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did as I was told, turning toward the wall, my palms pressing against its cool surface. I felt Derek reach for my jeans for a second time, his fingers intertwining with the empty belt loops before he pulled them down toward the ground. He pulled my boxers down next, his movements cautious yet urgent, an intoxicating impossibility that made my stomach flip with excitement.

And then, when my clothes were on the floor below me, I felt Derek trail one of his fingers down my ass, his now slick, lubed digit carefully probing my hole. I moaned for him when I felt that same probing finger slip even deeper inside me, my body easily accepting his finger as Derek gently began to slide it in and out.

“Derek…” I groaned. “Fuck… that feels really good…”

He slid another finger inside me and began to finger my hole in a steady rhythm, the push and pull of the motion making me whimper with desire. As Derek’s fingers moved, my own fingers were curled against the wall, every inch of me suddenly feeling so overwhelmed, so close to giving in to the pleasure.

“Derek… I can’t…” I moaned between my words. “Please… fuck me… please…”

“Maybe later…” Derek replied, his fingers moving away from me as he spoke. “Right now, I think I’ll try something else.”

“Try something else?” I whimpered. “Derek—fuck!”

I shouted in surprise as I felt Derek’s hands gently spreading my cheeks. A few seconds later, Derek’s tongue was on my hole, licking all around the rim, his tongue dragging along every sensitive nerve. I shamelessly pushed my hips back toward his mouth in response, my body feeling desperate for any sense of release.

As I writhed against his lips, Derek brought one of his hands up toward my cock, steadily stroking my shaft with his fist as he continued to lick me out, his tongue still moving against me.

“Derek… Derek…” I bit my bottom lip, my nails scratching at the wall in front of me. “I can’t… I’m going to…”

Before I was even able to finish warning him, I felt myself start to come, pearly strings shooting out of me and landing against the wall, the whiteness of my come immediately in contrast with the blue paint.

“Is that going to stain?” Derek asked, his hands going toward my waist as he rose up from the ground.

“I don’t think so.” I panted through my reply, my breaths coming out hard and ragged.

“What a shame…” Derek mused before I felt the tip of his cock slowly pressing into me, soon filling me with his shaft. “I kind of wanted you to have something to remember me by, especially when it comes to how much you liked taking my cock.”

“Derek…” I whimpered at the sudden fullness, my body still recovering from how hard I’d just come for him. And as Derek steadily picked up speed, his thrusts against me getting even more forceful with every turn, my whimper turned into a moan, which soon turned into a scream of pure pleasure, the sound echoing throughout the room.

“Derek!” I screamed for him again, the noise of it tearing through my throat.

Derek lightly chuckled before placing a soft kiss on my shoulder, his hips still moving against my own. “You should probably be a little quieter, baby. Not unless you want the whole Bed & Breakfast to hear you getting fucked.”

Baby.

Since when did Derek call me baby?

A warmness moved through me at the sound of the phrase. A dangerous kind of warmth that reminded me of butterflies and walks on the beach and kissing underneath fireworks and each and every silly, romantic notion that Derek had zero interest in when it came to me. I then tried to stuff the warmness down, tried to pretend like I hadn’t felt any of it at all, but as Derek continued to move inside me, the warmth spread.

And by the time Derek pushed against me with a final thrust, by the time my screams felt like they’d reached a fever pitch, the heat had completely flooded my veins.

12

Derek

Parker.

I smiled to myself while noticing a container of hot chocolate mix in the kitchen cabinet. I’d been rooting around for a small sugar packet, just something to add to my usual breakfast of oatmeal, when I spotted the hot chocolate box in the back corner. Even after I found the sugar packet I’d been looking for, hastily pulling it out of the cabinet and sprinkling it over my breakfast, there was still a smile on my