Finding Emotion (The Last Shot Tavern Series)

Chapter 11

Damon didn’t know what to do with his hands when Skylar climbed on top of him. She’d acted like being touched would freak her out. Actually, she’d been freaked out already. So why in the world was her tongue in his mouth?

He tried to gentle the kiss. His lips tested the softness of hers as he licked along the bottom one. Her own tongue retreated as she lifted to stare down at him.

“Can you just give up control to me, sweet face?” She shifted her hips against him down below. “I promise you’ll like it.”

“You could be hurt from the fall,” he protested, his eyes moving to her shirt hem where the pulled safety clip still hung.

Her fingers ripped off the cord and flung it at the treadmill. “That part was fine. Stop making me say it.” Her hands returned to his tank top, twisting in the material as she glared down at him.

“What’s this really about?” Damon asked. He wanted to reach up and soothe the wrinkles on her brow, but resisted.

“Control, okay!” Skylar jerked on his shirt. “I had this stupid moment, and if you’d shut up and let this happen, that’d be just perfect.”

He struggled to lift his torso up enough to meet her eyes, which were still acting shifty as hell as they looked everywhere but at him. “A stupid moment? Because you fell off a treadmill?” He shook his head. “Would it help if I told you I’ve done that before?” There was an extra hefty dose of fallen pride when you fumbled as a rock star.

“Shit, you’re annoying.” Her body wriggled on top of him again, as if she couldn’t help it, but she frowned. “Maybe that other guy will do it. Jimmy was his name?” Her eyes snapped as they met Damon’s. “Yeah, I bet Jimmy would lie still and get stiff enough for me to ride him.”

Her slight sneer killed any interest his body had found despite his mind not being on board. He’d had more than enough sneer from Karyn, the only girlfriend he’d had as a rock star. “Jimmy probably would.” Damon tilted his hips so she’d slide off and shifted out from under her. “But I still don’t see how fucking someone is going to help you.”

Her hands covered her face as she shifted back against the wall. “No, you don’t.”

The slight tremble of them helped his own remembered anger recede. Skylar wasn’t Karyn. “Are you sure you’re not physically hurt? I can help you upstairs.”

“For God’s sake!” she shouted, her hands shifted to sink harder into her temples. “If you’re not going to fuck me, fuck off!” The breathy pant was back, as if she was gasping for air. The gasps increased in tempo. “No…” she moaned. There was anger in the word, but fear as well. She curled in on herself and faced the wall. Her fingers shook with how hard they pressed into her head, and the nails left crescent shapes behind.

“Is it a headache again?” Damon asked. He could no longer prevent his own fingers from touching her. Gentle strokes that were like a muscle memory, just over where hers pressed.

Skylar shuddered under the massage and her nails dug in deeper, before loosening altogether. “Why?” she whimpered.

“Why what?” Damon kept his tone soothing.

Her breathing hadn’t eased at all despite some of her tension receding. “Not again.” She tried to swallow. “Not that.”

“What’s ‘that’?” he asked, still confused.

He realized her eyes hadn’t closed like he’d thought. They were spread wide instead, staring into the wall as if she was afraid to close them. Afraid or panicked. Suddenly he understood. She was having some type of panic attack. His chest squeezed as he took in the slight tremors that ran the length of her body.

“Try deep breaths,” he urged, pulling one into his own lungs to demonstrate.

Skylar’s head shook before she pushed her forehead harder against the wall. “Doesn’t… work.”

Her pulse was fluttering in her neck, and her breathing had hitched again.

Damon grabbed her shoulders, pulling her on top of him as he flopped over onto his back. “But this will?” He tried to turn her to face him, but she was too stiff. His hands dropped to his sides. “Come on, Skylar, take control.”

She shifted until she straddled him. Her hands fisted in his tank top again. Her breathing hadn’t slowed yet, and her lips pressed together in order to control their tremble as she stared down at him.

“A pity fuck?” she asked. Her eyes looked like a storm, shadowed with only a flash here and there of color.

“You tell me,” he said, relaxing into the thin carpet. “You’re in charge.”

