Chapter 8
EIGHT
As Brianna’s angelic eyes widened at my words, my gut screamed.
This was a mistake. The smart thing would have been to walk back out that door, to ignore the way Brianna’s sweet pussy wept for my touch, to go back out into the world and find someone else to warm my bed for the night, someone I’d leave without guilt or my conscience screaming at me.
However, from the moment I saw her at the bar, the die was cast. I might have a lot of strengths, but walking away from Brianna right now wasn’t one of them.
Brianna’s hazel eyes watched as I lowered to my knees. The fucking hem of her little black dress had been teasing me the entire car ride, shifting just enough to expose the delicate skin lurking below. Now that I’d touched her—felt her reaction—there was no backing down, no hiding.
My hands bunched up the skirt of her dress until Brianna’s bare pussy was in my face.
The delicate skin called to me, glistening with her desire.
I groaned as I dove in, nothing tentative or tender about my touches.
I shifted to hitch one of her legs over my shoulder, giving me more access to what I wanted.
When my mouth sealed over her aching cunt, Brianna moaned, the sound electric to my ears.
Her dark hair spread out around her face, and she looked like an angel on the verge of damnation. My angel.
Her taste consumed my senses: sweet and delicate, just like the woman in front of me.
Brianna was a fortress, hiding behind her eyes and placating smile, but I sensed the damage lurking just beneath the surface, the kind no one bothered to look for.
It called to my darkness, to the doubts and fears I locked behind in the night.
For tonight, I’d hide them away, too consumed with pulling as much pleasure from Brianna as possible.
As my fingers dipped into her core, her hands fell to my hair, tugging me closer. She gasped in realization, pulling away as if I’d shocked her. “I’m so sorry—”
I silenced her with another long lick of my tongue. “Don’t you fucking apologize, Brianna. Grab me, hold me, do whatever feels right. Let me know you’re enjoying yourself.”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. “Fuck, Damien. This—you. It’s too good. Don’t stop.”
I couldn’t even if I wanted to. Not with the soft press of her thigh into my shoulder, her succulent warmth squeezing my fingers like she never wanted to let go. Everything about this moment was like poetry—overwhelming, confusing, and yet the most beautiful thing I’d ever witnessed.
With another suck and curl of my fingers, Brianna fell apart in my arms, pleasure overtaking her like I’d never seen before.
There was nothing soft about how she came, her screams loud enough to wake the entire hotel.
How had anyone ever let her go? She was a fucking goddess when she fell apart, and all I could do was sit back and bask in her heat.
When she stopped trembling, she chewed on her lower lip, her doubts erasing her earlier confidence. Her eyes darted down to my rigid cock, pulsing, hard and heavy through the dark material of my jeans. “I, uh, I could take care of that for you.”
I lifted from my knees, shifting to press her back into the panel of the door.
“You’re going to, angel. I’m going to bury myself so far inside you, you’ll feel me for days.
” Her cheeks flushed, but for the first time, it didn’t seem like nerves.
It was more like excitement. Her pulse pounded under her slick skin, and I ran my fingers along the column of her throat.
I forced myself away from her long enough to look around the hotel room.
It was similar to my set-up, with a small living room and two bedrooms off it.
“Which room is yours? Unless you’d like me to fuck you right here? ”
Brianna’s mouth dropped open, and then she was pushing back on my chest, rushing through the room without looking over her shoulder, as if she knew I’d follow, which I did without hesitation.
Honestly, nothing could have turned me away at this point.
When was the last time a hookup left me this needy?
I enjoyed sex, don’t get me wrong, but lately, it turned into an itch to scratch, a way to lose myself for a couple of hours. And while I always left my partners satisfied, it was more about chasing my high than anything else.
But not tonight.
When Brianna placed her hand on the doorknob and led me toward her bedroom, electricity crackled in the space between us.
Tonight was different—not about chasing my pleasure or forgetting about my stress for a few hours.
It was all about Brianna, about bringing her more pleasure than she could handle.
I brought my fingers up to my lips, sucking down the last of her.
She tasted like the end of a rainstorm, the moment when the world was washed clean.
I entered the bedroom right after her, not wasting any time to look around the space, as tempting as it might be.
This wasn’t about getting to know Brianna on anything other than a primal level, and I needed to remember that.
One night. That was all I had to offer, especially at this stage of my life.
Give her everything this one time, but when I walked back out that door, we were done, nothing more than a passing memory.
And if that was all we had, it would be one she’d never forget.
Brianna stood at the edge of her bed, toying with the edge of her dress, unsure what to do next.
That wouldn’t do. I moved in front of her, lifting the fabric from her trembling fingers.
With a hand on her shoulder, I turned her around, pulling down the zipper until the black fabric lay bunched around her ankles.
When Brianna turned back toward me, her arms were wrapped around her stomach. Protecting herself.
