Chapter 21
TWENTY-ONE
No sooner had the words left Damien’s mouth, we collided.
Our hands, lips, tongues—every part of us was desperate for the other.
Every inch of skin was fair game. All except for our mouths, of course.
As much as I was dying to claim his kiss, I held back, knowing that was a firm line between us.
Despite everything we'd shared, kissing now felt too personal, too intimate. Almost as if the moment our mouths touched, emotions would get in the way, and we’d crash toward our inevitable end.
I pushed that thought out of my mind as Damien hands found the hem of my shirt, tossing it over my head into the corner of the bathroom. He groaned as he took in my black lace bra. “Fuck, Brianna.”
I tucked my lip between my teeth. “Like what you see?”
“More than you know,” Damien growled, his eyes turning darker with his desire.
But his touch was the opposite, slow and tantalizing.
By the time he trailed his thumb across my peaked bud, I was ready to beg for a rough touch.
“This is going to be fast and hard, Bri. Can’t risk any of the other guys hearing the sounds you make, and I'm definitely not going to risk any of them coming in here.”
My eyes widened with lust, and dampness coated the apex of my thighs. Damien cursed, reaching forward to untuck my lip from my teeth. “Or is that what you want, angel? You want someone to find you in here, getting fucked rough, just like you want it?”
I wanted to scream out no, wanted to insist what happened in here was for our eyes only, but the idea of someone walking in on me at Damien’s mercy made my whole body tense with need. Forcing my eyes up to meet his gaze, I smirked. “I might like that.”
“Might?” Damien chuckled, reaching to unbutton my jeans. He swore when he found my dampened panties. “This is more than might. What is it that turns you on, Bri? The idea of someone watching me fuck you? Or that we might get caught fooling around in Parker’s bathroom?”
“That one,” I whispered as his thumbs ran over my breasts. “That someone might walk in and find us together. Ruin our secret.”
Damien chuckled before closing his mouth around my nipple, flicking the peak with the tip of his tongue.
I clenched my lips together, desperately trying to hold back the moan building in the back of my throat.
He leaned back, running his hand over my thighs, reaching up to cup my core.
“That’s it. Gotta be a good girl and stay quiet for me.
Unless you’re ready to show everyone how well you take every single inch I give you? ”
“No,” I moaned right as his thumb pressed down on my swollen clit. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
“Good,” Damien said, continuing his ministrations. “Because if anyone hears us, we’re going to have to stop, even if you beg me. Can’t risk someone else walking in. I might take out one of my teammates if they see you naked and writhing for me, and I need them to win another championship.”
My mouth opened to argue, but Damien shifted, tugging off my underwear and jeans in one swoop.
His hands ran along my thighs, getting closer and closer to where I wanted him.
There was something so forbidden about this arrangement—me, naked in someone else’s bathroom while Damien remained fully dressed.
But before I could reach out, he spun me around and pressed my chest against the vanity.
I looked up, and all I could see was myself in the mirror, barely recognizing the wanton woman in the reflection.
As I tucked my gaze back down to the counter, Damien reached out and tugged on my hair.
“Don’t even think about it, Brianna. You’re not going to take your eyes off that mirror while I’m fucking you.
You need to see this, how fucking right we look together.
See why any man in the other room would die for a taste of you.
” His fingers swept through my core, and I groaned, arching my back to seek more of his touch.
Damien’s lips skirted along the curve of my neck.
“But you’re not going to let them have one, are you? ”
I shook my head no, still trying to shift my hips to get him inside me. But Damien just pulled back, nestling his chest against my exposed back. “That’s right. They don’t get to look, and they sure as fuck don’t get to touch you. That’s my job. Only me.”
With that, he tugged down his zipper, and I heard the telltale sound of foil ripping before he shoved inside me.
My head fell back at the sudden intrusion, loving the burn that accompanied Damien’s size.
When he was inside me, everything felt right—and along the way, I’d begun to crave the fullness he provided.
My eyes closed on instinct as he settled against my hips, waiting for the pace to increase—but Damien didn’t move, just resting his cock inside me.
My eyes snapped open, and I met his gaze in the mirror. He smirked back at me. “Told you, angel. You close your eyes, and I stop. Need those hazels on me as I fuck you.” His hand collided with my bare ass, the sudden burn against my skin making my insides tighten. “Do you understand, Bri?”
“Yes, Damien. Please. I’ll be good. I’ll be so good for you.”
“You always are.”
With that, Damien resumed his movements, keeping a brutal, frantic pace.
It was more hurried than we’d ever been before, and I had to grip the marble countertop to keep up with him, but every slide of his cock inside my core only pushed me closer to the edge until I could barely hang on.
Once his thumb darted down to my clit, I crashed over the edge, biting my lip to keep from screaming out his name.
“I got you,” Damien whispered as he covered my mouth with his large palm. Then, a primal scream unleashed from my soul, the sound muffled under his skin. It didn’t take long for Damien to crash with me, his cock slamming inside me in erratic thrusts.
By the time we both caught our breaths, our eyes met in the mirror, and I couldn’t hold back my laughter.
With pink painting our cheeks and my hair disheveled from Damien’s grip, anyone with eyes could tell what we’d gotten up to in this bathroom.
As he pulled away, I hissed, missing him already.
Damien cleaned himself up then ran a washcloth under the warm water.
He stepped back and ran it over my sensitive core.
I shifted, and he cursed under his breath. “Did I hurt you?”
The vulnerability in his words made me turn around to face him. “Not at all. I loved every second of it. Feel free to be that rough with me anytime.”
He studied my expression for any hint of a lie then shook his head. A smile played at the corner of his lips. “Gotta say, Bri, you shock me at every turn. Who knew the good girl liked to be fucked so dirty?”
“I didn’t,” I laughed. “But I’m really glad you showed me.”
Damien’s gaze softened as he looked at me then reached up to tuck a lock of my hair behind my ear. Even after everything we just shared, the subtle move made my pulse race, suddenly all too aware of the intimacy of his touch. “Damien, I—”
“Yo! Open up. I gotta take a piss.”
August’s voice broke through the tension, and I sobered, realizing I stood there naked, the rookie I’d spent most of the night with waiting on the other side of the door.
We’d spent almost an hour talking about our shared love of romance novels, and I’d been in the middle of my list of recommendations when I caught Damien’s annoyed glare across the room.
Maybe his jealousy should have turned me off, but truth be told, I relished in it.
For so long, I’d been ignored—taken for granted.
Knowing how much Damien wanted me was a powerful aphrodisiac.
Damien helped me scoop up my clothes, and I hurried to get dressed. As August pounded on the door, I frowned at Damien. “How are we going to play this?”
He ran his hand over his face. “You owe me for this.” Before I could ask what he meant, he yelled out over August’s bangs. “Trust me, man. Find another bathroom. That chili fucked up my stomach.”
“Seriously, cap?”
“Get the fuck out of here, Auggie!”
A string of grumbled curses echoed from the other side of the door, and I had to press my hand down harder to hide my giggles. As soon as the footsteps faded in the distance, I reached up on my tiptoes and kissed Damien’s cheek. “Thank you for covering for us.”
He reached out and tugged me right against his chest. “Oh, trust me, Bri. You’re going to make it up to me next time.”
“Next time?”
“Fuck yes,” Damien growled as he palmed my ass. “And you’re going to be in my bed so I can hear all of your pretty screams.”