"My child is going to need a father. Besides, how am I going to avoid both of them entirely? We live in the same area, have mutual friends and people talk so as soon as the word about my pregnancy gets out they'll find out," Yvonne says.
"Then you lay claim to one of them and break it off with the other. Oh for fucks sake, did you think you could play this game forever anyway?"
"No, who do I pick? This is why I invited you out. I'm at a total loss."
"Use the same comparison process you'd use if you needed a new car and were looking at two different cars to buy," Elena says.
"Do you mean make a list of the pros and cons and compare the lists? That won't work because I'd pick the cutest car with the lowest monthly payment."
"Yvonne, I'm being serious. You wanted my opinion so don't douche all over it," Elena says.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll start with Hayden. Aside from what I've already told you, he has great taste in lots of things like wine, food and music. He's well groomed. Meaning, not only does he always look great and smell good but he's waxed, everywhere. Derik, on the other hand, has different tastes, none bad just different. Sometimes he's a little rough on the edges but he pulls it off with his good looks and killer smile but I wouldn't mind seeing him polished up a bit.
In the bedroom, Hayden is in control. Even when he gives me control he's still in control because he's the one giving and taking the control. Derik challenges me. He makes me explore my fantasies and desires in such an emotional way. The sex is still very physical but neither one of us are giving or taking control. It's like we're both rowing the same boat to the same destination. We do our own thing and it works seamlessly. Then we get to the shore and Derik pulls the boat firmly onto the beach and we've both arrived, together," Yvonne says.
"That's good...but I was thinking more along the lines of who makes more money, handles their finances better, is more mature, wants a family, who treats you better, you know that kinda thing," Elena says.
"Who treats me better? Yeah well, that's partly why I asked you to meet me tonight. Hayden pissed me off this morning and either didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to care, maybe both."
"I wish I could give you better advice but I don't have any. You know me, I'd pick one of them using the left side of my brain; then screw him with my right side of the brain," Elena says with a giggle.
"That's my problem. I pick 'em and screw 'em with the same side of the brain," Yvonne says.
"So what now?" Elena asks.
"The last time I saw Derik it was in an unpleasant setting, putting it mildly. I think I'm going to pay him a visit, tonight."
(Part 11) 2/12/16
Yvonne heads for the freeway exit nearest Derik's high-rise condo. The whole commute there is a blur. She is thinking about what she'll say, do and feel once he answers his door, if he is home and alone most preferably.
This will be more than just the usual hook-up visit. Yvonne wants to really asses whether or not Derik would be a better choice than Hayden. Sex, although in the back of her head, isn't the reason for the impromptu visit. She wants to feel around and discover if there is anything about Derik she hasn't noticed or scrutinized in the past.
Yvonne feels like she is on a first date. She has all sorts of thoughts running through her head, expectations, fears and hopes. The elevator door opens on Derik's floor; the top floor. She tries to collect herself while walking to his door. Taking a deep breath, she knocks on his door and fixes her hair then licks her lips.
A moment or two pass by and she hears the door unlock. Slowly Derik opens his door almost all the way. He's standing there wearing only a pair of baby blue boxer briefs with a dark gray elastic waistband. They barely fit. Actually, his package barely fits in the briefs. Nearly naked and alone, maybe some other time would be better for comparison shopping and instead, tonight, go for a demo ride, Yvonne thinks to herself.
Spiraling around Derik's right leg, starting from the small of his back, is a tattoo of a dragon's tail. The dragon's tail ends on the top of his right foot with a red and black spade. The whole tail is a mix of black, blue-green and indigo colors with great detail given to each and every individual scale.
Derik, along with Hayden, used to compete in underground pit-fighting for both money and thrills. Derik was the best fighter in his whole territory. He got the nickname "Dragon Whip" because his right round house kick, if landed flush, was almost always the last blow his opponent would feel for the remainder of the night. He was the best of the best.
A newcomer, Hayden, was gaining many victories and notoriety. The crooks that ran this fighting circuit wanted to see Hayden and Derik face off with each other. This is how Hayden and Derik first met. Anyhow, neither one of them fight anymore, well, not in pit-fights. There's more to this story but for now let's circle back to Derik standing in the doorway, with his package.
Derik's expression was one of casually unenthused. Not that Yvonne reached his face yet. She stumbles, a few times, over his impossibly chiseled abs. At rest, his abs look like they are in the middle of doing a sit-up or crunch but then he inhales and exhales and you see every ab muscle flex and expand in unison like a tapestry of pure arousal woven together in sex appeal harmony.
"Let me guess, Hayden got tired of you and sent you away," Derik says.
"No, he had pressing business to attend to," Yvonne answers.
"Pressing business to attend to. So I guess now you're his secretary," Derik says sarcastically.
"Look, I was out with a girlfriend visiting and thought I'd drop by since I was in the area. If you don't want me around just say so," Yvonne says.
Derik motions Yvonne into his condo and excuses himself while he gets some PJs on. Yvonne is disappointed but figures it would be better if she actually wants to accomplish something tonight besides a rooftop screaming orgasm. On second thought, maybe...
"Want something? Beer, tea or water?" Derik asks.
"Water is fine. I had plenty to drink at Eddy's."
"Eddy's? What brought you out there?"
"My friend Elena. We wanted some place quiet and casual to talk," Yvonne says.
The TV is still on but the volume is muted. They are sitting on a large wooden futon with a thick and plush mattress cushion. Derik picks up his glass of beer that's sitting on the wood-framed glass-topped coffee table and brings it with him to the kitchen.
Even with Derik dressed Yvonne has a difficult time thinking about why she stopped by. Just sitting on the futon brings back memories of all the times they had sex on it and fell asleep in each others arms. They always enjoyed doing it on the futon more than the bed, floor, kitchen counter or anywhere else in his condo because it was so versatile with the different positions you could do and the comfort while doing those positions. Doing it on the bathroom sink has its limits with regards to positions and most aren't particularly comfortable for much more than a few minutes. But on the futon you could be spread apart, bent over, tucked around, pinned down, tied-up, sitting up, held down, top, bottom, behind, sideways, upside down, standing up, on your knees, sitting on, squatting and missionary; just to name a few of the popular ones.
