Chapter 19
DAMON
I kick back, drink in hand, legs open, cock growing hard at the thought of what I’d like to do to her next.
Right now, she’s swimming.
A trickle of moonlight glows in the background, and the water ripples from her smooth, rhythmic moves when a loud noise booms in the house.
It's the main door.
Soon after, a car engine roars, the vehicle moving rapidly away from the house.
Henrietta has left the building.
We could end this right now. She could tell me where the money is, hand it to me, and just let me be.
She’d get a divorce from me, cutely wrapped in a bow.
She says she doesn’t have it.
That much money? I find it hard to believe.
That’s the other reason we got married.
Surely, she had to say yes to my proposal with the barrel of a gun pressed to her head. The priest knows me––didn’t mind it. And let’s say there wasn’t much audience in the room.
Let’s also say this.
I can’t stand people stealing from me.
Worse than that, I despise those people I have put trust into claiming what’s mine.
But to have someone I trusted steal from me, then run away and spend the money with another man?
That’s the ultimate offense in my view.
She denied another man was involved. I didn’t believe her then. I don’t believe her now.
Her main argument was that she had no money on her when she married Lila’s father.
Just because she didn’t have any money on her doesn’t mean she didn’t have it.
She bamboozled the poor guy, convinced him to marry her, and lay low to see if she could get away with it.
I still think this is about another man, her getting back at me for whatever we had quarreled over in the past, and her ambitious plan to undermine me.
Yeah. I’m not buying it.
My thoughts are shattered when Lila walks out of the pool.
She runs a towel over her body and lets her hair down.
“You can take it off,” I say, pointing to her swimsuit.
“Are we alone?”
I flick my chin down.
“Yes. And she’s not coming back,” I say.
“How do you know?”
“I just do. Strip and come to me.”
She removes her bra with a pang of hesitation.
“Those too,” I say, pointing to her panties.
She takes them off while I open my fly and free my erection. It bounces up––perfect for her to take into her mouth.
Her eyes glint with a smile as she walks to me, naked.
I finish unbuttoning my skirt and untucking it before I unfasten my belt and push my pants down slightly.
“Start with whatever you want,” I murmur, watching her through my eyelashes.
I bet she’s blushing.
I bet she’s thinking about taking me into her mouth first.
I hope she is.
I wrap my fist around my erection, watching her lower herself between my legs.
She sets her knees onto a folded towel, while I have a perfect visual of her.
Long hair, perky breasts, luscious lips, glinting eyes.
She’s so beautiful in the moonlight.
She is so not my type.
She was so right about us being mismatched.
Still our chemistry is off the charts.
Still she can’t say no to me. And she can’t stop herself from wanting me. She comes whenever I touch her.
Is that the main ingredient of a good relationship? No.
But it’s a good indicator of where we’re headed.
Even if it’s only lust and pleasure.
There may come a day, though, when lusting after each other won’t be enough. When she might wake up in the morning, glance in the mirror, and figure out that she might like to start a new job and date the guy in accounting. Or the veterinarian. Or the dentist.
Or the guy who fixes her car.
No matter how much power I had at that point, it would mean nothing against her decision.
Who am I to sentence her to a life of danger just because she’s gotten entangled in this story?
I first heard of her from Henrietta. I saw a picture of her––a picture that didn’t do her justice.
But this has never been about her looks. It’s always been about her being different.
I tested her. Played with her right from the get-go because I wanted to see her reactions. Her puzzlement. Her insecurities.
I wanted to see how easy it was to make her open her legs and experience something she’d never thought she could experience.
It was fun.
It is fun.
It was satisfying to see her dwell. To watch her get derailed and not be able to date the guys that she had always wanted to date.
I wanted to give her a taste of something strong, so she could never go back to her safe, lukewarm guys.
We’ll see where we’re getting with this.
We’ll see if there’s more for us, or if we’ll need to say goodbye to each other and wonder what would’ve been if we found the courage to burn ourselves through the end.
Her touch makes me quietly grunt. She’s learned a thing or two.
She’s holding my dick with both hands, her eyes fixed on mine, her mouth wrapped around me, her hands moving as she bobs her head.
My cock stirs against her wet mouth, and my balls are already drawn tight.
That’s how much I like it.
Holding the root of my shaft with one hand, she slides her fist up and down and pulls me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around me at the same time.
