D E R E K ' S P O V

I love being in control in the bedroom and it's not often I give it up, but occasionally I let Layla be in control for a while.

Tonight is one of those times and it won't last long, so you best believe Layla is enjoying every second of it.

Now standing before me, slow and stealthy, she shimmies out of her shorts and pulls of her shirt, letting the fabric pool on the floor. My eyes hood as they drag over her soft curves, hard nipples poking through her bra and the scrap of lace barely covering between her legs.

I see her naked everyday, but my girl never fails to spike my heart rate every single time.

While I'm still admiring her, Layla crawls onto my lap and laces her hands behind my neck when she brings my mouth to hers. Rough and hard, she kisses me exactly how she rolls her hips, grinding down on where I'm rock solid between her thighs.

Our lips only separate when she pulls off my shirt. I try to kiss her again but Layla turns my face away to bring her lips to my jaw, descending down to the base of my throat. With soft lips and gentle nips of her teeth, she knows just how to get me going.

My back falls into the mattress when she pushes against my shoulders and Layla's hands roam the hard ridges of my chest with her lips following suit as she gets off the bed, sinking to her knees between my legs.

Layla continues her slow descent of her lips, and my stomach clenches the closer she gets to the waistline of my pants. I'm breathing heavily in anticipation while her hands work the buckle on my belt and she undoes the zipper that was threatening to burst at the seam.

My dick is rock solid, laying flat against my stomach, begging to be touched. Beads of precum gather at the tip, and Layla's hand moves to my pulsing cock, and gives it a soft squeeze, relishing in the low groan I let out. As always, her touch sends goosebumps along my skin while I will myself to not buck into her hand. Her thumb swipes over the slit on the tip of my cock, using the precum as a lubricant as she start moving her hand back and forth on me. Up. Slowly. Down. Slowly. Back up. Even slower.

My hand slips through her hair, pulling her head taut. Layla looks up at me through her lashes to see that dominance I relinquished seeping through. "Don't tease me."

To my surprise, Layla matches my expression. "Don't tell me what to do."

That's my girl. I try to hid my proud smirk. But regardless, she's going to pay for that one later.

With one hand wrapped around the base, Layla dips her head and circles her tongue around the tip and my head drops back when she takes me into her wet, warm mouth, inch by inch until I hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck," I murmur softly underneath my breath because I can't help it. Not only does it feel so fucking good already, but I can't get over how pretty she looks as she takes me into her mouth, big glossy eyes watching me as my cock disappears past her plump lips.

I push up onto my elbows, keeping my hand gripping her hair to keep it out of her face because I'm not missing a second of this. She gives it to me just how I like it. It's sloppy, her eyes are watery staring up at me, pumping me with her hands, taking all of me down her throat, occasionally pulling it out to spit on it or slap it against her tongue and I can't do anything but moan her name and give her praises.

And just when I've completely forgotten about it, Layla brings back out the bullet vibrator. While sucking on the tip, she places the vibrating toy on the underside of my cock, focusing it an inch or so beneath the tip.

"Holy shit." My head falls forward and I lick my lips. My stomach clenches as the vibrations pulse through me, giving me a sensation I've never felt before. My breathing deepens. "That's.. fuck."

A devilish smile forms of Layla's face. "Feels good, doesn't it?"

You can say that again. I husk out a laugh through my heaving chest. "Now I know why you have so many."

Any other teasing comments I have are cut off when Layla slides me down her throat again and hallows out her cheeks, moving the toy to where my dick meets my balls.

I grip her hair tightly beneath my fingertips and moan out a string of warnings because what she's doing to me is only going to make me last about three more strokes.

Layla squeezes the base in her hand, running her lips up and down the sides of my cock while she focuses the bullet on the tip. "Where do you wanna come?"

"Your face," I rasp, feeling my dick pulse underneath her lips. Don't get me wrong, finishing inside her or down her throat are one of my favourite things to do, but there's something so hot about seeing her covered in my come. Tonight is one of them nights. I want her covered. "And—oh fuck— your tits."

The second she pulls me from her mouth and sticks out her tongue, Layla works me with her hand until the last second and I can't hold back any longer and my come shoots onto her face, tongue, lips until it's dripping down her chin and coating her chest.

Layla keeps her eyes on mine when she grabs my hand and uses my thumb to wipe the come from the corner of her mouth before she sucks it into her mouth and licks it clean.

I barely get a chance to catch my breath before I draw her into me and kiss her. Hard. Our lips are still connected when I pick her up and lift her onto my lap, turning her so her back settles into my chest.

