So this chapter is going to be a tad bit graphic, but I swear as the story progresses, it's going to get better. I'm moving slightly fast with this story, but after a couple more chapters it's going to slow way down and the story is going to intensify. I really hope you guys are enjoying this story, I have no way of telling due to the lack of reviews. Please, please, PLEASE review!
Meredith managed to make it to Derek's house without stalling out Mark's BMW. The ride was a bit awkward, they were both rather silent except for Derek letting the younger girl know when to shift gears. Derek didn't know what else to say other than giving out directions. He didn't want to talk about his job and he certainly didn't want to talk about his wife. He was about to willingly cheat on her. And for what? To get back at her? To make himself feel better? The only thing this could possibly create is more drama than he already has. Meredith didn't want to talk about herself either. What conversation could she possibly strike up? That she's a seventeen year old high school student that managed to seduce a twenty-seven year old married man? She actually felt rather low for doing so.
The girl parked in the driveway that was lined with dim glowing blue and green lights. She smiled at the twinkling lights, unable to contain the feeling of awe those simple little decorations brought her. She turned the car off and stepped out into the chilly air of the night, hugging herself against the cold. She watched as Derek climbed out of the passenger side, holding onto the car door so he wouldn't fall to the ground. Meredith smirked, but was starting to have doubts about this whole thing. She was beginning to really like Derek as a person, despite how little she actually knew of him.
She walked over to the drunk man and held out her hand to him. Derek graciously accepted it and slung his arm around the thinner girl, using her for support. Meredith buckled slightly under the heavier man, but managed to walk them both over to the front door. It would have been easier if Derek hadn't have dragged his feet like he was incapable of lifting them properly. He was moving like a sloth, making Meredith trip over her own feet.
"House key?" Meredith asked, jiggling the locked knob.
"Um…" Derek fumbled around in his pant's pockets, trying to remember which one contained his keys, "Found it!" He pulled out the set of keys, grinning. He handed them to Meredith and winked.
Meredith raised her perfectly waxed eyebrows. "You look like a dirty old man when you do that." She observed.
Derek placed a finger over his mouth and made a shushing sound. "Don't tell anyone."
The girl shook her head dramatically and opened the door. Derek thanked her with a cocky grin plastered over his face and stumbled through the house. He felt the wall next to the door in the dark, finding the light after caressing the wall a few times. The living room filled with light, causing Derek to hide his eyes.
Meredith closed the door behind her and observed Derek's house in was a large window that adorned the wall facing the street with a long family-size brown sofa in front of soft peach curtains. She admired the cute little throw-pillows of different colors and patterns that just didn't seem to belong. Derek's idea, no doubt; he seems to have that kind of wild streak to him. A fuzzy beige rug just in front of the black coffee table on top of the oak wood floor gave the room a little more texture. The walls were a slightly darker shade of tan than the carpet. It was overall simplistic, but the pillows that Derek had collected and tossed onto the couch made the room pop vibrantly.
Derek dragged over to the couch and fell onto it, his face burying into the cushion. Meredith couldn't help but smile. The man seemed so innocent. She couldn't believe his wife could just walk out on such a great guy. She supposed every person had their flaws though; Derek was about to ruin that innocence with Meredith He wasn't so sure if he could let himself do that. Take away that innocence. Meredith didn't have that choice. Derek does. Could he really do that to her?
She walked over to where the man blended into the couch and sat next to him, letting her fingertips lightly feather across the back of Derek's wavy hair. Derek turned his face to the side and Meredith peered down so she could look into those gorgeous eyes. She found herself completely lost in those soulful, blue pools.
"Derek," Derek was becoming accustomed rather quickly to that honey-sweet voice, "I… " Meredith took in a deep breath as she tried to keep her smile from faltering, "I think that maybe I should go." She really didn't want to leave, but she didn't want to corrupt that beautiful man she had just met. Normally, the young girl wouldn't think twice about about who she fucked as long as she got the satisfaction she was looking for. There was something about the older man that gave Meredith's heart a sinking feeling. She continued to stroke Derek's head gently as she waited for an response.
