Mara could smell wood smoke as she crept down the hallway. Derek must have lit the fire in the living room. That didn’t quite go with ‘cheerleader,’ but maybe they were at an after party? Yes, that worked, especially since Derek was playing bass-heavy music. Maybe she and her cheerleader friends had gone back to a football player’s house after a game and she’d stayed in her uniform because she knew he liked it. She paused outside of view, adjusting her skirt and running her tongue over her teeth. She wanted a drink very badly, but Derek was in the room with the bar.
“It’s okay,” she told herself. “Just walk in and grab a drink. You’re a hot girl, you can do whatever you want.”
Derek was sprawled on the couch in front of the fire. He didn’t look up as she came in. He was playing mean, Mara realised with a thrill. He had a glass of vodka in one hand and his phone in the other. Jealousy mingled with nerves. Was he texting someone? Was she enough to impress him? She wandered to the bar and grabbed a glass from the high shelf, allowing her brain to wallow in the childish emotions. She poured herself a finger of Johnnie Walker and drank deeply. The whiskey burned a line to her stomach, filling her with fire.
Derek scrolled through his phone without comment, every inch the arrogant entitled athlete. Mara poured herself a little more whiskey, then swayed toward him, tossing her ponytail.
He glanced up and, for a moment, the game fell away. His eyes nearly bugged out of his head and Mara couldn’t help beaming. She integrated it into her fun, peppy character. She sidled up to him, the liquor lighting her blood and making everything easier. “Hey, Derek.”
His face was hard again, uninterested. “Hi.”
She put her knuckle in her mouth and bit down gently. “You played so good today.”
“Cheers.” His gaze fell back to his phone.
“Can I… sit beside you?”
“It’s a free country.”
Mara sat, her thigh brushing his. Derek ignored her, though she thought she glimpsed amusement burning in his dark eyes. He was making her work for him. She tossed her hair again, the way all the insanely pretty girls at school had. “Derek, I wanted you to know something. I have a crush on you.”
That got him to turn his head. He looked her up and down, as though assessing something that hadn’t been there before. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
His gaze fell to her tits and stayed there. “How much of a crush on me?”
Mara’s knuckle found its way back to her mouth. “A big one.”
She could see the scene emerging in front of her. She was a popular girl but shy around boys, and no one would do except Derek. She’d been planning her move all year and she’d decided this was the party to get his attention. She wanted him to be her boyfriend and now he knew it. Derek put his phone down, sliding his hard arm around her. “You want to do something about your crush?”
“What did you have in mind?”
He kissed her without a word, his full mouth capturing hers. Mara sank into him, pressing her fingers into his firm sides.
That was easy.
Then the kiss changed, becoming rough and possessive. The guy Derek was pretending to be was seeing what he could get away with. Mara softened against him, hoping it would convince him to be softer to her. Derek responded by squeezing her left breast. “These are nice.”
Heat zapped through her like lightning.
“Um, thanks,” she said, brushing his hand away.
He grinned. “Come on, don’t be shy.”
She looked around as though someone might see them. “I’m not shy. I’m just… not in front of everyone?”
His dark eyes glittered. “No one cares. And I thought you liked me.”
“I do.”
“So why don’t you wanna show me?”
“I… okay.” Mara leaned in for another kiss, and this time Derek massaged both her breasts, squeezing them tight through her top. She held out as long as she could, her hips shifting minutely against his, but when he pinched her nipple through the heavy material, she let out a moan.
“That’s it,” he muttered. “Good girl.”
She pulled away, scared of her arousal and of what he might make her do next. Derek’s eyes were heavy-lidded, his mouth parted in a sneer. “So, you like me, huh?”
“Yes…?”
He pulled open the waistband of his sweatpants and produced his hard, swollen cock. Mara’s mouth fell open like she’d really never seen one before. “Derek?”
“How about you suck it? If you have that much of a crush on me?”
She looked around wildly. “We’re at a party.”
He put a hand behind her head, not pushing but holding her fast. “No one’s watching.”
She looked at the thick, blood-swollen length. She wanted to… but she couldn’t. They’d only kissed once. They were both fully dressed. She pulled away from his hold. “I’m not like that!”