As much fun as that just was, I'm back in control now.

L A Y L A ' S   P O V

"That didn't take long." I giggle, rolling my hips against where once again, the hard and heavy weight of Derek presses into my ass from behind.

"No, it didn't." Derek's hand cups my chin where he turns it forward, directing my vision to the full length mirror directly in front of us. "Because this is my view." His eyes meet mine in the reflection as his hand that was settled on the dip of my waist travels upwards, grasping my tit in his palm, dark eyes watching as I squirm when he rolls my nipple between his fingers. His laboured breath fans against my neck when his nose skims the underside of my jaw before his teeth possessively nip my skin. "And it's all fucking mine."

Fuck me. I try to squeeze my legs shut in an attempt to ease the ache building at the cleft of my thighs, but all I get is a whimper of disappointment when Derek wraps his ankles around mine, keeping my legs spread.

"Greedy girl," Derek's whispered words ghost over the hallow of my throat. His fingers enclose around my neck, gripping rough enough for my breath to hitch. "Tell me how wet you are for me."

It's niagara fucking falls down there and I'm sure he can feel it dripping onto his thighs but still, I give in. I'm too desperate not too. "I'm soaked," I admit through deep, shallow breaths. "Please, Derek."

His satisfied smile curves against my skin and Derek knocks his foot against the box on the floor, scooting it closer to us. "Now be a good girl and tell me which one is your favourite?"

Scrambling forwards, I reach into the box and wrap my palm around the sleek black vibrating dildo. It's curved tip allows it to reach the perfect spot and it has five speed settings. It's never failed me and I already know today won't be the day it does.

"Open." Derek's rough order is whispered in my ear while his eyes stay on mine in the reflection. My mouth opens without question and Derek presses it flat against my tongue as he slides it past my lips, inch by inch until it hits the back of my throat. "Suck."

I hallow my cheeks around the toy, enjoying the hot and feral look in Derek's eyes as he watches me slide it down my throat with ease.

"Beg for it."

I place my feet up on his knees, spreading my legs wide open for him when he pulls the toy out of my mouth. "Please, Derek."

"Come on, Layla," Derek tsks darkly, dragging the vibrator down my stomach. He inches it lower and lower the more I whimper. "You can do better than that."

"Derek," I plead, reaching back and clasping my hands around the back of his neck. I tilt my head back to look up at him so he can see the desperation pleading behind my eyes. "Please."

"Please, what?" He breathes against my lips, barely brushing a gentle kiss to them. "Tell me what you want."

"Please fuck me with it," I whimper, tilting my hips towards his hand. If I don't get some relief to the ache between my legs in the next ten seconds I might cry. "I want it so bad."

I'm tethering on the edge of exploding before he finally touches me, and I don't even care that it's on the lowest setting, because the satisfaction I get when he presses the tip of the vibrator against my clit has my breathing changing from shallow to erratic the second the vibrations pulse against my core.

I meet Derek in the reflection and my eyes are begging for more because my mouth can't form the words through my string of whimpers. He smirks at my quiet desperation, biting his lower lip lightly when he knocks up the setting to the third speed.

"Oh my—" He starts to draw small circles around the swollen bud and I can't hold back my moans. "Yes. Yes."

My head falls back against his shoulder, and his lips attack my neck, pressing soft kisses into my skin, biting gently. Derek inches the toy lower, running it through my folds, coating it with my wetness.

"Please put it in," I whimper, giving him the eyes he can't say no to when I arch into his hand. "I need it."

The dull pleasure fully intensifies when he does what I asked and my eyes fall closed when he finally pushes the toy inside of me. As slow as molasses he fills my soaking wet core.

"Faster," I cry at his teasing, painstakingly slow pace. I shift my hips, desperately trying to move with him but his bruising grip on my hip holds me in place like an anchor. "Harder."

My mouth opens on a gasp when he does exactly what I asked and fucks me with it. It's hard and fast and absolutely everything I need right now. My thighs are shaking and my clit is swollen, aching for a release. No matter how much I try to grind against him, he holds me in place to further hold out my orgasm.

Derek's lips brush the shell of my ear when he pinches my nipple, twisting it between his fingers. "Tell me who's making you feel this good."

"You." Faster. Harder. Faster. "Oh, fuck. You, Derek."

"You like that? Hmm?" Derek asks as he thrusts into me mercilessly. Moans of his name are spilling from my lips like a mantra, my back is arching, my hips are bucking and my hands are gripping and clawing at his forearms as he pushes me closer and closer with each passing second. "You wanna come?"

