Chapter 34 #2
“I need a shower.” His blue eyes are soft for me and only me. So different from last Friday. My heart soars.
He carries me up the stairs and into our bedroom. Once we’re in the bathroom, he sets me down on the counter. When I reach for my tie, he grabs my hands.
“Not yet.”
I search his eyes, but nod. Are we going to talk first? Something dark lingers in my stomach, waiting for the gut punch, but I don’t think it’s going to happen. Not really. I just don’t trust that everything will go my way.
He steps away and turns the shower on. When he returns, he grabs my hips and pulls me to the edge of the counter before resting his forehead against mine. His eyes close, and I reach out to wrap my hands in his t-shirt.
“Damon, I—”
“Shh, I just want to hold you.” He slides his hands beneath my skirt. “I missed you so fucking much, Evan. With the way we left things, I felt so distant from you.”
I touch his jaw. “I’m always yours.”
He releases his breath against my lips and some of the weight falls off him. He leans in and takes my mouth, tentatively, softly, exploring me. My lips part beneath his and I let him in, because I’ll always let Damon in.
It’s as easy as breathing. He pulls away and toys with my tie.
“Good because I’m not letting you go.” He slips the tie off me and kisses my neck while he works on the buttons of my blouse.
When I tug at his t-shirt, he stops to take it off with one hand and then he’s back at my neck, working on leaving his mark because the last one he left faded. I explore his chest, reacquainting myself with the dips and swells of his muscles.
He undresses me slowly, kissing every inch of bared skin. My collarbones, the tops of my breasts, my stomach. After he tugs my skirt and panties off, he lowers himself to his knees between my legs, pushing my knees out wide. I flatten my hands on the counter behind me to stabilize myself.
My breathing is fast and unsteady. He lifts his darkened gaze to mine before his mouth closes over me. I cry out at the first touch of his tongue against my clit. When I try to close my legs around his head, he holds them firmly open as he rediscovers me.
When he slips his fingers inside me and fucks me, I arch back, caught up in the feeling. He pushes me closer to the edge with every stroke until my release takes me. My toes curl as he keeps fucking me and sucking on my clit. It’s too much.
“Damon, I can’t—” I cut off on a cry as I tip into another release. He kisses my inner thigh, making me tremble. Boneless, I watch him with hooded eyes as he rises and strips off his pants.
He presses his cock against my entrance and grabs my hair to tip back my head. “Look at me, Evan.”
Our eyes lock, and he thrusts into me. A wave takes me under at the feel of him stretching me open.
“Fuck, little devil.” He lifts me against him. His warm skin collides with mine as I wrap myself around him. “I’ve missed the feel of your cunt taking all of me.”
Water falls on us as he steps into the shower and pins me against the tile wall. He holds my hips against it as he fucks me hard. I clench my fingers in his hair. I can’t breathe, can’t think. All I can do is feel what he does to me.
Every thrust lifts me higher and pushes me closer to the edge. He brings his mouth down to my neck and sucks on my pulse until I shatter all around him, drowning in the feel of him, milking his cock for every ounce of cum he can give me.
Crying out, I tumble through ecstasy with every thrust. He groans his release as he fucks into me a few more times. My pussy throbs around him as his cock pulses his release deep inside me.
I open my eyes and he’s watching me, waiting for me to open them. I feather my fingers through his hair. “I’ve missed you. I’m still mad at you.”
“I know,” he says softly, and leans into my hand, closing his eyes. This moment is worth fighting for.
He kisses me, and I groan into his mouth as need rushes through me again. He pulls out and moves us under the shower. I let my legs drop and he lowers me to stand on my own. I don’t want to break this feeling by talking about what happened or how our parents know or the social media fiasco.
The only thing I want to do is bask in having him here with me.
He seems to be on the same page as we wash each other, like we’ve done for weeks.
I’m gentle on his hip where he’s bruised from hockey.
I mentally catalogue every bruise. Once he’s rinsed off, I don’t resist leaning in to kiss his chest. To explore the ridges and dips of his muscles with my mouth as I grab hold of his hard cock.
He pushes my hair back and runs his hands over my body until I drop to my knees and take him into my mouth with a moan. There’s this part of me that’s desperate to have all of him. To make him remember how good we are together before we get to the tough part.
He threads his fingers into my hair and fucks my mouth gently as I look up at his hooded eyes.
“Touch yourself, little devil. Sink your fingers into that needy little pussy of yours.”
I groan around him as I do what he says, pressing my fingers into my slick heat.
“Fuck, I thought about you every night. This body, this mouth, your eyes. Everything about you. You’re part of me.
I’m never letting you go.” He watches me before he takes over, thrusting a little faster, a little deeper.
I match his pace and fuck myself in time with him until his cum floods my mouth and my pussy clutches around my fingers. My release shudders through me.
“That’s it. Take it all.” His words, his cock inside my mouth, his hand in my hair. A pulse of rightness flows through me.
I swallow as he lifts me to my feet. He takes my fingers and sucks them into his mouth, tasting me, tasting him, tasting us.
My lips part as I watch. He turns off the shower and wraps me in a towel before running one quickly over his body. Then he’s lifting me, carrying me into the bedroom, our bedroom. He drops me on the bed and follows me down.
He thrusts into me like he can’t bear to be away and hovers over me, our eyes locked while he fucks into me slower. He runs his hand over my body as he holds himself up with the other. I can’t look away from his eyes. Fuck, I love when he sees me.
When I reach up to touch his jaw, he leans into the touch briefly before turning my palm over.
He scans my hand, noticing the healing of the little scars before he kisses each one.
Then he takes my hands and pulls them over my head, stretching me beneath him, holding my wrists captive as he fucks me harder.
“Mine,” he growls and everything inside me melts. Accepting his ownership. Knowing no matter what, he’s mine and I’m his.