Chapter 16 #2
I lower myself, looking at him, my hands on his thighs, while he undoes his zipper and pulls his hard cock out.
“Suck me like I’m yours,” he says, a playful grin on his lips, as he slowly gives me a wink.
Smiling, I take half of him into my mouth, move my tongue around him, wet his hard flesh well, and then I clench a fist around him and start bobbing my head while spreading the moisture over the entire length.
I know he likes what I’m doing by how hard he gets.
The deeper I slide him into my mouth, the more he leans toward me.
He holds the back of my hair while I move my hand and suck on him, breaking my rhythm a few times and starting over.
“It’ll become your second nature,” he says.
I get a taste of his arousal when he rocks his hips a few times, fucking my mouth.
Grunting with pleasure, he retreats to my surprise, yet I don’t have much time to ponder when he slides his arms around my thighs, lifts me up, and sets me on the counter.
At first, I fight to stay upright, propped on my elbows, yet he pushes me down.
I stare at the ceiling, with my dress crooked, my panties pulled down to my ankles, my legs open. He licks my pussy while moving his hand up and pressing two fingers against my mouth.
He does it so fast that, without thinking about it much, I open my mouth and suck on his fingers.
The more I do it, the more I open my legs, and the more passionately he eats me out.
Moans lift from my lips while I squirm on the kitchen counter with my legs over his shoulders, my panties most likely on the floor, my dress completely open, all the buttons on the floor, too.
I tilt my head up to suck on his fingers while he uses his free hand to finger me and his mouth to suck on my clit.
A surge of harsh, abrupt, tense, painful pleasure zaps through me, dragging me over the edge and making me throb inside.
Panting, I slide my hands into his hair and rock my hips before he tears his mouth away from between my legs and looks at me, his eyes lustful, unfocused, dark.
“You’re mine now,” he says, grabbing the root of his erection, positioning himself against my opening, and sliding himself in.
His hands curl around my waist as he holds me against his thrusts.
He loves how my boobs jiggle. He loves how wet I get and the sloshing sound drifting from between my legs.
He loves that I had no idea an hour ago that I’d be on the kitchen island with him wedged between my thighs, pumping into me.
He enjoys himself and picks up the pace when the headlights of a car light the foyer.
His expression darkens as he is about to come, and obviously someone pulls up in front of the house.
“She has lost her fucking mind,” he pushes through his locked teeth as he plunges into me ferociously before his body morphs into a hard frame and relief shoots through his eyes.
He closes them and keeps moving, enjoying his orgasm as I grow worried about what might happen next.
A door opens and slams outside when he reaches inside his pocket and pulls out a small remote.
With one click, he cuts the power, and the outside door automatically locks.
“Damon?”
Henrietta’s voice rings outside.
It probably won’t take long before she walks around the house and sees us through the glass wall.
We must share the same thought as he presses another button and a small light comes on in the corner, and shades quickly move across the glass, blocking the view.
He finally pulls out of me, and calmly tucks his cock into his pants.
Semen trickles to the floor as I pull my thighs closed.
He picks up my dress and panties, noticing all the buttons on the floor.
“Here,” he says, handing me my clothes. “Go upstairs, clean yourself up, and go to sleep. Do whatever you want, just don’t come here. I’ll clean this up,” he says, already reaching into a storage room, extracting a cordless vacuum cleaner and quietly sweeping all the buttons off the floor.
I toss my dress on and slide my panties up.
“Follow the emergency lights so you don’t fall on the stairs.”
“Don’t worry about me. I can see.”
I walk away from him and barely make a couple of steps when he speaks again.
“She and I are not a real couple,” he says, already finishing the job and tucking the vacuum cleaner back into the storage room.
I stare at him from the doorway.
“We used to be, but we no longer are, and that has nothing to do with you.”
His eyes glint when they meet mine.
“I’m saying this so you don’t feel guilty about this or start thinking that she has leverage over you. I don’t need to cheat on a woman. I’m not bound to anyone. I’m with the woman that I want, and that’s it. Go now.”
He tears his eyes away from me, visibly annoyed with how the whole thing turned out.
The shades begin to slide to the side, and the electricity comes on, which is my clue that I need to rush if I don’t want to run into her and face an awkward situation.
But his words again… Man, his words. Why does he always find the most tense moments to throw words like this at me?
When there is no time for a proper conversation. For asking questions. For understanding what is going on.
I dash up the stairs, as the lights come on, glowing around the house, and her voice rings on the first floor.
I take the secondary stairs so I don’t run into anyone.
There must be a reason they don’t have staff in the house at night.
There’s a reason for everything in his house.
The cameras, the remote control, his cutting off the electricity, covering the windows, locking and unlocking doors.
At a glance, his estate looks like any other expensive home. The fact that he doesn’t have an entire crew of men here makes it look normal.
It also makes it look like he’s not afraid of anyone.
Out of ordinary things must’ve happened in this house, and I bet protection systems that are far from normal guard this place.
I push the door open and hurry to the shower.
My clothes hit the tiles as I step into the shower booth and turn the water on.
My skin smells like summer, aftershave, and his release.
Smiling, I remove the smell of him from my skin and walk out a few moments later, tired and happy.
I wrap a towel around my chest and put my slippers on before mulling over what to do with my dress.
Let’s hope Henrietta is not into snooping around.
What if he missed collecting some of those buttons? What if she suspects something happened to my dress and comes looking for incriminating evidence?
I roll the dress, put it into a bag, and tuck the bag in one of my suitcases. I can’t imagine she’ll start searching through my things.
Then, I walk into the room and become restless.
He said I should go to sleep. How could I sleep now? It’s impossible. My brain buzzes with words.
Not a real marriage.
We were a couple once but not anymore.
One day this house might be yours.
I smile.
I feel bad.
I have a feeling there’s more to the story.
There must be.