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“My favorite.” He groans, pressing a gentle kiss to the inside of my thigh, right over the ink. Then, he turns his sights to where his thumb is still stroking me, and licks his lips.
He flattens his tongue, pressing it against me. The sensation causes me to arch as I cover my mouth with my own hand.
“Mmm,” he says. “Better than birthday cake.”
He pushes against my knees with his hands, urging me wider, to open for him. I do as he silently commands, lying back against my desk.
The tension builds as my legs begin to shake. “I’m going to come, Derek.”
But he stops abruptly and stands. The lost sensation unravels the orgasm that was building. He takes my hands in his and pulls me back up to a sitting position, then a standing one. He kisses my mouth again and again.
“Turn around,” he whispers.
I lie flat against my desk, my legs spread. If I turn my head, I can barely see him as he pulls my dress up, exposing my ass. I watch him bite his lips, then I feel him against me.
He rubs the tip of his dick over me, teasing me. I quiver against him, arching back, begging. He doesn’t give in to his own desires, still standing just far enough from me to torment.
“What are you waiting for?” I ask, breathless.
“You didn’t say happy birthday,” he says. The tip of him presses into me, then immediately back out.
“Derek,” I say.
“Tell me,” he says.
I’m animalistic at this point. My fingers grip the edge of my desk as I try arching again, hoping he will surrender, but it’s no use. His will is too strong.
“Say it,” he commands.
“Happy birthday, Derek,” I say.
To that, he pushes all the way into me in one fluid motion, simultaneously satiating my need and creating a new one.
This is not love making. It’s not slow, it’s not about taking our time. It’s a fever, a frenzy, pushing as quickly as we can because there’s a party going on just beyond that door and people will start to wonder where we are soon. I come, shortly followed by him, and he nearly collapses on top of me for a moment as we finally catch our breath.
“Anyone seen Derek?” we hear from beyond the door.
It takes everything to stifle our laughter as he quickly dresses from the waist down and I uncrumple my dress, adjusting my panties back into place.
“I guess we have to rejoin the party,” he says.
“Yeah,” I say. “But you’re welcome to more cherry pie later.”
Derek’s eyes grow wide at my comment and we both have to muffle our laughter again. Then, he slips out first. I hang back for a few seconds before sliding out. As I look around, it seems no one noticed our absence or the fact that we just reappeared from the same hiding place.
“Derek,” Hawk calls out, waving him over to the guys.
As we approach, it’s clear that everyone has a heavy buzz on, which makes sense considering most of them were drinking before Derek even arrived. I didn’t indulge quite as hard. I only had one drink and about two sips of a second. I figured someone needed to be halfway coherent, just in case. I don’t mind. I don’t find drinking to be a necessary component of having a good time.
“Derek,” Hanson says. “You old dog.”
“Why am I a dog?” Derek asks, chuckling.
“Finally catching this one,” Hanson says, pointing at me.
“Finally?” Derek asks.
“Yeah, man,” Avery says. “We’ve been waiting for this to happen.”
