Chapter 14 #3
The gasping cry that falls out of his mouth is hotter than it has any business being, and the way his body goes taut against mine sends a rush of need through me that’s different from anything I’ve ever experienced, something so much stronger than arousal.
It’s dark and primal and touches something deep inside me. And instead of walking the fuck away and putting a stop to things before they go any further, I press my hands against the wall and cage him against it with my body.
“What—what do you want?” he asks, his words punctuated by another of those sexy gasps that make my dick pulse.
“What do you think I want?” I say in his ear, my voice raspy and rough, like I’ve spent the last few hours screaming at a concert.
“I-I don’t know.” His voice is trembling and barely loud enough for me to hear him over the music.
“I think you do,” I rasp and push my hard dick against his ass. “You know exactly what I want.”
He gasps again, but instead of pulling away or trying to get me off him, he leans back slightly, and the gentle press of his body against mine sends a jolt of pleasure through me as more of that dark desire curls in my stomach.
Moving one hand off the wall, I gently rest it against the base of his throat.
His low moan is one of the hottest sounds I’ve ever heard.
Slowly, deliberately, I trace my hand down his chest and over his stomach, keeping my touch feather-light as I follow the line of buttons on his shirt until my palm brushes his waistband.
He shudders, his breath hitching, as I drag my hand lower and cup his hard cock through his pants.
I have no idea if I touched his dick when we were at the rave, but having his erection pressing against my hand isn’t foreign or strange.
It feels good, and more than that, the sense of power it gives me is next level.
He’s letting me touch him.
He wants me to touch him.
“Tell me you don’t like this,” I whisper, my lips next to his ear. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
He lets out a little whimper as his dick pushes against my hand.
I chuckle, the sound dark and breathy, and reward him with a light squeeze. “That’s right, you can’t,” I murmur. “And do you know why you can’t?”
He pulls in a shaking breath, then lets it out in a quick exhale that causes his body to sag back against mine just the slightest bit more. “Why?” he asks, his voice trembling with fear and something else I can’t place.
“Because you want this.” I squeeze his cock again. “Go ahead. I dare you to deny it.”
He makes a choked sound, like a gasp mixed with a cry. “People can see us,” he says breathily.
“No, they can’t.” I trace my finger over the bulge of his dick, running it over the smooth material of his pants. “They can see my back, but they can’t see you.” I drag my finger along the ridge of his cockhead. “Do you know what I think?”
He doesn’t answer, but then again, he doesn’t need to.
“I think you like it.”
He makes a sound of protest, but I just place my hand over his cock and gently cup him.
“This doesn’t lie,” I murmur, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear with each word. “You can pretend all you want, but I know the truth.” I give his ear a nipping bite.
He jumps, a loud gasp falling from his lips. It quickly turns into a moan when I rub my palm over his cock.
“You like being out in the open like this.” I press my dick against his ass. “You like knowing that anyone can see what a slut you are if they look close enough.” I rub his dick again. “Don’t you?”
His moan is low and drawn out, and I chuckle softly when he pushes his cock against my hand.
“Yeah, you do.” Slipping my hand under the bottom of his shirt, I brush my fingers over his fly. “You’re so damn hard for me. What would you do if I pulled your cock out right now?”
His breathing picks up, and I tap on the button of his pants. “That’s right,” I say huskily, letting my lips brush against his ear. “You wouldn’t do anything because you want it.”
“Fuck,” he mutters, his body going tense against mine.
“You know what else I think?” Pulling my other hand off the wall, I reach down and undo the button on his fly.
“I think you’d love it if I made you get on your knees right now.
You’d fight and try to stop me, but deep down you wouldn’t just want it, you’d be begging for it.
” Deftly, I unzip his fly and pull the V of the material apart.
“But that’s not all.” I gently trace my fingertips over the silky material of his underwear.
“I bet you’d love it if I bent you over right here in front of everyone when I was done using your mouth. ”
He lets out a muffled grunt, his body nearly vibrating from how tense he is.