Derek's brows furrowed. "You're the one that convinced me to bring you here. Now you wanna leave?" He rolled over onto his back and Meredith straightened up, turning her body to face Derek's. "I thought you needed this? You actually had me convinced I did too." He chuckled in disbelief, shaking his head shamefully. "Go if you want." He closed his eyes, draping his arm over them to block out the offending light.
Meredith was slightly baffled at Derek's change in behavior. She sighed to herself, leaning down over Derek slowly. His face was so close and she could still remember the way those lips tasted. Derek's eyes locked onto those thin, parted pink lips and his own tingled with the need to feel them.
"I'm actually starting to grow fond of you." Meredith admitted shyly, a wave of guilt washing over her. She would never be able to keep Derek. "You're married. I feel bad for taking advantage of your obvious weakness." Her lips curled upward in an attempt to smile. "I guess what I'm trying to say is, I don't want to be the one to ruin everything for you… Unless that is what you really want." Her heart was pumping so fast inside her chest. She was definitely off her high by now, but Derek made her feel just the same as when she took a hit; so very good.
Without answering back, the man snaked his hand around the back of Meredith's pink head and brought their lips together. The girl's eyes slid closed as the older man kissed her lips. The man let his other hand roam behind the girl, finding the hem of her shirt and sliding his fingers across the small of Meredith's bare back.
It was like electricity coursing up Meredith's spine when she felt those warm fingers move across her skin. Her mouth parted, shivering against Derek's touch. The older man immediately took that opportunity to shove his tongue into Meredith's mouth. She allowed the older man to explore her, keeping her own tongue still as Derek traced along her teeth.
Derek broke his exploration with a frustrated huff. "How do you get your clothes on? They are so tight; I can't get your shirt up."
Meredith giggled, standing up from the couch. She slid the small, striped shirt off, tossing it to the floor along with her bra. Derek gawked over the exposed, milky white flesh. Meredith blushed under the man's lingering gaze.
"What?" She questioned bashfully.
Derek shook his head slightly to break himself from his daze. "Nothing… It's just, you're beautiful." He couldn't believe he had just said that. Thank God he's drunk, right?
Meredith's cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. "Thank you." She couldn't control her wild smile.
Derek smiled broadly, sitting up on the couch. His head rushed as he did so, having to brace himself against the small girl, fastening his hands onto her slender waist. Meredith's body melted as she felt Derek's breath against her stomach.
Meredith gasped as she felt Derek drag the tip of his tongue just below her navel. "Fuck," the girl's voice came out in an wisp of breath.
Derek pulled his face away and a small blush streaked across the bridge of his nose and flittered down his cheekbones. "I guess doing it in your pants wouldn't be very gratifying, would it?" He asked rhetorically.
Oh, Jesus, Meredith wanted to cum at the sound of his deep voice teasing her with such words. She whimpered as Derek unzipped her pants. Derek coiled his fingers around Meredith's hip bones and began to drag the tight fabric down, letting them slink down her body. The man watched intently as Meredith guided her pants down with her hands covering the older man's. He was becoming nervous, but his cock throbbed deceivingly in his slacks. It was a little difficult and it took some effort, but they managed to slide the dark denim down Meredith's gorgeous thighs and around her ankles. She had to kick her shoes off to completely remove the unwanted clothing. She unhooked the spiked jewelry from around her wrists and neck, tossing them to the side with her clothing.
Derek moved away, turning his head to the side as Meredith now stood in front of him with only a pair of red, tight underwear covering her special area. He licked his dry lips and downcast his eyes. Gathering a breath of air into her shaky lungs, Meredith placed her hands onto Derek's clothed shoulders and slowly crawled into his lap, straddling him. Derek looked up instantly at the girl, unsure of what to do.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Meredith asked, their faces now only inches apart. Their arousals were pressing against one another as Derek's hands soothed themselves against Meredith's naked flesh. Derek was having a difficult time thinking coherently, but he couldn't deny the fact that Meredith's skin was so amazingly soft and she looked so damn sexy sitting on him.
