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It was radio silence as he damn near taunted for Eudio police to catch him speeding. Derek might've run through a red light or ~~three~~ two, cursing at not having started his way over at her first text. Angela received one as he arrived at her door. If the sound of his Bronco's V8 engine wasn't loud enough, his familiar pound on the door (louder than usual) would get her attention from whatever she might have occupied the five minutes or so that it took him to arrive.

"Anyone ever tell you that you say the SWEETEST things?" he asked with phone in one hand and keys in the other.

It's best he didn't tell her exactly how far he was when she sent that last text or she would have started laughing at how desperate he appeared. Though, on the other hand, she's just as desperate herself because there's no way she's willing to wait until Slowpoke McGee showed up since in those last five minutes, her hand is back in her panties rubbing away at her clit.

His pounding yanks her away from the edge she was hurtling towards and as much as Angela's glad to see him, she can't help but curse low in her throat at the interruption. A good one, but an interruption nonetheless.

Her face flushed and nipples taut underneath the red t-shirt she's still wearing with no bottoms other than her underwear, Angela yanks open the door, breathless and ready for whatever Derek will throw at her tonight.

"No, but you should try to more often. It'll benefit you in the long run."

Phone and keys were left on her table closest to the door. He greeted her with a heated kiss, walking her back and letting himself in. The kiss was his answer in agreement to her statement. Derek caught sight of the flush on her skin and now covered nipples that created tents under the fabric that attempted to cover them up. "What's all this? You didn't have this on when I got that last pic," he muttered into her mouth.

He had a lot of nerve. Derek was wearing a heavy sweatshirt over a t-shirt with equally heavy jeans and boots. Winter had started so he was lucky Angie hadn't worn more to open the door. He pulled off both sweatshirt and underlying t-shirt in one swift motion. His jeans might have not been lightweight but there was a definite bulge of the state she put him in. He was ready, willing and able.

"What was that you said about my face?" he quipped devilishly while hands made quick work of the t-shirt on her body. They tried to occupied themselves rather than touch her skin directly before getting a chance to warm up. Granted, the fast and furious trip over kept them from being ice cold.

He's greeted by her moaning into his mouth at how her stiff nipples brush against his chilly chest, creating a sensation that leaves her shivering in his arms. That, however, doesn't stop her banter, like anything would.

"No, but it's cold outside. I like not having frostbite on my titties." Oh, but there her shirt goes and she's standing there grinning up at him mischievously, goosepimples creeping along her skin every time his cold touch skates across it. Much like a cat, Angela arches closer to his hands, relishing in the difference of temperatures of his and her skin. Christ, she wants him and wants him bad. "And I believe I said I was going to sit on your face. You never struck me as the forgetful type."

And just in case he forgot what she's able to do to him, Angela cups him through his jeans, pressing her heel into his erection for that sweet friction.

Her words made him think of a favorite song of his mom's Baby, It's Cold Outside. Derek wasn't thinking of his mother at all, just the song which Angela would give her own spin on. A very wicked spin. His lips curved accordingly. For the moment, he kept the thought to himself. She preoccupied him with her reaction to his contact. Derek swore that Angie could make one hell of a Catwoman without much effort.

"You sure, Baby? Seems like you don't mind me coming in from the cold." So off her shirt had gone and the metal buckle of his belt wasn't kept away from her body. It took a bit of work but he stepped out of his boots. "I just wanted to hear you say it. You know I love when you talk dirty to me." As much as he had a tendency to talk, it was always fun when someone could dish as good as they got.

She had a mouth that rivaled his in more than one way. While he had a tongue that wouldn't quit, Angie could deep throat like nobody's business. That was saying a lot given his size. He could only hope he was on whatever list got him some head for Christmas. "Not sure my tongue can take the place of whatever battery powered item you had in hand, but it'll sure as hell try." While her warmer hand rubbed over his denim, his still chilled hand slipped under her panties.