(Part 12) 2/21/16
Derik returns with their drinks and was about to un-mute the TV. Yvonne quickly jumps in with a question. "How's your mom doing?"
Derik sets down the remote and takes a sip of his beer. "My ma?" Derik says.
"Yeah, I haven't heard you talk about her much lately."
"That's because I never do talk about her...she's fine I guess. She's going to remarry, again."
"Are you going to attend the wedding?" Yvonne asks.
"Wedding, right sure. Yvonne, when people get married for the third time there usually isn't any wedding ceremony let alone a reception or anything like that."
"Are you happy for her at least?"
"This time I am but only because she didn't hit me up for any money after she told me the news. Why all the questions?"
"Just curious. You know, family stuff is important and I figured..."
"Figured what Yvonne? Huh, what?" Derik asks annoyed.
"Fucking forget it then."
"Look, my old man was no good and my ma left him but every man my ma got involved with was no good. Everyone knew this except for her. Talking about family is a bad topic for me," Derik says then un-mutes the TV.
"Alright, it's just, well you know, with my past family was always missing and I longed for it. I suppose I thought I could live that part out through your experiences but obviously you don't have many of those kinds of experiences," Yvonne says.
"Yvonne, I know this. Why do you think I stepped into your life when I did?"
"You're right. I'm sorry," Yvonne says.
"It's no biggie. Someday, maybe, when I'm ready I may give this family shit a try." Yvonne listened heard and understood what Derik just said but couldn't believe her ears. She was frozen like a statue as Derik watched the TV drinking his beer. He finished his beer then let out a small burp and says while looking at the TV, "Anyway, I heard you did good with the delivery of the car."
Still lost in her thoughts Yvonne didn't answer. "Yo yo yo Yvonne are ya with me?" Derik asks.
What? Yeah, I was surprised you knew. How did you?" Yvonne asks.
"Hayden, who else of course."
Yvonne couldn't get past what Derik had said a moment ago. She was drawn to him more than ever before. She slides over close to him and starts to play with his hair and Derik puts his hand on her knee. Yvonne desperately wanted to put her tongue in his ear and reach down his pajama pants but she didn't want to throw herself at him; she wanted him to take her.
She runs her fingers along his jaw line and gently rests her chin on his shoulder exhaling softly into his ear. She was growing so aroused as she smelled Derik. He must have finished working out or something because he had more of a masculine body scent rather than the smell of body wash or cologne.
"Anything in particular you'd like to watch? This game is boring," Derik says.
"No but there is something in particular I'd like to do," Yvonne says in a sexy whisper into Derik's ear.
Derik slides his hand from her knee to her inner thigh and turns his head so his nose is touching hers and says, "Sorry, but I lent my Yahtzee game out and it was returned with missing dice."
"Don't fuck with me Derik. You know how much I love that game," Yvonne says smiling.
"I know something else you love and it doesn't need any dice," Derik says as her firms up his grip on Yvonne's inner thigh.
Yvonne's pupils begin to dilate while Derik's fun gun starts to inflate. Neither one of them will make the first move, aside from their involuntary reactions. Derik has one hand on Yvonne's thigh and the other behind her neck with their noses still touching. Yvonne's eyes are saying take me now and Derik's hard-on is saying suck me now but still neither make a move.
Derik walks his fingers up Yvonne's neck and into her hair rubbing his finger tips on her scalp in an all to familiar rhythm. Yvonne counters by sliding her hand within microns past his throbbing bulge and puts it under his shirt stroking up and down on his tummy in an all to familiar rhythm.
Not to be outdone, Derik pulls Yvonne's head back by firmly gripping her hair and runs his tongue from her nose to her cheek then to her neck and stops at her shoulder with a combination of tongue lashes, nibbles and gentle sucking.
Yvonne yanks his hand from her thigh and inserts his fingers into his mouth. Shortly after, Derik pulls out his fingers and slides his hand under her shirt and bra and caresses her nipples with his wet fingertips.
Yvonne pushes Derik away and shoves herself to the other side of the futon by pushing against his hip with her feet. Derik sits there for a moment watching the fire in Yvonne's eyes.
Derik flashes Yvonne with his sexy smile briefly and takes one of her feet and slowly slides off her ankle high leather fashion boot then tosses it over his shoulder. He then nips her sock with his teeth and pulls it off letting it drop on his lap the moment it's off her foot. He goes in for another nip but this time he was aiming for her big toe; Yvonne pulls her foot away.
Derik's eyes light up as Yvonne is rubbing herself through her yoga pants but not because she is touching herself but because the visible wet spot is growing. This time Derik snatches Yvonne's other foot and attempts to start over but Yvonne says, "Teeth for the boot also this time."
Derik obliges and whips the boot across the room by quickly thrashing his head after he gets it pulled off. This time he pushes her yoga pants up past her tone calf and cradles it in his right hand massaging it. With his other hand he starts stroking his swollen rod from outside his pants.
He's sucking the tip of Yvonne's big toe then he moves to the next toe and the next. When he gets to the pinky he puts all five toes in his mouth briefly. Derik drags his strong masculine jaw along the arch of her foot and nibbles on her ankle when he gets there. Now Yvonne's calf is being massaged along with the ball of her foot. Derik puts Yvonne's other foot on his crotch and Yvonne rubs the contour of his shaft with the ball of her foot.
Both want each other. Both are breathing deeper and faster. Both have either a hand or a foot on there play toys but neither want to give in to the other.
"If you don't take me soon, I'm gonna finish myself right where I sit," Yvonne says.
Derik places Yvonne's feet on the futon and stands up with his engorged hammer inches from Yvonne's face. "Okay, let me know when you're done. I'm getting another beer," Derik says.
