Taking Flight (A Devereux Novel) (15 page)

Sara’s scent filled Derek’s nostrils, intoxicating
him and dousing him with a blast of wild need. Her lips, soft under his hungry
mouth, opened for him as they sank deeper into the kiss.

He turned her to face him
with hands he then ran down her back, feeling her petite frame through the
borrowed button-up she wore. His weight pressed her back against the railing as
he leaned into her and pulled her against him.

A small part of the back of
his mind noted with amusement she had forgotten all about the long drop to the
living room floor behind her back.

She wrapped a leg around him
and pulled him deeper with a hand on the back of his head.

It was everything Derek had
imagined it to be, but he had to stop.

Sara’s eyes were hazy,
confused when he drew back.

“Go to bed, Sara,” he said,
voice rough from restrained passion. “You’ve had a long day and I can’t take
advantage of you like this.”

“Take advantage?” she asked.
“I want this, Derek. I need you so badly.”

Her words had an instant
effect on him, and he almost leapt on her right then.

“You’re just in shock. You
don’t want to do something you’ll regret in the morning.” His tone made it
clear she played with fire.

She stared into his eyes and
brought her hands to her shirt, the one he’d lent her earlier that night.
Button after button opened under her nimble fingertips, revealing first the
swell of her breasts and then the bra that contained them. She exposed the wide
expanse of smooth skin covering her stomach before the final buttons parted to
tease the small thong underneath.

He should have looked away,
walked away. Instead, his mouth watered and his eyes roamed. “You are
stunning,” he said, the low purr back in his voice.

Sara bit her lip at his
compliment but didn’t respond in words. She walked into his arms and went to
work on his shirt’s buttons while he kissed her.

Derek reached inside her
open shirt to tease the sensitive flesh of her sides, tracing his fingertips up
over her bra and skimming the surface of her flesh, leaving
goosebumps
in his wake.

Her light moans pushed him
into bolder movements and made her lose track of what she was doing. “Take this
off,” she gasped as she pulled on his shirt. “I can’t concentrate when you’re
doing that.”

Derek wasted no time. He
grabbed the fabric and pulled until the stitches holding the buttons popped and
the small pieces of plastic shot away to rain onto the hardwood floor. The
shirt dropped to the ground, and he palmed Sara’s firm ass to lift her to him.

Long, slender legs wrapped
around his waist as she hopped up into his arms. His body moved on autopilot
through the hall and into the master bedroom as he took advantage of Sara’s
position to knead her fleshy cheeks and squeeze her tight. She wasn’t shy about
exploring his body, either—her hands roamed his smooth chest and she
latched her mouth onto his right
pec
as he carried
her to his bed.

Her hot mouth felt
incredible as it moved across his skin, and Derek’s erection strained even
harder against his pants. Sara was in the perfect position to grind
herself
against him through their clothes, and she took
advantage even as she reached down to undo his belt.

With a soft touch, he set
her down on the bed and stood up to admire her, her long blonde hair spreading
out like a pool of liquid gold. She gave a cute, frustrated mew as the action
put his pants out of reach, and even though Derek planned on spoiling her
first, she twisted to put herself in position at his waist.

“Why don’t you lean back and
let me take care of you?” he suggested. He’d never failed in enticing an
attractive woman with the prospect of a billionaire’s head between her thighs.

Sara looked up at him as she
ran her hands up his thighs and covered his manhood through his pants and boxer
briefs. “There’s time for that later. There’s something I need to see, first.”

He wouldn’t complain when
she touched him like that. Seconds later his pants were unbuttoned and fell to
the floor, followed immediately by his boxer briefs.

The look on Sara’s face was
impossible to decipher.

“Well?” he asked.

“It’s so pretty,” she
replied.

“Pretty?” That was a new one
for him.

“Oh my God.” Sara realized
what she’d said and covered her mouth as she lifted her gaze to his eyes.
“I mean, it looks really nice.
It’s been a while since I’ve
seen one in person, so it’s a relief it’s all normal and everything.”

A smile tugged at Derek’s
lips and he couldn’t hide it any longer. Sara burst out laughing and he joined
her.

“It’s big, too,” she said,
and her hand lifted to wrap around his shaft.

He sucked air through his
teeth, laughter gone as her touch sent a rush through him. She stroked him
softly, exploring him, looking up to watch his reactions as she did.

“Keep doing that,” he said,
closing his eyes to concentrate on the sensations.

Another hand joined the
first, gentle tugs coaxing more blood into the spongy tissue until it couldn’t
get any harder. Sudden warmth and moisture captured the head, forcing a groan
from Derek’s throat. He swayed from the pleasure and had to open his eyes to
keep from falling over.

The view was almost as
arousing as the sensations, Sara’s golden-haired head bobbing away while she
used both hands to swirl around his shaft. Her legs stretched across the bed as
she lay on her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows. The tiny thong did
nothing to hide the taut ass he’d felt earlier.

Sara’s ministrations brought
him close to the edge quicker than he could have imagined. Finally having her
in front of him like this made him more excited for sex than he’d been since
his teens.

“That feels so incredible,”
Derek said even as he leaned back to take his cock out of her mouth. “But it’s
my turn now.”

She’d just got into a rhythm when Derek pulled away,
so she missed what he said.

What did I do wrong?

It had been two years since
she’d slept with a man, and she was terrified of screwing it up and driving him
away. He usually fucked models and actresses—the most beautiful women of
Los Angeles. She put every trick she could remember to use in the hopes she
wouldn’t disappoint him.

It must not have been enough.