Skylar lowered, her mouth settling over his. There was salt in the meeting of their lips, which surprised him. He hadn’t noticed any tears. Then she nipped his bottom lip, and he opened to her tongue. He let himself sink into the sensation. Her mouth shifted, bit, and sucked with no rhythm, wild as she tried them all. He tried to keep up, repeating some of her gestures but not initiating any of his own.

She leveraged her body on top of him, sliding and rocking. He opened his eyes to watch her, getting a little dizzy at how sexily her lithe body moved over him.

Her face lifted, and she smoothed the wrinkles in his shirt, her thumbs brushing over his nipples through the material. “You sure?” she asked. She bit her lip as she cuddled his growing erection between her legs, continuing to rock. Her panting breaths had smoothed into something deeper, and as her head fell back with the next rise and fall of her body against his, he saw the much more steadily beating pulse along her throat. Her soft moan hardened his partial erection into something more. “Your cock feels sure.”

“Convince me.” He was the one that sounded breathless. Surprise filled him at how fast she’d turned him on again. Her fingers found their way under his tank top, shoving it to bunch under his armpits as her hands mapped out his chest and pinched his tightening nipples.

She lowered, the kiss hotter this time, all tongue and teeth and take. Her hips lifted, and her hands shoved his gym shorts and underwear down enough to free his cock. She wrapped him in her grip as she stroked up from the base and then back down. “Don’t come.” Her words next to his ear made him realize she’d stopped kissing him. She squeezed tighter with the next stroke, and his body flushed when her thumb brushed over his tip before she slowly worked her way back down. His awareness centered on his erection and how close she’d brought him already.

“You don’t come unless I say,” she said.

Her other hand massaged his balls, something no girl had ever done to him. There was a vulnerability to having them in her grip, but it felt too good to ask her to stop.

Sensation exploded as her hand stroking his dick sped up, and he sucked in a breath as his erection became almost painful in its stiffness. He bit his cheek as he breathed through the arousal, trying his best to obey and not cream himself.

“Are you still saying no to sex?” she whispered in his ear before biting him on the lobe. Her squeeze became a tad too tight when the sudden urge to thrust into her hand overcame him. “No, lie still.”

His hips quivered as they settled. She slid down his body, her mouth hovering over the tip of his dick. She blew on it, and his balls tightened. “I don’t want to fuck you unless you want it.”

Damon watched her lower enough to lick a drop of pre-cum off, her tongue sliding over his slit. His fingers dug into the carpet at the provocation, but he fought back against the crazy arousal that had taken him over. “No condom,” he panted, wishing he’d thought to bring one, but he’d been going for a run, dammit, and Christ, he wanted her to keep going.

Her hand dipped into the pocket of her tiny shorts, foil crinkling as she held the condom up. “Beg me for it.”

Damon wasn’t opposed. His mouth was just too goddamn dry to force the words out.

At the delay, she trailed her nail from his base towards his tip. It was nowhere near enough to satisfy him and only intensified the ache.

He was a little shocked at how much he wanted to be inside her, nearly choking as he swallowed to generate enough saliva to get his throat to work. “Please.” His voice was hoarse, but he’d managed to find the word. “Take what you want, Skylar.”

And that was the crux of it. He could easily come, but he tried to breathe through his arousal again as he searched her eyes. Someone had hurt her. If she stood and walked out, he wouldn’t blame her for it. Hell, he’d probably jack off into the carpet. His erection was too hard to ignore, but he didn’t want to make anything worse for her.

Doubts swirled when she rose to shove down her own shorts and panties, kicking them away from her even as she ripped the condom open. The doubts made it easier to slow his breathing. He had no fucking clue whether his sudden instinct to let her have her way with him was the right thing to do.

Skylar’s chest was flushed above the tight top she didn’t bother removing, and her skin looked healthier than that pasty white that had taken over before. Her eyes narrowed on his cock as she bent to him again. It was much better than the wide-eyed and panicked look. Then she sucked the tip of him into her mouth, her tongue swirling, and he lost his train of thought.

