Less than Lovers, More than Friends

Covering Up

I do this. I always do this. This is my release. Sex is a great release. It masks my pain. It is so much easier than sobbing in front of Derek. Surely this will become a habit for me. When I can't deal, I will sex. If I am sad, I will sex. Sexing is much easier than accepting the things that are going through your head. There is that moment, before you cum when everything is pure and white. My mind goes blank and I breathe. It staves off my orgasm, keeping me in a perfect balance, holding me over the edge in pleasure. That is what I seek. That is what I need.

"What?" Derek asks in shock as he looks at me. I am vulnerable. I'm not a fan of being nude, but right now, somehow it doesn't matter. Right now, I am before him in my bra, praying he will take that pain away.

"Fuck me." I growl as I grab his shirt and begin to pull it over his head. Surely I can convince him of what he needs. "I need you to fuck me, and I need it now." I say frankly as I toss his shirt and go to work on my own bra. I toss it aside and am now before him. He can't turn me down.

"Mer... I don't think this is how you should-" He starts to say. I don't want to hear what he has to say. In fact, I couldn't care any less. I quickly shove him backwards, sending him to the floor on his shirtless back.

"This is what I want." I tell him snappily as I lay over him and begin to work on the button on his jeans. He looks at me in shock. I don't think he knows how to react. The truth is, it would be smart for him to not react at all. It would be smartest for him to lay there and let me do as I please.

"This is not what you need." He groans. Yep, he is in a personal struggle. Should he get laid, or do the right thing? I can see it in his eyes. I don't care. I know what I want. I quickly grasp the sides of his jeans and boxers.

"You need to lift your ass up." I tell him as I tug. Surprisingly, he actually does as I say. I think he knows it isn't worth the fight. I have to say, his cock won't lie. His cock is on end like the huge meaty member that it is. His cock wants it, even if he tries to lie to me and say no.

"I think you are-" He starts again. I am not giving him a choice in this matter. I am going to tell him what to do and say. His thoughts are not important.

"Am going to fuck you, yes. Yes, I am. And you are going to shut up! I know what I want. I know what I need." I tell him as I unbutton my jeans and slide them down with my panties. I quickly contort myself and take them off. I need that cock inside of me. I need that release so badly.

"Oh." He says meekly. Derek has gone somewhat silent. I look at his cock and smile. My head hurts and my nose is plugged up. I actually feel pretty sick, but not too sick to fuck. I straddle his legs and run my hands over his thighs. The perfect amount of muscle on a body. I draw in a breath. Everything about him is hard. My soft hands go over his hips, running along his bush. I actually hate it. I wish he was bare, but I won't say anything. Hair means nothing to me right now. "Oh god..." He groans as he feels my hand run over his hard shaft.

"Do you like that?" I ask as I milk it softly, only able to get my hand part of the way around it's girth. "I bet you do..." I tell him as I run my thumb over it's glistening beet red head. I let out a breath as I scoot my way up and hover over his cock. I am in the zone now. There are no thoughts of Johnny. Just sex. It is the fog.

"Oh god, Mer." I hear him moan as I run my clit over his cock. I know he wants to go there. He can't resist my dripping wet core.

"Oh yes, Derek." I say as I slowly sink my weight onto him. I close my eyes and groan as I feel his thickness fill me up. It is slightly painful as he spreads my walls, but I like a little pain. Pain reminds me that I am alive. I gently pull myself up off of him and slide back down, feeling my hot fluid easing him in and out of me. I was going to ride him hard, but somehow I can't get myself going. "Tell me, Derek. Tell me! Tell me what you want! Tell me how it feels!" I demand, wanting him to beg me.