Derik takes his first step and Yvonne grabs the waistband of his pajamas and pulls him back. "You asshole," Yvonne says then reaches into his pants like it was a grab bag and pulls, more like, lifts and pulls out her prize. It's a huge summer sausage and it's family size. It plunges right into Yvonne's mouth as she shoves it in with one hand while the other hand grabs just under his right butt cheek putting him off balance. Yvonne is sitting up and Derik holds her hair with one of his hands and she throats his cock ravenously.
Sloppy noises, gasps for air and humming drowns out the audio from the TV. "Just like that. Yeah, yeah that's it. Now the balls," Derik says.
Derik puts his right foot on the futon and places both hands on Yvonne's head; one on the back of her head and the other under her jaw. He holds her head still and thrusts. Now that Yvonne's hands are free, she pulls out her travel sized vibrator from her purse sitting on the floor near her feet.
Yvonne scoots to the edge of the futon throttling her self with Derik thrusting his cock in and out of the back of her throat. "Shit, I wanna fuck you so hard," Derik says then slides his pajama bottoms off and removes his shirt. Yvonne doesn't want to stop with her toy so Derik literally rips her shirt right down the middle and starts yanking at her yoga pants that are around her thighs. Yvonne helps by straightening her legs and pointing her feet.
Derik tosses her pants. Yvonne plays with his member with her feet as she undoes her bra. Derik goes along with it and holds her feet together at the bottoms like a hot dog bun and strokes her feet in and out with his thick and long member. When fully in between her feet Derik's balls are at Yvonne's toes and the head of his penis is nearly at her heels. Yvonne watches wondering how all of that fits in her cookie jar let alone her mouth...and throat.
"Have any lotion in your purse?" Derik asks.
Yvonne reaches down in her purse then tosses a small tube of lotion at Derik. He squirts some on her feet bottoms and lets out a blissful sounding moan as he speeds up the thrusting pace.
Yvonne is buzzing away with her joy toy and Derik is slamming away at Yvonne's feet. They look into each other's eyes as if they can read one another's minds. Derik squirts the last of the lotion on the tops of his thighs then lifts Yvonne off the futon. Yvonne wraps her legs around Derik's waist and hooks her feet together with one hand holding her toy and the other hanging onto Derik's broad shoulders. Derik has both hands under Yvonne, holding her by her round luscious ass. "Put it in," Derik says.
"Open up," Yvonne says holding her little friend in front of Derik's face. Derik opens his mouth and bites down on the pleasure device while Yvonne puts in the ecstasy organ. After it slides in and out freely, which didn't take long with as wet and ready as Yvonne is, she hooks her arms under Derik's armpits with her hands coming back over his shoulders holding onto his deltoids.
This grip would tire her arms out quickly but she loves it because she holds herself so close to his body while he is impossibly deep inside of her. With this grip she can also control her movement and position within a fraction of an inch of where she needs it to be sometimes.
Yvonne is grinding, thrusting and working her pelvis like a belly dancer suspended in mid air. She drags her teeth and tongue all along Derik's chest. Derik walks the two of them over to the near wall and spreads his legs a little bit farther than shoulder width a couple feet from the wall and bends slightly at the knees. He places both of his hands palm down on the wall at shoulder height and this whole time Yvonne didn't interrupt fucking his cock for one second.
Yvonne hung there screwing Derik like he is a wooden totem pole with a large dildo attached to it. She would change up her grip when she got tired, reposition her legs, breathe erratically with occasional angry sounding grunts and moans but she didn't stop fucking his huge cock.
"My arms, baby-gasps-my arms are wanting to stop but...oh baby I don't want'a stop," Yvonne says firing passionate flairs with her eyes and nose as she stares deep into Derik's gorgeous hazel eyes.
Derik lowers his forehead onto the wall and removes his hands from the wall then holds Yvonne's body like a swing with his strong hands cradling her ass. With her legs still wrapped around his waist she pulls her self, along with Derik assisting by ways a loving push, into his slugger.
Sweat drips from Derik's nose and chin onto Yvonne's breasts. She looks up at his face as more sweat hits her lips. Unfazed, she grabs her toy out of Derik's mouth and buzzes away letting her head hang back nearly hitting the wall each and every time time Derik pushes and draws her body along his manhood.
Yvonne's eyes are partially closed and so are Derik's. Their thighs are gliding on one another from the lotion. Derik grabs a fist full of Yvonne's hair and lifts her head up to look her in the eyes, supporting her body weight with one thick bulging arm. Yvonne grabs his mouth with one hand and squeezes his lips together like a goldfish and says, "Fuck me harder you little slut."
Derik puts Yvonne's ankle's behind his ears and slams her into the wall. Yvonne hears and feels the drywall crack against her back. She pulls her arm free that was working the toy and drops it on the floor then puts her arms around Derik's neck.
Derik is rocking back and fourth from his heels to the balls of his feet as he pins Yvonne against the cracked wall. In her left ear, she hears Derik's heavy breathing and dirty talk while in the other ear she hears the vibrator rattling around aimlessly on the hardwood floor.
"Oh fuck Dee, I'm feeling cummy. Dee...Dee I'm cummy," Yvonne says clawing at Derik's sweaty sexy body.
Derik takes Yvonne back to the futon and sits down with Yvonne straddling him, riding him, grinding him...dripping all over him. She pulls his hair back then bites his chin, neck, ear and everything else she can get her teeth on.
"Want me to fill you up baby? Yeah Vonny, yeah...yeah," Derik says.
"Drown me Dee...I want it..I'm ready, ready," Yvonne says clawing, biting and thrusting her pelvis faster and harder.
Building, climbing, reaching higher, deeper and farther Yvonne's orgasm is on the verge of hitting. Her speech is unintelligible. Derik's lips and tongue are finger painting Yvonne's neck, shoulders and ear.
Bliss, fireworks, cute puppy dogs and kittens, newly remodeled kitchen and new shoes. Any image you want. Derik and Yvonne pass into ecstasy and couldn't tell you what day of the week it is if they were staring at a calendar at this very moment.
