Wicked Ties Chapter 4_(1)

WARNING: Longest chapter I’ve ever written. Hope you guys enjoy it.

He couldn’t wait any longer. As she was walking through the crowded dance floor, he pulled her into a dark corner. She collided against his chest, creating delicious friction between their bodies.

“Derek, what the hell are you…” Laura sighed, sounding weary.

He cut her off by kissing her fiercely, pushing her further away from prying eyes. After a moment’s hesitation, Laura sank into him and kissed him back, before starting to punch his chest with her fists once more.

“Derek, I’m serious, cut it out!” She hissed.

He trailed a hand down her side, caressing the texture of her modest black cami. He brought his finger to her collar bone, causing her to shiver as he lightly traced her bare skin.

“I love your clothes, you know. They’re always so conservative, and I can just…unwrap you.” He purred against her ear, pressing her back against the wall.

“Derek…don’t. This’ll only make things more complicated.” Laura whispered, looking at him desperately.

He shook his head. “I’m not sure if you noticed, but they’ve been complicated since the day I met you.”

He saw Laura look at his lips, before wetting her own lips with her perfectly pink tongue. She looked back up at him, nodding shakily,
“That’s true…”

“Glad we finally agree on something, Princess.”

Laura cursed heatedly, before grabbing him by the neck and pulling him in for another kiss. He grinned against her lips.

“Is there…a…room…we can…”

Derek grabbed her hand and led her to a door at the back of the room. It was times like these when he was more than happy to perform at clubs with ample storage space.

Once they were safely inside the smaller room, he placed her on a small table, before getting to work on her pants. One by one, he popped the buttons off, until he managed to pull her pants down her slender thighs completely.
Laura pulled his t-shirt over his head, and caressed the firm planes of his lower back. He responded by ruining his hands up to her hips, swiftly tugging down her black panties. Laura shuddered, before doing the same thing to his pants, and grasping his hard, aching cock.

Derek groaned as she moved her hand up and down his length. He slowly walked between her legs and ran his cock down her wet slit, making sure to hit her clit as he went. Laura moaned, before placing a hand on his to stop him.

“What are we doing?” She asked.

“What we want.” He stated seriously. “I want you. Can you honestly tell me that you don’t want me?”

Laura shook her head and looked at him, guilt etched across her face. “I can’t.”

Derek smiled at her gently. “It’s okay. Just let yourself feel good.”

With that, he thrust into her, enjoying the way her scream was swallowed by the pounding music. Laura wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him closer to her. He started driving into her harder and faster.

She moaned, bringing her hips up to meet his punishing movements. He took in a deep breath, reveling in the feeling of being inside her. She couldn’t have fit him more perfectly.

“Derek…” She moaned into his ear, as he pounded into her hard.

Lost in the moment, he tore off her shirt and played with her breasts, nipping the skin with his teeth. He grinned, realizing he was marking her. Laura responded by clawing at his back, as their bodies collided together, over and over in sweet agony.

Slowly, he could feel her muscles start to clench around his cock, and he knew she was close.

“Tell me you want me.” He said, grasping her hair.

She smirked. “I want you……Devon.”

He groaned. He’d tasted his own medicine, and boy was it bitter. “Say my name, or I’m not gonna let you cum like a good girl.”

He proved his point by stopping inside of her. Laura tried to move her hips against his, whining at the lack of friction.

“Okay, okay. God, I want you, Derek. I want you so damn much.” She moaned.

Derek smirked. “See? Was that so hard?”

“Derek, I swear to God, if you don’t…” Laura paused for a moan, as he drove himself home inside her. “Never mind then.”

It wasn’t long before he had her grasping for breath once more. Her inner muscles started to contract around him, squeezing him deliciously. He growled as she came around him violently, milking his release out of him as well.

“Derek!” She screamed hard.


“DEREK!!!!” He woke up to his brother pounding on his door. “Get up, you moron, you’ve been sleeping for 12 hours!”

He looked up from his bed with sleepy eyes and groaned. “Fuck off, Danny, I’m sleeping.”

“You better be ready to talk in 30 minutes, or I’ll bust down this door and…”

“Oh piss of, Daniel Vega, you couldn’t even hurt a fly.” Derek rolled his eyes and his brother’s empty threats.

He heard Daniel swear on the other side of the door, before stalking off. Derek let his head drop back against his pillow. He couldn’t focus on Daniel, not when he’d just experienced what was possibly the most vividly erotic sex dream of his life. Centered on the one person he wasn’t supposed to fantasize about.

Not fantasize, it was clearly a nightmare, he thought. It had to have been. If it was a fantasy, she would’ve been a little less violent, and possibly equipped with slightly larger breasts. He felt like punching something.

It wasn’t enough that the bitch tormented him every time they crossed paths in the bus, now she was haunting him in his sleep! Two weeks into the tour, he was regretting bringing her along. God, what had he been thinking? Of course Derek knew the answer to his question.

‘I’m not sure if you noticed, but things have been complicated ever since the day I met you.’ The words he’d uttered in his dream kept coming back to him. It was true. He’d been watching her, that night at The Black Death. She’d looked so lost and out of place, it had
amused him greatly.

Then she’d looked him straight him into his eyes, appearing to see straight through his soul. Without even knowing what he was doing, he’d dedicated that stupid song to her, just to mess with her. She’d surprised him afterwards. Instead of cowering down from him, she’d stood up to him in front of all his friends. That took some serious guts, something he could respect.

The sex, of course, was amazing. Not the best he’d ever had by any means, but there was something about her innocence that was incredibly alluring. She was corruptible, he could bring her out of her stuck-up shell. The rush he got whenever she gave into him…
Except she didn’t, not anymore. Ever since she’d kicked him out of her room at the beginning of their tour, she’d given him nothing but smart ass remarks and glares. One night, she’d even recited some choice quotes she’d written about him, giving his whole crew a great big laugh. It was annoying, being humiliated at a daily basis. Did he have it coming? Probably.

He didn’t even know why he was being such as asshole to her. He wasn’t normally as bad, there was just something so satisfying about making her blush, or seeing that fire get lit in her normally docile eyes. She was something new, something so very different to him. It was as if she wasn’t scared of him, but of the way he affected her on a primal level.

And now he couldn’t stop thinking about her. He didn’t like her, he just found her to by annoying. They had great chemistry together, and she knew it, now she was psyching herself out again. What was wrong with mixing business with just a little bit of pleasure? They were never going to become serious, was it so hard to let her hair down for once?

Derek rolled his eyes. He’d fallen asleep on her after having sex with her, blackmailed her right after fucking her at her workplace, and waved his groupies in front of her face. Why was he even wondering why she wasn’t falling all over herself for him? What a fucking champ he was. Well, some of it was circumstantial, he argued.

He hadn’t slept with Caroline for the past few weeks. He just hadn’t felt like it. The only reason Caroline was even of their bus was because of Daniel’s adorably sickening puppy love for her.