"I have no idea what I'm doing." He confessed. "I don't even know how I feel about all of this. I just know that I need to have you. So tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Meredith was speechless for a moment, letting Derek's slurred words sink deep inside. "Just treat me like you would if I was your wife."
The girl marveled over Derek's chest and skin. His dark, tantalizing nipples, his hairless chest, his sculpted stomach, it all made Meredith's mouth begin to water. She licked her lips, leaning over and closing the distance between them. So delicious. She cupped her hands around the man's face, admiring the stubble under her fingers. Meredith kissed Derek slowly and passionately, getting lost. Derek's hands wandered down her slender back, resting on the curves of her ass. He was becoming more daring with each passing moment, with each flicker of their tongues clashing together. The young, soft flesh under Derek's hands begged for attention and in his drunken state, he could have sworn it really was calling to him. It was driving him crazy with lust. He honestly didn't know what he was doing, but the waves of his intoxication were leading him on.
He prodded his hands into the tight fabric of Meredith's underwear. The younger girl stopped breathing when she felt Derek's long finger push past her folds and tease the opening of her very desire. She automatically slid her legs wider apart, pushing herself against Derek's daring digit. After silently begging him to continue, Derek plundered his finger into Meredith dryly. The ring of muscle was so tight and Meredith seemed to devour it hungrily. Normally, Derek probably would have been grossed out sticking his digit into another girl's vagina, but he couldn't help but fall victim to the warmth of Meredith's body. She bit her lip and helped Derek fuck her vagina with his finger. It was a little difficult to gain proper access to the hole with underwear on, but just having some part of Derek inside her felt fantastic.
"Do you like that?" Derek asked curiously, getting even more painfully aroused at Meredith's soft, airy moans against his ear.
"Mmm, yeah." She cooed, licking her lips seductively. As she did, the wet tissue came into contact with Derek's neck, sending sparks flying down his spine. "You can add another finger… If you want." She suggested slyly.
God, Derek was so nervous. He added another shaky finger into the smaller girl. She was so tight. His dick got wetter just thinking about having that tightness around his cock. Meredith growled deep into her throat, capturing Derek's bottom lip between her teeth and sucking on the tissue. Derek slowly pumped his index and middle finger in and out to the knuckles a few times before keeping the long digits within him as deep as he could get them to go. He wiggled them around slightly in a circular motion, prodding around, exploring.
Meredith moaned loudly, closing her eyes and letting her forehead rest against the older man's as a wave of pleasure surged through her. Her vagina clenched around Derek's fingers automatically, strangling his digits as he continued to flick that delectable pot of gold at the end of Meredith's rainbow. The girl clamped harder onto Derek's bottom lip, sucking it hungrily. Her whole body was beginning to feel like it was floating on clouds as her area was being stimulated.
Derek was rubbing her spot vigorously. She couldn't form a complete thought. She couldn't stop purring like a horny cat; no one has ever taken the time to make her feel this good before. It was always business rather than pleasure. She felt like she could cum at any second. "Derek," she warned loudly, "I'm… Oh God… I'm gonna cum if you don't stop. Please, fuck me," she begged, "I wanna feel you inside of me, please." She reached down and slid her hand into her own underwear, cupping her hand over Derek's.
He couldn't stop himself. Hearing Meredith panting and begging was just too sexy for him to stop. Derek obliged, however, only for a minute, removing his hand from Meredith's underwear. The girl was not expecting it to return, but it did. Derek had slipped it through before letting his slippery fingers return to her begging hole and diving in. He massaged the area harder, rubbing it with such power. Meredith's whole body went numb and her eyes fell heavily shut. This new position allowed Derek's palm to gingerly rub Meredith's clit as his fingers played her area like a musical instrument.
Meredith's toes curled and she dug her nails into Derek's bare shoulders. His shirt was barely hanging onto Derek's body as the younger girl pawed at his flesh feverishly. "Fuck, fuck," she repeated, "Oh, fuck, please… I'm going to cum, I'm going to cum. I want you to fuck me."