Yvonne collapses onto Derik's hunky physique. Derik exhales deeply and holds Yvonne close and tight. "Why did I ever let you go Vonnie," Derik whispers into Yvonne's ear.
"Don't think about it Dee. I'm here now," Yvonne says.
(Part 13)
It's over an hour past the grand finally and Yvonne starts to get a chill. Her naked body gets goose bumps along her arms. Her nipples aren't erect because they are pressed against Derik's warm hard body. Another chill runs down her back and she awakens.
A quick check to see if she had unintentionally drooled on Derik and then turn the TV off are the first things she does. The first thoughts she has are should I stay or should I go. Depending what she does can either ruin things or can restart things. Yvonne isn't even sure if she wants to restart with Derik, let alone whether leaving or staying will accomplish that.
She's getting cold but doesn't want to get up for a blanket in case she wakes Derik. Waking Derik will make it impossible for her to just leave quietly and it will put her on the spot if Derik asks what she wants to do.
Yvonne takes a moment looking at his handsome face. His full lips barely shut. Thick dark brown eyebrows hanging over his softly closed eyes. Prominent cheek bones complimented by a sculpted jaw line that ends with a perfectly proportionate chin. Even his nose looks sexy Yvonne thinks to herself.
She wants to nibble on his earlobe, drag her teeth along his shoulders and run her hands over his abs and chest then back again and again. She wants to feel his hands touch her, hold her...grab her. She desires a kiss that's deep, messy and passionate. She now needs, not wants, to put her hand between his legs to hold his partly aroused...
Breaking the lustful silence, Yvonne's cell phone rings. Is it Hayden Yvonne thinks as she fumbles through her purse to shut it off.
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(Part 10) 2/3/16
Hayden kicks Yvonne out of the driver’s seat and slowly drives up the road after he zeroed out his trip. "Keep your eyes open for anything that looks like a bag or something," Hayden says to Yvonne. She didn't answer, nor did she look for this bag. She stared out the window taking long slow drags from her e-cigarette.
The car suddenly stops, catching Yvonne off guard, causing her to drop her e-cigarette. She bends over to look for it and Hayden snaps at her. "Fuck that stupid thing. There, over there is my bag. Go and get it. I want to get the hell out of here.” Yvonne, reluctantly, gets out of the car and retrieves Hayden's bag then slams the door after she gets back in. This gets no response from Hayden. He is focused solely on the bag.
He snatches the bag from Yvonne and pulls out what's inside. It was a brick sized block of cash. "Holy shit! They paid that much for that ugly car?" Yvonne remarks. Hayden just smirks and peels off one grand and hands it to Yvonne.
"You did good Yvonne. Go buy yourself a new toy cigarette and some other nice things," Hayden says.
The thousand dollars was the equivalent of the first layer peeled off an onion. It was like the skin of the block of cash. Yvonne thought to herself if what she was given was 1 G then the rest could have paid for Hayden's car alone.
Hayden drops Yvonne off at her car. He seemsdistracted and in a hurry. He grabs Yvonne by the chin and gives her a goodbye kiss even though she didn't really want one. No sooner than when Yvonne shuts the door to his car, he rips out of there with the tires spinning and his favorites list blaring.
Yvonne is tired, disappointed and confused. When she gets home to her studio apartment she crashesfor a couple of hours. Her cellphone rings and wakes her up. It’sher friend Elena and the time ishalf past 8:00 p.m. "Elena, hey how have you been and when did you get back in town?" is how the conversation starts. Yvonne decides she needssome girlfriend time and invites Elena out for a drink.
"Let's meet at Eddy Z's Pub in thirty minutes," Yvonne says.
"For real...Eddy Z's? I think the last time we went there was years ago when we had those horrible fake IDs and no one else would accept them," Elena says.
"I know. I just want a place where we won't run into people we know or get picked up on by every other guy who walks in the door," Yvonne says.
"That would be Eddy's then. What's up? You seem down."
"I'll explain and tonight the drinks are on me."
"Shit, why didn't you say so in the first place? I would have been down there already running up a tab. See ya soon, bye." Elena says.
Yvonne walks into Eddy Z's and isimmediatelybrought back to when she was around 18-19 years old. The bar, bumper pool tables, dart boards all look the same; even the jukebox is playing music from that time. It smells like sour tequila mixed with damp cigar smoke. It’sdimly lit. Most of the lights aren’t much brighter than the neon signs on the wall of now defunct beer brewers.
She pulls out a stool and a fat man in his sixties hobbles over with a rag in one hand and an old chewed up cigar not even lit in the other. "What'll it be doll face?" The bartender asks.
"Eddy, is that you?" Yvonne asks.
"Wait a minute. You look familiar kid."
"It's been a while since I've had a drink here but now I'm legal," Yvonne says smiling.
"Now I remember, Connie, well, your fake was named Connie."
"So you did know. I always thought we pulled one over you."
"Nope, I spot you kids a mile away."
"Why did you still serve us Eddy?"
"I don't make the laws and I don't enforce the laws. Besides, I watered your drinks down so much you'd get a full bladder before you'd ever get a buzz," Eddy says with a raspy chuckle.
"Make mine a cranberry and soda Eddy."
"I won't water 'em down this time, I promise."
"I know. I'm here to meet a girlfriend so I'm driving."
Eddy steps away to fix Yvonne's drink and a moment later Elena walks in. The two of them exchange hellos and hugs when Eddy returns with Yvonne's drink. "Look here, it's a reunion. What can I bring you sweetheart?" Eddy asks.
"Eddy, hey how are ya?" Elena asks.
"Can't complain and you?"
"I'm taking it as it comes. Your place hasn't changed one bit but you have. You look like you added a few pounds," Elena says poking Eddy's gut playfully.
"Yeah well, you look like you added a little more junk to your face," Eddy says.