"Please," I beg. My thighs are shaking and my clit is swollen, aching for a release. I'm so close I'm on the verge of tears.

I love that Derek genuinely gets pleasure out of pleasuring me, but at times like this when I'm right on the edge and he looks like he's enjoying it too much for it to end, I don't like it all that much. I'm not that surprised when he tucks his head into my neck and says, "Not yet."

"Derek, I can't.." I sob. The pressure only builds more when his hand slides to my clit, rubbing soft circles into it. Tears are streaming from my eyes when they meet his, silently begging when my mouth can't form the words. "I'm gonna.. I need.."

"So pretty when you beg me," Derek's praise has reduced me to a whimpering mess of hoarse pleas and I don't think I can last another second. "Now, come. Let me hear you how pretty you sound."

That's all it takes for the pressure to finally spill over. I crumble back against him, limp as I let the pulses of pleasure to take over my body. I'm breathless as Derek continues at that pace and he only begins to slow when my orgasm passes before he takes the toy out, clicking it off and tossing it somewhere between the sheets.

His arms wrap around me and my back melts into his chest. Derek looks like he's ready to fuck me into next week, and I already look like he has fucked me into next week. I'm trying to catch my breath while I take in my appearance. My hair is a mess, my cheeks are flushed pink, my legs are trembling and his fingerprints are indented in my hips.

Derek is the perfect mix between dominant and sweet and I love that he always knows exactly what I need when I need it. Because he spends the next few minutes lacing his fingers through mine, showering me with soft kisses while he whispers how much he loves me against my skin.

One final kiss is brushed against my lips. "Layla?"

I give him a fucked out smile. "Mhm?"

"That tying you to the bed thing? Can—"

"Yes," I muster up, breathlessly. I probably should be embarrassed about how enthusiastically I'm nodding my head, but I'm not. "Yes, please."

"What was that?" Derek asks, knees pressing into the mattress as he makes his way over to me. His eyes narrow and he tries and fails to hold back his smirk. "You weren't very clear."

I know he's teasing because that was one cluster fuck of an agreement, but I'm too turned on to care. I'm on my back, legs open, holding my wrist together above my head before he realises it's happening. My bottom lips slides between my teeth and I blink up at him. "Is this clear enough for you?"

"Fuck, I love you." Derek drops his head to my neck and kisses down my body before he gets off the bed and starts rooting through the pile of clothes on the floor.

Not even ten seconds later, he somehow finds one of his work ties buried beneath my piles of clothes on the floor and he's quick getting to work on securing my hands to the headboard. He slips the silk around my wrists, fastening it securely to the bed frame.

I giggle to myself. His legs are straddling on either side of my chest so his dick is bobbing right in front of my face. I lean up and take him into my mouth, sucking the tip between my lips. I watch his expression darken and his hands tighten, failing to focus on what he was doing.

But once my hands are tightly tied, Derek grips my chin and tilts my face up to his, harshly pushing his thumb over my bottom lip. "You want me to fuck your pretty little mouth while you're bound and gagging on my cock?"

Rile him up so he'll fuck me harder? Check. "You wouldn't."

I gasp when his hands grasp my ankles, pulling me down to the middle of the bed so my arms are stretched out and I can't move. My legs are over his shoulders before I can blink and he grips my hips.

"I'm going to have you on your knees with your hands tied behind your back while I watch you choke on my cock." Derek's fingers dig tighter into my hips when he hoists them into the air, holding my body up effortlessly. Heated gaze focused on the wetness between my thighs, Derek grinds my core against his hard cock, slowly sliding it through my folds, but never pushing inside. "But right now... I'm going to fuck you so hard my name will be the only thing leaving your mouth. Got it?"

Goal? Achieved. "Got it—"

I barely get to finish my sentence before Derek thrusts into me in one quick motion, barely giving me half a second to adjust to his size before his hips begin to drill into mine like a fucking jackhammer.

It was really nice being able to walk. I'm going to miss it because I'm positive I'm going to need a wheelchair tomorrow. And a new set of vocal cords because this man really knows how to make me scream.

My eyes want to flutter closed but I don't let them because looking at Derek is so much better. I watch his broad shoulders and strong arms wrap around my legs, the veins in his forearms flexing with the contours of his abs with each roll of his hips. Having the same idea, Derek's eyes drift over my body like I'm a work of art laying beneath him. His jaw slacks with deep low breaths as he watches my tits bouncing with the force of his thrusts.