He let out an exaggerated gasp, feining surprise. "Is it me or was someone or something already riling your pretty pussy up?" Derek quipped huskily then fiendishly closed in for another hard kiss than give Angie time to answer.

Oh, he loves it, does it? Angela can give him that and more.

"So you like it when I telling you I love sucking your dick? That sometimes it's all I can think about doing, letting you fuck my face, and no one else's will do right then and there?" She practically purrs out each word, dropping her voice enough to rival even the best phone sex operator. "What about when I say that I love it when you fuck me so hard I can't walk right the next day? Or when I want you to put it somewhere else but I can't quite let you out of my pussy long enough for that?"

She's certainly pouring it on thick, but Angela's not a liar. Everything that passes her pretty pink lips is the truth and she can't wait to feel Derek stretch her nice and good so she's left sore in the morning. Give her some opportunities for flashbacks of the night before.

Angela's purr turns into a quiet shriek against his lips when his icy fingertips slides against the hotness of her wet flesh, turning her into a full on whole body shiver. Her pussy's still so sensitive from the closeness of a still unobtainable orgasm and there's a chance that she might not be able to hold one off before his mouth gets on her. "Both? Not my fault you drive slow."

Edited 2016-01-07 22:44 (UTC)

Derek doesn't like it. He loves it. Every filthy word and the fact that it wasn't all talk. Why else chance unwanted attention from the police ~~who he might end up working for one day~~? Especially chance getting caught by a certain roommate who was an officer of the law. ...Not that Angie knew any of that.

He licked his lips as if eating something very tasty, which was probably the case sooner than later. His gaze was between predatory and turned on. It was easy to spot how her clit had swollen. He gave it a teasing touch, happy to swallow her shriek in a kiss. Yet she didn't get muffled twice. Angela managed to throw a verbal tease in. He didn't expect anything less. She was punished accordingly nonetheless, in a manner of speaking.

Cold fingertips from his other hand pinched a nipple in reach while the hand under her panties toyed very slowly with the piercing located between her folds. Derek was surprised she hadn't removed his belt already. He had desperately needed a distraction and was being provided with exactly what he wanted. "That's not all I can do slow. But you know that. I can flick my tongue over your clit where it's more of a feather touch than the stroke which gets you off."

Maybe his pants were still on but Derek got tired the restricted access between her legs. He had lowered down, peeling off her panties while bantering. His face made a pit stop before he returning upright. A dart of his wet tongue that was anything but cold over where chilled fingertips had lightly played. Angela could suck him off like no one else and was repaid with a very dedicated tongue that often didn't need the assistance of his nimble fingers.

"And my dick can fill you up so slow, you won't have to worry about walking funny." Another quip on his ascent from the crouched position. Derek took a nipple hard into his mouth, releasing it with a tug as he stood in front of her. His left hand slapped her ass hard enough to sting while the right contradicted his threat of a teasing touch. "Or test just how good that gag reflex is of yours." The touch between her legs started a mission to have her climax while still vertical.

Her knees get wobbly at the double assault, icy cold touch against her heated up flesh. It's not nearly enough to get her off immediately, but the sensation still registers, resulting in a shaking moan pressed against his bare chest when Angela leans against him to keep her balance. She's all for his threat of teasing tonight, enjoying the journey there just as more as the arrival, but once he slips his tongue against her, all willingness to hold back dissolves.

"Didn't I tell you? I don't have a gag reflex to begin with." As badly as she tries to tease him, her words fall apart at the end from nimble fingers determined to beat her to the punch. That's fine, though. Two can play at this game and his belt and zipper are quickly out of the way as her hand shoves down his boxers, gripping him tightly and solidly. "And did I tell you I had a dream about you coming down my throat? Because I did."

"Baby...I'm all about making dreams a reality," he quipped through a strained voice. She was obviously having an effect on him. It took no time at all for Angie to learn the touch he preferred. Not too hard or too light. No nails, teeth or too tight a squeeze on his balls. She could probably get him to orgasm with just a stroke but was oh so good with her mouth and pussy that Derek does what it takes for a visit from one or the other.