"I could remove all this junk by the time you get back with my drink. Can't say the same about that," Elena says pointing at his waist.
"Okay, you got me toots. Name your poison."
"I'll have a seven and seven. Oh and please make it a double."
Elena has piercings, tattoos and multi-colored hair. Like most women that express themselves in this way, she is pretty and sexy with or without the ink, dye or silver and she knows it. Contrary to popular belief, Elena and many women like herdon't change their appearance because they have low self esteem, want attention or feel the need to stand out in order to feel special. They do it because they want to, they can and because they weren't put on this earth to be a "pretty thing" that must conform to what society and every other person wants them to be. Elena believes that if you can accept her the way she looks then you have an open enough mind to accept the way she thinks, lives and loves.
She wasn't always this intense but several years ago she lost her older sister to breast cancer. By the time her sister passed her mom had already drank herself to an early grave. Oh and her father...yeah right.
Her older sister, Marion, was everything to her; a sister, mother and father. Losing her put her in a place that has no tolerance for the petty or trivial. Elena speaks her mind and her mind has a loud and witty voice.
"I see you got some new ink. It looks great. Was it the same guy?" Yvonne asks.
"Thanks, no different guy and I'm not screwing this guy so I had to come up with the cash for it," Elena says.
"What happened to Nathan? You two were good together," Yvonne says.
"Right, what happened was his ex Lyndsey and her volleyball sized tits moved back in town. It'sbad enough they are huge and round but they defy gravity. Her boobs gotta be filled with helium."
"I'm sorry to hear that. I figured you meant more to Nathan," Yvonne says.
"It's alright. I'm gonna miss the free ink more than the sex. Speaking of which, last we spoke you finally started to give me some details about your latest boy toy, Hayden. What's new?"
"That's why I asked you out tonight. I need some advice. I'm in a jam and I'm not sure what to do or how to handle it."
"Let me guess. You found out Hayden was all frosting and no cake and Derik won't...serve you any cake anymore?" Elena asks.
"No, just the opposite. Hayden is everything I thought he'd be and Derik wants me more than ever before."
"Everything, Yvonne? Derik, from what you've told me, is it. The best of the best bar none."
"Yes, everything. Beyond the bedroom they're different but sex-wise it's a draw, honestly."
Elena takes out the cocktail straw from her drink and slams her drink. "Eddy, another thanks."
Elena crosses her legs and plays with her chin piercing for a few seconds then looks Yvonne in the eyes and says, "I don't get it. Mr. Fuck-tastic wants to ball you more than ever while boy Gorge-alicious is pounding your cookie and both of these guys are built like a Greek statue and are hung like internet porn talent. Unless you're inviting me in on a threesome, which I will accept quicker than a child takes candy from a stranger, what are you trying to tell me?"
"Elena, come on, you're just looking at one aspect of this, split relationship, I'll call it."
"Yvonne, it's the only aspect of your relationship, the sex. Don't fool yourself otherwise. When you dated that optometrist guy...Greg, I think, yeah Greg, you never raved about the sex. As a matter of fact you told me how you swooned over his sister's boyfriend Marcus. Greg offered you everything but you weren't happy. Now you have what you want and you're bitching," Elena says.
"There's more to it than that. I want to be with Derik but I feel like I need to be with Hayden," Yvonne says then finishes her drink.
Eddy comes over with another drink for Elena and asks Yvonne if she wants another kiddie cocktail. Yvonne gives him a forced smile and says sure as she rolls her eyes. Eddy pours and mixes her drink right there.
"Juice and soda? What's the deal with that? Are you knocked up or something?" Elena says then she suddenly sits up straight and grabs Yvonne by the wrist. "Yvonne, no, are you?"
Yvonne takes a sip of her drink and answers yes. "Let me guess, it's Hayden's but Derik thinks it's his or vice versa?" Elena says.
"Worse, neither of them know I'm pregnant and I don't know which one of them is the father. Plus, I'm still sleeping with both of them," Yvonne says
"Shit, I guess...break it off with both of them. What else can you do? Right? Once you start showing, both of them will lay claim to the pregnancy. Nothing but trouble and hurt can stem from this," Elena says.
"My child is going to need a father. Besides, how am I going to avoid both of them entirely? We live in the same area, have mutual friends and people talk so as soon as the word about my pregnancy gets out they'll find out," Yvonne says.
"Then you lay claim to one of them and break it off with the other. Oh for fucks sake, did you think you could play this game forever anyway?"
"No, who do I pick? This is why I invited you out. I'm at a total loss."
"Use the same comparison process you'd use if you needed a new car and were looking at two different cars to buy," Elena says.
"Do you mean make a list of the pros and cons and compare the lists? That won't work because I'd pick the cutest car with the lowest monthly payment."
"Yvonne, I'm being serious. You wanted my opinion so don't douche all over it," Elena says.
"You're right. I'm sorry. I'll start with Hayden. Aside from what I've already told you, he has great taste in lots of things like wine, food and music. He's well groomed. Meaning, not only does he always look great and smell good but he's waxed, everywhere. Derik, on the other hand, has different tastes, none bad just different. Sometimes he's a little rough on the edges but he pulls it off with his good looks and killer smile but I wouldn't mind seeing him polished up a bit.
In the bedroom, Hayden is in control. Even when he gives me control he's still in control because he's the one giving and taking the control. Derik challenges me. He makes me explore my fantasies and desires in such an emotional way. The sex is still very physical but neither one of us are giving or taking control. It's like we're both rowing the same boat to the same destination. We do our own thing and it works seamlessly. Then we get to the shore and Derik pulls the boat firmly onto the beach and we've both arrived, together," Yvonne says.
"That's good...but I was thinking more along the lines of who makes more money, handles their finances better, is more mature, wants a family, who treats you better, you know that kinda thing," Elena says.
"Who treats me better? Yeah well, that's partly why I asked you to meet me tonight. Hayden pissed me off this morning and either didn't seem to notice or didn't seem to care, maybe both."