She lifted her head from him with a soft hum, her tongue wetting her lips afterward and making him remember what it had felt like to thrust deep into her mouth. “No coming until I say,” she reminded him as she rolled the condom down the length of him, her fingers stroking and squeezing.

Damon reached for his good intentions, hoping like hell he would be able to hold out.

Skylar’s clever hands angled his cock as she straddled him. There was no longer time to second-guess. She sank down on his erection until he was buried deep inside her.

She fit him like a fucking glove. Damon panted as the heat of her overwhelmed him, his head falling back against the ground as he strained against his urge to grab her hips and pull her down even tighter. His fingers dug into the carpet as she rocked back and forth instead of lifting, as if checking the fit.

Her knees tightened where they pressed into his sides, and then her body rose, up and up until he almost slipped out of her. She lowered much more quickly, taking him deep again. They groaned together.

“Fuck, that’s good,” Skylar said, already lifting again. Her pace quickened. Little breathy moans like he’d heard on the plane escaped her as she worked herself over his cock. She suddenly squeezed him tight as an orgasm took her, shudder-inducing squeezes that made his balls tighten.

He bit down on his cheek as he fought his own orgasm back.

She continued to work herself over him through the pulsing, each movement more perfect than the last. Her body didn’t slow. The orgasm had made her hotter, wetter. She began to move faster, to not lift as high before she forced him deep again. Those little moans continued to escape her lips with every downward thrust, but he doubted she heard it. Her eyes had lost focus, staring at the wall in a daze instead of squeezing shut. She shoved herself down, taking him even deeper than before. Her back arched; then she froze as the next orgasm took her.

“Oh fuck!” she cried out.

Her pulsing squeezes were milking his cock, and a ringing filled his ears as his body shook under hers. “C-can I?” he stuttered out as his whole body tightened.

“Not yet!” she cried.

He wasn’t sure he could listen this time. His own eyes went blind. Every thought centered on his cock and the sensation rocketing through it with her every tightening. His body still shook with the need to let go as her thighs loosened at the end of the pulses.

Her hands moved behind her, bracing on his upper legs as she adjusted the angle, clenching on him in the process.

Damon fought back against his intense need. The way she gripped him felt too fucking good, but she wasn’t done with him. The muscles of her thighs stretched from the new position, and she stared up at the ceiling as she shifted back along his legs before forcing her hips forward again in a hard thrust.

She cried out with each thrust as the head of his cock worked over her G-spot every time. His cries joined hers as every stroke wound him tighter and tighter.

“Please!” he begged, groaning when her arms shook and her pace lagged.

“Close,” she moaned with another thrust forward. “I’m close. Fucking finish it.”

Damon growled as he grabbed her hips. He thrusted hard over her G-spot as he pulled her tight once, twice. Her scream rang in his ears as the next orgasm took her, and his hands shifted to support her back as he came in hot, uncontrollable bursts that took the last of his mind.

When he could breathe again, his grip tightened on the magical woman he still supported in his arms. He pulled her forward to rest on top of his chest since her body had given out with the third orgasm.

Her tension didn’t return from his handling of her.

“That was… different,” she murmured into his neck.

“Good?” he asked. She’d definitely rocked his world.

A grunt was his answer. “Don’t let me sleep.”

Her request was impossible to meet. Her body slumped limply over his as her breathing evened out. Whatever had gripped her before seemed truly gone.

Damon rolled her to her side as he studied her slumbering face. Without those hard eyes, and the tension in her body that she normally carried, she appeared almost vulnerable. His chest tightened at the thought. He wondered what would make someone like Skylar afraid.

He discarded the condom in a nearby trash can and dressed them both, eyeing what appeared to be a camera in the corner. Fuck, he was an idiot. They’d been in the hotel gym, after all.

Skylar’s breathing was deep and steady. He propped open the exit before lifting her in his arms. Their picture was most likely going to spread everywhere again. When she pressed her face into his shirt with a little snuffle, he decided he didn’t care and strode for the elevator.