Page 40 of Bound By Ink

“Relax,” he snarls as his body lies on mine, pushing his dick fully inside me. I try to breathe through the sting. His body holds me down, and he grunts into my ear, “I’m about to rock your world.” His hips pull back and slam into me. Wincing, I moan as he thrusts and bucks, rutting into me. I try to be present and participate, to enjoy this, but it’s painful. I groan, and his hips slam against me.

“Derren,” I gasp, not sure what I want from him.

“That’s it, baby, scream my name for me.”

He thrusts and slides his hand around my face, gripping my mouth.

“Say it, say my name,” he grunts with each thrust.

“Derren,” I mumble. “Derren.”

“Ugh, yeah. Fuck yeah, baby.” He lets out a long groan, and his body flops against me.

His breathing is ragged against my cheek. “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He kisses the side of my face, pulling out of me and rolling off. I start to turn over, but he’s already standing.

“The bathroom is across the hall.” I smile at him, thinking he’ll take the condom off and come back. But he pulls it off, ties it up, tosses it on top of my dresser, and starts getting dressed.

“Wait, you’re not staying?” He buttons his jeans and walks over to me.

“I can’t, baby. I need to go. I have work tomorrow. Come see me, though, okay?” I nod. He leans in and kisses me. “I could really fall for a guy like you, ya know.” He kisses me again. The heat of our embrace confuses me and turns me on, and I gasp when he pulls back. “I’ll seeyou tomorrow.” He winks at me and strides out of the room. The sound of his retreating footsteps thunders down the stairs.

As he leaves, the click of the front door closing behind him echoes around the house, but the silence after he’s gone is deafening. I shake my head, wondering where the hell I’m going wrong. I sigh and flop back.

It was so easy with Killian; he played my body like he’d been doing it forever. I felt alive. My skin tingles at the thought of him, my dick solid and needy, but I refuse to touch myself, thinking of him. He left; he didn’t choose me. And I chose Derren. I need to make it work. I just need to try harder.

I pick up my phone and call Derren.

“Baby, what’s up?” he answers just before I hang up.

“I need you, Derren. Come back.”

I hear the dirty chuckle. “You need me, huh?”

“Please, Derren.”

“He’s begging for me to go back,” I hear him say. “I like it when you beg, baby. I’ve just met up with the boys, though. I’ll swing by when I’ve finished, okay.”

“Derren… Derren.” He’s hung up, and I sigh. How do I get him to be what I want? How do I get him to treat me better? I wait up for him to come back. I wait, and I wait.

There’s a noise that startles me. And I sit up in bed as Derren stumbles through my bedroom door, already getting undressed. I climb out of bed to meet him. I wrap my arms around him, my body around his, and I throw myself at him. I’m naked, just how he left me. Needy and wanton. I grind against him, reaching between us and sliding my hands around his dick.

“Please, Derren. I need you, I need a release.”

“You wanna come, baby?”

“Yes. God, yes.” He grins into my kiss. Pushing me back towards the bed. I keep stroking his dick, and his hands roam my body, my back, my shoulders, my ass, digging his fingers in. When the back of my legs hit the bed, he pushes me back.

“Turn over.”

“I wanna look at you,” I whisper.

“Bend over, it’s hotter, deeper. Tighter,” he grunts as he fists his own dick. I stand and walk around to the bedside table, snatching a condom from the top drawer.

“Ahh, come on, baby, we don’t need those.”

“Please, Derren.”

He huffs, “Fine, just give it here, okay.” He slides it on and tosses the wrapper onto the floor. I step up to him, and he wraps his arms around me and kisses me. When he grips the back of my neck, tight, I flinch, wincing as his hold tightens. He turns my body away from his and pushes me onto the bed. Keeping hold of the back of my neck, pinning me, bent over.