“Sure, you’re not.” He traced a broad fingertip over his initials, brushing her nipples as he passed. “You like the game?”
“Yeah, you were amazing.”
He smiled, wielding both dimples against her. “I know. You wanna go out Friday?”
“Like a date?”
“Yeah. We’ll go to the movies or something.”
She beamed at him. “That would be amazing!”
“Good.” He drained his drink, putting the empty glass on the arm of the couch. Firelight flickered in his dark eyes. “Take your top off.”
Mara gasped. “I… can’t.”
“You want to be my girl?”
She nodded silently.
He flicked her right breast. “Then. Take. Your. Top. Off.”
Heat pooled between her legs, soaking the pink thong she’d put on, and Mara did what she was told. This was darker than what she’d imagined, but she liked it too. Derek playing into the worst aspects of who he could have been. She pulled her crop top over her head, careful not to disturb her lip gloss. Her breasts bounced free, and Derek cupped one as she struggled to release her arms.
“D’you feel better with them out?”
Mara tried and failed to smile. “Um, yes?”
Derek pinched her nipple. “Good. Are you gonna do what I say?”
She nodded.
He squeezed her tighter, making her gasp. “Are you gonna do what I say?”
“Yes!”
“Good.”
His free hand worked his cock, giving it slow, lazy pumps. As she watched, he held it toward her. “You wanna suck it?”
She shook her head frantically.
“But you’re gonna do what I tell you to do, aren’t you?”
“I… yes, but—oh.”
He’d released his cock and was pulling both her nipples at once. Mara arched her back unwillingly, offering him more.
“That’s better, baby.”
Derek amused himself for a while plucking and tugging at her sensitive nubs—a light smile playing across his face. She pictured them from the outside—her naked except for her tight little skirt and white sneakers; Derek huge and fully dressed, playing with her like she was a doll. She closed her eyes as heat moved through her. She’d spent years imagining things that weren’t half as sexy as what Derek was doing to her now. He pressed a big hand to her throat, pinning her to the couch and sucking her nipple. He released it with a pop. “You’re here to make me feel good, aren’t you, baby?”
“Yes.”
He drew on her other nipple, making sparks swirl down her chest. “That’s your job, isn’t it?”
“Yes!”
He slid two fingers into her mouth, pumping them gently over her tongue. Mara sucked, tasting clean skin and the faintest trace of his arousal. She drew deeply and he pulled away with a grunt. “That’s enough.”
“I… what do you mean?”
He leaned back, staring pointedly at his still exposed cock.
Mara sucked her knuckle. “Derek, I don’t know…”
“Okay.” He sat forward, his expression dangerous. “You like coming to games, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“And you like me? You want everyone to know I picked you?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then you need to make me happy.” He grasped his cock. “Right now, baby.”
Mara swallowed, then bent sideways, folding her legs beneath her. Yet the moment she was close, he pulled away. “Lick it first.”
Humiliation burned through her as she dragged her tongue over the tip, tasting pre-come.
“That’s it, keep licking it. Convince me you should get to suck it.”
Mara’s cheeks burned as she licked Derek’s cock like it was ice cream. She’d become nothing in his eyes. A pretty object. Why was it so goddamn sexy for her to be treated that way? Mara had no idea, but it was.
“Okay, that’s enough.” He pushed her head down, winding her ponytail around his fist like a brace. “Get it, baby. And do a good job. There’s plenty of girls who want your place.”
Mara bent lower, sucking him into her mouth. She dove deep, sliding her tongue over his hot, smooth skin. Servicing him. Derek groaned. Looking up, she saw his arms were spread wide on the back of the couch.
“That’s it. Deeper.”
She sucked as deep as she could, but it was hard to balance on the couch. She removed her mouth and tugged his hand from her ponytail.
Derek glared at her. “The fuck are you doing?”
“I just need to…” She slid to the floor, rushing to put her mouth back over him. Already thinking like a doormat…
Derek paused, then seemed to accept her action, sitting back in the couch and playing with a long strand of her hair. Pleased, she worked faster, pulling her lips tight around him, and imagined how this must look; Derek sprawled on the couch with her bobbing between his legs. Her lip gloss had rubbed off on his cock—she could taste it every time she sucked.
