CHAPTER 16 #2
“You don’t have to overthink anything, trust me, I want this just as much as you do, nene.”
“I’m sorry…”
“Don’t be. And actually—” He takes my hand without letting go of my back and presses it flat over his chest. I can feel his heart beating fast against my palm, and I look up at him in surprise. “You aren’t the only one who is nervous.”
“How? Why?” I ask, with a mix of happiness and confusion. “You’ve been with plenty of men and women.”
“Ollie, you’re not my first time having sex,” he whispers, leaning in closer. “But you are the first time I’ve done it with someone I actually care about.”
And just like that, my nerves completely evaporate.
Suddenly, it feels like I know exactly what to do.
Because I do.
All I have to do is use everything I have to show this man that I love him with everything I am.
So, I kiss him… slowly… finally taking the time to learn each other’s bodies. We touch, taste, lick, and discover exactly what makes the other completely fall apart.
“Lie down,” Damián murmurs, gesturing to the pillows.
I crawl further onto the mattress and lie back against the sheets. Damián turns to his nightstand, opening the drawer to pull out a closed box of condoms and a bottle of lube.
“You keep lube and condoms here?”
“Call it wishful thinking that one day you’d come here.” Damián grins, pleased that his planning pays off.
He twists the cap, snapping the plastic seal.
Oh wow… he really bought it just for us.
The realization that Damián actually went to a store, thought of us, and bought this, hoping I would one day come to his place so we could be together, makes my chest ache in the absolute best way possible.
I feel so incredibly wanted and so completely desired by this man.
Damián lies back down on the mattress beside me and kisses me, deeper this time.
He slides his tongue into my mouth, moving in a slow, rhythmic way that makes me see stars.
His hands map my body…They are calloused, warm, and feel incredible as they slide down my abdomen, trailing lower until his fingers rest gently between my thighs.
“Open for me, nene,” he whispers against my lips.
I part my legs, a breathless sigh escaping me as Damián slowly slides a lubed finger inside.
“Aahh…” I moan at the intrusion.
Damián kisses me as he takes his time preparing me.
He presses his fingers into me so slowly, stretching me with a tender, deliberate care that makes me want to sob.
It feels incredibly vulnerable, but every time I start to tense, he is right there, kissing away my nerves and whispering how beautiful I am.
“Ready?” he asks, and I nod.
He shifts his weight, settling between my thighs, and grips my hips to steady me. His eyes lock onto mine as he slowly, very, very carefully, pushes inside.
A sharp pinch of pain flares, but it is instantly replaced by a deep, overwhelming fullness.
I am completely full, completely claimed, and for the first time in my entire life, I feel entirely safe.
“Are you okay?” Damián breathes as he starts to move.
“Yes,” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels good… move faster.”
But Damián keeps his rhythm agonizingly slow, gently pushing in and pulling out. It feels magnificent, but it’s also building a new itch inside me….A new type of hunger… like a desperate need for more.
“Damián!” I groan. “Faster.”
“It’s your first time, Ollie,” he refuses, his jaw tight with restraint. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Please, Dami…”
“Another time. Once you’re more used to me.”
I would love to say I act mature about this, remaining completely calm and understanding… but I don’t.
Frustration completely takes over me, so I reach up, grab both sides of his beautiful face, and yank him down so he has no choice but to see my glare.
“Listen to me, Damián. I have survived inside a trafficking ring for decades! And even though I am very, very happy that you are taking your time with me, I am not that damn delicate! So you better start fucking moving the way you really want to, because I swear to God, I want the same.”
Damián stares at me for a second before he bursts out laughing. He kisses me.
“You’d better hold on, then,” he grins. “Because you asked for it.”
He pulls back, rises onto his knees, and grabs my hips, dragging my body toward him until my legs are stretched wide on either side of his waist. He lifts my hips completely off the mattress and thrusts forward, burying himself inside me in one hard thrust.
“Ah…” I moan, and my lower back arches completely off the bed.
The careful gentleness Damián had is gone and replaced by an intense pace that absolutely consumes me. He pounds into me, hitting a deep, aching spot that makes my vision go white.
“More…”
Before I can even catch my breath, his hands clamp around my waist, and he flips me over.
I get on my hands and knees, my chest heaving, as he immediately aligns himself and takes me from behind.