“You would, wouldn’t you?” I ask, letting my lips brush against his ear with every word. “I bet you’d moan for me if I fucked you right here in front of everyone.”
He lets out a shuddering breath, and I slip one hand under the waistband of his underwear.
A soft groan falls from my lips at the brush of his hot skin against mine, and his answering moan when I wrap my hand around his hard length sends a pulse of need through me that’s so strong my balls throb.
I’ve never had the desire to touch another man’s dick before, but touching Damon’s is as natural as breathing, and without thinking about what I’m doing, I pull his cock free from his underwear.
He makes a strangled sound but doesn’t try to stop me when I give him a long, slow stroke.
He’s warm and hard and wet with precum, and another pulse of that possessive need goes through me when I feel something cool and hard and completely unexpected.
Does he have a dick piercing?
Damon gasps as I run my fingers over a small metal loop that’s just under his cockhead a few times, flipping it up and down just because I can.
“Well, well, well.” I let go of the piercing and give him a hard stroke. “Now that’s a fun little surprise, hmmmm?”
He moans, low and deep, when I give the ring a gentle tug.
I know nothing about dick piercings, and they’ve never really been on my radar, but finding Damon’s is beyond hot.
“You’re so hard for me,” I rasp, grinding my dick against his ass.
“I wouldn’t even have to bend you over, would I?
I could pull your pants down and stick my dick in you right now, and you’d just moan and take it.
” I bite the shell of his ear just hard enough to earn a whimpering gasp from him.
“And you wouldn’t just take it, you’d fucking love it, wouldn’t you? ”
“Please,” he whispers brokenly.
“Please what?” I hold his dick in the circle of my hand, my grip loose. “Please stop? Please give you more?”
His hips twitch, and I grind my dick against his ass again.
We stay like that for a few beats, with me rubbing my cock against his ass while I hold his dick like it’s my emotional support blanket, then I drift my free hand up his body.
His breathing picks up as my hand trails up his chest, and it hitches when I rest it at the base of his throat.
His hips twitch again, and I grind my cock against his ass. The friction feels amazing, but it’s not giving me any sort of relief.
That’s fine. It’s not about me right now.
Damon finally lets out a frustrated cry and snaps his hips forward, pushing his cock through the circle of my hand.
“That’s it,” I murmur in his ear. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
He moans and speeds up his hips, thrusting faster and harder. His eagerness sends little zings of pleasure through me, and I fit my mouth over the side of his neck.
He gasps and tilts his head to the side, giving me better access as I suck and bite his skin.
I’ve never really been into giving my partners hickeys, but I don’t just want to mark Damon.
I want to brand him so everyone who looks at him knows he belongs to me.
So he remembers this moment every time he looks in the mirror.
The force of my desire is almost overwhelming, and I run my tongue over his abused skin to tease him in a different way.
He’s panting now, his hips moving furiously as he fucks my hand with wild abandon.
Seeing him come undone like this, feeling him give in and use my hand to get off is so fucking hot, but it’s not how I want to finish things.
Pulling my mouth from him, I slide my hand from the base of his neck to his throat, my touch light as I wait to see what he’ll do.
His rhythm falters, and he freezes when I gently squeeze, keeping the pressure even so it restricts his air but doesn’t cut it off.
“You want to come?” I ask, my lips against his ear as I tighten my grip on his dick.
“Xave,” he says, half gasping, half moaning my name like it’s both a prayer and a curse.
Something detonates deep in my stomach, like a burst of adrenaline mixed with a rush of desire that goes off inside me like a bomb.
A low growl rips out of me, and I press down on his throat as I stroke him for real, my pace fast as I give him little twists of my hand when I reach his cockhead.
He’s wet and leaking for me, his precum easing the smooth slide of his cock through my hand. I might not be able to see his dick, but being able to feel it like this, hot and hard and showing me how much he’s enjoying this, enjoying me, is hot as fuck.
