A loud rumbling sound bounced around the room. Casting a glance at my stomach, I groaned in return. It was about time I consumed something other than the nonsense I had been watching. Not that I paid much attention to the television. All my interest was aimed at the hands of the clock on the wall. Maybe if I did something it would keep my mind occupied.

Yep, that would be the best decision I've made since the night began. Taking one last look at the clock, I shut the television off and headed towards the kitchen. There I flicked on the light switch and gathered the tools to start my masterpiece. Echoes from the objects greeting the countertop filled the air.

The stove was lit next under a pot with milk. Blue and red flames danced below the metal. It seemed happy. I should be happy too. Not awake at one in the morning worried about the whereabouts of my best friend. No, I should be sleeping like a normal college student. But, no, that was not me.

A shaky laugh was released.

The thing was, in our four years of living together, Derek had never been out this late before. Yeah, he was a young adult with a girlfriend, but I could not help being concerned about my roommate. He could be lying in a ditch somewhere.

I swallowed, avoiding that thought entirely.

Maybe his girlfriend did not have clocks and time flew by. People often justified that time flies while having fun. I was sure fun was all Derek had while at Ms. Hooks' house.

Cursing, I leaned against the island.

Our friendship blossomed from Kindergarten. At first, we were enemies. He was that kid who pulled my hair in class; who shoved and teased me on the playground. Of course, I fought back but that didn't stop the little monster from doing it the next day. Oh, how I hated the fucker!

Our little feud lasted for what seemed like forever until one of his little pranks ended in a greater disaster. I still had the scars to prove it. Instead of laughing like he always did, he came to my rescue. He fisted my abuser, and shoved him, leaving him to cry. Oh, he never stopped there. The asshole had the heart to help me up and followed me to the school nurse. Of course, I got a scolding of my mom's tongue for not letting her know what was going on. Honestly, I could have handled the situation.

Ever since that day, Derek never tormented me again. He only did something worse. He became my nurturer, always ensuring I was okay. He kept it up even after I was better. And boy, did I let him work for it. I ignored him, shoved him, did all the despicable things I could have thought of. Yet, he wouldn't stop being nice. One day, I finally gave in and we became best friends.

I couldn't help but laugh at how much of a diva I was. Still am. 

We were the perfect duo. Him being the asshole while I was the sweet friend. I always apologized for his behaviors, helping him when I shouldn't. Always keeping the beast in line. When we got into the same college, we decided or mostly he decided and I went along with it, that we would live together in the condo he had received as a graduation present from his parents.

Now, I was paying the price for that arrangement.

Here I was, in an empty condo, warming milk to drink with a slice of homemade cake while my roommate was God knows where.

Ugh, he had better be in that ditch because I swear…

A beeping sound pierced through my thoughts. Turning on the monitor in the kitchen, a hiss of teeth was my expression when I saw the devil riding up in the elevator.

He looked quite fine. No marks of being robbed or drugged. Nothing.

Frustrated, I snapped the monitor off and fetched the remaining of the milk to add more to the pot.

In all truth, I expected this kind of behavior from him when he was a freshman. Even then, he always came home before this hour. Or he would have called to let me know what was going on.

Frowning, I turned my attention to the cake, ensuring to cut two slices, one meatier than the other. The warmer was covered to keep them warm and moist until the milk was ready. Once done, I poured some of the hot liquid into my teacup and took the smaller slice of cake on the plate. Seated in the middle of the L shaped island, I dove into my yummy delight.

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Just as the last piece of cake melted on my tongue, spreading its glorious chocolate and strawberry flavors in my mouth, Derek strolled into the kitchen. Ignoring him, I drained the last of the contents from my cup and rested the dirty dishes in the sink.

"I was at Lisa's," he announced.

"Uh-huh." I turned the tap on, rinsing the utensils.

"I never intended to stay that long." He hesitated before continuing, "And my phone was off. I didn't even realize until a while ago. Lisa must have messed with it."

"Uh-huh." The tap was turned off, and the washing sponge was laddered with soap.

"Are you upset with me?"

At that question, I stopped to glare at him before resuming my duties.

An unexpected wild earthy scent with a hint of ocean breeze, and another masculine fragrance —I couldn't and still can't put a name to — filled my nostrils. This provided the knowledge of how close he was. A feeling of uneasiness settled in the pit of my stomach. The tap was turned back on and the water washed the suds away.

"No, you know what I think? I think you're jealous. I was out with her instead of coming home to you."

Yeah, right.

Quickly drying the tools off, I stepped out of his reach to put them away. That did not stop him from expressing his ideas.

"I bet you had been up all night and haven't gotten a wink of sleep, anticipating my return. There I was, with her, fucking and doing things filled with pleasure while you were here, being miserable."

Ugh!

His truthful speech grated on my every nerve. However, I tried to keep my facial features passive, moving every time he came too close. Noticing my actions, he sighed and remained still. Not accepting his little show of defeat, I hurried to dry the sink. All done, I folded the towel and hung it on the edge of the sink.

Before I had a chance to escape to my room, he started with another taunting question, "Are you jealous, Cathy?" while placing his hand on each side of my body, barricading me in a small space.

With his chest pressing against my back, I rested my palms on the wall above the sink for support.

"Good, now that I've gotten your full attention, tell me, Cathy, are you jealous?" His breath tickled my earlobe, sending a jolt of tickling sensation straight down to my core.