Derek tugged on her scrunchie. “I need someone to look after me like this after games. You want it to be you?”
Mara moaned around him.
“Course you do. Suck harder. And use your hand.”
She did as she was told, a hollow ache between her legs. She thought she’d known how to test and tease herself, but Derek took her so far beyond her natural limits. If she was alone, she’d have already made herself come.
He wrenched her hair up, making her look him in the face. “You been railed before?”
Obviously yes, but maybe not in this fantasy? “No.”
“Want me to break you in?”
She shook her head.
“You sure about that?”
Again, Mara shook her head. She didn’t have to try to seem nervous. From her position on her knees, Derek seemed twice as big as usual and ten times as mean. He pushed her head down and she sucked him, going extra fast to try to make him happy. He drummed his fingertips on her forehead. “The thing is, I want to be your first. So, you’re gonna let me. Tonight. Now.”
There was a strange intensity to his voice and Mara shivered. She pulled away, letting him fall from her puffy, oversensitive lips. “You won’t tell anyone?”
His smile was dark. “Of course, I fucking will.”
“But—”
He reached down and pulled her to her feet. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while, you know.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. You’re a bit shy to try to rail, but I wanted to.” He gave her an easy smile. “And now I know you like me…”
Mara couldn’t help smiling back. “I do like you, Derek.”
“Good.” Derek pulled his hoodie over his head, exposing his heavily tattooed chest. She caught sight of something under his right armpit, but as she squinted, it vanished. Derek ran a hand down his tight stomach. “Like it?”
She chewed her knuckle.
With a smirk, he pulled down his tracksuit pants. Not all the way, only so his hips were bare. He sat, his cock resting along his tattooed stomach like a gun. He gripped it. “Take your underwear off.”
She looked behind her.
“No one’s watching. Don’t you trust me?”
No, but that didn’t matter. She wanted to be his. She reached under her skirt and pulled at her thong.
Derek’s eyes gleamed. “That’s it, baby. All the way down.”
She let the silk fall between her feet.
“Now lift your skirt up. Show me.”
She closed her eyes and did what she was told. Derek sucked a breath through his teeth. “Fuck yeah. Rub it for me. Open it up.”
Her eyes still screwed shut, Mara did what he asked. The lightest brush over her labia sent wetness spilling down her inner thighs. She chewed her lip to keep from screaming.
“You want me to make you come, baby?”
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please?”
“You’re gonna have to sit on me first, okay?”
Her face was hot; hotter than her cunt, and that was burning. “Okay.”
“Come over here.”
She slid onto him, arranging her legs around his hips through slitted eyes. She didn’t want to see properly. If she did, she might ruin everything by jumping on his cock and riding hell for leather like no virgin cheerleader on earth.
Derek stroked the bare head of his cock along her lips. Mara sighed, a loud, silly sound she couldn’t help.
Derek chuckled. “Feel nice, baby?”
“I….”
“It’s okay. It can be our secret. Now tell me you wanna get fucked by me.”
“I… I want to get fucked by you.”
His cock was at her entrance, pulsing like a drum. “Then you will be.”
He sank inside her slowly and she whimpered as he spread her walls.
“Fuck yeah, that’s a nice virgin pussy.”
Mara chewed her lip. He was so big. It didn’t hurt, but it was tight. Derek clasped her hips as he rocked back and forth, spreading her wetness and turning his movements to a slick glide. “Like that?”
“Yes.”
“Good. Get used to it. This is your job now, princess.”
Her eyes flew open and found his gaze deadly serious. He fucked her faster, bringing her down on him roughly.
“I like it twice a day. You can suck me off in the change rooms before homeroom, then I’ll take you back in there and fuck you after training.”
Mara couldn’t look at him. That had been their schedule. Sometimes ditching lunch to ‘hang out’ at the back of the school. Reckless, but she was always willing to risk it. She reached down and rubbed her clit in a circle.
Derek chuckled and gripped her ass. “You’re a natural, baby. Now, come on. Fuck me.”
She rose and fell, but she was self-conscious now that she knew he was watching. “S-sorry.”
He pushed a strand of escaped hair from her eyes. “I’ll take it for now, but you need to do better, okay?”