Her cheeks turn hollow as she sucks on me and moves her tongue over the chiseled head.
I push against her mouth to show her how much I enjoy it.
Her nipples get hard.
“Come on top of me,” I say. “Turn around.”
She opens her legs, moves her ass to my face, and takes me into her mouth again. This time I watch her mouth slide down, her hand moving.
My mouth waters as I grip her hips and set her straight to my mouth.
The first time I lick her pussy from behind, she shudders and loses her rhythm.
“Whatever you do, don’t stop. I want to come in your mouth. And I want you to come on my face. I want to feel your quivering insides around my fingers.”
I rock my hips against her mouth, and thrust a finger into her. And then another one.
Her juices drip down my fingers before I lick her entrance clean.
She rolls her hips against my mouth.
“Perfect,” I say, circling her clit, sliding my fingers into her, then my tongue, then sucking on her until she loses control.
She pulls me deeper and deeper, making me hit the back of her throat a few times.
She gags, yet she doesn’t stop.
She wants me to blast my load into her mouth, and honestly, I’m right there, tension swirling in my groin, rock hard.
She picks up the pace, and I roll my hips faster while she arches her spine and quickly moves her hips.
We both come at the same time, holding onto each other to prolong the pleasure surge for as long as we can.
The club can wait for me another hour. I’m not ready to leave yet.
LILA
Something’s different about him.
Honestly, the first thing that had crossed my mind when I heard his steps across the corridor about an hour ago was that he was coming to me to reprimand me, spank me, or lock me in that room again.
Actually, it was worse than that. I thought he’d come to me and blame me for ruining his efforts to keep Henrietta away from us. I was so freaked out that my father’s second wife would go ballistic on me.
None of that happened.
Damon’s demeanor was unusual.
I didn’t expect him to be so calm. I didn’t think he’d invite me to spend some time with him at the pool.
Something must’ve happened between the two of them. How else can I explain that he’s no longer concerned with how this looks?
It looks how it looks. Right now it looks beyond incriminating.
My mouth is filled by him.
His mouth is pressed between my legs.
He likes to do this to me. He doesn’t hold anything back.
And maybe that’s what’s different about him.
He bites the inside of my thigh, and that’s my clue to turn around.
His eyes look smoldering hot in the moonlight, with his eyelids lowered and a secret smile.
Propped on my knees next to him, I study him.
“Has anyone ever told you how sexy you are?” I say, massaging his cock to get him hard again.
“A few people,” he jokes. “Never a woman.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“Believe me. Come,” he says, signaling to me to straddle him.
He wraps his hand around his cock and within seconds he holds it up and tilts his chin to me to slide down.
“Let’s not waste our time talking,” he says.
I lower myself.
He fills me up.
I grind on him.
“I loved how you felt tonight,” I say.
I sound melancholic as if something bad happened.
He searches my eyes.
“Are you all right?”
“Yeah.”
“You felt good, too.”
I smile, my hands pressed to his chest.
“You truly enjoy this,” I murmur.
“I wouldn’t do it if I didn’t.”
I lower my head to him and start kissing him, still grinding on him. He kisses me back, slowly and tenderly, so different than how he was with me before.
He moves his hands up my back, down my ass, and to my boobs.
He likes to have it all.
To feel me against him, to learn the way my body expands into a curve, narrows into a valley, creates a myriad of possibilities for his touch.
He likes to kiss me too.
It’s a new feeling. It feels like we’re connecting, starting a new chapter in our story.
Am I nostalgic because we’re going through these phases too fast, perhaps?
I absolutely am.
One day, he might come to me, realizing I’ve outgrown his life, and we are more different than we thought.
That’s what crosses my mind when he nudges me off, peels off his pants and shirt, and slides his hard length into me, his eyes locked with mine.
We broke a rule tonight, maybe more.
Looking at me while fucking me has become possible, no longer restricted by a distant past that has nothing to do with me.
I’m hardly the one to keep score, but having him on top of me, claiming me as if I’m his, and kissing at the same time makes me want him even more.
Trust him even more.
Miracles do happen.
I wind my arms around his neck as he rams into me even harder.
We almost break the lounging chair as we experience pleasure.
Despite what he said about being in a hurry, he lets me fall asleep in his arms, and only later does he pull away from me, fixes his clothes, kisses me, and walks away, heading to the club.