Chapter 28
DAMIAN
Ithought I was going to be able to maintain control. When we were talking emotionally about the future and the past, neither of us acknowledged my rod was as hard as steel the whole damn time.
When I feel the heat radiating from her core, I know I’ve lost the battle. She gasps and buries her face in my shoulder. I push her legs apart, palming her pussy. My dick pushes against the thick perfection of her ass through the robe.
She shifts her hips, grinding against me. Making me fucking crazy.
I don’t keep watch. I don’t think of my best friend. I don’t think of the killing, the blood, and the pain.
All that matters is Celine.
Bracing her back, I rub the heel of my palm up and down her slickness. She moans against my neck, her warm breath adding to the pleasure.
I fucking love the way her breath hitches when I move my hand even faster, adding more hungry, no—starving pressure. My cock twinges like it might explode right now. But there’s no damn way I’m going to spill into my pants when her tight, slick pussy is waiting for me.
She opens her mouth and bites down on my shoulder, gasping as I pump my hand faster, giving her needy nub all the attention she deserves.
The voice telling me to stop, telling me this is a mistake… it’s a distant dream. So far in the background, it might as well not exist.
She gasps when I stand, lifting her up at the same time. As I carry her to the couch, I toy with her pussy. Stroke her clit and slide down to her hole, circling her soaked entrance with my finger. Never stopping the attention. Like a small break might shatter the spell.
I sit her on the couch, then kneel. Grab her legs and pull against me so that her thighs are resting on my shoulders and I’ve got the perfect view of her pink and excited pussy.
She wraps her legs around my head, links her ankles, as if she knows I might come to my senses and pull away. As if this is the last thing she wants. Even if she knows it’s the thing we should do.
But hell, I’m not pulling away.
I greedily press my face against her sex and open my mouth wide. Turn my tongue into an artist’s brush and stroke all over her lips, moving from her clit to her hole and then back again. Letting her feel every lingering tongue stroke. Painting her pussy with my need like a fucking canvas.
I slip my hands between her and the couch, taking big juicy handfuls of her ass. Her curves make me wild. Groaning noises escape me despite the fact that her brother is upstairs, could come down here and catch us any second.
We haven’t even closed the goddamn door. But stopping to do that feels wrong somehow.
I kiss her clit, suck it. Then harden my tongue so that I can fuck her tight tunnel with my mouth. She lets out a cry, quickly covering her mouth when I move my face back and forth.
At the same time, I let go of her ass with one hand. Bring my fingers to her clit and rub furiously as I tongue-fuck her perfect passage. Her hips move unstoppably, driven by pure instinct, pure lust.
She smooths her hand through my hair with one hand. With the other, she grabs a cushion and brings it to her face. Bites down and muffles her moans of pleasure in it.
I know her release is coming from the way her body stiffens up. The moans stop, and her hand opens and closes on my head. Fingernails brushing against my scalp as I tongue fuck her and massage her nub.
She squeezes her thighs tighter around me. I shudder all over in response. I taste the difference in her slit. The perfection of her release flowing over my tongue and mouth.
She bucks her hips, moaning again.
Finally, she lets the cushion fall to the side, staring down at me, face red and eyes glistening with tears of release.
When she stands, I think she’s going to tell me we have to stop. Instead, she grabs my shirt and lifts it over my head. Next, she takes my shorts and tugs on them, yanking them down. She does the same to my underwear, then grabs my shoulders and spins me to the couch.
She pushes against my chest. I sit heavily, my cock solid, pointing straight up so that precome slides down my length.
I almost lose it when she strips her robe off. There’s something so hot about the way she does it. Any remnants of the nerves she felt our first time melt away.
She stands naked in front of me, her mounds bouncy and thick, her peaks taut with desire. Her thighs glimmering from release and yet ready for more.
She climbs atop me, mounting me. My hands go to her hips, squeeze eager handfuls of her. She sits up, gliding her soaked folds up and down my cock. When my tip pushes against her entrance, she gasps, clinging to the back of my neck.
She leans up again.
“Are you tuh-teasing me?” I snarl.
She smiles, confident and beautiful. Leans down and kisses my tip with her hot entrance.
She’s in charge now. All I can do is hold on tight to her hips.
But when she teases me a third time, I can’t take it anymore. Keeping one hand on her hip, I grab my aching shaft and guide it to her entrance. She moans as I push her down and arch up at the same time.
She whimpers as my cock claims her tunnel, as she clamps tightly around me and holds on for dear fucking life. She sinks against my chest, then her breasts bounce as she rides… as she bounces up and down and owns my dick as much as I own her soppy slit.
Her moans send tingles all down my body, making my balls swell with release.
I almost lose it when I see our reflection in the TV screen.
Her ass jiggles and shakes each time she leans up and then sits down.
I thrust in time with her, pumping my hips, every inch of my length aching as the tight glove of her pussy squeezes me harder.
With more hunger. Like every atom of her curvy, perfect body is eager for me to explode inside of her.
We try to be quiet. But that’s the only concession we make to the fact Julian is sleeping upstairs.
We don’t stop. We don’t doubt.
When she leans back and runs her hand through her hair, owning this moment, hot release pushes right against my tip. I watch her in awe as she confidently rides my cock.
My hands rest on her hips, but I don’t move her. She moves herself. She bounces up and down so fast, and hard, I’m sure any second it’s going to be over.
My resolve is going to melt away.
I need to feel her come. I need to feel her tunnel pulsing and squeezing around my cock before I let myself go.