Every thrust drives me forward into the sheets, his hands tight around my hips, holding me in place as he wrecks me.
It is driving me absolutely insane, completely burning away every coherent thought in my head.
“Dami,” I gasp, tears running down my cheeks at how good and cathartic this pleasure feels. “Dami, I’m going to—”
The moment he realizes I’m at the edge, he pulls out, grips my shoulders, and flips me onto my back again.
“What?”
“You said your favorite position was looking into your partner’s eyes,” he says, as he settles over me in missionary and pushes back inside. “I want you to cum on your first time just how you wanted it.”
Damián kisses me, looking deep into my eyes as he keeps thrusting until he completely shatters me. I scream his name, my climax ripping through me in intense, violent waves, spilling hot across my own stomach.
“Fuck, Ollie,” Damián groans. He thrusts one, two, three more times, chasing his own release.
He pulls out, quickly stripping off the condom, and strokes himself rapidly. His hooded eyes stay locked onto mine the entire time as he finishes over my chest.
Completely spent, he collapses over me, burying his face in the crook of my neck. A second later, he rolls onto his back, pulling me on top of him so he doesn’t crush me with his weight.
And we lie there tangled in the damp sheets, our bodies slick with sweat, chests heaving together as we struggle to catch our breath.
“Wow…” I pant. “That was incredible… Is sex always this amazing?”
Damián pulls me tighter against his side and laughs. “Yes. But only with me.”
“Only with you?” I ask, tilting my chin to look at him.
“Yes. I’m magical. So there is absolutely no need for you to ever try anyone else.”
I burst out laughing, overwhelmed by how perfect this moment is.
“Thank you…” I whisper, pressing a quick kiss to his chest. “This was perfect.”
“Almost perfect, mi cielo…” he murmurs, giving me a new nickname which I have no idea what it means, but I love how it sounds.
And when I look up at him, silently questioning what he means, he smiles.
“It will be perfect after a shower and breakfast.”
“Oh, my God, yes!”
Now, an hour later, we are both collapsed on Damián’s living room couch, dressed in comfortable sweats and stuffed with breakfast. The food was cold by the time we got to it, but right now, it tastes like the best meal of my life.
“Can I ask something personal?” he asks, his finger lazily tracing circles on my knee.
“Sure. What do you wanna know?”
“How… Did your father tell you what he does? Did he just let you know, or was it like in the movies where they threw a party with cigars before breaking the news?”
“I wouldn’t know how it’s done because he never told me… I found out.”
“How?”
“With a stupid black book.” I sigh, shaking my head… It’s stupid, but even after all these years, that book is still in my nightmares.
“Sorry… Let’s not talk about sad things. Forget I asked.”
“No, it’s just that I’ve never told anyone besides Zara… But I want you to know.”
I shift, lying down to use his lap as a pillow, and Damián rests one arm across my waist, using his free hand to play with my hair.
“When I was a kid, I used to spend hours playing in my father’s office, reading whatever books I could get my hands on.
One day, I grabbed a black one, but it wasn’t a novel; it was a ledger.
At first, it made no sense to me, but after understanding the numbers, I realized that while the individual figures were correct, the totals were deliberately off.
Specific amounts were repeating every second Tuesday, paid out to a company I’d never heard of.
Also, it looked like deposits were being transferred to other accounts just so the same money could be recycled. ”
“You figured out he was laundering money?” Damián asks, his fingers curling through strands of my hair.
“Yes, but I had no idea what that meant at the time. I took the book to my dad and showed him what I’d found, thinking someone had just made a mistake, but he went completely quiet, just staring at me.
Then he gave me a hypothetical problem: he said he needed to bring Ship A to Port B, but the ship couldn’t cross a specific line.
I asked for a map, studied it, and told him his route was wrong. I showed him how to fix it…”
I lazily trace my fingers over his arm, where it rests across my waist.
“And he just kept staring at me,” I say. “The whole office was dead silent, and I thought he was going to be furious… But instead, he looked delighted, so happy, in a way I’d never before. He then started bragging to everyone in the room that his son was a fucking prodigy.”
I risk a glance at Damián, half-expecting him to look horrified or scared. But he is just watching me, listening to everything I say.
So I continue…