32. Derek

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Derek

W ell, I can't say that I didn't give this relationship thing a try. It's been nice this past hour.But as I sit on the futon with Indy, staring at the cartons of Korean-Chinese fusion takeoutthat wasbrought to my home by some sketchy-looking delivery man,I'm one hundred percent regrettingmy decision.Well, seventy-two percent.

"Indy," I groan apprehensively. "Listen, you can eat this until your heart's content, but I can't. What if they didn't wash their hands?"

She shrugs while popping a fried dumpling in her mouth. "The high temperature will kill anything."

"No, that's not… Indy." How can she not care? She doesn't know if the vegetables have been properly washed or if the meat was stored at the right temperature.How do people go places and just allow strangers to make somethingthat they are going toconsume?

"You promised me a bite." She pouts, and I glare at her.

"No, you said I had to have dinner with you. I thought you meant the food I have here!"

"Well, that's what you get for not asking the right questions. Now try it." She orders, shoving a fried dumpling in my face. "For me?" She gives me sad eyes and fucking hell.

"Fine," I mutter. "But when I get sick, it's on you." Itake a bite ofthe dumpling and am surprised by the sweet and savory taste. It'sreally good. I look at Indy, who has a Cheshire cat grin gracing her lips. "Alright!" I huff. "It's not terrible."

Indy punches the air above her head."I win!" I laugh lightly while my eyes look over her outfit. She still wears the white dress but has removed her leather jacket and boots. She's so fucking beautiful.

"What's wrong?" Indy asks softly, breaking me out of my trance.

"Nothing," I mutter, looking away.Apparently,I'm no longer allowed to do this because Indy sets her food container down before walking over and then hikes her dress up as she straddles my lap.It's now that I realize she's wearing stockings, not pantyhose. And those stockings are being held up by a garter belt. She's going to be the death of me. I'm a middle-aged man. I cannot handle all my blood halting and nose-diving into my cock. I just can't.

"Are you in there?" Her question pulls me from my trance. I stare at her, still trying to wrap my head around her wanting me.

"Yeah," I say, mouth dry. "Just thinking."

"About?" she presses, and I sigh loudly.

"About how you're in stockings and a garter belt and how I'm just a zipper and a pair of panties away from warming my cock up inside your sweet pussy." I watch her mouth fall open, and I smirk. "Didn't see that coming, did you?" I laugh before nipping her jaw. She looks at me, and I see a softness in her eyes that makes mefeel a littleuncomfortable. "Stop looking at me like that," I whisper as I run a thumb over her jaw.

"How am I looking at you?" she whispers back while nuzzling my palm.

"Like you can see every crack and broken piece of me." Indy leans closer, her lips barely brushing mine.

"Maybe I can," she whispers, and the softness of her lips sends chills over me.

"If you could, you'd run."

"No, baby," she presses her lips to mine. "I'm just trying to find out where each piece goes." Her words crumble a wall, a barrier I didn't realize she had been chipping away at.

Gripping the back of her neck, I deepen the kiss as my other hand trails up her soft thigh, playing with the straps of her garter. Indy slaps my hand away before breaking the kiss.

I stare at her in confusion. Did I do something wrong? I'm just about to ask, but she moves off my lap.

"What are you doing?" I breathe out as I watch Indy slide to the floor on her knees, positioning herself between my thighs. I stare in awe as she tries to unzip my jeans before she looks up at me and pouts.

"Help." She gestures to the crotch of my pants. I quickly oblige, fumbling with my belt as I unbuckle, unbutton, and unzip everything. Indy grins as she tugs my jeans down and off before doing the same with my boxer briefs, though I had to help with them.

I sit on the futon, eyes wide and jaw slack, watching her look over my erection, standing straight up.

"Can I?" she looks timidly at my cock again before back at me. "Can I give you a blow job without stopping this time?"

There is a loud ringing in my ears, and Ihave toshake my head and look at her. "Sorrydarlin', what?"

"A blow job," she repeats. This woman is going to be the death of me. "I want you to come in my mouth. I've never gotten to do that before." She mumbles, and it hits me. Oh my god, she had never given a blow job before me in the truck, and she wants me to come in her mouth? I can't be the one that defiles that sweet mouth. And yet, even though I'm screaming that I can't on the inside, on the outside, I'm taking a big swallow and nodding.

"S-sure," I manage. "So, you've never done this before the truck?" I see the pink staining her cheeks as she looks down and shakes her head.

"Sex has never been a priority, and when I got sick, it really wasn't one." I run my thumb over her hot cheek softly before tilting her chin so she has to look at me.

"Yes," I chuckle, "You can give me a blow job. But only if you want. There's no pressure."

"I want to. So can I just… go at it?"sheasks, and I laugh at the innocent honesty inhertone.

"Yeah, go for it." I watch as she grips my erection and gives it a few pumps before sticking her tongue out and licking the underside of my shaft. "H-holy shit!" I gasp, gripping the arm of the futon. Her eyes meet mine, and I watch in awe as she slips my head past her soft lips.

"Indy," I whimper out when her tongue flicks over my tip.

"Ah! God!" The moan is anything but manly. Staring back down at her, I frown and pull her back for a moment, to her annoyance.

