This story starts out with me in jail... and ends with me in jail.
But that's sort of suitable for a story about myself, is it not?
This is more or less a telling of me falling in love with a man I gravely didn't deserve, and him changing my life in...
This chapter is pretty much all smut Lol for the smut loving baddies, I told y'all I gotchuuu, just trust me babes ;) "Have I ever steered you wrong?" -Cleo, Clifford For the non smut loving baddies, we're resuming regular scheduled programming next chapter, you have my word I edited a bit of the last chapter so the wording flowed better towards the end, just fyi Love y'all so so much, I'm so happy you guys are loving this one as much as I am It's been like the beacon of hope for my writers block rn, so it's doing me good to get these chapters up when I feel like it xoxo Warning: Explicit Content
Derek
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I pushed John a bit further into the couch, wanting to deepen this kiss immediately. He didn't resist, instead he actually pulled me even closer to him by my hips, and both our moans were muffled into the kiss.
His body was firm, flushed so close against mine, and I couldn't begin to describe how much I absolutely loved it. That was probably what seduced my hands to let go of the death grip on John's sleeves, and instead focus on getting this damn shirt off.
I unfastened each button as fast as I could, but John's lips were an insane distraction when he started moving rougher against mine. His teeth dragged across both my lips, making every part of me submit to that feeling, and my hands would slow again without me even realizing.
Maybe Dave Crenshaw was onto something when he wrote The Myth of Multitasking.
It felt like it took ages to unbutton everything, but as soon as I managed to, my fingers reaped the benefits of my labor. I waisted no time feeling John. From his chest, down his torso... slowly taking note of every ridge. Every curve. Every bit of this ridiculously sculpted man. John moaned roughly into the kiss at my touch, encouraging me on.
And so I continued. Even though my heart was pounding at the thought of me not knowing what the actual fuck I was doing, I decided to just do what I'd usually do with any other partner. I was the first to break this heated kiss, pulling myself away to a instead kiss his cheek, then I dipped my head lower, tilting my head slightly to plant a few soft kisses down his neck.
John's hands tightened their grip on my hips so goddamn tight, I felt the imprint of each of his fingers as they dug into me. He caught himself a second later and eased his hold some, but I had already felt our cocks grind against each other again from our closeness, which shot series of pleasure waves through my entire body.
I brought my head up till my dazed eyes met John's. His eyes were dark, and there was a look there that made my stomach flip repeatedly. "I-Is that o-okay?" I whispered, barely getting those words out.
"Yes." John's voice was as strained as I ever heard it. It sent shivers through every fucking nerve I had.
So I did that again, dipping my head to connect my lips to his neck again. His skin was soft, but I could feel his veins. I could feel his heartbeat, and the pounding rhythm it kept while my hands felt up John's chest again. Once my lips made contact, I heard a groan slip past John's lips that set me on cloud fucking nine.
