Use Your Words

Chapter Four

Tuesday February 16th 2010

It was after midnight when Penelope's phone rang with Derek's ring tone. Her heart raced as she picked it up. "Yeah, baby?"

"Are you home, girl?"

"Nope. Em and I are still at the bar. Listen, I'm sorry I-"

Click.

She could have sworn he had hung up on her. That was unheard of. He never had hung up on her in the middle of her saying a sentence in the six years that they had known each other.

"Derek? Are you there?" She looked at the phone. It had full bars. Did the call get dropped?

She called him back but it went to voicemail. Oh shit. She had a feeling that she knew what was behind his question. He wanted her home for whatever he had in mind. Her heart raced a mile a minute.

Emily came walking back to their table, after going to the bathroom, and said "You can not let me go to the bathroom alone again. I got stuck talking to Comb Over Guy for ten minutes." That was a guy who had been hitting on them earlier in the night who got only drunker and more obnoxious as the night went on. "PG? You okay?"

"I gotta go home. Sorry to cut this night short, sweetie, but I have a feeling its in my best interest to get myself home as soon as possible."

"Let me guess, while I was gone you gave in and called Morgan? Your rushing home for some chick-a-chick a bow bow, aren't you?"

"He called me and I honestly have no idea what I'm heading home for but I think I better go there and find out. At least I won't have to make the first move. I was so mean to him earlier. I'm just glad he isn't holding it against me."

"Does he ever? That guy is so whipped when it comes to you. Its cute but also kinda of pathetic. He talks about being a big time player but you turned the game all around on him and none of his player moves mean a thing when you're in the room. He's all "Oh, baby girl, you're the best! You are the light of my life! You're my girl, Garcia!" and he does those thousand sit ups a day for you, too. He's all about you in every way. I even felt kinda bad for him when you were dating Kevin but not that bad, you know? It was karma biting him in the ass for being a player. He's lucky you are giving him another chance to get with you."

"We're both lucky if that happens but I don't know that it will. I was such a bitch earlier- "

"Don't blame yourself. He can take it. You don't wanna make it too easy on him. Let the player work for you. It's the only way he'll appreciate what he has. Make him work, work, work. W-o-r-k. Work for the booty, PG."

"Em, I think you're a little drunk, sweetie."

She downed the last of her drink. "Maybe a little. Sure you don't have time for one more?"

"I'm positive. Morgan is up to something and I better get home and figure out what."

"You just wanna rush home and get some booty. But he needs to do more than just strip. He needs to work for your loving. W-o-r-k."

"Come on. Time to get a cab."

"Okay but you know I'm right. Don't give it up too soon. It will just feed his ginormous ego!"

"Is ginormous a word?"

"Is uber a word?"

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Penelope was pacing around her bedroom, her heart racing very fast, when she finally decided to call Derek. Though it was now almost one am she figured he would still be awake since he had called her less than an hour before.

"Baby girl."

"I'm home." She sat down on her bed.

His voice was deep and husky when he said "Very, very good, Penelope. Are you-"

"Still mad? No, handsome, I'm over it. Please tell me that we're good now. I know I was hard on you earlier but you killed my buzz and hurt my feelings at the same time. I should have been more sensitive though. You were completely right. It would be out of line to have kinky, dirty, good, hot, fun phone sex if I was still seeing Kevin. No wonder that you were upset thinking that but you got way too heated under the collar, sweetness, and it really made me see red. Can we just say we both made mistakes and leave it at that?"

"Forget about that fight. Its not even on my mind anymore."

"Oh," she said with great relief "good." A smile curved over her lips. "You were so jealous of Kevin, weren't you? That's silly because-"

"Silly? You think so? Cause I don't," he said in a low growl. After a pause he asked "Are you in bed?"

"Why?"

