As Derreck continued to get what he wanted, he lifted Macy’s shirt up and over her head. He took a step back and with one hand, he unsnapped her bra.
“Off,” he whispered.
Macy complied, letting it fall to the floor. She looked over her right shoulder, feeling sexy, watching as Derreck’s eyes looked up and down her body. She casually turned her body to the right, keeping her scars hidden.
“Pants, off,” he said.
Macy listened and then stood wearing a pair of dark red panties. Derreck came forward again, his fingertips eager to walk along the line of Macy’s panties, sometimes flirting at the inside, enough to make Macy’s toes curl as she moaned.
He kissed the back of her neck and whispered, “Turn the water on. Get it real hot. I need you clean before I have you.”
Macy did as told, loving that she got the chance to bend over in front of Derreck. She turned on the shower, then the water. The spray of cold water allowed a fine mist to hit her burning body, making her shiver. It took a few minutes for the hot water to kick in and when it did Macy slipped her hands to her sides and slowly pushed her panties down. They were just above her knees when she stopped, looking back over her shoulder.
Derreck’s left hand remained at her waist while his right hand slid down to her ass, cupping it, squeezing it, then worked its way between her legs. When his fingers touched her wetness, Macy cried out, moving to her toes for a second. She came back down to her feet, allowing Derreck’s middle finger to penetrate her. He was there, right there, inside her warmth. He moved in small, gentle circles, teasing with a sense of wild pleasure that had Macy gripping at the shower curtain. As she tugged on it, she thought she was going to pull it off the rod.
Finally, Derreck let up and backed away, clearing his throat.
“Get in the shower, right now,” he said. His voice sounded deep and angry. “If you don’t, I’m not going to be able to resist myself. Hurry.”
The way he said
hurry
made Macy nibble on her lip. She slowly stepped into the hot shower, the water as hot as she could stand it. Steam already began to filter around the bathroom.
Macy stood with her backside to the shower, assuming her left side remain hidden. The water rushed over her shoulders and down her large breasts. Her nipples were thick and engorged, the water adding to the mild pleasure she felt in her breasts. She looked at Derreck, her hands at her sides, watching as he began to take his suit jacket off. Next came the tie and he tossed both out of the bathroom.
“What now?” Macy asked.
“Touch yourself,” Derreck said. “I want to watch you.”
Macy nodded and touched her thighs. She brought her hands up and then to her front. At her breasts, she held them, cupping them, lifting them and backing up so the water could hit them hard. The water flooded her hair, dripping and spraying everywhere.
“Turn around,” Derreck said. “Face the shower.”
Macy took a breath and ignored the command. She knew she would regret it, but it seemed to work at first. She reached for her soap and began to lather herself, letting the thick white suds cling to her body, covering her up.
The sight left Derreck groaning loud enough for Macy to hear. He stepped towards the shower, and the water started to hit him too.
He didn’t care.
“Face me,” he said. “Right now.”
Macy didn’t mind then, enough soap covered her body that her scars were hidden. And when she turned to face Derreck, the water pounded her right side.
She faced him, smiling, enjoying the way his eyes couldn’t contain themselves.
“Take my shirt off,” Derreck said, “pants too.”
Macy reached out with both hands and began to unbutton Derreck’s shirt. The way she positioned her arms, it forced her breasts together, teasing Derreck to the point where he couldn’t handle it anymore. Four buttons down, Derreck lost it. His hands were suddenly on Macy’s bare, wet breasts, sliding, trying to cup them. When that failed, he cupped from underneath and allowed his thumbs to flick against her hard nipples.
The pulses of pleasure were intense. Macy began to shake and struggled with the last two buttons on his shirt. She then slid the shirt down his shoulders and finally, she had to unbutton the sleeves. When she tried to push the shirt completely off Derreck, he resisted. He spun his wrists, forcing Macy’s grip off him.
His shirt remained just past his shoulders. The sight of Derreck’s muscular body was enough to force Macy to step back to catch herself. She leaned against the tile, feeling a cool wet chill, and shuddered. She moaned and felt a gush down between her legs. For a second she thought she was coming.
“Come on, take my pants off,” Derreck said.
Macy had to collect herself. She stepped forward and felt the water rushing around her. The soap came off her body as she unhooked Derreck’s pants. He then took his shoes off, along with his pants, and stood in a pair of black boxers, an obvious bulge staring back at Macy.
That’s when she saw the look on his face change.
His eyes weren’t looking at her face. Or her wet hair. Or her large breasts. Or the gentle folds between her legs. No, not at all. His eyes were on her stomach. And it had nothing to do with its size...
Macy looked down and saw the soap suds at her feet.
She was fully exposed.
Naked.
Wet.
Her scars visible to Derreck.
She didn’t have a chance to speak or move before Derreck reached and touched her. His middle finger - the same one that had been inside her sweetness - he ran it along her scars.
All of them.
One at time.
Without speaking a word.
The move left Macy breathing heavily, on the verge of tears.
After a minute, which felt like a lifetime to Macy, Derreck looked up at Macy again.
“Beautiful,” he whispered.
He reached behind Macy and pulled at her, his other hand was flat against her scars. She crashed against him, hitting most his body and some of his shirt. They were together, their heads together, their eyes locked.
Macy couldn’t control her breathing, not against Derreck’s body and not against the fact that his hand rested against her scars.
“I think you’re clean enough for now,” he whispered. “Come here, now.”
Macy stepped from the shower, following Derreck’s command through words and action. He turned and sat down on the toilet, pulling Macy towards him. She opened her legs, feeling the intense wetness between them.
