Rock All Night

58




When Derek and I got back to the room, I was freaking out over what I had agreed to do.

“I don’t know if I should,” I fretted.

Derek stepped up behind me and wrapped me in his arms. “It’ll be fine.”

“But it’s illegal.”

“So is speeding. You ever speed?”

“No! Wait – are you talking about the drug, or…?”

He laughed and kissed my neck. “I’m talking about doing 70 in a 55 mile per hour zone, dummy.”

That irked me a little. I don’t like being called a dummy.

But I did feel a little stupid.

“Oh. Yeah, of course.”

“Okay, then. You were doing something illegal.”

“They only fine you for that, they don’t throw you in jail!”

He kissed his way up my neck and nibbled my ear. “You worry way too much, do you know that?”

In spite of my nervousness over the Joshua Tree situation, my body responded the way Derek knew it would.

Unnnhhhh.

I melted a little in his arms as he continued to kiss my neck… but then the merry-go-round of thoughts started spinning again.

“I need to be able to do my job.”

“You will. That’s why you’re going.”

“But what if we get caught?”

“We won’t.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Because I break the law all the time, and I haven’t been caught yet.”

“Yeah, you probably go 140 in a 55 mile per hour zone.”

“That sounds like fun – but no, I’ve never done that.”

“I was speaking metaphorically.”

“Kaitlyn?”

“What.”

“You talk too much,” he whispered, and switched to nibbling on my other ear.

Unnnnhhhhhh.

“I… I…” I murmured, my eyes closed.

“You just need to relax,” he whispered into my ear.

“Relax…?”

He guided me over to the bed and made me lie down. Then he took off my heels, hiked up my skirt, and hooked my panties in his fingers.

A wild romp wasn’t really what I had in mind right now.

“Derek – ”

“Shhhh,” he whispered. He pulled off my panties and tossed them on the floor. “Relax.”

I readied myself, trying to quiet the voices in my mind. Despite being stressed out, I was looking forward to seeing him strip down, watching his body in the dim light –

But he didn’t do that.

He sank down on the bed between my legs and softly pushed them apart.

“What are you doing?” I asked, though it was pretty damn obvious what he was doing.

“Shhhh… relax,” he said, and then he started kissing me.

First it was my stomach… then the inside of my right thigh, then the left… his lips brushing over my skin… tickling me…

All the while, my mind was churning.

What if I get caught?

What will Rolling Stone say?

What will my parents say?

What if I go to jail?

But the thoughts became much, much slower… and much harder to formulate… the more he kissed.

What if… something… goes wrong?

What if… Miles… gets… mad… at…

Unnnnhhhhh…

“…Derek…”

“…relax…” he whispered back, right before he began to kiss my p-ssy.

And I’m not speaking metaphorically. Little kisses, his lips on mine, softly, sweetly. Then he would brush his lips over my skin, and I could feel myself getting wetter, my wetness on his lips as he kept kissing me, him using my own juices to slide over me, to make my skin pull slightly against his mouth with the barest amount of slippery friction.

Unnnnnnhhhhhh.

“Derek,” I whispered, my eyes closed, as I felt him kiss my *… and again… over… and over…

He stopped only long enough to whisper, “Relax…”

And then he began to lick.

Gentle wet slidings of his tongue over my p-ssy, around my *, in the valley between my lips, edging the tiniest bit deeper and deeper into my body.

I was so wet now.

His mouth was so wet, too.

And soft.

And hot.

He caressed me with his tongue, the rhythm hypnotic, the sensations so sensual.

And then the tip of his tongue entered me as deep as he could go.

This time, I said it out loud, or rather moaned it out loud: “Unnnnnhhhhh…”

The tip of his tongue ran along the inside of me, then back out, up to my *… and began lapping, softly, quietly, gently.

Back when I was a kid, there were these pieces of sugary bubblegum I used to buy at the store. Little hard pink cylinders, individually wrapped and dusted with sugar. The best part was when you took it out of the wrapper and popped it in your mouth. With that first taste, all the sugar just burst out over your tongue, filling your mouth with unbelievable sweetness.

That’s what my p-ssy felt like now.

Sweetness.

Sugar.

Soft and warm and wet with pleasure as his tongue lapped at me, caressed me, played with me, teased me, pleased me.

I could feel the tension building, that sugary-sweet high getting higher, even better, so gentle, so incredibly hot, as his tongue kept lapping at my *, his wetness and mine one, slippery skin on skin –

And then I was coming.

It wasn’t the explosive fireworks of earlier, but a gently swelling wave that kept getting higher, and higher, and higher, and just when I didn’t think I could go any further, it came rushing down – not crashing, but like a gentle, powerful pulsing – all through my legs, up into my stomach, my chest, my head, like warm water infusing every part of my body, and I arched my back and moaned as he kept licking me so sweetly.

After the wave of pleasure dissipated, I lay there on the bed, melting into the sheets, my breath coming and going in quiet little sighs.

“…are you relaxed?” he whispered from between my thighs, grinning at me.

“…yes…” I whispered back, and smiled. “…but I think I need to relax some more…”

All told, he ‘relaxed’ me two more times before he slowly peeled off the rest of my clothes. I finally got to see him undress, to watch those muscles etched in shadow as he took off his shirt. To finally see his cock, long and thick and gorgeous – and which had entirely soaked through his underwear as he pulled it away, a single strand of pre-cum connected from the swollen head to his belly like a silver strand in the dim lamplight.

This time I didn’t have to ask, he just got a condom and rolled it down his entire length, then got on the bed and eased his weight on top of me. I shivered with delight as I felt him slowly, gently push his thickness into me, easing inside me. I moaned all over again as he completely filled me up. His kisses on my mouth were soft and sweet as he rocked back and forth, moving slowly, in and out, filling me, massaging me with his hardness and thickness the way he had caressed me earlier with his tongue. I could feel his body tensing, and I clutched his ass and sighed in his ear as I felt him suddenly strain and then spasm, his cock growing even larger in one short burst after another, him grunting and crying out, and then he slowed down and laid there, his face in the crook of my neck, breathing softly on my skin.


“…I like relaxing…” I whispered impishly.

He laughed, then kissed me.