Chapter Ten
Mackenzie
“ I didn’t expect to lose both of you that day,” I mumble, clinging to Damon.
Damon sighs. “I didn’t want to lose you either, Mac, but Mr. Hilton flat out told me he was going to make me and Mom pay for my dad’s sins. I didn’t think he’d hurt you if I left you alone. He didn’t, did he?”
“No. Besides me begging him to tell me where Parker was and him finally telling me, we didn’t talk. He sold the house and moved away a few months later. Never saw him again.”
“I wish I could say the same.” Damon scoffs. “It’s been a few years since I saw him. The first few years, he’d come and visit at least a couple of times a year to see what else he could ruin in our lives. I lost more jobs than I’d like to admit because of that man. Same for Mom.”
Pulling back, I stare up at him with a frown. “He really did that? How?”
“You have to remember, he was a big deal in the business world—or at least that’s what he told me. He knew a lot of people in Detroit because of that. If he didn’t know someone where we worked, he knew someone who knew someone. If I could’ve, I would’ve packed me and Mom up and moved, but we didn’t have enough money—something he made sure of.” He shakes his head. “I don’t know what made him finally give up, but it’s been…at least seven years since he last visited.”
“I’m so sorry you had to deal with that.” I sigh, feeling like shit. “If I’d have known—“
“You would’ve let me pull you down into the gutter right alongside me. I know. That’s why I didn’t want to have any contact with you. If I did, I knew I’d give in, and I couldn’t do that to you.” Damon sighs. “I would’ve hated myself if I had.”
I don’t like it, but there’s not really anything I can do to change it, is there?
“Okay, that’s enough about the past,” Damon says. “We’ve somehow found one another after ten long years when we sold ourselves for a weekend of sex. Think whoever bought us will let us have sex too?”
I giggle, slapping his chest. “Of course, that’s where your thoughts go.”
He grins. “I don’t know where else you expect my mind to go. I signed up for a weekend of sex and the girl of my dreams is sitting right in front of me. The one who got away. Of course, I’m thinking about having sex with you. Who wouldn’t? I mean, look at you. You were beautiful as a teenager but as a woman? Damn, Mac. You’re hot as sin.”
A shiver runs through me as I flush, need building in my belly as my eyes roam over him. “Me? Look at yourself. How did you end up in even better shape than when you were playing sports constantly.”
“I guess I have construction work to thank for that. Oh, and the workouts. I work out a lot.” He shrugs like it’s no big deal.
Before I can do anything stupid like licking his six-pack—or his cock—I climb off the couch. I pace along the length of the dressing room, keeping my eyes off the blast from the past currently man-spread on the couch.
“What do you think the person who bought us wants? Isn’t it weird that they bought a man and a woman?”
Damon chuckles. “They want sex, Mackenzie—just like every other fucker who bid on a lot tonight. Maybe they want to watch us have sex?
Maybe they want to have sex with both of us? No matter what, it’ll involve sex, but nothing we wouldn’t want. Remember, we had to list our kinks and hard no’s. If you’re worried, you don’t need to be. I’ll be there with you, and I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“Right. Of course.” I laugh, shaking my head. “I don’t know if I’m more or less nervous now that you’re here.”
“And why would you be more nervous?” he asks, his voice deepening.
Lifting an eyebrow, I gesture to him. “Are you that pressed for compliments that you need me to feed your ego and tell you just how hot you are? How I can’t stop staring at your cock and imagining it in my mouth? Or my cunt? Or even my ass?”
“So, you’re into anal now?” Damon lifts his eyebrows in return, a smirk firmly in place. “I’ll happily stick my cock in any of those places. If we aren’t allowed to this weekend, then I’ll do it afterward. Because, know this, Mackenzie. I’ve given you up once, but I’m not strong enough to do it again. I won’t be letting you go this time.”
I gulp, my pussy clenching on nothing as desire rushes through me.
Holy shit.
His words sound slightly stalkerish but I can’t seem to find it in myself to care.
I stalk across the room, straddling his lap as my lips come down to meet his. His big hands wrap around my hips, pulling me firmly against him. His cock is hard as it meets my center. I grind against him, seeking some much-needed friction as our kiss deepens. There’s barely anything between us—a scrap of lace and a scrap of mesh the only thing keeping us from fucking right now.
And I want to.
Fuck him, that is.
The day I spent with him and Parker is still the best sex of my life, even though we’d all still been learning what we liked and what we didn’t. No one has ever compared to having the two of them in my bed. Would sleeping with Damon now pale in comparison to my memory of Parker and me?
Something tells me the answer to that would be no.
“Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” Damon murmurs as he breaks away from me and rests his forehead on mine. “I want to bury my cock inside of you and watch you ride me so fucking bad.”
