Story of Us

Chapter 1-Part 1 Sawyer

Chapter 1- Sawyer

"Sawyer!" my brother, Brady, calls out from the bottom of the stairs.

I quickly look toward my bedroom door to make sure it's locked, then bring my eyes back down to Derek, whose face I am currently sitting on. A slight growl of frustration ripples through my lips as I start to get up. Derek wraps his arms around my hips and pulls me harder onto him. He gives an eager lick of his tongue, and I am forced to brace my hands onto the headboard to hold my weight as my knees buckle at the sensation. I don't want to suffocate the poor boy.

"Oh God," I breathe out, and Derek groans into my center, causing the most delicious vibrations.

"Sawyer." My brother calls from the other side of my door as he gently knocks.

I swallow hard and try to sound as normal as possible. "Umm, just a minute," I stutter back to Brady.

Derek shakes his head, no, as I try to get off his face again. I think he gets off on the thrill of getting caught just as much as I do. I whimper as he drags his tongue up to my clit, circling it slowly before gently nipping at the sensitive nub of nerves. I cup my hand over my mouth to stifle my reaction.

"Is everything okay?" Brady asks me through the door.

"Uh, yeah," I answer through gritted teeth as Derek taunts me with his tongue. My focus is now splitting between what we are doing and getting rid of my brother.

"I need your help with something," Brady says through the door.

"What?" I heave out.

"Just open the door," Brady says, annoyed as he checks the doorknob.

"I, uh, can't right now," I say as I start to feel my body responding to the artful stimulation Derek is providing. Everything inside me starts to tighten up. Driven by my need for release, I begin to rock my hips, my arousal building as Derek's nose hits my clit with every thrust. I bite my finger to keep from crying out.

"Why? What are you doing in there?" Brady asks. I sigh out heavily in annoyance. Brady, once again, is stealing my attention, which tends to cool down the slow burn Derek is creating.

"I'm having...... women's issues!" I bark at him. Derek chuckles softly, making nearly no noise but sending a shot of vibrations to my sensitive, swollen lips.

"What kind of women's issues?" Brady asks. I can hear the concern in his voice, but I am about to lose my mind at this point.

"I swear to God, Brady!" I shout, "Go away! I'll help you out in a bit. Can you please just go downstairs and give me some privacy?"

"Bitch," Brady grumbles, and I hear him stomping down the stairs.

I chase after my orgasm, grinding harder onto Derek's face. I can feel that I have lost it after having my brother's interruption. I growl in frustration and halt my body. Unwilling to accept defeat, Derek throws me over onto the bed and stalks over the top of me, his face dripping from my juices. I kiss him hungrily, tasting myself on his tongue.

Grabbing the condom on the nightstand, Derek opens the foil package. He rolls it on, then, with a wicked smile, he slowly starts to push himself inside of me. With agonizingly slow movements, he lavishly enters then withdraws himself from my slick center. I rake my nails down his back as I try to force him to move faster. I buck up into him wildly, but he simply withdraws completely and shakes his head at me. I muffle an aggravated scream. But once I have submitted myself to a more controlled demeanor, Derek starts moving inside me again. I drag my nails down his biceps, and he roars quietly in my ear. Lust radiates from his eyes as he gets up on his knees and hauls my legs over his shoulders to enter me.