Chapter 22 #2
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
On my hands and knees, he ran his fingers from my clit, down through my slit. “Could you be any more perfect?”
I was ready to combust from the heat of his gaze. His praise eliminated any embarrassment as I lay bared to him.
He pushed back inside me slowly until he filled me to the hilt, pushing every delicious inch of him deeper.
When he began to move, his fingers grazed my neck before he grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to expose my throat. I shuddered and groaned as he bit my shoulder, and I pushed back against him, meeting his hips.
“Harder,” I breathed out.
He growled appreciatively before letting go and placing both hands on my hips as his pace quickened.
“I’ve wanted you from the first moment I saw you.”
I was so drunk off the feel of him, I couldn’t answer.
“Claiming you and this sweet pussy for myself is all I’ve thought of for months. You have no idea what you’ve done to me.”
A shiver ran down my skin, my nipples pebbling from his words.
The sound of bodies moving against each other echoed in the room as he gave me the pounding I’d asked for. I was close, my need for Damien and his cock growing more desperate with each second.
When he rubbed his fingers against my clit, that was all I needed to fall over the edge once again.
“Damien…” I moaned as I clenched around him.
“Fuck… me…” He stiffened as he found his release with mine, and I milked him for every ounce of cum.
We collapsed on the bed in a heap of tangled limbs, both of us breathing heavily.
Damien rolled over on his back, and I followed, resting my head on his chest.
“Can you imagine if we’d given in to this … urge… this past summer? We could have been having the best sex this entire time.”
I chuckled. “Who would have thought?”
He was right, though. That was the most incredible sex I’d ever had. Elijah never carried a single ounce of the passion and desire Damien had for me. It had always been so mechanical, even in college when things were supposed to be fun and experimental.
But Damien knew exactly how to play my body to the tune he wanted.
We fell into a comfortable silence, lying in each other’s arms, still glowing from the post-orgasm bliss.
My eyes grew heavy. To be honest, I was absolutely exhausted.
After Jade and I woke up yesterday, she’d strong armed me into picking a flight to Cali. The best we’d found was the one I caught this afternoon. But I hadn’t slept a wink last night. The anxious jitters of the impromptu trip had kept me tossing and turning till morning.
It had gotten so bad that Jade had threatened to kick me out of my own bed.
But now, as I lay here with my naked body flush against Damien’s as his fingers ran circles on my shoulder, it had all been worth it. It still didn’t change the fact that my shitty night of sleep, the time zone jump, and the two explosive orgasms had me feeling a bit like a zombie.
“I never thought this would happen.” His words startled me. I must have dozed off. I moved my head to look up at him, and he smiled apologetically. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you’d fallen asleep.”
I curled against him, snuggling in as I ran my hand over his stomach and chest. I never realized how big he was. His body was toned and strong, and while he moved around on stage, he filled the space like he was meant to be there. But now, I felt small in his arms.
He grabbed my hand and threaded his fingers through mine. “Keep touching me like that, and round two will be here sooner than you can say double trouble.”
“I’m not saying no to that. In fact, I’d be offended if you didn’t at least try.”
He laughed. “How about I feed you something first, and then we can discuss our options for dessert.”
I pushed myself up onto my elbows with a grin. “I like that idea. But can we order pizza?”
He groaned. “You know how I feel about pizza.”
“And you know how I feel about pizza.”
He leaned forward and captured my lips with his.
This kiss was the complete opposite of our first. He ran his hand up from my shoulder and toyed with my hair. His tongue lazily caressed mine, telling me he was in no hurry to end it.
He was tasting me this time, sipping me like a fine scotch.
Pulling back, his gaze swept over me. I was close enough now that I could see the flecks of gray in those bright blue eyes. “Now that I’ve tasted you, I only want more.”
“It goes both ways,” I said as I leaned forward, eager to have his lips on me again.
He growled as he sucked my lower lip into his mouth. “We are never going to get food.”
“Pizza can be delivered to the room, and while we wait, there is plenty of time for kissing.”
“You’ve convinced me. Pizza it is.”