I can honestly say I feel every part of my sanity start to fade away as he fucks me, so roughly that it almost has me begging for him to go easy on me. Almost. I never would. This is too good. I absolutely love that Derek is so strong and easily capable of overpowering me.

"You take my cock like such a fucking good girl," Derek praises. He leans down and practically folds me in half so my legs are behind my head so he can brush a sloppy kiss to my lips. "My good girl."

And that? I never want him to stop. Once again, he has me nearly sobbing, my insides squeezing him snugly. Clearly he feels it too because his eyes roll and the grip on my hips tightens as he fucks me with everything in him.

It's ruthless and passionate and I can't focus on anything other than how good it feels. The sounds are so loud, his hips slapping into my ass, his thick cock pummeling into me, his low groans mixing with my high pitched ones. The filthy harmony collects around us, pushing me higher and higher until I'm climbing towards another mind blowing orgasm already.

A needy whimper leaves me. "I love how good you fuck me."

"How can I not, my love?" Derek's voice roughens as his jaw slacks and a whispered curse falls from his lips. But he doesn't slow. Not for a single second. "You take it so fucking well."

I don't know how I could possibly be quiet after such praise, but I'm not. Moans leave my agape lips as I watch Derek dip his head and his lips trail down from my neck, passing my collar bones and chest down to my tits. His tongue circles my hard nipple before he presses his lips against me, sucking purple marks into my skin.

"Mine," He whispers against my marked skin with a possessive spark in his eyes before he straightens and pushes himself back up onto his knees.

I don't even register Derek reaching between the sheets until I hear the familiar buzz of the bullet, but I sure as fuck register it when his hand drifts between our bodies and the vibrating toy is pressed against my clit.

My legs are in the air over his shoulders, trembling torturously as Derek relentlessly drills his hips into me. The vibration from the bullet in his hand against my clit sends pulses of pleasure through my body, leaving me squirming, helplessly writhing around the bed.

"Oh my—" I don't even get a chance to warn him before my body begins to unravel and my orgasm takes over and I cry out his name over and over as he continues to grind me against him, his cock reaching the perfect places inside me. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

My back arches off the bed and my eyes inadvertently flutter closed as I relish in the sensation taking over my body. But the second my orgasm dwindles away, Derek pulls out of me and I almost sob at the loss of fullness.

"What are you doing?" I whine. If my hands were free, I'd slip him straight back inside but all I can do is desperately plead. I just came, but I need more. "Why did you pull out?"

"You're squeezing me so tight, baby." Derek props himself up on his hands on either side of my head, smirking when he kisses my lips. "And I'm not ready to be done with you yet."

"I don't care," I cry, desperately trying to lift my hips towards him. "I need you inside me."

"What have I told you?" Derek taunts as he moves down my body, teeth nipping at my navel before he soothes it with a fluttering kiss. My legs are over his shoulders and spread before I get a chance to answer him. "What's our rule, Layla?" Derek repeats, pulling me down into his face.

I love the sight his head between my legs looking like his about to devour me like his last meal. "For every one you get, I get three."

"Smart girl." A kiss is pressed to my inner thigh. "Now open your legs for me, baby. I want a taste."

It's not long before my third orgasm of the night crashes over me, curtesy of the expert flicks of Derek's tongue and his fingers that can have me trembling in mere minutes.

"Satisfied?" Derek teases as he inches back up my body, bringing his lips to mine.

"No," I can taste myself on his tongue and I absolutely love it. "Not until I'm covered in your come."

"Such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl," Derek smirks. His hand tangles with the silk binding my wrists together and he loosens it a fraction. Now with some wiggle room, Derek flips me over onto my stomach so my arms are still bound but crossed.

He jerks my hips into the air so I'm on my knees and when I rest my cheek against the sheets, the sight before me has wetness pooling between my thighs once again. I originally bought this mirror so I could have a good full length view of all my outfits, but it's use tonight has proved to be one hundred times better.

Derek's on his knees behind me, fisting his cock, the solid muscle of his chest and abs glistening with a slight sheen of sweat. He's staring at me through the mirror, his eyes are intense, focused, and filled with desire as he leans over me and places kisses all along my back. The soft flutter of his lips is enough to make my eyes fall closed but Derek is quick to wrap his hand around my hair and pull my head back up, my eyes widening at the sudden harsh tug.

"Open your eyes, Layla," Behind me, desire is chiseled into each and every one of Derek's features. "I want you to see exactly who's cock you're taking."

