Chapter Nine • Kiss It Better • Damien #2
“You totally do. Don’t even try to deny it,” I say, making like I’m going to pull away from her. “You are a slut-shamer.”
“I am not!” she says, her fingers tightening around mine. She hugs my forearm to her chest. “I’m just saying, you don’t have to sugar coat stuff for me. I’m cool with casual things. I mean—that’s all I really get, it seems like.”
“Oh?”
“Wait. We’re not talking about my sex life.
We’re talking about yours,” she says, letting me go and scurrying to the waffle iron just in time to take out a perfectly golden waffle and put it on a plate she’s set out.
Her back is facing me again, but I can see the faint pink of the shell of her ear.
“So—sex thing. What’s the weird sex thing? ”
Man, where to start with that one? Maybe I should just send her my FetLife account and call it a day. Do I talk about the primal kink? The pleasure Dom thing? What if she doesn’t think any of that is weird? I mean, we were talking about foot fetishes and blood kinks yesterday.
Worse still, what if she does think what I divulge is weird? What if I ruin my chances with her before we even start?
Then I think of Oren. And something I discussed with him. I think of the adorably breathless way she spoke when Oren joined us outside the venue. The way her pewter eyes flitted between us like she was flustered and overwhelmed.
I think I might have just the thing to share.
I come up behind her as she spoons the perfect amount of batter onto the waffle iron and shuts it.
I slip my thumb into the delicate hair at the nape of her neck, bracing it there as I let the rest of my fingers fall to the slope of her shoulder.
She stiffens under my touch, not in an uncomfortable way; it’s the way that someone stills when they’re waiting for what comes next.
I love that. It’s my favorite way a woman can react to me—like she’s waiting to see how we unfold into each other. Waiting for instruction.
My body tingles as I smooth my hand up the side of her neck, then curl it around the front of her throat until my thumb and index finger press into the pulse points on either side, just below her jaw.
I wait for any signs of discomfort, but she goes loose under my touch, leaning back against my chest as her heartbeat hammers against my fingertips.
Oh yeah. She likes this. She likes it a lot. And my cock twitches with the desire to give her more, more, more.
I squeeze my thumb and index finger just a little bit, and she pulls in a soft breath. I lean down so that my mouth is right next to her flushed ear, something she has already responded very well to during our night out.
“Me and the guys? We’re pretty open with each other,” I whisper, letting my lips brush the sensitive skin and the piercings at her cartilage.
I feel her throat bob against the palm of my hand, hear her tongue in the seat of her mouth as she whispers out a stammered, “O-oh?”
I can tell she’s trying to sound as casual as she can. She’s failing.
“Mhmn,” I tell her. “Talking about our hookups. Fucking in the same room. Sharing.”
I smile as I feel her throat bob with a swallow again. I wonder if she notices that she lifts herself up onto her toes a little when my fingers squeeze a little tighter “Sharing... supplies?” she asks. “Like, condoms and lube and stuff like that?”
“Stuff like that,” I say with nod she can’t see. “And you know. Partners.” I add as if it’s just as benign as the other two.
Her skin is blazing hot under my hand.
“Would it be weird if I told you that Oren and I may have negotiated sharing you if you were so inclined?” I ask with just a hint of the sadistic humor that always seems to come along with my own desire.
I feel a wicked smile curve my lips as they brush her ear again. “That would be weird, wouldn’t it?”
“S-super weird,” she chokes out.
I withdraw my hand from where I pressed it into her pulse points, backing away from her and slipping my fists in my pockets as I lean against the doorway.
“Anyway,” I say, immediately shifting back to the casual warmth I’ve maintained with her all day, feeling a giddy sort of tension throughout my whole body as I leave her high and dry.
“There’s your requested allotment of weirdness.
Kind of a steal, if you ask me. Your turn. ”
I’m such a bastard. I know I’m a bastard.
But, I can’t lie: as I watch the subtle tremor in her hands as she frees another waffle from the iron, I can’t help but bask in the chaos I’ve left her with.
Imagining her mind racing through the images of taking my cock in her mouth while Oren fucks her round, ample ass has me adjusting myself while her back is turned to me.
I watch her body for the subtle tells. Watch her squeeze her thighs closer together, see the little stretch of her shoulders and torso as that little flip goes through her stomach. The same that curls through my own stomach.
Something a little feral warms up inside of me. Something a little mean in the best way. I want to make her squirm, make her beg and then make her come, again and again and again.
“Lil-lith,” I say in a playful sing-song. “Your turn.” I repeat.