Here's the thing... Derek, he's freaking hot. I mean unbelievably freaking hot. And me... I'm okay. Kind of okay. When I go places with Derek, girls notice him. I guess they have a right to look. Hell, I look. Not only am I looking at the guy's face, but I am looking at his package too. I like to imagine what is under those jeans and just how fun it is to play with. So back to Derek... These whores look. And they have a right to. But that doesn't mean I don't want to smash their faces into the grocery store shelves.
"Let's just get the milk, and get the hell out of here." I tell him frankly as I rush in. I hate going to the store. I hate the pushy people and the waiting in the lanes. To me, it is a necessary evil, and one that I do not want to have a part in anymore. Alas, I will be doing it for a lifetime. That is unless I marry a rich man and we send someone out to get our groceries. And if that is the case, I want a chef too. And help with housework. Shit... A stable hand too. Eh, I am so not getting that.
"I think we already got the milk." Derek tells me with a smirk. He is such a porny man. I think all he thinks about is sex. It seems we have that in common. At the moment, I am thinking about that cock. Damn. I really am a filthy whore.
"Such a dirty little man." I laugh as I walk towards the back. He may have a point. We did get the milk. Getting milk is a blast.
"I think we know I am not a little man. Not by any means." He says frankly. I know he is proud of that huge cock. Hell, I would be proud of it. I would probably be in jail for whipping it out and showing people. It's probably good that I was born a female and stuck with these tiny insignificant breasts. I would be in jail and named a sexual predator, most likely. Not to mention, I would play with myself.
"You have a point." I agree with a smile as I grab the half gallon of milk. Yes, they only need a half gallon. To me, that was insane. Shit, I should buy a pint just to be an ass.
"I think I do." He tells me as he follows. His long stride matches mine as we walk through. I swear, I am already wanting him again. I have problems. Huge problems. I want that cock. Again. It's been less than ten minutes. Again, I want it. "Shit!"
"What?" I ask as I stop and look at him. He is standing there looking around. "What?"
"I need to get something. I said I forgot shit." He says frankly. "Toothpaste. Toothpaste is always good." He says with a smile as she he rushes down that aisle. He is such an idiot. We have so much toothpaste. Oh well, he does need to get something. "Okay... We can go." Derek says with a smile as he walks towards the checkout. We stand in the line. I know we look awkward. We aren't friends. We are not lovers. I'm not sure what we are.
"You are stupid." I mutter as I stand there looking up at the ultimate hotness before me. Derek shakes his head. I can tell he doesn't even want to bother responding. Just as I look at him, I look behind him. Whores. Yep. There are whores behind us and they are looking. Jealous bitches are what they are. Yep, I am fucking this. He is good. You have no idea. Shit... He is a manwhore. You may have an idea. No. He isn't a manwhore in this area. We are safe. Yep, you bitches. He's my fuck.
"What are you-" He starts a he looks up. He must she the scowl. I am so beating their asses with my evil glare. "Ah..." He mutters under his breath. I expect him to eat this up like candy. I expect him to whore himself out. Maybe they will call the number in his back. Or not. I can't believe it. He is looking away from the whores. He is looking away. "That is..." He starts as he leans in. I look up at him in shock. Oh god... He is doing it. Oh my god. He throws his arm around me. Oh no... Pulling me close. I give him a glare, which is ignored. He quickly leans in and kisses me, full on the lips.
"Hey." I say quickly as I pull away. I made the rules clear. I said no kissing. Not even jealously kissing. I glare at him as he remains there with his arm wrapped around me. I quickly snake my hand down and hover above his manhood, grabbing gently. "I told you no kissing." I say under my breath as I squeeze. Derek looks at me and drops his arm down. I think he is afraid. He should be. I do not like it. Period.
We quickly check out without another word. He can tell I'm mad. Not mad. Upset. I am really upset that he continues to push and push. I feel like I can't do anything without him trying to kiss me. We don't love each other. I think it has become a game for him. It is not a game for me. I have a problem with it, and to me, he is being extremely rude and thoughtless.
"What is wrong with you?" Derek asks as he looked at me. I quickly continue walking to the car. I am not in the mood. I don't want to talk about it. "I was just letting them know. I thought you would like that. Maybe even appreciate it."
"Why? You are just a guy I fuck. We have no ties." I tell him as I climb into my car. I'm so freaking red hot I want to sock him in the face.
"There is obviously a reason you don't kiss. It means nothing." He tells me with a nod. I can see his wheels spinning. He is thinking things. I don't like it when guys think. "Why don't you kiss? There is a reason..."
"Why don't you go fuck yourself?" I ask as I look at him. I think he can see the anger in my eyes. Most can. It is always right there up front.
"Why don't you take your fucking pants off..." Derek growls as he looks at me. "Take them off now."
"What? No! I am not taking my pants off." I tell him as I look over. "You want it, so we're doing it again? I don't think so." I growl as I start the car up. I am not fucking him because he wants it right here and now.