Derek's head, flooded with intoxication and his groin burning on fire with arousal was screaming at him to stop toying with Meredith and to feed his own lustful need of release. He ripped his fingers painfully quickly out of the smaller girl, causing her to cry out as her orgasm retreated agonizingly away. She had almost cum, her area dripping profusely, before Derek stopped his ministrations. It was painful. Derek tossed the girl off his lap and onto the couch with desperation. He was being a little rough, completely overpowered with intense sexual desire. Derek ripped the rest of his shirt from his body and yanked his pants harshly down his thighs, causing white faded scratches on the plump, sweating skin.
Meredith took in Derek's naked form, moaning when she saw how large the man's penis is. She mewed, wanting nothing more than the older man to fuck the shit out of her. Derek crouched in between Meredith's thin, parted legs possessively. He scanned the creamy skin beneath him. So fucking delicious. His cock visibly pulsed, his body slick with a thin film of perspiration, his stomach quivering in anticipation and his chest heaving as he stared over Meredith's fresh body like a new toy. The young girl was writhing under him, pleading with her glazed eyes to fuck her senseless. Not even Addison reacted that way to his touch. Maybe this really is what Derek needs.
Meredith extended her hand out to Derek and lured him to bring their bodies together. As she flattened herself against him, feeling his flesh against the girl's flesh full on for the first time made him crave. They kissed in a heated fit of passion as the yearning for the younger girl devoured his right state of mind. Their tongues rubbed together like they were trying to start a fire, teeth scraped painfully, hot breath mingled into a mix of masculine appetite, and vibrations of illicit moans that traveled scandalously through one another's throats. Meredith wrapped her long, model like legs around Derek's lower back, exposing Derek to her radiating warmth. The man groaned when his thick cock hovered dangerously close to the younger girl's entrance. It was beckoning him, bewitching him.
"Do you… Want me to… Put a condom on?" Derek panted in between mouthfuls of Meredith's tongue, drinking the girl's saliva like unlawful water.
"Um… " Meredith looked around pointlessly, "You don't have to if you don't want to." She was blushing for some reason and sounded unsure. "I mean, I know you're married, so… "
"Is that the only reason?" Derek licked his swelling lips, unable to tear his gaze away from Meredith's mouth. He couldn't get enough of how perfect she tastes.
Meredith pressed their lips together softly and spoke timidly against the tissue. "I've never let a guy fuck me without a condom." She feigned a smile.
"If it's a personal decision then I'll put it on. Fuck, I don't think I've worn a condom since… Since college." He mused playfully.
"Then don't worry about it." Meredith raised her hips so that Mike's hard length poked her treasure. "I don't mind letting someone like you in me without a rubber." She blushed again, casting her eyes away shyly. "No one's ever been for my own needs before, it's always like work, ya know what I mean? I'm actually enjoying myself with you."
Though her confession made Derek remember how Meredith would occasionally turn tricks for drugs, his heart fluttered at his honesty. "I don't know you very well, but I doubt your problems can all be solved with my penis," they both shared a generous chuckle, "But I hope that after tonight, you feel a little better."
Meredith wanted to cry at those sensitive words. Derek was being genuine and sincere. God, why couldn't he be single? She almost couldn't believe that such a guy would walk so simply into her life. Just an hour ago, they didn't even know the other existed or so they were aware of. Now, they were about to make sweet, hot love to one another.
Derek reached down in between their bodies and smeared his own precum around the head of his leaking cock. He was precumming like crazy; covering the entire tip with the thick, slippery substance. He wrapped his hand around the engorged member and guided himself to Meredith's tight ring. The younger girl's mouth dropped open and Derek watched her features intently, curiously as he eased himself in. He had never seen such a mix of pain and pleasure on one's face before. It was a little difficult, even after stretching the opening, to slide inside. She was so fucking tight. Meredith restrained the urge to dig her fingernails into Derek's godly flesh.
Once Derek was completely sheathed inside the young girl, he growled as his dick pulsated inside the constricting muscle. "Oh. My. God." Derek moaned and rested his head in the crook of Meredith's neck, slightly wiggling his hips against the discomfort of being strangled within the girl's body. "I've never felt anything so tight in my life." God, don't let Addison hear that!