And then he started to talk in a sex filled tone and within a few words she knew what he had in mind. "Whenever you wear your yellow cotton top all I can think about is pulling it down and exposing all that it is barely being kept hidden beneath it from me. The way your tits are on display in that shirt should be against the fucking law, baby girl. So many times I have thought about reaching out with one finger and slowly tracing over one of your perky, hard nipples. Pulling that shirt down and slipping your tits out of your bra. Seeing those pretty pink nipples for the first time. You never should have told me that they're pink. Now that is all I think about when I'm in bed alone. Your pretty pink nipples and how they taste. Mmmm, how I want to taste one right this minute. Do you know how bad I want that, girl? To suck your tit so hard you feel it between your legs and beg me to touch you there. Is that what you want right now? Do you want me to slide my fingers between your legs, baby girl? Tell me if that is what you need? Say you need my fingers working over your clit. Talk to me, Penelope. Talk dirty to me right now. Make me come. Tell me what you need."

"Oh, God, I need you, Derek. I need you in my bed. I need your mouth on every part of me. I want your mouth on my pussy so bad right now. My fingers aren't enough. Nothing is enough except you. It has to be you the next time. Tell me it will be you. I can't keep waiting. I can't keep needing this. I can't touch myself every day and think about you. It should be my cum coating your hard, thick cock every night. You showing me what real love making is. You making me scream. You making this ache go away. God, baby, it feels so good to touch myself when I'm talking to you but I need you here. Why aren't you here, Derek? Why aren't you touching me right now? Why can't I reach out and wrap my fingers around your cock right now? So thick and hot. Throbbing. Sticky with your cum. All the cum you spewed while screaming my name. I wanna make you scream, baby. I want your fingers on me, in me, over me. I want my breasts to be your playthings. I want you to feel like my body is all yours. Like you know all of me. Want all of me. Love all of me. Suck my tits and make me come. Only you should touch me. No one else should make me come. Only you. You're all I want. Your cock is all I need. It fits me perfect. Fills up all the emptiness. You pump into me over and over and over for hours until all the pain and hurt we've ever known is gone and instead every part of us just feels good, good, good. It feels so good, Derek. God, do you feel that? How tight you fit in me. So tight and good. So wet. You're so hard and you keep fucking me for hours. You can't get enough of being inside of me. My warmth all around you. Over and over you fuck me. Harder and deeper. We're in every position we can think of and its still not enough. You keep fucking me as I come over and over until I can barely form words anymore but I don't want you to stop. Keep going, Hot Stuff. Fuck me longer, harder, deeper. I can barely take it because you're so big and thick but you feel just right. You're just right for me. I'm just right for you. We're so fucking good together. God, my tits are so aching right now. Their aching for your mouth, Derek. Lick my tits. Swirl your tongue all over them. Make them wet. I'm so wet right now. You make me wet all the time at work. I sit next to you in briefings and I wanna reach out and rub your cock under the table. I wanna make you come with everyone there around us not having a clue all I can do to you. I wanna make you come with just a look. Do you get hard when I sit next to you? When you smell my perfume? Do you smell how I'm wet over you? That's all for you, baby. Always for just you. Just you and I promise that, sug. Nobody means more to me. God, I've wanted you for so long. I am all yours. Fuck me, Derek, and make me all yours. Fuck me, baby. Oh, fuck...damn, I'm getting close now. Please, please, baby, ohhhhhh, come with me. I want you to come with you. Same time, baby. Perfect timing. Tell me when you're coming."

"Penelope...fuck I'm close too. I wanna be inside you. I want you to feel me come in you. Say I can come in you, baby. Nothing between us. Tell me you want my cum in you. You gotta want me like that, baby girl. Want it all. Need it all. Oh, fuck, ohhhhh. Girl...do you need me like that? Will you let me come in you?"

She moaned and cried "Derek! Yes! Come in me, baby! Fill me with your cum. Oh God, baby, oh my God, mmmm, that's so good. Oh, yeah. Ohhhh." And then she let out a breathless sigh.

"OH FUCK!" She could hear him grunting, groaning, stroking and coming and then panting as he lay back, the sheets rustling underneath him.

Though she would always love phone sex with Derek she was aching to feel his cock deep inside of her and not just hear about how it would feel if it was there. She wanted to be filled by him and have his cum warm her insides in a way she'd never been warmed before.

Penelope squeezed her own breast as she came down from her high, closed her eyes and imagined Derek's tongue swirling lazy circles over her as he was buried inside of her, right after his cum had shot out of him and into her.

That would be the perfect way to end any night of the week.