Derreck took one hand off her body - not the one touching her scars - and he took his boxers off. The move was hot, watching him pull his boxers down, seeing the rest of his body becoming exposed. His thickness stood tall, waiting for Macy.
She looked down at Derreck and positioned herself over him.
“Oh, Macy, I want you,” he whispered. “So bad.”
Macy put her hands out and touched the wall. She lowered herself down until she felt the tip of Derreck touch her. She cried out and hesitated, knowing what it felt like. How he would open her. How he would pleasure her. How he would...
Derreck’s hands pulled at her thighs, forcing her down.
The sudden jolt of Derreck’s cock sent a shockwave of pleasure throughout Macy’s body. It was an instant orgasmic feeling, racing up and down her body. Her toes curled, her insides burned, her breasts ached, and as she bit on her lip, she tasted a little blood. Derreck held her tight against his hardness.
He throbbed as she pulsed, bringing Macy to an orgasm without so much as a single thrust.
As she came, her body shook, convulsing, wanting and needing to fuck Derreck. Her nails clawed against the walls, finding no release. The only release she felt came between her legs in the form of a hot and wet gush. She opened her mouth to cry his name but it came out as a moan followed by nothing.
Derreck groaned right back at Macy, trying to control his own body. The intense throbbing from Macy served its purpose, pulling at him, coaxing him, wanting him to reach orgasm as fast as Macy did.
But that was okay, Derreck could contain himself.
His hands opened and slid up Macy’s back. He then started to thrust up at her, digging deeper, deeper than any man had ever been in Macy before. She let her head fall back in an endless moan as her breath came back to her. Her breasts were heavy, eye level with Derreck. He moved his hands around to Macy’s chest and he held her breasts tight in his hands. That’s when his tongue began to taste her, sampling her erect nipples. He flicked at her, one at a time, letting his teeth graze along her sensitive skin. When he opened his mouth wide, engulfing her, moaning, Macy found her feet flat on the floor, starting to lift and lower herself.
The sex moved from gentle movements to a wild pace, led by Derreck’s sensational need for her body. The harder he thrust, the more Macy offered herself at him. Together, they worked into a motion that bounced off the walls of the small bathroom. With the shower running, the steam became an erotic fog, hanging lower, sticking to everything, making both of them sweat. As the speed increased, Derreck let his hands slide down her body, back to the scars. Once there, Macy gasped and her entire body tightened.
The move created a sensation for Derreck that left him gripping Macy’s backside, forcing her up at the perfect angle so he could climax. He thrust at her with a blinding speed for what felt like hours to Macy. She closed her eyes and lost herself in the hot sex. She inhaled the steam and smelled the sensual aroma of Derreck’s cologne and sweat as it battled against the smell of their sex.
Finally, Derreck groaned and pulled her back down. She crashed hard on Derreck as he started to climax. The sudden rush of his orgasm had Macy staring down at him, clawing at his hair and head. She held him, moaning with each pulse of his sex as he poured into her. Even after the orgasm subsided, she remained there, gently grinding on Derreck, making sure they were both done.
They were.
For now.
Macy slowly stood up, feeling a warm gush between her legs. She started to step towards the shower but Derreck stopped her.
“No, this part is done.”
“This part?” Macy asked.
“Yes. We’re going to your bed next. Right now.”
Macy barely had time to turn the water off before Derreck was holding her by her wrist, pulling at her.
The gorgeous billionaire wanted her in her bed, and she refused to complain.
They were naked
, Macy still wet - in more than one way - and Derreck lay next to Macy with one hand touching her hip and the other touching her face. On her left side, hiding her scars, Macy felt a little more comfortable then standing in the shower with her stomach facing him, showing herself.
“I want to know,” Derreck said. “I won’t let you hide it.”
“Hide what?” Macy whispered.
“You know what I’m talking about.”
Macy closed her eyes.
No, she thought. Just, no.
“I’m not asking you to tell me,” Derreck said. “I’m telling you to do it. We’re beyond hiding now.”
“You saw them,” Macy said. “You touched them. That’s more than most men could say.”
“I don’t care about most men,” Derreck said with gritted teeth. “I want to know.”
“They’re just scars,” Macy said, hoping to cover it all up.
It was the first time she ever thought about her scars as just scars. They were anything but. They were evil memories, still living, still reminding her everyday.
Derreck put his left hand to Macy’s shoulder and forced her to her back. As she moved, the sheets pulled down enough to expose her breasts. It was almost seductive, feeling Derreck’s command overcoming her body while she was naked.
“I need to know.”
“Why?” Macy asked.
“Because everyone has scars, Macy. I care about yours.”
Macy touched Derreck’s chest and his shirt. She gripped at the collar, wanting to tear the damn shirt off his body. It was the last remaining article of clothing between the two of them.
“Macy,” he said, “tell me.”
Macy closed her eyes, preparing to share the story. It had been a long time since she talked about it.
“What you call beautiful,” she said, “is what a lot of people call... fat. And fat is ugly. It was just how I grew up. Unhappy with myself, people unhappy with me. Then I’m unhappy because people are unhappy. People are still unhappy. I tried to act tough and cool, like I didn’t care. But I did.
It was my first year of college, right before I met Stacey. I bumped into a girl one day, by accident, but because of my size, it was my fault because I took up too much room. There’s a difference between your high school and someone else’s college. In high school I knew who I could talk to and who I could talk back to. In college, I didn’t know what I was doing. That same girl started to make it a point to find me and bother me. She had it out for me, like nothing I’d ever seen before. When I finally reached my breaking point, I stood up to her, thinking it was the right thing to do.