“Yes…” She almost said ‘Daddy’ but managed to hold back just in time. A glimmer of a smile flashed over Derek’s face as he gripped her jaw. “Get on the floor and bend over.”
She lay down clumsily, her legs trembling beneath her. He studied her for a long moment, then fell behind her, his hands closing on her thighs. “Say ‘please fuck me, Derek?’”
She repeated the words obediently, her body thrumming.
“Good girl. You wanna come, do it now. I’m gonna finish inside you.”
He slid into her cunt, setting her nerves aflame, and when she was full to the brim, he paused. “By the way, we’re never going on a date, princess.”
Mara froze, legitimately horrified, and he laughed as he thrust into her. He set a rough, brutal pace, his balls slapping her clit, forcing pleasure along with his cock. She usually screamed, but today she was silent as her body twisted and juddered. She pressed the heel of her palm to her clit and sparks flashed behind her eyes. Derek closed a hand on her shoulder, the other on her hip, and held her tight like a cat in a bath, fucking her through her orgasm. “You take it. You fucking take my cock.”
He worked away at her, his hips slamming into her ass. He was using her, but not in a showy way. Now he was focused solely on his pleasure.
“Say it,” he growled. “Call me Daddy.”
“Daddy! Fuck me please, Daddy?”
He slammed into her and held, his hips locked to hers. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”
He gasped and she felt him spill hot inside her, aware all of a sudden of how much her knees hurt.
“Shit!”
“Derek?” She turned, alarmed. “Are you okay?”
“No condom,” he gasped. “Fuck, M. I’m so sorry. I’ve got them in my bag, I’ve got them.”
“It’s okay. Relax.”
And it was okay. They weren’t going to do anything going bare this time that they hadn’t already done. And as Derek’s rough hands swept down her back, she was even glad. The mean guy he’d been pretending to be wouldn’t have worn a condom. They’d done everything properly.
Derek pulled away, slipping two gentle fingers against her cunt to keep his semen from spilling out.
“I’ll get tissues,” he said thickly, stumbling to his feet and pulling his sweatpants over his glorious penis.
He returned in seconds, cupping the fabric to her pussy. Mara took it off him and cleaned herself up. He knelt beside her, watching her face. “You okay, Little Miss?”
“I’m all sweaty.”
“That’s my fault.” He licked along her neck. “You taste good though.”
“Thanks.”
He bundled her into his arms and together they lay in front of the roaring fire. Derek kissed her forehead. “That was amazing.”
“You were amazing,” Mara said, kissing him back. “You made me feel so, like, mortified and turned on at the same time.”
“The Hardiman specialty.” He tugged her skirt. “Promise me something? Whenever I’m playing, you have to wear this.”
“What if I’m with friends? Or literally anywhere people might see me?”
“Come on? Please? If I know you’re wearing this, I’ll play like an absolute king. I’ll stay pro until I’m forty and I’ll never let anyone down.”
“You worry about letting people down?”
He shook his head. “Baby, you just melted my brain. I can’t talk football. Fuck me, that outfit…”
Mara ducked her head. “You liked it?”
“It’s fucking incredible. You’re the hottest girl in the world.”
“And you like the initials? You didn’t think it was lame…?”
He stuck his tongue against the inside of his cheek, looking up at the ceiling. “You’re gonna kill me.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t be.” He sat up. “Are you hungry? Want me to do a cheese board?”
“That would be perfect. Yes, please.”
He stood, swaying slightly. “I can’t believe you got a cheerleader uniform made for me. Fucking hell.”
Mara wanted to correct him. Say she’d gotten it for herself. But that was a lie. She had done it for him. Even when she intended this to be a one-night stand, she’d wanted to close the door on the cheerleader fantasy for him. “Glad you liked it.”
“Liked it? I like the universe now I’ve fucked you in that.” He flashed her a huge white smile. “No wonder I couldn’t forget you, Little Miss.”
He walked away whistling, hands in his pockets. Mara smiled, loving the way his back rippled as he walked. Sex and a cheese board? What more could anyone want? She lay on her back, letting the heat from the fire radiate over her bare thighs and breasts.
We’re a couple again.
The thought was warm in her stomach and cold everywhere else.