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Chapter Five

Derek Williams stood at firm 6'11, weighed two-ninety and his presence was intimidating. He was a professional bodybuilder and had been in Mercedes' life since she was seven when her older brother befriended him in middle school. He was respectful and kind until provoked and always treated her like the little sister he never got. Jamaal, her older brother, was always over protective of her but not like Derek, he made sure everyone knew that she was never to be touched.

For a time, he was successful at keeping other boys at bay but what they both failed to realize was that he was the boy that needed to be kept away. Mercedes couldn't pinpoint the actual moment when the lines between the two of them blurred but she was almost certain it happened the summer before her Junior year.

They were alone which wasn't unusual but things… hormones were new for her in a sense. Derek had always been attractive to her but the older she got the more she noticed she had a crush on him but he never treated her like anything other than a little sister. What started out as an innocent hang out session, quickly changed into them making out. She initiated but was very surprised when he responded eagerly, that was only one of many secrets she kept from anyone but it wasn't the biggest.

He never initiated, she figured it was because he was being respectful but later found out that he didn't want her to think he was taking advantage of her. She remembered laughing when he told her that because she thought he was just entertaining his best friend's little sister. It wasn't a long fling, in fact, it ended right after they'd had sex. That was the secret they both swore they'd never speak of again.

He was her first and she was happy about that because that meant she shared it with someone who cared for her. No there was never the misunderstanding of love, sure they had love for each other but never been in love with each other. He was in some ways her best guy friend, he was present when she found out she was pregnant and helped her throughout her pregnancy.

She never wanted to blur the lines the way they had but it just happened, though she didn't regret it she felt bad for lying to her brother for all these years.

"Ready?" Derek asked when she walked out with her bag.

"Yeah, can I drive?" She asked laughing when he shot her a knowing look. "What? I only hit a bush last time."

He grabbed her bag and tied it to the back of his bike. "No, you hit a tree then hit a bush. It took me six weeks to get my bike fixed."

She snickered. "I helped pay for it."

He looked down at her. "Did you?" He teased and she laughed because she hadn't.

"The thought crossed my mind but you make a shit ton of money, so why would I?" She asked, sitting on his bike waiting for him.

Derek shook his head, getting on. "You're so annoying." He said, passing her a helmet. "Hold on."

Mercedes put on the helmet and wrapped her arms tightly before he pulled out of her driveway. She always loved when he'd let her ride because it was the only time she felt like she could be out of control, her entire mind was able to be blank and she allowed herself a few moments to cry.

She was overwhelmed and so tired of Jason holding her past over her, she needed this escape and even though Derek didn't live far it still counted as an escape. When they pulled up to his townhome, she waited for him to do his normal check before walking inside and immediately making herself comfortable. She'd been over there plenty of times with her son, so she knew where everything was.

"Mind if I shower?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

He looked at her, placing her bag down. "Yeah, go ahead… towels are in the closet."

She gave him a partial smile before heading down the hall, stopping to grab a towel then going into his master bathroom.

Derek had a one bedroom townhome but it was spacious and since he was so tall he had a huge rainfall shower with a separate clawfoot tub that could fit two comfortably. All of his floors were heated and he had by far the largest bed and sofa. He had an Alaskan king bed, which was big enough to fit him and four other people comfortably. His sofa was an extra large sectional that was by far the softest thing she'd felt, sometimes she would purposefully ask her son if he wanted to go hang out with 'uncle Derek' just so she could sleep on it.

She sighed, turning the shower on before taking off her work clothes, she waited a few more moments for the water to get fully heated then got into the shower. Letting the hot water hit her skin as she let out another breath, she wanted to scream but knew there was no use. Closing her eyes, she tilted her head upwards letting water wash away whatever leftover stress she had before she felt a pair of hands on her shoulders.

"You sure you're okay?" Derek asked, running his hands down her arms before slipping them around her waist. Mercedes let out a soft whimper feeling his body against hers made her feel safe.

"I will be." She replied, swaying against him.

Derek cupped her breast, feeling her nipples pebble underneath his fingers as he brushed them with his thumb. He brushed his lips against the nape of her neck before kissing her. Mercedes tilted her head, giving him more access, her breathing slowly rising as she felt him growing against her back, she remembered being intimidated by his size the first time they had sex. Lucky for her he made sure to build her up before going any further but now, she didn't need the build up nor did she want it.

Turning around, she wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on her toes and kissed him. She always loved how his lips felt when they'd make out when they were younger, his full lips would capture hers and take her to places she'd only dreamed up. Derek moved his hands from her breast down her body as he rubbed his dick against her stomach, feeling it grow slick from his own excitement. There was something so satisfying about having her being vulnerable with him this way.

