Free Derailed (Terminal Book 2) by Lisa Marie Page A

Throwing her head back, Lexi grabs her tits and begins to ride me. Her tits bounce around her tiny fists, and her nipples pucker between her fingers. I reach my hand down to her sweet spot and rub her clit furiously.
    “I want you to come for me, Lex. Come on my cock, baby.”
    Her body begins to tense as she continues rocking on my lap, riding both my thumb and my dick. Moaning and writhing. She cranes her neck and moans louder and faster, panting and squeaking. With my free hand, I reach around and tease the forbidden zone with my finger. Lubricated by her juices, I slide the tip of my finger in and she moans the sound of pleasured release into the air. My balls tighten and I come to the sound of my own guttural release. Pressing my hands into her hips, I pull her down onto my lap, allowing her walls to massage my satisfied cock.
    She collapses on my chest, and I wince briefly at the sharp pain. Curving my body to protect itself, I tense up and relax.
    “I'm sorry, baby,” she whispers and kisses the injury.
    “It's okay,” I whisper back before kissing the top of her head and stroking her hair. We both sit quietly with our thoughts allowing our fingers to dance over each other's skin, as if they were reading braille.
    After a short time, I decide to muster up some courage and tell her about my realization. That she was the reason for me leaving on my bike in the rain. I don't want her to feel guilty. What I really want is for her to feel the same.
    “So, Lexi,” I say against the skin on her forehead. “We need to talk.”
    She looks up from my chest with her gentle eyes. “What's up, Des?”
    I kiss her quickly and reluctantly guide her off of my flaccid dick and to my side on the couch. I cover the two of us in the afghan from the back cushion.
    “Last night, I went to Venice to hook up with an old…” I pause carefully thinking about my word choice. “Friend.” I smile and brush my bottom lip with my thumb. Lexi blinks, and she begins to chew the inside of her cheek. “I'll spare you the details, but she told me something that made me laugh at the time. I didn't want to hear it then.”
    “What was that?” Lexi asks playfully. “That you give great face? Look, Des, I don't care what other women say to you. Honestly, I don't want to hear any of it. So save it, and I'll get us a drink.” She goes to stand, and I press my hand onto her thigh encouraging her to stay put.
    “Please wait. It's not what you think,” I reply and take a deep breath. “When I was in Japan, I didn't even call my usuals. I mean, I jerked off a lot but I didn't fuck anyone in Japan. I could've had all the pussy I wanted but the only pussy I wanted was yours.” I push myself to standing and hold my weight on my good leg while I hobble away from the couch. I need to pace, and my fucking stupidity is preventing it.
    “Lex, you invaded my fuckin’ skull.” I stab at my temple with my finger to get the point across. “Consuming every one of my fucking thoughts and controlling all of my fucking actions.” I glance at her on the couch as she follows my every jerky movement with her eyes. “I bought you a fucking present from every fucking airport I was in.” I laugh and scrub at my face. “I have never bought any chick a fucking present, unless it was a box of condoms.” I stop pacing and drop my hands to my sides. “What the fuck have you done to me, Lexi?”
    She gently tugs my arm so I am sitting back on the sofa. With a grunt and a chuckle, I'm beside her waiting for a reply. She makes a sound similar to one of disdain, convincing me that I have completely fucked this up with my admission. “Don't get the wrong idea, Lexi. I don't love you, ‘cuz that shit is just crazy. We barely fucking know each other. I do like you. I like fucking you. I like being with you, and when I came to this morning on the highway, you were the one I wanted to see.” I shake my head and look at my lap. “Fuck, I think I just grew a