Playing for Rya

31. Burning Desire

Song: Issues by Julia Michaels

Derek's POV

Derek tore his gaze from the glistening centre of Rya's core as Celia left the bed. He took slow, deep, deliberate breaths in an failing attempt to calm his raging desire.

He watched Celia sidle up to George and bend over to whisper in his ear and he saw the unbridled desire in the man's eyes as he stood and hurriedly discarded his pants before making a beeline towards Rya who was still bent over on his bed.

Derek swore as George eagerly fondled the holes offered up to him, and squeezed his eyes shut as Rya's soft cries filled the room once again.

'She asked for you first,' Celia's low, seductive voice, came from beside him as she sat and pressed her naked body to his.

'You know I should punish her for that,' her small hand roamed over his chest unbuttoning his shirt as she went on, 'let me discipline her just a little...'

His hand caught hers, pausing her actions, 'we have an agreement Celia, no punishments tonight,' he released her hand where it lay on his belt and placed it under her chin, 'let it go and maybe next time I'll let you have your way with me while she watches, no conditions or restrictions attached.'

He watched a glow enter her eyes as she most likely considered the possibilities of having him at her mercy. She nodded as she resumed the task of taking off his belt, 'I'll look forward to next time then,' she murmured huskily as she unzipped his pants and slipped her hand underneath his briefs, 'that's a promise I intend to hold you to...it's not everyday I get to spar in bed with a man who displays such control.'

He jerked as her hand covered his throbbing cock, 'you're suggesting Whittaker can't control himself...or you?'

Her laugh was low and breathy as she got up in front of him and slid yo her knees between his legs, 'Bobby controls everything and everyone, up until the point where he enters our bed, even he knows his control ends there.'

He clenched his jaw as she carefully pulled his straining cock out of his briefs, 'you on the other hand, appear to be able to keep your cock in your pants, even while you watch your woman get fucked,' she smiled as she wrapped her hand firmly around his cock and began to stroke up and down, 'I'm wet just thinking about the things I could do to you, to make you go mad.'

He groaned, his cock twitching as she traced her tongue around his tip, 'I'll bet I can even show Arabella a few tricks to use on you.'

'I assure you, she already has sufficient control over me, if that's your goal,' he said, hearing the strain in his voice as his eyes rose just in time to watch George sheath his cock within Rya in one swift move.

He tensed as her scream rang out, then relaxed again as her cries turned to one of pleasure.

'Easy,' Celia said, placing a soothing hand in his chest while the other remained firmly attached around his cock, 'your damsel is not in distress Derek, no need to go charging in and spoiling Georgie's fun,' she stood and smiled down at him, 'speaking of fun, it's time to send Andy in,' she gazed at him a moment longer before leaning down to whisper in his ear, 'I'm sure you can imagine the pleasure the men will take from her, from that wet little slippery pussy and her deliciously tight ass...'

Derek's jaw tightened as he curled his hands into fists, 'Celia...' his warning came out in a low, harsh growl as dark eyes met grey.

The woman shrugged lightly, 'I should know, I've been in there, and I must say, she tastes good too,' she said as she turned to walk away.