“You gonna come?” I ask, stroking him exactly the way I like it.
He’s whimpering now, and his little bitten-off sighs and guttural groans go straight to my already aching dick as I work him over, our bodies pressed so close there isn’t an inch of space anywhere between us.
I like that he’s big and strong, and that I don’t have to be careful with him. He could fight me if he wanted to, but he isn’t, and his willing submission is doing things to me it has no business doing.
“Come on, Damon,” I say, not missing the way he bumps his ass back against my dick when I say his name. “Come for me. Come for me and show me how much you love this. How much you want it.”
He freezes in my arms, then shudders and lets out a harsh cry.
I keep stroking him, taking in every detail of his pleasure, from how he presses back against me to the way his cock pulses in my hand. Then he reaches behind him with one hand and grabs my ass so hard the jolt of pain turns into something incredible as he digs his fingers into my flesh.
Our soft cries mix and mingle as he comes, and his moan of relief nearly sends me over the edge with nothing more than some light friction against my dick from the way he’s pulling me against his ass.
When he’s finally done shooting, he slumps in my arms like a rag doll and lets out a confused but sated sigh.
Releasing his throat, I adjust my grip on him.
His ass keeps rubbing against my cock with every shaky inhale, and I’m still so hard it hurts, but there’s something deeply satisfying about getting Damon off like this, and I don’t feel the need to do anything about my arousal as I hold him up and give him a minute to collect himself.
I feel the moment he seems to snap out of his daze and let go of him.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but from how his hands move, I assume he’s putting his dick away. I stay where I am, blocking him from view as he gets himself together.
I’ve never shied away from public sex before, but the thought of anyone else seeing Damon when he’s undone and spent like this makes my skin crawl.
Trying not to think too hard about what just happened between us, or my weird reactions to it, I glance over my shoulder and look around. There’s no one close enough to us to see what we were just doing, and the few people who are in our general vicinity aren’t paying any attention to us.
Damon stops fiddling at his waist and drops his hands.
I take a few steps back, and he slowly turns around.
We stare at each other for a few beats, and the wide-eyed, slightly dazed look on his face sends another rush of satisfaction through me.
I did that.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, then his lips part like he’s going to say something, but he stays silent.
We stand there for a few beats with him staring at me like I’m some sort of specter. Then I let the corner of my lip curl up in a smirk and take another few steps back.
He makes an aborted move, like he was about to reach for me but stopped himself at the last moment, instead shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
Without saying a word, I turn away and walk out of the dark and through the throng of dancers.
I’m so hard my dick actually aches, but the satisfaction I feel after getting him off is so profound and all-consuming that I don’t have the desire to do anything about it, and that’s new for me.
I’m not the type who demands reciprocity from my partners, but I can’t remember the last time I walked away from a sexual encounter without getting off.
And the really fucked-up part is that even though I literally just left him a few seconds ago, I already want to get him off again.
I want to hear him moan for me, feel him tremble against my body as I tease him. I want him to whisper my name in that sex-drenched voice while he simultaneously begs me to give him exactly what he needs and begs me to stop.
More heat curls in my stomach, and my rock-hard dick pulses uncomfortably in my pants.
Covertly, I adjust myself so my dick isn’t being squished at a weird angle and slip back into the shadows.
Now that I’ve had my fun, it’s time to go back to work.
Leaning back against the wall, I watch as Damon casually slips out from where I left him and looks around. I can’t tell if he’s checking to see if anyone noticed him or what we were doing, or if he’s looking for me, but after a few moments of searching, he makes a beeline for the bar.
The pretty blonde bartender with the incredible rack practically sprints over to him, and I watch as she gets him a bottle of water.
I thought giving in to my distraction and creating new memories to replace the fragmented ones from the rave would help quench my desire for him, but I was dead wrong.
Damon Cosgrove has me in a chokehold, and even though I don’t understand why, I’m not about to question it.
I will have him again, and next time, I’m taking as much as I give.