Chapter 14
FOURTEEN
As soon as the words left his lips, Damien pressed my body up against the cool glass wall. My dress, which was already too short to begin with, rose, exposing the tops of my thighs to his greedy hands. Damien gripped my skin like he needed to hold on, to make sure this was happening.
Or maybe that was me.
Tonight had been pulled from my dreams, the ones featuring the handsome baseball player who took me into his home and claimed me as his own.
We might only have each other for tonight, but the power I had over him made my head swim.
It was intoxicating, like the first dive into a cold lake.
The air was sucked out of my lungs as his hands gripped my skin, needing us so much closer together.
But just as the heat pooled in my core, he pulled back, shifting to take a seat on his couch.
Damien spread his arms over the back of it, but his eyes never left me.
“As much as I want to sink inside you, Bri, I made you a promise. You’re going to touch yourself until you come on your pretty fingers. ”
My cheeks blushed, the darkening color on display under the bright lights of the apartment. Damien must have read the hesitancy on my face, because he dug into his pocket and pulled out his phone. With a few taps on the screen, the lights lowered.
He nodded to the armchair across from him, but before I sat down, he stopped me. “Give me your panties.”
“Wh-what?”
He sat up, his arms resting on his thighs. “You heard me, Bri. Lose the panties and hand them to me. I want to test a theory.”
Okay. You can do this, Bri. The man has already seen you naked and appreciated the view. What’s the harm in handing him your ruined thong?
Refusing to dwell too much on what was going to happen next, I pulled the lace down my legs and lifted my heels. I placed it in Damien’s waiting hand, and he toyed with the triangle of fabric at the center, smirking. “God, angel. These are soaked. You must really want my cock.”
“Yes,” I said as I hovered over the chair.
Damien arched his brow. “Why aren’t you sitting?”
“I—you know…”
“Are you worried your pussy is going to drip on my furniture?” I nodded.
“Don’t care about that, Bri. Mark that chair.
Mark whatever you want in here, just as long as you chase your pleasure.
Now, sit your ass down and spread your legs.
I need to see every inch of you. It’s been haunting my dreams for too long. ”
Doing as he said, I sank back into the chair, lifting the hem of my dress to spread my legs.
As my heels dug into the rug, Damien’s jaw tensed, and his eyes blazed in that delicious manner again.
He continued to palm the fabric of my panties, but his gaze never left my center.
It should have felt dirty, too exposed, but all I noticed was the hum of pleasure skirting under my skin, especially when Damien’s eyes met mine.
Obsidian. That was the best description of the color. Deep, sharp, and all too consuming.
My hands moved of their own volition, stroking the soft skin of my thighs. Damien growled as I brushed my core, the light touch of my fingertips not enough to get my pulse up. “Are you teasing me, angel?”
God, that voice made my spine tingle. So deep, so demanding. I shrugged one shoulder as I parted myself. “Might need some of your guidance, Damien.”
“Fuck,” he groaned as he shifted even closer. “You're gonna ruin me, Bri.”
Without another word, he stood, shifting over to the coffee table. He pulled it right in front of me then sat down, appraising my pussy like it was a priceless work of art. “Spread yourself more,” he said, his voice deeper than I’d ever heard it. “Want to see every inch of you.”
I did as he commanded, propping my feet up on each side of him to open myself up more.
My fingers danced along my clit in concentric circles, applying a little more pressure with each rotation.
My breath caught in my throat, soaking up every filthy image as it passed through my mind.
With Damien’s eyes glued to my hands, a newfound confidence etched itself inside my skin, letting his desire fuel my own.
When my lips parted and a moan slipped out, he clenched his hands and almost reached out for me.
Instead, he palmed his impressive cock. God, I wanted it.
Wanted it in my mouth. Wanted him inside me.
The last time we’d found ourselves in this position, he promised me I’d feel him for days.
And he was right. With every step, in the back of my throat—every move I made reminded me how this man had destroyed all my notions about sex in one night.
“Fuck your fingers, Bri,” Damien muttered, still watching each of my movements.
As I slid my middle and index fingers inside myself, he growled.
“Yes, just like that. Feel that fucking perfect pussy? I can still remember it wrapped around me, making me lose my mind. Use your thumb too; play with that clit while you keeping fucking yourself.” I didn’t even hesitate, following his lead no matter where it might take me.
Now, all I could think about was the pleasure igniting my veins, the kind I was giving myself with Damien’s guidance.
“Add another finger, Bri.” I shook my head, and Damien just chuckled. “Don’t think you can? Come on, angel. You took this cock like it was made for you. You can take one more.”
I did as he asked, thrusting my fingers inside me. Normally, when I tried this, it was too hard to get out of my head, but with Damien’s words and the gruff timbre of his voice, I was already starting to tumble over the edge.
“Fuck, Bri. You’re too fucking gorgeous like that. You’re doing so good, angel. Such a good fucking girl, fucking your fingers like I asked.”
At his words, my walls crushed against my fingers, and my orgasm ripped through me, more intense than anything I’d ever experienced from my own hands. But even as my mind faded into the hums of pleasure, there was no mistaking the real cause—Damien.
As my throbbing core stilled, I pulled my fingers away, grimacing as I tried to stand to go to the kitchen.
But before my shame took over, Damien grabbed my wrist, bringing my damp fingers to his lips.
He hummed as he sucked them into his mouth like it was his favorite flavor.
Blush colored my cheeks as I stared at him, no longer as confident as I’d been only moments earlier.
Shame rushed through me, reminding me of sermons and lectures about the dangers of giving in to temptation. Sin. As much as I wanted to push those thoughts out of my mind, they were embedded deep in my subconscious.
When he released my hand, Damien intertwined our fingers, staring up at me as if he could read my insecurities. “Don’t run from this, Bri.”
“What we just did—”
“Was fucking perfect,” he answered for me. “Don’t let anyone shame you for owning your pleasure. Not with me. You’re too fucking beautiful when you come to ever believe there’s anything wrong with it.”
My eyes lifted and met his, searching for any hint of a lie. I knew better than to trust pretty promises whispered after dark, but it was different with Damien—an unbridled truth, begging me to let him in.
“You think I’m beautiful?”
Damien crushed his lips to my forehead. For a moment, I dared to imagine his lips on my mouth, to taste my flavor on his tongue.
He held me against his chest, his body chasing away any doubts about his words.
His racing pulse, his cock, thick and strained between us—everything screamed how much he wanted me.
“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever had in my arms,” he answered as he pulled back.
“I want to take a picture of you when you come and hang it over my bed.”
I chuckled, trying to hide the prickle of unease washing over me. “Might be a little awkward for anyone else climbing into it.”
Damien’s jaw tensed, the usual humor missing from his expression.
“I don’t want to think about that, not tonight.
” His hands reached down, cupping my thighs to lift me up.
My legs tightened around him, brushing his cock against my core.
As my mouth opened on a moan, Damien groaned with desperation. “Need you, Bri. Let me have you?”
I smirked up at him. “I thought you’d never ask.”