S.O.S.
S.O.S. My dorm., is what the text message says.
"Sorry, guys," Derek Venturi laughs, smirking. "I'm gonna have to take a rain check on that party."
Derek's hockey teammates look at him, confused. The entire team is literally on their way to some frat party, and now one of their teammates is saying he's not going.
Derek meets the eyes of his roommate and teammate, Seth. Seth knows. Somewhat, anyway. He knows what S.O.S. means, but not who it means.
"S.O.S.?" Seth asks, a knowing look on his face.
Derek nods, tucking his cell phone back into his pocket.
"S.O.S.," Derek confirms, running his tongue along his teeth.
Seth chuckles, shaking his head.
"Dude, what's more important than a party with a bunch of sorority chicks?" Derek's teammate, Wes, asks, laughing.
Derek raises his hands, shrugging his shoulders.
"Believe me," he starts, laughing. "S.O.S. is way more important."
And with that, Derek turns on his heels and takes off running toward the girls' dormitory.
"What's the S.O.S. thing?" Jake, another hockey player, asks Seth after Derek runs off.
Seth laughs, his head tipping back.
"He's sleeping with some girl," Seth answers. "And whenever either of them wants something, they text the other 'S.O.S.'. It's kind of hilarious, actually."
Jake laughs at that, now realizing why Derek took off after getting that text. Jake himself would've done the same if given the opportunity.
"That's awesome," Jake states, his tone light and joking. "Do you know who she is?"
Seth shakes his head.
"Nah, Derek won't tell me. But he's been sleeping with her for at least a few months."
Jake furrows his brows.
"Guess that explains why he disappears all the time," Jake points out.
Seth nods.
"Wouldn't you?" Seth questions, laughing, admittedly a little jealous of his friend. "I mean, a girl texts him just for sex. I mean, he said they're friends, that it's not just a booty call, but S.O.S. means she wants sex. What I would give to meet a girl like that."
Derek arrives at his step-sister's dorm within a few minutes of receiving her message.
He knocks on her door and waits until she opens it. When she does, she reaches out and grabs the front of his leather jacket, yanking him through the door.
Her lips are on his in seconds, and his hands grip tight onto her sides as he kicks her door shut behind him.
"I want you so bad, D," Casey whines, pulling back for a moment to strip off her sweatshirt and to shove Derek's jacket off.
Derek groans, leading Casey backward onto her bed, dragging her leggings down her legs and tossing them behind him.
He kneels above her, tearing his t-shirt off before leaning back over her, biting into her shoulder as his fingers slip down between her legs.
Derek can't help the low growl that escapes his throat when two of his fingers sink easily into her with no resistance.
Casey's back arches off the bed and her head tilts back.
"Oh, my—" she cries, reaching up and tangling her fingers into her step-brother's hair.
Derek pumps his fingers a few times, adding a third before bringing his lips back to hers. And his eyes almost roll back in his head when she bites gently into his bottom lip.
Casey's fingers reach out, fighting with the buckle on Derek's belt until she gets it undone, pulling it free and dropping it to the floor.
"Off," she orders, tugging at his jeans, which he quickly rids himself of, along with his boxers.
Derek dips his head down, running his tongue over one of Casey's nipples as he positions himself over her.
"Derek," Casey moans, her fingernails scratching at his biceps when he enters her.
"Fu-uck," Derek breathes against her chest, his brain short-circuiting at the feeling.
Derek pulls out, almost completely, before thrusting back into her, the headboard of her bed clapping against the wall.
Derek picks up a rhythm with long, deep thrusts, making Casey's toes curl. His fingers dig into her hip as he lifts his head from her chest, crushing his lips back to hers.
His tongue battles with hers as his thrusts get faster, harder, and as Casey's legs tighten around him, signaling both of their impending ends.
"C-Case, I'm gonna—" Derek grunts, dropping his forehead to her shoulder.
"I know, D," Casey whispers, canting her hips up to meet Derek's. "Me too, me too."
Derek can feel Casey's legs shaking at his hips and her nails dragging down his back, no doubt leaving welts behind. He thrusts into her a handful more times before her head tips back, her mouth falling open on a silent moan, and her body shudders, her orgasm crashing over her in waves.
Derek struggles to keep his eyes open, his own orgasm fast approaching, but he refuses to miss seeing the way Casey's face contorts with pleasure. And watching Casey finish is enough to tip Derek over the edge, his arm almost giving out from the force.
Casey's breaths are labored as Derek carefully pulls out of her, dropping down onto his back beside her.
"Holy—" Derek starts, staring up at the ceiling as he calms his breathing.
"Yeah," Casey agrees, her heartbeat pulsing in her ears.
The pair lie in silence for a moment while they come down from their highs, but Casey's fingers curl around Derek's, squeezing.
Casey rolls onto her side, propping her head up on her free hand.
"You hungry?" Derek asks, smiling a lopsided smile up at her.
Casey nods, smiling back at her step-brother.
"Wanna go to that pizza place you like?" Casey questions, bringing their joined hands to her lips, kissing the back of his hand.
Derek nods, his thumb caressing her cheek.
"I'll even get you that weird veggie pizza you like," he smiles, laughing lightly.
Casey 'hmms', biting her lip to hide her smile.
"Wow," she gasps, playfully. "Must've been one hell of an orgasm."
Derek laughs, his eyes meeting hers.
"Always is."
Hello, friends. So, this is the second one-shot in my newest series, which includes "Alabama" and "Red-Handed". This one-shot, "S.O.S." takes place approximately three months after "Alabama". But it can totally be read as a standalone one-shot.
Thanks for reading.