"Believe be... You want to take your pants off. And I am not fucking you." He tells me frankly. "But you really should get your pants off." He repeats, "Come on... Trust me. You know you want to..." He tells me with a big grin as he nods his head exuberantly.
I have no idea why, but I'm doing it. I quickly unbutton and unzip my jeans. How does he do this? How does he convince me to do these things that I don't want to do. Well, I want to do them. I do want to do them. I just don't want him to know that I want him to do them. I am so bad. So freaking bad as I slide them off and throw them in the back seat. I am in the parking lot, in my panties. How awesome is that? I will mostly likely get pulled over. Please step outside the vehicle. In that case, I would go to jail for murder.
"Keep the panties on. I have no problem working around panties." He says with a nod as he motions. "Start the car and head home." I look over at him. He is so bad. I know what he is planning and it is bad. So bad.
"Derek..." I mutter as I put the car into drive and head off. This is bad. I should not be letting him snake his hand over my leg. Oh god... He is going under. His is going in for the kill. I feel his large hand go beneath my panties. "Derek!" I giggle. He is tickling me. He is tickling my landing strip.
"Drive." He says with a grin. I can see that grin out of the corner of my eye. He is loving the fact that I am vulnerable and he is in charge. I look up at the red light. I need to stop. Oh god. I need to stop. Now. "You like that?" He asks as he runs his finger down one wet lip. He is teasing the outside. He didn't go in. He is teasing me and I don't like a tease.
"Don't tease me, you fucker." I snap, wanting his fingers inside of me. He either better go deep, or he better start playing with the clit. Either way, I want him in there doing something. No teasing.
"Testy..." He laughs as he goes up the other lip. Derek Shepherd is a rotten bastard and he can rot in hell for all I care. I hate that fucker. "Is this what you want?" He asks as he fingers my clit. I let out a gasp at his touch on my most sensitive area. "Yes it is... Look at your face..."
"Oh god... Just do it." I groan as I spread my legs as far apart as I can and place the left one up and out of the way. I have one shaky foot in control of the accelerator and brake of this vehicle. Is it enough? We should hope it is.
"Oh yeah... You like that." He laughs as he rubs it hard with his thumb. I moan softly as I imagine his large penis rubbing up and down. Up and down. That thick manhood licking my folds and tasting my delicate flesh. Up and down. Up and down.
"Oh god..." I groan as my belly ripples. It is tense. My body is tensing up as my pores begin releasing sweat in the heat of the day. In my haste, I forgot my air conditioner and the heat is taking me over. Internally and externally. The heat is too much. My body wants so badly to react to him. I want to cum and flood his masterful fingers with my essence.
"You are such a dirty little thing." He laughs as he dives into my wet spot, thrusting his fingers deep and fast. The man knows just were to go and how to get there. I feel him thrust deeper and curve his extra long middle finger. "So fucking wet. I give it to you, and all you want is more. You are a wet little fuck. So wet, and you will cum for me. You will come right now." He demands as he hits it.
"Oh my god!" I grunt as he hits it. I thrust my hips up as my heart races. I hope my breath, waiting for that perfect sensation to take me over. I pants softly, trying to stave off my breathing. I want to feel the full intensity of what is to come. "Oh, oh, oh!" I cry out as it hist me like a tidal wave. He has reached my g-spot and sent me into a wave of intense orgasms. I feel my whole core rocking with the rhythm of contractions. My core spasms as my feet twitch. I feel my foot slide off the petal, but I can't seem to get it back on. My arms are shaking, I am losing control of my body.
"Mer! Go!" Derek shouts as he looks up, seeing cars coming from behind. I quickly stomp on the petal and go forward, pushing us back in our seats "Holy fucking shit!" He says as he looks back at the semi-truck behind us. "I think we could have died." He says in disbelief. See, that is the problem with a boy. He should have thought about the dangers before he did that to me.
"I swear... If you ever do that again!" I shout as I drive along. The remnants of the orgasm have passed, and now I am running on adrenaline. Derek looks over at me with a smirk.
"Did you not enjoy it?" He asks with a laugh. He thinks he has done so good. He is so proud.
"Oh... I enjoyed it. It was fucking amazing! But you had to fuck it up, didn't you? You had to go fucking it up by yelling at me. I was still feeling the aftermath and you ruined it for me!" I snap. I know it was so off the wall, but that is how I felt.
"Are you kidding me? You are pissed because I saved us and in turn ruined your orgasm?" He asks in shock.
"Hell yes I am. I'll remember this. I will get you. When you least expect it. I promise." I tell him with a nod. And I will.
As I finish the short drive, I think about how I will get him. Maybe when he is mid orgasm I will just walk away. But what is that? He can finish on his own. He can wrap his big hand around that cock and pump himself into pleasure. I will get him back, and I am sure I will do it when it comes to me in the middle of no where. That is when it works best. Pounce when they least expect it.
"How long were we gone?" I ask as I look at my watch. I'm not even sure when we left, but I swear we have been gone forever. Let's see... Sex takes how long? I mean, we cum quick. We cum really quick if need be. Eh, I would say we've been gone for at least forty-five minutes. That means we definitely pushed it to the limit.