"Are you alright?" God, he was even concerned for her. Derek is definitely a package deal. A package sent from heaven.
Meredith hummed a content agreement and Derek slowly retracted out of Meredith's marvelous tunnel, probing the entrance with the tip of his roaring erection just before diving back in. He did this a few times, pulling out all the way to massage and tease the rim just before gliding easily back in. She expelled hot gusts of breath in Derek's ear, draping her arms lazily around the man's back. The man snaked his hands down to Meredith's rear and kneaded the flesh with his fingers, pressing their pelvises closer together.
"Jesus," Derek moans echoed through the quiet room of gasps and slapping flesh, "I can't believe how deep I am in you." This was so different from making love to his wife. It felt… Oddly better, almost. With Addison, it was a race to the finish; never any time to enjoy the melding of their bodies or the elation of sweet release. He ground against the younger girl roughly, causing such friction between his stomach and Meredith.'
"Mmm, oh fuck, right there!" Her words came out as a quiet scream and she instinctively scraped her short nails down the man's back. "God, baby, right fucking there. Fuck me."
Derek became more aroused, if possible, at Meredith's dirty talk and the stinging trails forming down his flesh. The girl writhed uncontrollably as Derek began to pound savagely into his smaller body, hitting the spot dead center with such desperation. Meredith threw her head to the side, exposing her neck to the man above her. Derek wasted no time and wrapped his mouth against her neck, sucking as though he was trying to steal his life force from her. He left large bruises and nibble marks on the salty skin.
"Oh, fuck, Christ, make me scream, baby. I wanna scream!" She began to scream as the waves of pleasure drifted her away.
"Fuck, you're so hot." Addison was never very vocal, so Meredith's outbursts and spicy tongue made Derek's dick begin to drip inside of the younger girl. He slammed into his lover faster and faster, continuously ramming into the girl. Meredith was screaming deafeningly, chanting Derek's name like the chorus of a song. She was so loud the neighbors could probably hear them.
"Oh shit," Derek bit Meredith's neck again hard as his stomach clenched and his testicles tightened, "I'm going to cum. Are you ready? Cum with me."
"Mmm! Yes!" Was all she could scream out, tears collecting at the corners of her eyes from the intense pleasure. Derek was the first to ever ask if she was ready to cum. She was totally falling for the older man.
"Okay," he moaned, "I'm cumming! I'm cumming!"
As Derek painted the girl's walls, the younger girl spilled all over her and her lover. Meredith's eyes continued to rim with threatening tears as she felt Derek's essence coat her insides like a blanket of hot, white lust. His belly became warm and tingled with the new sensation and Meredith's thighs shook at the intensity of their love making. Derek stared down affectionately at the younger girl, his drunken state now a lingering buzz and kissed her lips ever so sweetly. When Derek attempted to slide out, Meredith fastened her legs tightly around him. Derek could feel the muscles trembling as he braced himself around her.
She looked concerned. "Is something wrong?" Derek noticed the small tears as they glistened the girl's eyes.
"I… I just want you to stay in me, just a little longer. Please?" Her face burned at the request, but still looked so angelic.
Derek smiled and collapsed back down on the smaller girl. Meredith groaned at his weight, but adjusted quickly to it. She pulled the blanket from off the back of the couch and covered Derek's naked body as best as she could. They were both exhausted; all their energy spent during that extreme sexual experience. Meredith rubbed Derek's hair lovingly. This felt too perfect, too right. Meredith had only opened up once to someone and now she had given herself to a complete stranger. She couldn't deny being scared, but this moment was to imperishable to ruin right now. Derek couldn't keep his eyes open any longer. His energy was exasperated.
Meredith brushed her lips against her lover's cheek, breathing in his musky scent of the afterglow of sex. Soft snores emitted from the older man and Meredith smiled broadly, hugging him closer. She wasn't in the most comfortable position, but Derek had fallen asleep inside of her and Meredith felt too whole, too complete to move him. She fell asleep with a huge smile gracing her young face. For the first time in a long time, she gave himself to someone she actually could see herself caring deeply for.