"Derek," she whines, and I hold my finger up so I can reach over and grab a pillow and hand it to her.

"I can't have you down there, giving me pleasure while your knees are pressing into the hardwood, darlin'." She gives me an appreciative smile before getting onto the pillow and starting again.

She continues the most tortuous blow job of my life as she slowly explores every part of my cock. I'm so on edge and in need of release that it's taking everything I have not to ram my cock down her throat and make her gag on my come. She pops me out of her mouth again while staring up at me in what I'm guessing isannoyance. I don't really know. And, as dickish as it sounds, I don't care. I need to come. I can't think of anything else, and I'm going to fucking lose it.

"Okay, this is the second timenow thatthis has happened. Why aren't you grabbing my head and thrusting into my mouth like when I watch porn?" Okay, I might care a little about what she's thinking.

"Huh?" I pant out, trying to gain composure. "Darlin', baby… I'm a large man. I don't want to hurt or scare you. I'm just trying to let you figure it out. Though, for the sake of honesty, if you don't stop teasing me and just let me come, I'm going to freak the fuck out." A devious smile plays on her lips as she grips my poor cock and flicks the underside of my head with the tip of her tongue. "Fuck…" I cry out in pleasure and frustration.

"Maybe if you freak the fuck out," she murmurs while running her hand over my balls. "You'll ram your cock down my throat and make me cry like I want." My eyes ignite as I stare at her.

"Don't. Fucking. Tease. Me." I warn slowly and stand up before sitting her on the futon.

"I'm not," she murmurs. "Come in my mouth, Derek. Make me gag, ruin my makeup, and make my eyes water. Ruin me for every other man." My knees nearly go weak at her words.

"For someone so sweet and innocent," I growl out while gripping her hair and putting her at the head of my cock. "You certainly have a filthy fucking mouth." I slide my cock into her mouth and roll my eyes in pleasure at the warm, wet feeling. I give her a small, barely there thrust, and she gags. It shouldn't be that hot, but it is. What's hotter is her nodding, asking for it again.

"Pinch my thigh, and I'll stop," I grunt as I slowly move in and out of her mouth. She alternates between gagging and moaning as tears roll down her cheeks while she stares up at me. "God, you're beautiful," I groan, feeling my balls tighten. "Indy, you are doing such a good job." I pant, my thrusts getting faster and erratic. "You're making me… Oh god. You're making me feel so good. That's a good girl, keep going." I see the excitement in her eyes at my words, and it's too much. "I'm gonna come, darlin'," I say as a last warning to move. She doesn't, and I cry out her name as I shoot my load down her delicate throat.

My body is shaking as I come down from my orgasm. I sit besideheron the futon, eyes wide and breath ragged asshe curls up against my half-naked body. I've never felt this way after a fucking blow job. I want to hold, kiss, and be one with her. Over a fucking blow job.

"You okay?" She asks, straddling me again. I don't know what she's expecting, but this dick is done.

"Uh-huh," I pant as she stands, removes her panties, and straddles me again. "Indy, darlin', I'm drained." I chuckle, and she rolls her eyes.

"I don't want sex. I just want you in me." She takes my still-sensitive cock and slips it, with some maneuvering, into her very wet pussy.

"Fuck," I groan at her warmth and tightness. "Maybe I can, I don't know, give me a minute."

"Derek," her voice shakes as she leans closer and kisses me. "I don't want to have sex right now. I just need to feel you, feel connected." I capture her lips, tasting myself on her and loving it. She wraps her arms around my neck while burying me further inside her. "We fit so perfectly," she whispers, her voice sleepy. "I feel so safe and connected like this.Ijust, Ineed you to stay with me, okay?"I nod as my hands run up and down her back.

"Of course, baby," I press my lips against her jaw, my voice a gentle murmur against her skin. It feels like we're perfectly connectedin this moment, two puzzle pieces fitting together flawlessly. My heart races with the overwhelming emotions coursing through me as Itake partin this new experience. This is all so foreign to me, but being right here, right now, it's all I want.

Me: Did you really change your name on my phone?

Little Darlin: Come again?

Little Darlin: That's what she said

Little Darlin: Sorry… Janie is rubbing off on me

Me: How did you get into my locked phone?

Little Darlin: What, like it's hard?

Little Darlin: Youdorealize that the phone isn'tactuallylocked if there isn't a passcode, right?I went to look at the time, and it was unlocked, and I saw my name as Indy. You can't call me by my name! I am always Little Darlin', Darlin', or Baby Girl. There are zero other options.

Little Darlin: Except when you're screaming out my name in the throes of passion. Then it's acceptable.

Me: It is 6:47 in the damn morning. We were up until three fucking. How are you this much on your shit already?

Little Darlin: *coffee emoji* plus, I'm in my twenties.

Me: Youth is wasted on you brats.

Me: So… what's my name?

Little Darlin: *Devil emoji* Okay, but you can't make me change it.

Me: What is it?

Little Darlin: Big Daddy D.

Me: I hate you with every fiber of my being.

Little Darlin: What if I told you I'm going swimsuit shopping? And there could be a couple pictures in your future?

Me: Well,thenthere might be one fiber of my being that doesn't hate you.