"Too damn long." Derek says as he looks at my grandfather's car in the driveway. We have been gone too long. I would almost forgo going in the house and we could run away. Run away to a porny hideaway where we would lay around and fuck all day. Now that is a play. "What are you doing?" Derek asks as he walks around to the side of the car and looks at me.
"Contemplating whether or not I should being going to my porny hideaway." I explain as I continue to stare ahead. I occasionally zone out and stare forward like someone who is seizing. If that is seizing, I like It. I can hardly pull myself away. I love that state that I go into. No one can touch me there.
"Porny hideaway?" Derek asks as he looks at me. I think he thinks I have gone insane. Not so. I have gone sane. I used to be insane. Now I am just unbelievably happy. I love being in this sane pornographic state. "Where is this porny hideaway?" He asks as he looks at my smiling face. I am dreaming of it now. Right now.
"At the moment... Right in here." I say as I point to my head. Thank god he hasn't pulled me out yet. I swear, I could live here. "But we planning on changing locations soon."
"Oh really?" Derek asks with a smile as he stares at the side of my face. "And when you go to the land of porn, what will you do?" He asks smartly.
"Fuck all day." I tell him with a nod. In the land of porn, I would fuck all day. And maybe dress myself in those slutty little outfits. Either way, the land of porn will be great.
"And what would you call this land of porn you have made?" He asks with a smirk. Apparently he thinks my fantasy island would be a good place to be.
"Um... I never really thought about it. Doggie Style Island, I suppose..." I muse as I think about my favorite position. Deep penetration and I don't have to look him in the eyes. Perfect for when you have to fuck an ugly. Much better than the dangerous alternative of accidental smothering. "D.S. Island."
"Oh... I see. And when will we being going to this island?" He asks as he pulls me from the car. Damn him. Damn him for breaking my concentration. I was there in the zone and he pulled me out.
"We... No. Me. Just me. You wouldn't be interested. It's just me. And a bunch of guys. No other girls. You wouldn't be interested." I tell him frankly as I walk up to the door and put the key in. So much like a penis into the perfect vagina. If that isn't Freud, I don't know what is.
"Why would you need so many guys?" He asks as I push the door open. I can't believe he asked such a stupid question.
"I can have multiple orgasms. How many can you have?" I ask frankly as I look at him. Derek looks at me. The boy can a ton. For a guy, he is doing good. But still, I can go all night. I need a team. A team of hotties.
"That took a long time." Everyone says as they look up from the dinner table. They are eating. They are actually eating. The assholes started without us. What a nice group of people. Oh how much I love them all.
"Um... Traffic." I tell them as I sit the milk in the refrigerator. A nice granddaughter would pour him a glass. I am not a nice granddaughter. I walk over and look at the cow on a plate. I am hungry. Just not for food. When I said I was insatiable, I was not kidding. I wasn't kidding in the least. "We were sitting there forever. And then by the time we got closer, there was nothing there." Now that is the best traffic jam lie. Use it sometime. The mystery accident, I call it.
"I don't know what was going on." Derek says with a smile as he sits down at the table, across from me. I can't believe he is sitting across from me. He is trouble. He is trouble, I tell you.
"Yeah, that happens around here." My grandfather says with a nod. "Idiot drivers."
"They really are bad around here." Derek says with a smile as he looks up at me. We share such a dirty little secret. The perfect dirty little secret. Behind closed doors, hell even in the open, we fuck. We fuck a lot. I drift off back into my zone with a smile on my face. I can see the boys now. The dress code on my island would be perfect. They walk around naked when I tell them to. They do what I say.
"Mer... Were are you?" Mark asks loudly. By the way he is saying it, I think this is not the first time he has asked.
"She is on DT Island." He says with a smirk. I feel his foot come up. His long ass legs reach as he rubs my pussy with his foot.
"It's DS Island." I growl as I clamp my legs shut. He is not even going to get me. No way. "Not DT, it's DS." I reiterate.
"I like DT better." He tells me with a wink. I know what that is. Of course a man would live on Deep Throat Island. Ass.
"You would." I say as I shake my head. I feel his foot come up again. Oh fuck... I should just let him have his fun. I spread my legs and scoot forward. I really am a whore. The sad thing is, he can probably get me off this way. I am ultra sensitive in my nether region.
"What is DS Island?" My grandma asks innocently as she looks up.
"Daisies and sunflowers, grandma." I say with with straight face. I can't believe I just said that. I can't hold it in. I can't. I have to do something. I am going to blow. I quickly push my fork off and duck under the table. Now I am silently laughing. Daisies and sunflowers? What the hell was that?
"And what is DT, Derek?" My grandmother asks him frankly. I wonder if she has any idea. Although, I have to say, I bet she deep throated in her day.
"Donkey and turtles." Derek says quickly. I come up from the table in shock. Now that was even worse. "What?" He asks me as he looks up. "I have a fondness for them both."
"Sure you do." I laugh as I look up. We have got to get better at this if we are going to play.