With my back arched, head pulled back by Derek's firm grip, swollen lips and glazed eyes, I look absolutely wrecked but also desperate for more. The position, the mirror, his dirty words and praise is enough to do it for me already, even though I'm not sure I have another one in me tonight.

I jolt forward with the sheer force of the first punishing thrust Derek delivers when he slides back into me with ease and starts fucking me from behind.

"I wanna make you come." I let out a muffled whine as I rest my cheek against the sheets and desperate and needy, I start to grind back into him, meeting his pace.

"You wanna make me come, hmm?" Derek's hand that was gripping onto my hip, thumbs digging into the dimples on my lower back he loves so much, lifts off just long enough to deliver a harsh slap to my ass that I'm sure will leave his hand printed into my skin. "Then be a good girl and push that pretty pussy back on me."

I obey without hesitation, pushing back on him, moaning out as his cock stretches me further. I tense and clamp around him as he stares down to where we meet, watching his eyes roll with every push of my hips.

"That's it," Derek rasps as my hips roll back, ass bouncing against him in the rhythm that looks like I'm about to ruin him. His grip loosens as he lets me do all the hard work, brushing his hand up my spine until it's rested around the base of my neck. "Fuck. That's it, baby. Just like that."

Desperate to make him feel as good as he's spent the last hour making me feel, I move faster and harder the louder I make him moan with each slap of my hips. Derek moans deeply and slumps forwards, bracing himself up on his elbows on either side of my head.

"Shit," He groans into my neck, his voice strained with pleasure. "You're going to make me come already."

Somehow I manage a small laugh between my gasps. "That's the point."

Derek reaches around and pinches my nipple, eliciting a sharp cry from me. "Not until you come again."

"I can't," I let out a muffled whine of protest. "Not again."

"Yes, you can and you will," Derek grunts into my neck, nipping at the skin. His hand slithers around my throat as I start to feel him take over again, slamming into me harder. "I need to feel you come on my cock once more."

Arousal clouds my vision and Derek's hand squeezing my throat causes an overwhelming pleasure to build up inside me once again. I fade into a string of moans once again as Derek picks up speed and settles back on his punishing rhythm.

Before I know it another orgasm is causing me to shudder and shake, rippling around Derek's cock as his thrusts grow sloppy inside me. I'd be a weak pile of limbs if Derek wasn't holding me up and he waits long enough for me to ride out my orgasm before he follows me. With one last moan of my name, Derek groans loudly when he pulls out at the last second, shooting his come up my back and all over my ass.

Spent and absolutely breathless, Derek and I both collapse into the mattress. It's not even a second later that Derek's attention is back on me.

"Are you okay?" He pulls at the silk around my wrists and they fall free. He checks them and rubs his thumbs over my skin. They're a little red, but it doesn't hurt. "What do you need?"

My lips curve into a soft smile. "You. A kiss. Please."

Once again, Derek delivers. He kisses me until my lips are swollen and my cheeks hurt I'm smiling that hard. Then he carries me to the bathroom and cleans me up and the idea of packing is long forgotten about.

I don't even have to lift a finger for the rest of the evening, not even when it comes to eating the Chinese food Derek orders us for dinner. I'm curled into his side in bed as he brings the fork to my lips. One bite for me, one bite got him. And he saves me all extra crispy pieces of orange chicken because he knows they're my favourite.

I can't stop thinking about how everything comes full circle because of how we end up eating Chinese takeout in bed, exactly like we did the first night Derek ever stayed over here.

We weren't even dating back then, and we definitely didn't know each other as well as we do now. It's funny how that works. There was a time when I didn't even know Derek existed and now I can't imagine my life without him. And this is probably our last night staying here before we move in together and start the next chapter of our lives.

I truly hope everyone gets to experience this. Living life with your best friend and soul mate, who just fucked you into oblivion, and is now feeding me orange chicken while we talk about how excited we are to spend the rest of our lives together.

Derek plants a kiss on my forehead, grazing his hand up my bare back. "Are you tired?"

I shake my head against his chest. "No. Why?"

"Good." Derek's up and off the bed before I can even register what's happening. "Get up."

I thought he was going to suggest staying up to talk more but I guess not. "Why?"

"You didn't forget, did you?" Derek raises a challenging eyebrow as he slips the silk tie between his fingertips. "Get on your knees, Layla."

It's almost embarrassing how quick I drop to my knees.

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A/N: over 5000 words of pure smut.. did i deliver? Lol I hope you enjoyed this chapter!!🫶

Side note.. I think we only have one more cute chapter before the shit show starts. You're welcome in advance🥰 any theories?