He wasn't arrogant enough to think he had that effect on her, he knew what this was and he would gladly oblige. He moved both of his hands until they were just under her ass, kneading and caressing her ample backside before lifting and wrapping her legs around his waist. He didn't readily insert himself into her, instead he rubbed dick along the entrance of her core feeling heat radiating and her juices coat his hungry member.

"Can I?" he asked, sucking on her neck as he continued to brush against her swollen clit.

Mercedes whimpered tightly around his neck. She began to rock against him herself. "Yes, please." she replied.

Derek wasted no time entering her in one swift movement, filling her to the brim and letting out a rugged breath, feeling her clutching him tightly.

"Shit" he muttered slowly moving her up and down eliciting soft moans and cries from her. It had been a while since they'd had sex but it always felt damn good being buried inside of her. He had only the smallest amount of guilt but it was because he felt like he was betraying his best friend by being intimate with his little sister.

"Harder." Mercedes whined, her eyes were shut and the expression on her face was sheer pleasure.

Derek smirked, lifting her up before slamming into her, causing her to scream out. "You know I hate being told what to do." He quipped, as he continued slamming into her. Mercedes offered a lazy smile, unable to speak while his current actions drove her closer to her orgasm.

Derek slowed his thrust, knowing it would piss her off before moving to the bench and sitting down "Suck it." He instructed, pulling her hair out of its ponytail.

Mercedes licked her lips, getting on her knees and running her hands along his erection. Derek opened his legs wider giving her more space before his head fell back when she flicked her tongue along the tip. She smirked before taking the tip into her mouth, tasting herself mixed with his precum causing her to moan. She ran her hands up and down his shaft as she began sucking him off, her tongue circling the head causing him to jerk slightly.

Derek groaned, raking his hands through her hair grabbing a bunch of it and gently pushing her further down. Feeling the vibrations when she moaned and watching in awe as she took all of him in stride.

He moved his hips to match her before pulling her away. "Not yet, I need to get my fill in first." He said, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder before turning the shower off then carrying her to his bedroom.

He placed her at the edge of the bed, smirking before running his tongue along her wet slit, groaning, when he tasted her. Mercedes shuttered, as he pushed his tongue against her hardened clit, spreading her legs wider and letting him feast. Derek slipped his arms underneath her thighs and placed her legs over his shoulders, flattening his tongue, running it up-and-down from her core to her clit before sucking it into his mouth.

She jerked as he attacked her sensitive pearl while moaning, rocking her hips against his flicking tongue.

She grabbed his head holding him in place, and she felt a climax building. "Right there." She breathed, her chest heaving as he increased the pressure of his tongue pushing her straight over the edge into the brightest abyss.

Smirking, he kissed his way up her body, sucking her nipple into his mouth as he lined himself up with her still spasming core. He leaned over and grabbed a condom from his bedside table, quickly sheathing himself before he gripped her hip, sliding inside her. He took a few deep breaths then began fucking her unrelentlessly.

Derek's strokes were long and powerful, hitting her g-spot, causing her to writhe underneath him as she moaned repeatedly. Sitting upright, he ran his hand up her body lightly wrapping his hand around her neck. Anchoring her, he slowed his strokes building her up again.

"Fuuck…" Mercedes muttered feeling her climax bursting starting in the depths of her core then sending currents of electricity throughout her body making her cry out.

Derek smirked. "Tapping out already?" He teased as he continued thrusting into her.

Mercedes rolled her eyes and snickered. "More like bored," she joked, pretending he was already working up to the next climax within her.

But Derek had other ideas as he increased his pace and intensity, pushing her further each time, teasing and tantalizing her with each stroke. Her body responded as she felt waves of pleasure coursing through her body with each rock of his hips sending sensations of pure bliss.

She threw her head back digging her nails into his back, as wave after wave of pleasure surged through every nerve ending in her body until finally she screamed out in ecstasy. Derek followed soon after, growling out as they both succumbed to their own pleasure.

Collapsing onto the bed in a heap, they were left panting and spent from their intense romp. Mercedes looked over before playfully kicking him in the shin.

"Last time." She breathed.

Derek nodded, grabbing the cover and pulling it over her. "Last time." He repeated before getting out of bed to discard the condom. Mercedes sighed in content, wrapping herself in the thick blanket and drifting off to sleep.

Sam slouched at his desk, surrounded by a sea of crumpled paper and pencil shavings. Exhausted from the long day, he knew he should be getting some much-needed rest before starting his new job tomorrow. But ever since leaving Mercedes' office, inspiration had taken hold of him and ignited a fire within. His fingers flew across the page as he put pen to paper, bringing his new graphic novel to life with every stroke. He couldn't resist the alluring call of creativity, desperate to capture every thought and idea before it slipped away. Even as exhaustion weighed heavy on his eyelids, he was unable to tear himself away from his drawings.