Which means it’s probably not a good idea to lean forward and push her tits together. Bury my face in them and suck her needy nipples. She makes a muffled moaning sound that tells me this adds to her pleasure.
I keep sucking, and then gently nibble on her peaks. She sinks her fingernails into the back of my neck and rides me hard.
I love how confident she is. I love how she takes control. I love how, despite what she’s been through, she owns this damn moment. Owns me.
Finally, she collapses against me. I wrap my arms around her and start pumping my hips again, faster this time, so quick the couch protests. We’re being too loud. But somehow, it doesn’t matter. I rock my hips and arch up into her.
Her tightness clenches. A pause.
Then she’s seeping her release all down my dick. She struggles to contain her moans, her thighs shifting in time with the quick pumps of my tingling cock.
Soon she can’t move in time with me. She collapses, and I ragdoll her, fucking her hard. Her pussy makes glorious wet noises.
She leans back again once she’s done, still pulsating with the tremors of the release.
“Your… turn,” she moans. She tilts her head. “What are you looking at?”
“The—TV,” I force the words out. “Your—reflection. Fuck… your ass, Celine. Your perfect, juicy fucking ass.”
“You want my ass?” she moans.
“The way it bounces…”
She swallows, turns away.
I grip her chin. Make her face me again. “What’s wrong?” I growl.
“It’s just… my scar…”
“Your scar is part of you,” I snap.
She smiles, then says, “… Do it, baby.”
Like I need more encouragement.
I gently pull her from my lap and stand. My cock protests with a shudder when she’s no longer gripping me.
She perches on the couch, gripping the material and looking at me over her shoulder. I stumble toward her, my cock bobbing, her release making me shine from tip to base.
When I slip inside of her, and her ass flattens against my hips, my mind grows cloudy. The swaying of her ass makes me savage in a way that’s extreme even for us.
I hook my hands between her stomach and her thighs and pull her toward me. Make her ass bounce with each thrust.
I can’t do this for long. Her ass is swaying too enticingly, her hips guiding the movements. I stare in complete awe and hunger down at her, my cock on fire, release gathering like a nuke about to go off.
She nods encouragingly at me. Like she can feel my come ready to erupt into her, and she wants every last drop.
I collapse on top of her, my chest lying against her scarred and beautiful back. Wrapping my arm around her, my forearm presses across her breasts, letting me feel her voluptuousness as I drive us closer to an explosion.
During the final moments, I have to bite down on her shoulder. She whimpers and bites the couch. Come surges out of my tip, a buzzing sensation that shrinks the entire universe down to this moment. Down to us.
She collapses onto the couch, taking me with her.
We end up in a messy heap with my cock pounding into her as wave after wave of come flows out of me. I let go of her shoulder, kiss the place I’ve bitten, as my manhood begins to wilt.
The spell finally shatters when she leans up and looks at the door. Checks that her big brother didn’t just walk in on us. Because honestly, neither of us would’ve had a goddamn clue.
“Were we too loud?” she whispers anxiously.
“I don’t think so,” I say, feeling worse than I have after any job.
We crossed a line before when we just had sex. Having sex with Julian in the house, after all the mayhem, without his approval…
It’s undeniably worse.
“You should get dressed,” she says.
She’s right. I stand and find my clothes. As I get dressed, she slips into her robe and tugs it tightly around herself. Even with our release so close, there’s still hunger in me. My manhood throbs, and I know I could grow hard again if I let myself.
It wouldn’t take much. Just focus on the shape of her body through the robe, her big, beautiful mounds, her thick thighs…
Fuck. It’s happening.
I hurry over to the window, almost hoping there are some motherfuckers out there. At least that’s a straightforward problem I can handle.
“Anything?” she asks.
“No,” I tell her. “The street is quiet.”
I glance over my shoulder. Big mistake. She’s on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, giving me a glimpse of her nakedness beneath the robe.
“I can’t believe we did that,” she murmurs.
“I can.” I groan. “What I can’t believe is that we risked that, risked him hearing, and I want to do it again.”
“Yeah. That’s a trip.” She says nothing for a long time. Then, “Did you mean what you said? About a family… a future?”
“I don’t want to push you too fast,” I snarl. “I’m not a dater, never had a proper relationship.”
She makes a tsk sound. “You expect me to believe you were a virgin before I came along?”
“I wouldn’t insult you by saying that,” I tell her. “We’re both grownups here. We’ve both got pasts. But as for real relationships that mean something to me, a connection that goes beyond trying… trying to feel human, Celine, no, I’ve had nothing.”
“Me neither,” she murmurs. “So–did you mean it?”
“I meant it. But there’s too much between that and now to think about it. And Celine…” I hesitate.
Even without looking at her, I can feel her glaring at me. “Don’t go shy on me now, Grinch.”
“You don’t know how you’ll feel once this is all over. You’ve been through a lot.”
“Please don’t talk down to me,” she snaps.
“We’ve dated hell, not even dated… for a week. If that.” I sigh.
“Are you saying you’re unsure?”
“I’m saying life isn’t a fairytale.”
Though with her, it sometimes feels like it is.
“You’re probably right,” she murmurs. “A few hours after I almost died, now isn’t the time to be making life-changing decisions.”
“Exactly.”
“But for the record, I won’t change my mind.”
Neither will I.
But I don’t say that.
I have to at least pretend I’m trying to be the best friend Julian deserves.
Even if he did betray me.
Somehow, sleeping with his sister twice feels worse than him agreeing to take my life.