Before she knew what
happened, Derek flipped her onto her back and crushed her lips with his. His
body covered hers, and he pressed his manhood into her groin, only the thin
strip of fabric standing between him and her pussy.

“Oh, God,” she murmured as
he left her lips to bite her neck.

He growled as he moved, his
mouth all over her, cock pressing urgently against her, hands seemingly
everywhere. It was hot and animalistic and she drowned in the sheer
passion
as he owned her body. She hung on to his shoulders,
the muscles rippling underneath the skin in the most delightful way.

The bra she wore—the
only one she had left—ripped off her body in two pieces as Derek tore it
from her, exposing the flesh beneath. He cupped her breasts and squeezed, the
action calculated to bring her further under his spell without being painful.
Wet heat covered her nipples one after another as his dextrous lips and tongue
swirled around the sensitive skin. The contrasting hardness of his teeth nipped
at the rigid flesh, sending shocks through her body that traveled straight to
her screaming clit.

“Fuck yes, Derek,” Sara
moaned. Her eyes fluttered shut and his scent filled her, every sense on fire
as she submitted to the heat he used to forge her pleasure.

His head trailed down her
stomach, nipping and nibbling as it went. A low roar rumbled from deep in his
chest when he got to his destination and found it covered by her thong.

This time she knew what
would happen, but before she could say or do anything to stop him, he’d grabbed
the slip of fabric and ripped it off her body.

Oh my God, that is so hot.
She let herself forget that she had no underwear
left. He’d just have to take her shopping later.

The time for teasing was
long past, and Derek didn’t make her wait. His tongue was just as skilled
between her thighs as it was around her nipples. From the first pass of his
mouth, it felt too good to be true. No man, not even Michael, had ever created
those sensations in her.

“Holy shit!” Sara screamed
as he pushed her up against the wall of her orgasm and plundered her
ruthlessly. Before she could blink, she’d careened over the edge into a
thunderous climax. Her thighs clamped around his ears, fingers clutching his
hair as she held on for dear life, not sure if she wanted him to stop or to
hold her down and keep going.

No matter what she wanted,
he decided for her. Derek continued to focus on her clit with his mouth as he
pushed a big finger inside of her, stroking against her inner wall and doubling
the electricity flowing through her body. The gentle pressure on the inside
combined with the insistent skill of his mouth to send torrents of pleasure
gushing through her, threatening to make her delirious.

He eased his movements and
let her come off her peak, his finger stilled and his mouth busy kissing her
inner thighs, letting the painfully sensitive flesh between her legs recover.

Sara felt sluggish and
overwhelmed, unable to so much as raise her head to look down at the man who’d
devastated her.

Derek came to her, crawling
until he covered her body once more with his own. This time he rested directly
against her, the contact jolting her still sensitive button.

She pulled his head down for
a deep kiss, tasting herself on him. They lingered there, a languid joust of
tongues as she regained her energy. Somehow instead of knocking her out, the
powerful climax had primed her for more. She couldn’t rest until she’d
experienced all of him, had given herself to him.

“I want you inside of me,”
she said as they looked into each other’s eyes.

Derek said nothing but
shifted his hips. The head of his cock slipped down between her wet lips until
it pressed against her entrance. Sara gripped his back as he sank down inside
of her, holding on as he stretched her open so much more than his finger had.

“You’re so big,” she
breathed. It was impossible to tell if it was just because of how long she’d
gone without sex, but it seemed like he went on forever.

By the time his hips came to
a rest against hers, Sara’s eyes rolled back inside her head and she couldn’t
help but moan at being spread open. Derek started a gentle rocking motion,
pulling out just a few inches and sinking back in, letting her get used to him.

“Are you okay?” he asked
huskily, the fierceness of the predator leashed so he wouldn’t hurt her.

Sara nodded. “You can go
faster. It feels incredible, but it’s just so deep.”

Derek sped his hips and
increased the depth of his thrusting, giving her more of him than he had
before. Her inner muscles rippled along his length, clutched against him and
sending shocks up her spine as his movements pushed her back up along the path
to orgasm.

The pleasure was deeper,
fuller this time. High-pitched moans tore themselves from Sara’s throat and her
nails dug into Derek’s back as she fought to contain the feelings he created in
her body. The pace increased even further until his hips slammed into hers,
each slap as their bodies came together driving her crazier with lust.

His hand dove into her hair
and held the back of her head. “Do you like feeling me inside of you?”

She cried out, the roughness
of his voice and domination of his actions giving her something she’d never
experienced before. “Yes! Yes, I love it!”

“I want you to come on my
cock. Are you going to come for me?”

Sara couldn’t
answer—his words set a spark to the pile of tinder inside of her. As soon
as he asked, her muscles quaked as powerful convulsions rocked her body. He
continued to thrust into her, driving her higher into her climax until she lost
the ability to understand what happened around her.

Her breath came in huge
gasps as she fought for enough oxygen to feed her screaming muscles.
Aftershocks caused tremors inside of her, and any attempt to move her limbs was
impossible.

When Sara roused enough to
figure out what was going on, Derek crawled into the bed beside her and pulled
her to him. She hadn’t even noticed he’d left.

“Did you finish?” she asked.

I hope so. I wouldn’t be good for anything more at this point.
Blissful and much overdue
sleep already chased at the edges of her mind, lulling her to blackness.

“I did,” he replied. “I
pulled out and came into a towel since we weren’t using a condom.”

Condoms!

She hadn’t even thought
about it. Her and Michael never had to use them, so it had been years and years
since it had crossed her mind.

“Smart,” she said. She tried
to say more, but couldn’t form the words.

He kissed her forehead as
sleep dragged her down into its warm embrace.