I Can't Make a Sound — But God, It Feels Good (Harper's POV)

He trailed upward along my neck until his lips finally found mine.

Derek kissed nothing like Vaughn.

His kiss was soft — his tongue tracing the shape of my lips with deliberate patience before slowly pressing deeper. He caught the tip of my tongue and curled around it, sucking gently, as though savoring something rare and precious.

The kiss left me burning from the inside out. My mind went blank. I didn't even notice when I'd let go of the sheets, or when my hands had found their way to his shoulders.

His lips left my mouth and traveled back down my neck, pausing at my collarbone to suck — just firm enough to leave a faint mark. Derek's hot breath fanned across my skin as his hand settled over my chest, kneading in slow, deliberate circles. Each press made my back arch involuntarily, pushing into his palm before I could stop myself.

I shut my eyes. My breathing came fast and scalding. My whole body wouldn't stop trembling.

I can't let this go any further.

I bit down on my lip — the sharp sting pulled me back. I twisted my body, trying to slip out from under him.

Then Derek's leg moved between mine and forced them apart.

I went completely still.

What do I do.

Before I could think of anything, Derek lowered his head and closed his mouth over my nipple.

"Ah—!"

The sound escaped before I could stop it. My legs dragged restlessly against the sheets.

This is — this is too much —

He worked at my chest like a man savoring a meal, starting with slow suction and gradually building into teasing pulls. I gripped the sheets with both fists and kept twisting, unable to hold still.

"Mmh... I... I can't take it..."

While his mouth stayed busy at my chest, his other hand slid between my thighs, pulled my underwear aside, and pressed his fingers along the seam — then slowly pushed inside.

"No — ah—"

The protest died in my throat, replaced by a moan.

He — he actually went in.

So full. So unbearable.

I stared at the ceiling, mouth open, gasping in shallow bursts. A moment later, I felt it clearly — Derek worked a second finger inside me.

"Too full... stop... you can't..."

I murmured it without thinking. I should have been fighting him off — but my body had stopped listening to me. I kept moving against his hand, chasing the sensation I told myself I didn't want.

Derek spread my legs wide.

His cock — hot and hard — pressed against my entrance.

The moment I felt it there, I stopped struggling entirely. Both hands pressed flat against his chest.

What do I do. If I wake him up, he'll find out I've been cross-dressing. If I don't —

I was still turning it over in my mind when Derek lost patience. The thick head of his cock pushed past my entrance and breached me — just an inch, but enough.

"Ah—"

The sound came out before I could catch it. I clapped a hand over my mouth a half second too late, and my legs kicked against the mattress on instinct.

"Mmh—"

My eyes flew open. I couldn't breathe right. The small movement had driven him deeper inside me, and I froze — every muscle locked, afraid to so much as shift.

He was inside me.

So big. So full.

"So tight."

Derek's voice came low and rough.

The sound of it made my pupils contract.

It sounded too much like that man.

I didn't have time to follow the thought. Derek pushed deeper.

"No — don't—"

I panted through it, both hands gripping his arm, trying to slow him down. It didn't work. Derek kept moving, unhurried and relentless, sinking further into me with every slow thrust.

"Ah — so full—"

I couldn't hold back anymore. My hips rolled without permission — and in doing so, I took the rest of him in completely.

"Ah—"

The moment Derek bottomed out inside me, a wave of intense, electric pleasure detonated through my entire body. My legs locked against the sheets and I convulsed in long, rolling shudders.

He didn't give me a second to adjust. He began to move — slow, dragging strokes that built friction into something I had no defense against. The pleasure surged through me like a current I couldn't swim against.

"Derek... no... you can't... ah... stop—"

I dug my fingers into his arm and tried to hold on. Tried not to make noise. Vaughn was right next door.

But it felt so good.

Then Derek sped up.

"Ah — D — Derek—"

I couldn't stop the cry. My upper body arched off the mattress.

Fast. Deep. Every thrust drove the breath out of me. The pleasure kept detonating in waves, and he kept going harder, deeper, faster — relentless.

"Derek — too fast — too fast—"

I twisted my hips, trying to get away. His hands locked around my waist and held me exactly where he wanted me. I had nowhere to go.

"Relax. You keep squeezing like that and you'll hurt us both."

Before the words finished landing, he hooked both my legs up and folded them against my chest. Then he drove into me — hard and deep — and my whole body went rigid.

"No — no — stop—"

My broken protests didn't slow him down. If anything, his rhythm grew more brutal. It felt like he was trying to reach somewhere impossibly deep inside me, and the fear mixed with the pleasure until I couldn't separate them.

I was completely at his mercy.

I have to do something.

I forced my mind to surface. I met Derek's dark, unreadable eyes — and then I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulled myself up, and kissed him.

Derek's hips stuttered. For just a moment, he slowed.

Then he kissed me back harder than before.

"Ah — mmh—"

Whatever I'd meant to say dissolved. He pressed one hand against the back of my head and thrust his tongue into my mouth, winding around mine. A thin thread of saliva slipped from the corner of our lips.

I lost track of time. When I finally felt like I was about to black out, Derek released my mouth.

He dropped his head and bit down on one nipple while his free hand kneaded my other breast. The dual sensation hit me from both directions at once, and whatever was left of my coherent mind simply went dark.

After that, I stopped fighting. I stopped thinking. My body moved with him, and I kept murmuring no even as I arched into every thrust.

I don't know how long it lasted.

His movements became erratic. His breathing turned ragged.

"No—"

Then something scalding poured into me.

An orgasm crashed through my body unlike anything I'd ever felt — sudden and total. Every muscle snapped taut. I shook from head to foot as though I'd been struck by lightning.

Derek collapsed on top of me and went still.

I lay underneath him, chest heaving, the pleasure and the trembling slow to fade. When it finally ebbed, my mind came back online.

Just now —

I had actually done it with Derek. And I had come underneath him.

I looked at Derek, sprawled across me, and gave his arm a gentle pat. "Derek," I called softly. "Derek."

No response. He was out cold.