Step-By-Step(60)

"Dammit Ramona," he murmured. Suddenly he brushed her hand away and pushed her off him. Slightly confused by his sudden actions, Ramona stood watching as he rose from the chair and shed his clothing, before scooping her up into his arms and carrying her over to the bed.

Tossing her to the bed, he was about to climb onto it himself when she got to her knees and shuffled over to him, placing a hand flat against his chest stopping him. Looking up into his eyes, she nervously nibbled on her bottom lip, deciding whether she should ask the question she'd been curious about. She was about to get what she wanted, so she wasn't certain she wanted to jeopardize the situation now.

"What?" he asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow at her.

"Did you fuck her, Darrien?"

A faint grin touched his lips. "Tiffany?"

Ramona nodded.

"What does it matter? We're just going to be fuck buddies right? Nothing more?"

Visibly wincing at his icy tone, Ramona quickly gathered her composure and shrugged, flipping her long chestnut brown hair over her shoulder. "Of course that's all, but I thought that if either of us had been with anyone else since the cabin that we should disclose that information."

His grin widened and he folded his arms over his broad, muscled chest. "I see. On the off chance that since our time at the cabin I may have slept with someone and caught some sort of STD? You're just being safe."

Knowing that he saw though her little ploy, but unwilling to admit the real reason why she wanted to know - despite knowing he already knew anyhow - she nodded. "Of course. It's a health issue."

Darrien clucked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Alright, I'll tell you. Strictly in the interests of having an open sexual history with you. For health purposes. No. I never did get the chance to enjoy Tiffany's skills." He motioned towards the bed. "You saw more action with her than I did."

Ramona let out a puff of breath that she hadn't even known she'd been holding until that moment and sat back on her heels. It felt like a weight had been lifted off her knowing that he'd never fucked anyone since their time together. She knew she shouldn’t care either way, but she did and it bothered her no end. "In the interests of sexual disclosure, Tiffany was the only one I've been with since the cabin as well."

"Good, so can we now proceed with the non-committed, fuck-buddy sex? Or do you want to talk some more?"

Ramona's eyes narrowed and she shot him an icy look, anger building within her. With a huff she slipped off the bed. "You're an asshole Darrien!" she spat brushing past him and walking over to his full length dresser where her clothing was neatly stacked.

"Whoa! Wait just one fucking minute, Ramona."

She ignored him and snatched her black lace thong from the dresser, slipping it on. Footsteps sounded behind her and seconds later, she could feel the heat of his breath on her neck, sending a shiver down her spine and exploding within her pussy. Swallowing down her desire for him she reached for her bra when he grabbed her wrist and spun her around to face him.

"I'm giving you want you wanted, Ramona," he growled, grasping her ass cheeks in his hands and pulling her groin tight against his rock hard cock.

Placing her palms flat on his chest she pushed against the hardened muscle. "Get off me, Darrien!"

"I'm done with your games, Ramona. Done." His lips came crashing down onto hers as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of her panties and pushed them down over her hips. They slid down her legs and onto the floor.

She moaned against his lips, as she continued to press her palms against his massive wall of a chest, trying to break away from his iron grip. However, it was a useless effort. Partly because his size and strength greatly overshadowed hers, but also because it was what she wanted.

But dammit, she wanted him to want her because he cared, not because he wanted to get off. Of course he cared, as a brother would for his sister, but she wanted it to be more. More than what he seemed to be willing to offer her right now. Dammit, she was horny and confused and just wanted him so badly.

With her panties on the floor, he lifted her onto edge of the dresser and forced her legs wide apart, stepping between them. His cock aligned perfectly with her moist pussy which was spread wide and anxiously awaiting his cock.

"Darrien. No, I…" She protested breaking away from his lips, but her protests turned to whimpers as he thrust two fingers into her wet, throbbing core and worked his lips and tongue down the side of her neck. Waves of desire rushed through her, making her arch her back and grip his shoulders tightly.

"You show up at my work naked." His teeth nipped and tongue flicked at her collarbone, making his way to her chest. "You tease and flaunt yourself at me since we've gotten back." His fingers pumped in and out of her tense pussy, expertly stroking her inner wall. "You have my girlfriend tongue-fuck you on my bed, just so I can walk in on the pair of you."