“Yes, I’d like to do that,” I say, already reaching between us to free his cock from his underwear—if that’s what one would even call them.
Damon groans as my hand closes around him, stroking him as I try to figure out how to fuck him with this damn lingerie on. Why did I choose one-piece lingerie? “I want to—so fucking bad—but our buyer could be here any second.”
“Don’t care. They paid for sex. Let’s give them a show when they arrive.” I sigh when Damon’s fingers push aside the wet lace covering my pussy and runs his fingers along my slit before finding my clit.
“I didn’t know you were an exhibitionist.”
It takes a moment for my mind to catch up with his words as he sinks two thick fingers inside me, his thumb expertly circling my clit. “From time to time, yeah.”
My hand moves jerkily along his dick as I ride his fingers, my orgasm much closer than I would’ve thought. It doesn’t take long for me to come all over his fingers, Damon drinking down my cries as he gently pushes my hand away from him. He fucks me through the orgasm before pulling his fingers free.
He breaks the kiss as he sucks his cum-soaked fingers between his lips and hums.
So. Fucking. Hot.
“Are you sure?” he asks when he notches the head of his cock at my entrance, and all I do is nod.
I’m not sure I’ve been so sure of anything in my life.
He presses into me slowly, allowing me to adjust to his size. I haven’t been with anyone who even came close to his size since him. Either my memory isn’t as good as it used to be or he’s somehow bigger. Not that it matters.
“Such a good girl,” he praises, and I preen under his words—something he definitely takes note of. “Oh, do we like being called a good girl? That’s good to know. You take my cock so good—like you were made for it.” He sinks all the way to the hilt, and my head falls backward.
I’m so full. His dick feels amazing inside of me, and if I don’t move soon, I think I just might die.
An exaggeration? Maybe, but it damn well feels like I will.
I rock against him, pulling moans from both of us before he pulls me in for another kiss. I ride him with wild abandon, fingers digging into his shoulders as I chase that high. Because of how tightly he’s holding me against his body, my clit slides across his abs with each rock of my hips, sending tiny electric shocks through my body.
At first, Damon seems happy to allow me to set the pace but eventually begins to pound into me from below.
The room fills with the sounds of flesh on flesh and muffled moans as we move together.
When I come a second time, it hits me hard as I bite Damon’s lip. He groans into the kiss, hands grinding me against him harder as he continues to fuck me.
Pulling away from him, I pant as I stare at him. “You didn’t come.”
“Not yet, I didn’t.” He grins, lifting me off his lap and setting me on my feet. “Hands on the vanity, bent over with your ass in the air. I want you to watch me as I fuck you and fill you with my cum.”
I rub my thighs together as I stare at him for a moment before hurrying over to do as requested. My hands are shaking as I lay them on the vanity and bend over. My eyes rise to the mirror, watching as he stands and stalks toward me with a look of hunger on his face—he looks like he wants to devour me.
Yes, please.
My lingerie has shifted, sitting somewhat uncomfortably against my cunt. I want to reach down to fix it, but something tells me Damon won’t approve.
He comes to a stop behind me, eyes meeting mine in the mirror as his hands stroke over my lace-covered ass. “Oh, yes. This is perfect.”
Then he’s pushing back into me, his eyes still locked with mine. I can’t seem to tear my eyes away from his as he drives into me hard and fast. I want to watch the way his body ripples as he moves, but all I can see is his green eyes as they stare back at me.
There’s just something so hot—so intense—about staring into one another’s eyes as he fucks me.
I squeak as his hand comes down on my ass while my cunt squeezes around him, the sound quickly turning into a moan.
“Hmmm…I’m already learning so many new things about you, Mackenzie. I can’t wait to see what else I learn about you this weekend.”
Then all the talking stops as he focuses on pummeling me into the vanity.
I’ve never had sex in front of a mirror before, and boy, have I been missing out. I highly recommend it.
Damon’s eyes finally turn away from mine as he watches his cock slide in and out of me. I lick my lips as my eyes travel along his body, enjoying the way his muscles move under his skin as he takes me.
Moans spill from me as he adjusts my hips, hitting the perfect place inside of me. I’m surprised to realize another orgasm is building. Over the last few years, I haven’t been able to come more than twice during sex. Though, that might have had more to do with the men I was with and less about me, if this experience is anything to go off of.
“I’m so close, Mackenzie. I want you to come with me. Touch yourself. Rub your clit. Do whatever you have to do to come with me,” Damon demands, and I lift one hand away from the vanity to reach down and do just that.
“Well, this is unexpected.”
My eyes jerk up and meet those of a man standing in the doorway.
My mouth falls open, and I come.