The hand that had smacked her ass took a handful of hair and tugged down to move her face upward, exposing her neck for Derek to move his mouth against. A combination of lips, tongue, and teeth worked against her skin while two fingers slipped further between her legs, leaving the palm of his hand to rub her pierced clit and his digits working like a dipstick in her walls. "And I had a dream that you came once before even making it to bed."

She's not sure what sends more chills down her spine, the way he sounds now, all tight and tense or when he drops his voice into the deepest octaves just because he knows what it does to her. Angela runs her thumb over the very tip of his cock, feeling the wetness gathered here and aching to have it in her mouth sooner rather than later.

Those sharp teeth of his are definitely going to leave marks on her throat, but it surely wouldn't be the first time and now isn't the time Angela gives a shit about it except she doesn't want him to stop. The constant onslaught of his hands and mouth are rushing her to the edge faster than she expected and it's only a matter of time before he has her losing it.

"Only once? Sounds like a nightmare." The words barely make it out, but her intentions are clear: he better not just stop at one.

Her correction came in the form of a forceful push inside her walls and tug of her hair. "Before making it to bed. A lot more had you coming after," he bantered with his voice dropping to that primal pitch that was nearly a growl after having his way with her neck.

Derek was torn between guiding her down to take his cock in her mouth so he could last longer once inside her walls and just ramming up in her right there and then. She felt so wet at his fingers. Angela spoiled him. He never had a lover who was ready at the drop of a dime months into fooling around.

As long as he keeps it exciting and keeps her coming like he does, Derek will never have to worry about Angela setting him aside whenever he's in need. After all, look how she's soaking his hand, practically dripping down his palm, as she comes for him, fingers digging into the flesh of his arms just so she can stop her knees from buckling underneath her.

They have time for more than one round tonight and she wouldn't blame him if he can't hold back from the heat and tightness of her pussy. In any case, she wouldn't be able to wipe the smug smile that's destined for her face.

There was a hunger in him lately. His drive seemed insatiable. Sex always posed a good distraction from life's problems, even those problems brought upon himself. Those were the only troubles he suffered in Eudio. Running from his feelings back home and finding himself in the same position again in Cuddle City.

He took the handful of moisture and coated the head of his cock that had been in her hand. His other hand had turned Angela to face away from him. There wasn't a better moment to take her from behind. Her knees were weak and he'd take a firm hold of her hips to keep Angie upright. "Maybe I'll go for two before getting you in bed," he growled while lubing the rest of his cock between her folds before filling her to the hilt.

Angela could certainly agree with him on how sex serves great as something else to do than thinking their about their poor life, but that would require them to do anything else but constantly bang each other's brains out every time they saw each other.

They're smack dab in the middle of her living and Angela can't even find something solid and stable to hold on for dear life. She has to put all her trust in Derek's strength, into him to hold her steady as he drives home inside her. The stretch is fast and filling, enough to make Angela arch up on her tiptoes with a loud sharp gasp before she finds a decent group of words to bite back at Derek.

"I want three."

"Yes, Ma'am."

With that, his body resembled a jackhammer; a strong and steady slamming into her body until sweat started rolling down his skin. It was the middle of winter but Angela probably kept her place at a good temperature. The dampness of skin made him tighten his grip on her hips for a surehold. It also made for a loud smacking sound when their bodies connected. Derek had let go to slap her ass, feeling a sting on his hand that almost made him question if he'd used too much strength.

After enough thrusts to make his own legs feel as if they might cramp up, he reached for a handful of hair and tugged Angie back by the grasp. His teeth bit into her neck while arms wrapped around to hold her back tight against his chest. The angle pressed the head of his cock toward her g-spot though he couldn't get the more deep reaching thrusts. "Is that three? Sounds a lot like three to me," he quipped huskily.