"I wish I could give you better advice but I don't have any. You know me, I'd pick one of them using the left side of my brain; then screw him with my right side of the brain," Elena says with a giggle.
"That's my problem. I pick 'em and screw 'em with the same side of the brain," Yvonne says.
"So what now?" Elena asks.
"The last time I saw Derik it was in an unpleasant setting, putting it mildly. I think I'm going to pay him a visit, tonight."
(Part 11) 2/12/16
Yvonne heads for the freeway exit nearest Derik's high-rise condo. The whole commute there is a blur. She is thinking about what she'll say, do and feel once he answers his door, if he is home and alone most preferably.
This will be more than just the usual hook-up visit. Yvonne wants to really asses whether or not Derik would be a better choice than Hayden. Sex, although in the back of her head, isn't the reason for the impromptu visit. She wants to feel around and discover if there is anything about Derik she hasn't noticed or scrutinized in the past.
Yvonne feels like she is on a first date. She has all sorts of thoughts running through her head, expectations, fears and hopes. The elevator door opens on Derik's floor; the top floor. She tries to collect herself while walking to his door. Taking a deep breath, she knocks on his door and fixes her hair then licks her lips.
A moment or two pass by and she hears the door unlock. Slowly Derik opens his door almost all the way. He's standing there wearing only a pair of baby blue boxer briefs with a dark gray elastic waistband. They barely fit. Actually, his package barely fits in the briefs. Nearly naked and alone, maybe some other time would be better for comparison shopping and instead, tonight, go for a demo ride, Yvonne thinks to herself.
Spiraling around Derik's right leg, starting from the small of his back, is a tattoo of a dragon's tail. The dragon's tail ends on the top of his right foot with a red and black spade. The whole tail is a mix of black, blue-green and indigo colors with great detail given to each and every individual scale.
Derik, along with Hayden, used to compete in underground pit-fighting for both money and thrills. Derik was the best fighter in his whole territory. He got the nickname "Dragon Whip" because his right round house kick, if landed flush, was almost always the last blow his opponent would feel for the remainder of the night. He was the best of the best.
A newcomer, Hayden, was gaining many victories and notoriety. The crooks that ran this fighting circuit wanted to see Hayden and Derik face off with each other. This is how Hayden and Derik first met. Anyhow, neither one of them fight anymore, well, not in pit-fights. There's more to this story but for now let's circle back to Derik standing in the doorway, with his package.
Derik's expression was one of casually unenthused. Not that Yvonne reached his face yet. She stumbles, a few times, over his impossibly chiseled abs. At rest, his abs look like they are in the middle of doing a sit-up or crunch but then he inhales and exhales and you see every ab muscle flex and expand in unison like a tapestry of pure arousal woven together in sex appeal harmony.
"Let me guess, Hayden got tired of you and sent you away," Derik says.
"No, he had pressing business to attend to," Yvonne answers.
"Pressing business to attend to. So I guess now you're his secretary," Derik says sarcastically.
"Look, I was out with a girlfriend visiting and thought I'd drop by since I was in the area. If you don't want me around just say so," Yvonne says.
Derik motions Yvonne into his condo and excuses himself while he gets some PJs on. Yvonne is disappointed but figures it would be better if she actually wants to accomplish something tonight besides a rooftop screaming orgasm. On second thought, maybe...
"Want something? Beer, tea or water?" Derik asks.
"Water is fine. I had plenty to drink at Eddy's."
"Eddy's? What brought you out there?"
"My friend Elena. We wanted some place quiet and casual to talk," Yvonne says.
The TV is still on but the volume is muted. They are sitting on a large wooden futon with a thick and plush mattress cushion. Derik picks up his glass of beer that's sitting on the wood-framed glass-topped coffee table and brings it with him to the kitchen.
Even with Derik dressed Yvonne has a difficult time thinking about why she stopped by. Just sitting on the futon brings back memories of all the times they had sex on it and fell asleep in each others arms. They always enjoyed doing it on the futon more than the bed, floor, kitchen counter or anywhere else in his condo because it was so versatile with the different positions you could do and the comfort while doing those positions. Doing it on the bathroom sink has its limits with regards to positions and most aren't particularly comfortable for much more than a few minutes. But on the futon you could be spread apart, bent over, tucked around, pinned down, tied-up, sitting up, held down, top, bottom, behind, sideways, upside down, standing up, on your knees, sitting on, squatting and missionary; just to name a few of the popular ones.
(Part 12) 2/21/16
Derik returns with their drinks and was about to un-mute the TV. Yvonne quickly jumps in with a question. "How's your mom doing?"
Derik sets down the remote and takes a sip of his beer. "My ma?" Derik says.
"Yeah, I haven't heard you talk about her much lately."
"That's because I never do talk about her...she's fine I guess. She's going to remarry, again."
"Are you going to attend the wedding?" Yvonne asks.
"Wedding, right sure. Yvonne, when people get married for the third time there usually isn't any wedding ceremony let alone a reception or anything like that."
"Are you happy for her at least?"
"This time I am but only because she didn't hit me up for any money after she told me the news. Why all the questions?"
"Just curious. You know, family stuff is important and I figured..."
"Figured what Yvonne? Huh, what?" Derik asks annoyed.
"Fucking forget it then."
"Look, my old man was no good and my ma left him but every man my ma got involved with was no good. Everyone knew this except for her. Talking about family is a bad topic for me," Derik says then un-mutes the TV.
"Alright, it's just, well you know, with my past family was always missing and I longed for it. I suppose I thought I could live that part out through your experiences but obviously you don't have many of those kinds of experiences," Yvonne says.
"Yvonne, I know this. Why do you think I stepped into your life when I did?"
"You're right. I'm sorry," Yvonne says.
"It's no biggie. Someday, maybe, when I'm ready I may give this family shit a try." Yvonne listened heard and understood what Derik just said but couldn't believe her ears. She was frozen like a statue as Derik watched the TV drinking his beer. He finished his beer then let out a small burp and says while looking at the TV, "Anyway, I heard you did good with the delivery of the car."