I arched a brow, running my fingers along her clenched arms. “Why are you hiding from me, Brianna?”
She shook her head. “My body…it’s probably not what you’re used to. I’m older—”
My hand darted up, forcing her trembling chin up, so she’d meet my eyes.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Every single inch.
” My spare hand took hers and placed it over my weeping cock.
“You feel that? That’s because of you. Because of your fucking gorgeous body, angel.
” A smug smirk curled on my lips as her mouth dropped open, unable to pull her gaze away from me.
“Now, are you going to let me have you? Because I can’t take you in all the ways I want if you’re hiding from me. ”
With a resigned sigh, Brianna brought her arms to her side.
Her fingers still twitched with the need to cover herself, but she fought against it.
I leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her breastbone.
“Good girl, angel. Now, undress me.” Her eyes widened, but she did as I asked, unbuttoning my shirt until it slid off my shoulders.
With my chest bare in front of her, she stopped, her eyes jumping up to meet mine. “Now the pants.”
Her fingers fumbled with the button of my jeans, twisting until the fabric loosened on my hips.
Brianna’s eyes traced every inch of my body, studying the ink that started at my wrist and climbed up onto my chest. Five angels—one for each of my nieces—sat on my arm, watching over me, just as I pledged to watch over them.
But I didn’t give her that story, not when she looked like a vision pulled from my filthiest dreams. I leaned down and lifted her by the knees, depositing her onto her bed with a soft thud.
She giggled as she bounced on the mattress, the sound so soft and light, it made me smile.
I tugged down my jeans and boxers as Brianna’s eyes tracked every one of my movements. When my cock came into view, she sucked in a sharp breath. “Damien, I—” She tucked her lip between her teeth. “I don’t know if I can take you. That’s—” She laughed and covered her face.
I climbed over her, brushing her hands away to see her smile. “That’s what, angel?”
She rolled her eyes. “Ollie always said you had BDE, but I never got it until this moment. You’ve definitely earned that title.”
I shifted onto my haunches, fisting my cock as I looked down at her, sprawled out on the bed like a gift. “You like this dick, angel?” Her eyes flared as she nodded. “Then show me how much you want me to fuck you. Give me your mouth; get it nice and wet before I tear your sweet little pussy apart.”
Brianna didn’t hesitate as she shifted, scrambling to tilt my cock toward her mouth. The first touch of her hands to my skin was tentative, wrapping around my thick cock like she didn’t want to hurt me. “Squeeze me harder, Bri. I can take it.”
She smiled half-heartedly as she looked up at me. “I’m not sure what I’m doing, if I’m even doing it right. Todd—”
I reached down and gripped her jaw. “Don’t you say another man’s name while you’ve got your hands wrapped around me. This might only be a one-time thing, but while we’re in this bed, you’re fucking mine, Brianna.” My fingers stroked along her cheek. “Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Brianna whispered. “Show me what you like, Damien. I want this to be good for you.”
“Oh, angel,” I chuckled, brushing a finger along her jaw. “You’re going to look so fucking gorgeous with your mouth full of my cock.”
She looked up at me, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue, offering herself to me.
The sight was so unexpected, my spine tensed, and I had to rein in the urge to ram myself down her throat.
Instead, I coaxed forward slowly, teasing her with only the tip.
As I gave shallow thrusts, Brianna’s tongue jutted out, circling the head of my cock.
Goddamn. Her apprehensive touches felt like heaven, but I wanted so much more.
“God, Bri. So fucking good.” I ran my hand through her hair, pulling her mouth off.
“But I need you to take me deeper, angel. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes,” she moaned, her hand twisting around the base of my cock. “Take my mouth, Damien.”
Fuck. Four words, and I was coming undone.
I fisted Brianna’s hair, holding her tight as I guided her pouty lips over the head of my cock.
But this time, I didn’t stop, guiding her until she gagged around my length.
Pulling back, I searched her expression, but there was only eagerness looking back at me.
“If it gets to be too much, smack my thigh.” Brianna nodded, and I resumed my movements, pressing in a little further each time.
Despite her insistence that she didn’t have any experience in this area, Brianna’s mouth was a gift I didn’t deserve.
She moaned as she took more of me, her tongue brushing up along my shaft like it was the sweetest treat.
When her cheeks hollowed out around me, my knees buckled, almost coming before we’d even begun.
When I pulled her off me, she looked at me, her hazel eyes rimmed red and brimming with tears. “Wh—why did you stop?”
I leaned down and brushed my thumb along her bottom lip, collecting the saliva that had pooled at the edge of her mouth. “You’re too fucking good, angel. I’m not missing the chance to come inside you.”
Brianna smiled at me, and something cracked inside my chest. She might have been the one on her knees, but for a moment, I wanted to be the one bowing to her, to worship her.
Shaking my head, I pushed that thought from my mind.
This was one night, one chance to get her out of my system.
“Lay back, Brianna. Let me see all of you.”