"No," I whispered. Not sure if he heard, I cleared my throat before responding with more confidence, "No! Now, get off of me, you jerk!"

Chuckling, Derek made a tsking sound with his tongue. "Always so stubborn."

Fingertips outlined a trail over my exposed skin, starting from my neck. At this light caress, my body gave an involuntary shiver.

"Always want to do things the hard way."

Small circles were made around my areolas, sending another jolt of desire where I didn't want it to be.

"Please," I breathlessly begged.

"Please what?" a husky voice traveled in my ear canal and my teeth sank in my bottom lip to prevent a moan from escaping.

Derek slightly pressed his palm against my stomach. It ran down to my thighs. "Please, you want more?" Nudging my feet apart, he palmed my thighs. They left light caresses as they went up. My dress traveled with it, exposing my bottom half. "Or would you want me to stop?"

Gosh, no! Don't stop. Please, don't stop.

My eyelids squeezed shut.

'Don't surrender,' my inner voice urged. I wanted to listen to it, but it was just too faint.

A ripping sound was what brought me out of the world of bliss. Only to discover that it was my unlucky underwear that was crucified. It trickled down my legs and fell to the floor. The cool air brushed against my newly exposed skin. I gasped, pressing against him for warmth. Hungry fingers roamed my already moist area, teasing and caressing, ensuring not to touch the sensitive bud.

"I still haven't gotten an answer, Cathy. Tell me...tell me, were you jealous?"

I shook my head. "Uh uh."

A growl rang through the room. He shoved me against the edge of the sink, spreading my legs further apart. Without warning, two fingers were pushed deep in my opening.

A groan was torn from my throat.

Yet, still determined to stay strong, I curled my toes and gritted my teeth as the pleasure built. While his fingers gave nothing but too much.

"Oh, my gosh!" I cried out when he curled his fingers in a 'come on' gesture.

He made another attempt, " Cathy were you jealous?"

Not trusting myself enough, I didn't respond. However, that seemed to annoy him even more.

Maybe as a punishment, he pulled his fingers out, causing a whimper. "No!" I begged yet again, not even caring how needy I sound.

Shuffling came and then something much bigger than fingers rested against my butt cheek. I'd be lying if I said I hadn't felt a little excited. The head of his shaft was rubbed along my sensitive moist area.

"D-didn't you...h-had e-e-enough at Ms. H-ho-hooks?" I stuttered. The words were out before I had the chance to hold them back.

"Enough?" he sneered.  His laughter was filled with disdain, "Enough?" His voice was much louder now. His weight pressed against me more fiercely.

My ribs burned from the constant pressure it was withstanding from leaning against the edge of the sink.

He gripped my hips and positioned himself at my entrance before explaining, "Lisa will and forever be just an appetizer because you are my main course."

He eased himself in my channel while my body hungrily swallowed every inch he gave.

"She's like a weekend vacation because no matter where I go, or how long I am with her or anyone else, I'll always come running back because..." Our pelvis kissed. "Because you're home." He pulled out then thrust back in.

Our moans echoed through the room. "My home," he repeated harsher than before. His voice was hoarse and coated with lust. "So, tell me, were you jealous?"

My brain was slow to register what he asked until he pulled out.

"Yes!" I blurted out, not caring any longer, but only wanting to feel release from the pressure that had already begun to build inside me. "Yes, I was jealous, damnit! I was so worried. You're usually home early. The...then you never called, only to know you were with...with her."

Derek rubbed my back in soothing motions. Then pressed lightly in the middle so it was arched, giving him access to the area he wanted.

Prying my fingers from the edge of the sink, he intertwined them with his before leaning us from the counter. "You see, that wasn't so hard now, was it?"

"Please, Derek," I begged shamelessly. I didn’t care about all the crap he was talking about. All I needed now was released.

"Shhhh." He planted a wet kiss on my shoulder blade. With one hard thrust, he was buried deep inside my cunt. Not stopping his pleasurable assault, he pulled almost all the way out until the head remained, then he thrust right back in.

Continuing his brutality, my body studied his movement and his thrusts until we started moving in a steady rhythm.
Crap filled with expletives cocooned us. He gripped my hair, yanking the scrunchy free. Silky hair cascaded over my face. Pushing it to the side, he grabbed a handful, yanking my head back to rest against him. His face was then buried in the pool of lavender nest of hair.

"Home.” His voice was muffled by the hair. Our bodies slammed against each other. Jolts of pleasure increased with each thrust.

So, so, good!

"Derek, I’m..."

At that moment of surrender, he seemed to be filled with more energy. He pushed my head towards the sink, thrusting deeper, fiercer, harder. One hand rested on my back while the other hand played with my sensitive bud. More pleasure built.

Gosh! I couldn't... I couldn't... I couldn't hold back…

"Yes, come for me. Come," he demanded.

A loud animalistic growl was ripped from my lips. I slapped the poor innocent wall when the bottle of pleasure broke at his command. He continued his assault throughout my orgasm, thrusting deeper when his own took over. Colorful stars appeared before my eyes as a warm liquid spilled inside me. Too weak to move, I used the counter and his body to hold me up.

The room went silent. The loud intake and exhalation of air-filled our ears.

Fucking asshole! He didn't use a condom.

We remained in the same position for what seemed like forever before he pulled out. The act causes a shiver to erupt through my body.

Lifting my limp body in his arms, I buried my face in his neck. "Come, let's get you cleaned up."