Chapter Eleven
Tate
Damon and I haven”t left the bed since he carried me back up here. But now my bladder is begging me to get out of bed once again. A hot cup of coffee would be nice too.
Trying to roll out of bed, I’m stopped by two big arms wrapping themselves around my waist. A warm breath hits my neck before the light kisses start to spread.
“Damon. I have to pee,” I say, letting out a small laugh.
“No,” he responds before turning me so my face is level with his tattoo-covered chest. He looks down at me with so much adoration that I have no idea how to feel about it. Yesterday was a random day. A day I thought would go like every other one. There was never a time I genuinely thought I’d be thankful Maddie dragged my ass out to a party. Yesterday, I was still wondering what it would be like to have Damon’s attention. Now that I have it, it’s something I never want to let go of. We only spent last night together, but I’ve already learned a lot about the person he is when he’s not at school or around people.
I snuggle closer to his chest, never wanting to lose this feeling of happiness that hasn’t left my chest since the moment he grabbed my hand and told me to come upstairs.
“Alright, I need to pee and then shower. Oh, and coffee,” I mumble into his chest. “Preferably in that order.” He shakes his head before he leans down and places a heartfelt kiss on my lips, then sighs.
“Let’s get going then. The sooner we get you clean, the sooner I can make you dirty again,” he says as I’m scooting off the bed and heading in the direction of the bathroom, with him just a few steps behind me.
“What are you doing?” I ask. Slightly confused.
“Showering.” He starts to walk past me and straight to the shower before turning it on and testing the water temperature. He pulls off his boxers, and his hard length bobs free. I know I’m staring, and I should look away.
Should I, though?
Nope.
It’s inescapable. If I don’t have him right now, my body will combust.
I pull off the shirt Damon let me sleep in and drop it to the floor. I don”t need to take anything else off since my panties and bra were ruined last night. I don’t waste any time as I drop to my knees in front of him. The feeling of need I have when it comes to this man is probably unhealthy, but I don’t care.
He looks surprised for a moment once he realizes what I’m doing but doesn’t protest.
Slowly taking his cock into my hand, I lick my way up from the base of his length to the tip. As I wrap my mouth around it, his precum hits my taste buds, causing me to moan. Damon hisses through his teeth as I start to inch his shaft down my throat, causing myself to gag.
“Fuck, Tate. You look so goddamn hot gagging on my cock.” His head falls back against the shower door as my mouth works him. His moans and pants are coming in faster, telling me he’s close to his release. But before I can get him there, he’s pulling me up by the hair and guiding me into the shower.
A gasp pulls from my lips as the steaming hot water runs down my body. My hair still wrapped around his fist in a firm grip.
Not even recognizing my own voice, my words come out in a plea, “Please. Damon, I need you.”
“No whining, Tate. You’ll get what I give you.” He presses my face against the shower wall. “I’m going to fill that pretty little pussy of yours full of my cum, Angel.” He leans over me and presses his lips against my ear. “And even then, I might not stop. Even when you’re begging me,” he continues.
My heart is rattling against my rib cage, and everything tingles and burns with desire.
“I’ve become addicted to you, Tate.”
“Please, Damon. Fuck me,” I moan as the tip of him teases my opening.
“Didn’t I say no whining?” He runs the head of his cock over my pussy again and again until I”m a shaking mess. “Be a good girl, Angel. Good girls get to come.” I nod before he shoves himself into me. Hard. It doesn”t take long before I’m going over the edge.
“I’m going to come.”
“Yes, good girl, Angel. Come for me.” He reaches around me, pinching my nipple and biting my neck. My moan comes out as a scream as I fall over the edge into my orgasm, shouting his name as I feel pulsing inside of me. Damon turns me around, taking my mouth into a gentle kiss.
I’ve never felt this happy.
As we break apart, a soft but vulnerable look crosses his face. One I’ve never seen before. Making this all so real. “Tate, I...,” he starts, but his mouth opens and closes again. His eyes search mine as his fingers run along my damp cheek.
“I didn’t expect this,” he whispers. My eyebrows bunch together in confusion.
“What do you mean?” I ask, suddenly worried I read the whole situation wrong. As I attempt to take a step back, we almost slip on the wet floor under us. But Damon grabs me before I can actually make contact with the ground.
“I mean… That this thing between us.” He motions his hand from him to me. “I’ve never done this before. I’ve never wanted to have someone for myself more than I do you. The thought of any other man touching you makes me want to keep you locked in my room.”
He smiles, but it slips from his face.
“Damon, I thought this was going to be a one-night thing.” I look down at my feet. “This would never work. You and me?” I let out a humorless chuckle. “A guy like you doesn’t end up with a girl like me.” I feel my eyes fill with tears, but I refuse to let them fall. How’s it possible I’ve become so obsessed with this man so fast?
When I look up, a giant smile is on his face. “Oh, Angel. It’s you who is way too good for a man like me. Even if you tried to leave right now, I wouldn’t let you. You are mine, Tate, and no other man even gets to touch or look at you.” Picking me up, he twirls us around so we’re both standing under the water once again.
Laughing, I swat at his arm. “Don’t go all caveman on me.”
“Might as well get used to it now, Angel.” He helps me wash again, even though we showered last night, as he shows me how serious he is.