Almost Is Never Enough (Sterek) *book one*

Chapter Twelve

**A/N: ATTENTION PEOPLE THIS CHAPTER IS SUPER RATED R GRAPHIC SMUT! NOT INTENDED FOR YOUNGER AUDIENCES! STEREK SEX THAT'S REALLY DETAILED AND REALLY GRAPHIC. Oh And THIS WILL BE ROUGH SMUT! IF YOU DON'T WANT TO READ IT THEN WAIT FOR CHAPTER THIRTEEN! OKAY LET'S START!**

Derek pushed me against the wall, evoking a yelp out of me. I groaned as he smashed his body against mines.

"Take your shirt off." He said in between kisses on my neck.

"You take yours off." I said in between pants. He stopped and looked at me and I nodded. He rolled his eyes and groaned, pulling his shirt over his head and throwing it to the floor in haste. I reached for the hem of my shirt and he slapped my hand away. He grabbed my collar and ripped my shirt apart.

"Seriously!" I yelled, looking at my second favorite shirt that was now lying on the ground. He was staring at my exposed chest, which was making me self conscious.

"Pants," he said. I have him another log and he groaned, pulling his off. He shrugged out of his pants and slid them across the floor.

"Commando. How did I not guess that?" I wondered, looking at the exposed Derek. He was extremely too sexy to look at. His skin was pale in the moonlight, but I could see every ridge and ripple of the muscle that lay underneath that skin. The only contrast against his pale skin was the black hair that was on his head, covering his arms and plastered on his pits and legs. Not to mention the slight trail of black hair that traveled down his belly and led to his...overly large penis. All I could think was that he kept pubic region trimmed but there was still a pretty noticeable black bush there.

"Wow," I mumbled. He smirked that cocky smile and pushed me against the wall, trapping me in between it and himself.

His lips met mines in what could be considered pure ecstasy. His hands traveled down my body, making me quiver from his touch. His tongue kept sliding against my lips, begging for entrance, which I finally gave him.

His tongue tasted like, well like Derek. There was no specific taste just of him and I loved it. I held a tongue wrestle with him, his mouth beating mines out for dominance. I submitted to his will and let his tongue explore all the parts off my mouth that he wanted. His hand traveled down to my waist and he unbuttoned my jeans. I moaned as his hand slid past my waistband and he played with my boxers.

"Take them off," I said once I broke the kiss. His hungry green eyes looked into my hazel brown ones and he nodded, not even waiting for another moment. He unzipped them and slide them off. Instead of me kicking them off he picked me up with one arm, pulling them off with the other as he carried me to his bed.

He dropped me on the bed rather harshly. I screwed my face up at him and he smiled. He leaned over me, putting his full weight on my body. His mouth started to kiss from my cheek, down my neck, soft moans escaping my mouth.

He trailed my body with his teeth, all of them, leaving light red marks down my chest. His got to my nipple and slowly allowed his tongue to trail over it. Then without warning he wrapped his lips around it and I gasped, my hand searching for something to grab, settling for the sheets under me.

His warm mouth traveled from my nipple down my belly, leaving light kisses along the way as his rough callused hands held my arms to my side. Once he was at my belly he let his tongue fall on my skin and allowed it to leave a faint trace from my belly to the waistband of my boxers.

"Holy fuck," I whispered. He let go of my arms momentarily to pull my boxers down, exposing me to him. I looked down at his smile and I cocked my head to the side in confusion.

"What?" I asked, surprised by his smile.

"You're so tiny." He whispered. I jumped up in fury.