Sam had always been a night owl, but tonight the darkness seemed to only fuel his creativity. He was completely lost in his work, oblivious to the time ticking away on his phone. Each stroke of his pencil felt like a dance, swaying seamlessly between the intricate lines he was carefully etching onto paper. It was as if he was playing the piano, hitting every note with precision to create a beautiful symphony of images. The moonlight gently peeking through the window seemed to guide his hand, casting long shadows that danced across his drawings and gave them life.

It was in this moment that he began to sketch Mercedes; her dark eyes captivating him even on paper. He drew her in charcoal, capturing the essence of her mystery, the allure that had ensnared him since their first encounter. The paper embraced her image with passion, reflecting her enchanting beauty in every shade and hue. Each curl of her hair, each delicate feature on her visage was meticulously etched by Sam, a testament to his devotion.

Every panel that he drew breathed a life of its own; instilling an emotional journey that transcended beyond the boundaries of the page. The story flowed from his mind, through his fingers, and onto the paper with an aromatic rhythm that was both captivating and bewitching. Mercedes was more than just a character in his graphic novel; she was real, tangible, a woman of substance and intrigue that he could almost touch. The book was turning into a masterpiece, resonating with Sam's soul as the truth of his feelings emerged from the depths of his heart.

Finally, after hours of constant drawing and re-drawing, he leaned back in his chair with a satisfied sigh. He studied the pages in front of him, taking in every detail and making mental notes of any changes he wanted to make tomorrow.

Despite the late hour, Sam's mind was still buzzing with ideas. He quickly jotted them down on a nearby notepad before finally admitting defeat and crawling into bed.

As soon as his head hit the pillow, he was out like a light. The next morning, Sam woke up feeling surprisingly , he got out of bed and headed for the shower. Under the water,

his thoughts swiftly raced back to the figure of Mercedes, her image still vivid in his mind. As the warm water droplets cascaded down his body, he could almost imagine her touch, feel her fingers caressing his skin. The steaming droplets melted away the fatigue and stress from his body, but only heightened the longing for his muse.

With every splash of water against his skin, he felt a surge of desire, a craving that shook him to his very core. The echoes of water hitting the tiles were like whispers of Mercedes' name, breaking the silence and stirring a tempest within him. His heart pounded wildly as he reached out for the soap, its smooth texture akin to how he imagined Mercedes' skin would feel under his touch. A shudder ran through him, inciting an arousal that was as unexpected as it was unavoidable.

As the hot water continued to pour down on him, Sam's mind drifted into a fantasy of Mercedes. His body responded eagerly, his hand moving faster and with more urgency as the image of her consumed him. The idea of her being there with him, their bodies entwined in an intimate embrace, was almost too much to bear.

In his mind's eye, he could see her gorgeous figure pressed against his own, her soft skin brushing against his as they moved in perfect rhythm together. He could feel her breath on his neck, hear her moan his name in pleasure as they reached new heights together.

With each thrust of his hand, he imagined it was Mercedes pleasuring him. Her touch was gentle yet firm, igniting a fire within him that grew and spread throughout every inch of his being. He let out a low growl as he neared climax, his body trembling with need and desire.

Finally, with a loud cry of Mercedes' name, Sam reached the peak of euphoria. His body shook with waves of pleasure as he rode out the intense release. As the last remnants of ecstasy flowed through him, he leaned against the cool tiles and let out a long sigh.

For a moment, all was still as Sam relished in the aftermath; the lingering echoes of Mercedes' touch still burning on his skin. But soon enough reality came crashing back in and he realized what he had just done.

A pang of guilt hit him like a ton of bricks and he couldn't believe how carried away he had gotten. He quickly finished showering and stepped out to dry off before getting dressed for breakfast.

As he walked down to the kitchen, Sam couldn't shake off the feeling that what just happened was more than just a harmless fantasy. He couldn't help but wonder if there was something deeper going on or that he was just attracted to her sexually. He had a pretty bad track record of falling for women quickly and he knew deep down he didn't know anything about her to warrant his recent actions outside of having the luxury of kissing her and feeling her body.

As he dressed for work in front of the mirror, he found his gaze drifting back to the sketches spread across his desk. He was worried if he took it with him it would send a bad signal to Mercedes and she would fire him but as he looked at it longer even he couldn't deny his work was stunning.

The harsh sound of his father's voice startled Sam from his thoughts. "Sam, you don't want to be late!" he shouted from the bottom of the stairs.

With a heavy sigh, Sam gathered his portfolio and carefully placed the sketches and designs he had worked on late into the night.

A sense of anxiety washed over him as he remembered his father's words from earlier - "Don't fuck this up." He repeated them under his breath before slowly making his way downstairs. The wooden stairs creaked beneath his feet as he descended into the living room, where his father stood impatiently tapping his foot. The aroma of coffee lingered in the air, reminding Sam that he hadn't slept much. With a deep breath, he prepared himself for whatever was to come next.

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