Still lost in her thoughts Yvonne didn't answer. "Yo yo yo Yvonne are ya with me?" Derik asks.
What? Yeah, I was surprised you knew. How did you?" Yvonne asks.
"Hayden, who else of course."
Yvonne couldn't get past what Derik had said a moment ago. She was drawn to him more than ever before. She slides over close to him and starts to play with his hair and Derik puts his hand on her knee. Yvonne desperately wanted to put her tongue in his ear and reach down his pajama pants but she didn't want to throw herself at him; she wanted him to take her.
She runs her fingers along his jaw line and gently rests her chin on his shoulder exhaling softly into his ear. She was growing so aroused as she smelled Derik. He must have finished working out or something because he had more of a masculine body scent rather than the smell of body wash or cologne.
"Anything in particular you'd like to watch? This game is boring," Derik says.
"No but there is something in particular I'd like to do," Yvonne says in a sexy whisper into Derik's ear.
Derik slides his hand from her knee to her inner thigh and turns his head so his nose is touching hers and says, "Sorry, but I lent my Yahtzee game out and it was returned with missing dice."
"Don't fuck with me Derik. You know how much I love that game," Yvonne says smiling.
"I know something else you love and it doesn't need any dice," Derik says as her firms up his grip on Yvonne's inner thigh.
Yvonne's pupils begin to dilate while Derik's fun gun starts to inflate. Neither one of them will make the first move, aside from their involuntary reactions. Derik has one hand on Yvonne's thigh and the other behind her neck with their noses still touching. Yvonne's eyes are saying take me now and Derik's hard-on is saying suck me now but still neither make a move.
Derik walks his fingers up Yvonne's neck and into her hair rubbing his finger tips on her scalp in an all to familiar rhythm. Yvonne counters by sliding her hand within microns past his throbbing bulge and puts it under his shirt stroking up and down on his tummy in an all to familiar rhythm.
Not to be outdone, Derik pulls Yvonne's head back by firmly gripping her hair and runs his tongue from her nose to her cheek then to her neck and stops at her shoulder with a combination of tongue lashes, nibbles and gentle sucking.
Yvonne yanks his hand from her thigh and inserts his fingers into his mouth. Shortly after, Derik pulls out his fingers and slides his hand under her shirt and bra and caresses her nipples with his wet fingertips.
Yvonne pushes Derik away and shoves herself to the other side of the futon by pushing against his hip with her feet. Derik sits there for a moment watching the fire in Yvonne's eyes.
Derik flashes Yvonne with his sexy smile briefly and takes one of her feet and slowly slides off her ankle high leather fashion boot then tosses it over his shoulder. He then nips her sock with his teeth and pulls it off letting it drop on his lap the moment it's off her foot. He goes in for another nip but this time he was aiming for her big toe; Yvonne pulls her foot away.
Derik's eyes light up as Yvonne is rubbing herself through her yoga pants but not because she is touching herself but because the visible wet spot is growing. This time Derik snatches Yvonne's other foot and attempts to start over but Yvonne says, "Teeth for the boot also this time."
Derik obliges and whips the boot across the room by quickly thrashing his head after he gets it pulled off. This time he pushes her yoga pants up past her tone calf and cradles it in his right hand massaging it. With his other hand he starts stroking his swollen rod from outside his pants.
He's sucking the tip of Yvonne's big toe then he moves to the next toe and the next. When he gets to the pinky he puts all five toes in his mouth briefly. Derik drags his strong masculine jaw along the arch of her foot and nibbles on her ankle when he gets there. Now Yvonne's calf is being massaged along with the ball of her foot. Derik puts Yvonne's other foot on his crotch and Yvonne rubs the contour of his shaft with the ball of her foot.
Both want each other. Both are breathing deeper and faster. Both have either a hand or a foot on there play toys but neither want to give in to the other.
"If you don't take me soon, I'm gonna finish myself right where I sit," Yvonne says.
Derik places Yvonne's feet on the futon and stands up with his engorged hammer inches from Yvonne's face. "Okay, let me know when you're done. I'm getting another beer," Derik says.
Derik takes his first step and Yvonne grabs the waistband of his pajamas and pulls him back. "You asshole," Yvonne says then reaches into his pants like it was a grab bag and pulls, more like, lifts and pulls out her prize. It's a huge summer sausage and it's family size. It plunges right into Yvonne's mouth as she shoves it in with one hand while the other hand grabs just under his right butt cheek putting him off balance. Yvonne is sitting up and Derik holds her hair with one of his hands and she throats his cock ravenously.
Sloppy noises, gasps for air and humming drowns out the audio from the TV. "Just like that. Yeah, yeah that's it. Now the balls," Derik says.
Derik puts his right foot on the futon and places both hands on Yvonne's head; one on the back of her head and the other under her jaw. He holds her head still and thrusts. Now that Yvonne's hands are free, she pulls out her travel sized vibrator from her purse sitting on the floor near her feet.
Yvonne scoots to the edge of the futon throttling her self with Derik thrusting his cock in and out of the back of her throat. "Shit, I wanna fuck you so hard," Derik says then slides his pajama bottoms off and removes his shirt. Yvonne doesn't want to stop with her toy so Derik literally rips her shirt right down the middle and starts yanking at her yoga pants that are around her thighs. Yvonne helps by straightening her legs and pointing her feet.
Derik tosses her pants. Yvonne plays with his member with her feet as she undoes her bra. Derik goes along with it and holds her feet together at the bottoms like a hot dog bun and strokes her feet in and out with his thick and long member. When fully in between her feet Derik's balls are at Yvonne's toes and the head of his penis is nearly at her heels. Yvonne watches wondering how all of that fits in her cookie jar let alone her mouth...and throat.
"Have any lotion in your purse?" Derik asks.
