Outside of Fear

Chapter Thirty

Sooo, I see you all like the spice. I can't say I'm surprised- this is Wattpad after all. And since you (very heavily) requested more, I knew exactly what I needed to do... Enjoy!! 

"So break the rules."

Derek's breath hitches and the pounding between his legs becomes more prevalent. It takes every ounce of strength he has to ignore his deepest burning desire and instead say, "Meredith, I can't. You know I can't."

She narrows her eyes at him. This was not the response she was hoping for. Thinking for a long moment, she finally smiles, evilly making eye contact with him as she gently runs her hands over his stomach, stopping just above his groin. Derek groans, shifting under her touch.

"Fine. If you won't break the rules, I will." Meredith moves to his waist, tugging at his pants and boxers. 

"Meredith!" Derek hisses.

"Just because you can't fuck me, doesn't mean I can't fuck you. Take your pants off."

As soon as the words are out of her mouth, his pants and boxers are thrown on the floor, leaving him sitting below Meredith as her gaze falls to his throbbing cock.

"You can look, but you can't touch." Meredith orders, lowering herself to below his waist. Her heart thuds with excitement, and her core begins to burn with need at the simple sight of him.

Meredith begins to kiss around his red, pulsing organ, the light touches of her lips surround the area where she knows he wants it the most. If she must remain unsatisfied, she's going to tease him first; make this as torturous as possible.

She feels the muscles in his thighs begin to clench as Derek gasps, breathing heavily. She moves lower to kiss and nip the base of his erection and his balls. Derek releases a throaty, strangled groan.

Using only the very tip of her tongue, Meredith slowly drags a featherlight touch from the very bottom to the very top of his length, making eye contact with him the entire time.

Derek's gaze has glazed over, becoming heated and wild with need. His hips move up under her, but she shoves them back down, holding him firmly in place with her hands. He's pinned against the bed.

"Fuck, Meredith," he manages as a few drops of precum appear on the tip of his cock.

She licks again, the same motion but in a different spot, and Derek mutters tons of incoherent words, then demands heavily, "Stop teasing me."

Meredith hums, knowing the vibrations will travel through his body, letting him have a taste of what's to come.

"Meredith! Please!"

"What was that?" She asks again, now moving her hands around his cock, gripping it as Derek whithers below her.

"Please- just- I want to feel you- please-"

Meredith chuckles against him, and he moans loudly at the sensation. At that moment, she decides she loves hearing him beg.

Overly frustrated, Derek moves one of his hands down to do it himself, but Meredith smacks it away instantly. "I said no touching."

"Goddamnit!"

Moving her hand that holds him, she eases into the pleasure, clutching tightly as she pumps his length. Loud, indescribable noises of pleasure come from Derek as he fists the bedsheets, taking every bit of self-control not to move his hands.