His arms picked up where his hips left off by literally picking her body up and letting gravity take control of the descent. Derek was careful not to give her a heimlich in the process. However, he did continue to fuck her while making their way to her bedroom.

Fuck, she's not only going to feel this in the morning, she'll feel it in mere hours. Something about Derek seems off, much rougher and needier than usual, like he's been backed up for weeks on end. That doesn't make sense to her since Angela, if she was in a thinking position, would remember they've been fucking on what is almost a daily basis at this point.

At this moment, it doesn't matter anyway since she's lost any sense she had at the beginning of the night to the explosive orgasms that hit her one after the other without as much as a breath in between. She asked for three and she's leaving with four as he leads her to the bedroom with his teeth pressed into her throat. She can't do anything at the moment just let him take everything from her sweat slick body and moan breathlessly about it.

Over the holidays, it had been a daily basis. He'd been bold enough to drop in sometimes twice a day--happy to play the part of his side business (handyman) if Angela might have had company. There were a number of women he slept with in Eudio but few could take what he dished out like she could. And the turmoil he had going on inside, Derek was doing a lot of dishing.

There was something very satisfying about leaving Angela at a loss for words. She usually had the upper hand on him, not that he'd readily admit that. Derek always felt he knew where they stood which he appreciated. There was no confusion over what they were in Eudio for or what they were doing together. It was a simple and delicious arrangement. One on even ground with no questions answered that he didn't want to answer.

Strong arms set her onto the foot of the bed and waited to see if she wanted more or if it was time for a different position. One where she assumed more control.

[Angela has zero clue about Derek's inner turmoil, just like he has no idea about hers, the one she's kept secret since day one in Eudio, the one she fucks as hard as she can to forget. Has it worked? Mostly. It's quite difficult to consider how your last official relationship dissolved when another man is drilling the absolute life out of you.

The tables have turned and Angela's the one left a wreck on the bed. Her hair is all over the place, sticking to every bit of wet skin it comes into contact with, and it takes her a moment to pull her brain back together from the mush Derek left it in to turn her head and give him a crooked grin.]

Are we still counting?

[Oh, if he thought four was enough, he's got the wrong girl.]

"Three," he huskily replied while damn near slithering over her like a snake at her question. His stamina is adrenaline based. "Or maybe four." The words were uttered as he took a push-up stance over her body. It was nice moving from the upright position. His hips rocked to give his cock some friction against her skin while also teasing everything between her legs. The head of his dick could go forward or back, staying slick with their combined excitement.

"I wanna put my fingers through your hair, wrap me up in your legs, and love you till your eyes roll back. I'm tryin' to put you to bed, bed, bed…" The song randomly had popped up in his head so it spilled out of his lips. It was a perk to be with Angela who not only was from the same world but roughly the same period of time. Derek wasn't much of a singer. His deep voice was naturally at an octave lower than J. Holiday, even deeper in the midst of sex.

However, he wasn't about to serenade her with more than the few verses, especially his proclivity of not being able to carry a tune for long. (Even if that made it half the fun for him at times--this wasn't one of those times.) "I have it in my mind for you to hit five before I go. Can you handle that?" he teased through an impish grin and dark eyes that were still filled with want for her. His libido (and hers) could put the average horny teenager to shame.

Of course Angela snorts at Derek's attempt to serenade her with an all too familiar song, but she has to admit, she would like those lyrics to be brought to life. Might as well put them into motion by flipping onto her back and wrapping her legs around his waist, hooking her ankles together, and opening herself up to him again. All he has to do and let her hand guide his dick back into her pussy instead of just teasing it.

"I can definitely handle that, but the real question is, can you actually do that?" she taunts, nipping at his earlobe before sinking her teeth into the curve of his neck. Angela is absolutely sure Derek can--with proof in the recent past that he can get her to hit five and more--but there's nothing wrong with encouraging him to prove his worth in her bed.

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>_< My bad! That last tag wasn't fully finished. Karma for trying to write smut at work.

tsk tsk tsk!

hush that fuss

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