Yvonne reaches down in her purse then tosses a small tube of lotion at Derik. He squirts some on her feet bottoms and lets out a blissful sounding moan as he speeds up the thrusting pace.
Yvonne is buzzing away with her joy toy and Derik is slamming away at Yvonne's feet. They look into each other's eyes as if they can read one another's minds. Derik squirts the last of the lotion on the tops of his thighs then lifts Yvonne off the futon. Yvonne wraps her legs around Derik's waist and hooks her feet together with one hand holding her toy and the other hanging onto Derik's broad shoulders. Derik has both hands under Yvonne, holding her by her round luscious ass. "Put it in," Derik says.
"Open up," Yvonne says holding her little friend in front of Derik's face. Derik opens his mouth and bites down on the pleasure device while Yvonne puts in the ecstasy organ. After it slides in and out freely, which didn't take long with as wet and ready as Yvonne is, she hooks her arms under Derik's armpits with her hands coming back over his shoulders holding onto his deltoids.
This grip would tire her arms out quickly but she loves it because she holds herself so close to his body while he is impossibly deep inside of her. With this grip she can also control her movement and position within a fraction of an inch of where she needs it to be sometimes.
Yvonne is grinding, thrusting and working her pelvis like a belly dancer suspended in mid air. She drags her teeth and tongue all along Derik's chest. Derik walks the two of them over to the near wall and spreads his legs a little bit farther than shoulder width a couple feet from the wall and bends slightly at the knees. He places both of his hands palm down on the wall at shoulder height and this whole time Yvonne didn't interrupt fucking his cock for one second.
Yvonne hung there screwing Derik like he is a wooden totem pole with a large dildo attached to it. She would change up her grip when she got tired, reposition her legs, breathe erratically with occasional angry sounding grunts and moans but she didn't stop fucking his huge cock.
"My arms, baby-gasps-my arms are wanting to stop but...oh baby I don't want'a stop," Yvonne says firing passionate flairs with her eyes and nose as she stares deep into Derik's gorgeous hazel eyes.
Derik lowers his forehead onto the wall and removes his hands from the wall then holds Yvonne's body like a swing with his strong hands cradling her ass. With her legs still wrapped around his waist she pulls her self, along with Derik assisting by ways a loving push, into his slugger.
Sweat drips from Derik's nose and chin onto Yvonne's breasts. She looks up at his face as more sweat hits her lips. Unfazed, she grabs her toy out of Derik's mouth and buzzes away letting her head hang back nearly hitting the wall each and every time time Derik pushes and draws her body along his manhood.
Yvonne's eyes are partially closed and so are Derik's. Their thighs are gliding on one another from the lotion. Derik grabs a fist full of Yvonne's hair and lifts her head up to look her in the eyes, supporting her body weight with one thick bulging arm. Yvonne grabs his mouth with one hand and squeezes his lips together like a goldfish and says, "Fuck me harder you little slut."
Derik puts Yvonne's ankle's behind his ears and slams her into the wall. Yvonne hears and feels the drywall crack against her back. She pulls her arm free that was working the toy and drops it on the floor then puts her arms around Derik's neck.
Derik is rocking back and fourth from his heels to the balls of his feet as he pins Yvonne against the cracked wall. In her left ear, she hears Derik's heavy breathing and dirty talk while in the other ear she hears the vibrator rattling around aimlessly on the hardwood floor.
"Oh fuck Dee, I'm feeling cummy. Dee...Dee I'm cummy," Yvonne says clawing at Derik's sweaty sexy body.
Derik takes Yvonne back to the futon and sits down with Yvonne straddling him, riding him, grinding him...dripping all over him. She pulls his hair back then bites his chin, neck, ear and everything else she can get her teeth on.
"Want me to fill you up baby? Yeah Vonny, yeah...yeah," Derik says.
"Drown me Dee...I want it..I'm ready, ready," Yvonne says clawing, biting and thrusting her pelvis faster and harder.
Building, climbing, reaching higher, deeper and farther Yvonne's orgasm is on the verge of hitting. Her speech is unintelligible. Derik's lips and tongue are finger painting Yvonne's neck, shoulders and ear.
Bliss, fireworks, cute puppy dogs and kittens, newly remodeled kitchen and new shoes. Any image you want. Derik and Yvonne pass into ecstasy and couldn't tell you what day of the week it is if they were staring at a calendar at this very moment.
Yvonne collapses onto Derik's hunky physique. Derik exhales deeply and holds Yvonne close and tight. "Why did I ever let you go Vonnie," Derik whispers into Yvonne's ear.
"Don't think about it Dee. I'm here now," Yvonne says.
(Part 13)
It's over an hour past the grand finally and Yvonne starts to get a chill. Her naked body gets goose bumps along her arms. Her nipples aren't erect because they are pressed against Derik's warm hard body. Another chill runs down her back and she awakens.
A quick check to see if she had unintentionally drooled on Derik and then turn the TV off are the first things she does. The first thoughts she has are should I stay or should I go. Depending what she does can either ruin things or can restart things. Yvonne isn't even sure if she wants to restart with Derik, let alone whether leaving or staying will accomplish that.
She's getting cold but doesn't want to get up for a blanket in case she wakes Derik. Waking Derik will make it impossible for her to just leave quietly and it will put her on the spot if Derik asks what she wants to do.
Yvonne takes a moment looking at his handsome face. His full lips barely shut. Thick dark brown eyebrows hanging over his softly closed eyes. Prominent cheek bones complimented by a sculpted jaw line that ends with a perfectly proportionate chin. Even his nose looks sexy Yvonne thinks to herself.
She wants to nibble on his earlobe, drag her teeth along his shoulders and run her hands over his abs and chest then back again and again. She wants to feel his hands touch her, hold her...grab her. She desires a kiss that's deep, messy and passionate. She now needs, not wants, to put her hand between his legs to hold his partly aroused...
Breaking the lustful silence, Yvonne's cell phone rings. Is it Hayden Yvonne thinks as she fumbles through her purse to shut it off.
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