With one last kiss, he moved off the bed and away from me, grabbing his sweatpants, and putting them on.
I let out a whine of protest, I didn’t want him to cover up. I was finally getting to see all the goods he was packing—and boy were they impressive.
He looked at me, amused. “To keep the temptation at bay.”
I rolled my eyes with a huff. “Fine.”
I reached for the shirt he’d taken off and pulled it over me. The soft fabric made my skin tingle, and it still smelled like him.
His gaze narrowed. “I like the way you look in my shirt.”
“It’s too bad you haven’t seen me sleep in your sweatshirt.”
“You sleep in it? Lucky bastard has been touching your skin this whole time?”
I lifted a shoulder. “I don’t like to be cold. It comes in handy.”
“God dammit. I’ve never been so jealous of a piece of fabric before. So this is why you haven’t given it back, hm?”
It didn’t pass my notice that his cock was half erect, pushing against the cotton fabric of the sweats, and my desire from earlier returned. The muscles in my lower belly tightened. I could still feel him inside me, his hands on my skin, his tongue on my nipple.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I’m like a damn nympho.
But Damien turned away from me and picked up his cell phone. I took a deep breath, trying to focus my wayward thoughts.
“Any topping requests?”
“How about pepperoni and green peppers? Can you add mushrooms for me?”
“You remembered.”
“Duh.”
He shook his head as his fingers flew across the screen on his phone. A few moments later, he set it down. “It will be here in thirty. I’ll have to meet them in the lobby.”
I stood from the bed and approached him. “I’ll walk down there with you,” I paused. “What kind of trouble can we get into in thirty minutes?”
“I’m sure there’s plenty,” he said.
Standing on my tip toes, I slid my hands up his shoulders, trying to press myself against him.
His warm hands moved down the fabric covering my back, over my butt, and around my thighs before he picked me up. I wrapped around him like a python, hanging on for dear life. He never let our lips part as he walked us to the bed.
He was an excellent multitasker.
Sitting on the edge with me in his lap, our kiss grew even more heated. Sloppy and impatient, while I tried to taste every inch of his mouth with my tongue.
I moved my hips against him, feeling his cock standing at full attention now. Letting out a small whimper, I rocked against him.
“Again,” he demanded, and I did without hesitation. “Are you wet for me? Soaked from the thought of my dick inside you, making you moan as you come?”
I nodded.
I was.
Absolutely.
The lusty haze was beginning to surround me again, and when it did, I didn’t care how I got my pleasure as long as I received it.
“Mm. Good girl.”
He held my neck, angling my head so his kiss could go deeper, while the other squeezed my upper thigh.
When that hand began to move toward my center, I shivered uncontrollably, only making him chuckle.
I was putty in his hands. Pliable and ready to be molded into whatever he desired.
He moved his mouth, trailing kisses down my chin to my neck and then pulling on my earlobe.
I arched into him, the fabric from his tee adding delicious friction on my erect nipples.
“What do you want, Cay?”
My nickname fell from his lips with ease, making me feel even closer to him.
“Tell me what you want. Anything.” Damien ran his nose along my jaw.
Fire burned inside me once again. It flowed through my veins, making me bold and immodest.
“Touch me.” His fingers brushed against my pubic bone, not near enough to where I wanted him.
“Do. Better.”
I ached for him with a craving I’d never experienced before. He unlocked something within me, a part that was asleep until I met him. My head spun from the intense yearning that sat deep in my gut.
So, I gave him exactly what he asked for.
“Rub your thumb against my clit and put two fingers in me.”
He nibbled on my neck as he said, “Only two?”
I writhed in anticipation. “For now…”
He rumbled in approval before finally pushing inside me.
Letting my head fall back, I cried out as I tightened around his fingers. “God, yes.”
I couldn’t stop myself from moving my hips with him, riding his hand in search of my orgasm.
I was completely lost in the fog of pleasure. The only thing I was aware of was Damien and the pure ecstasy he was giving me.
There was no saving me now.
“Put your hand on me. Grab my boob, squeeze my nipple.”
He moved under my shirt and grabbed my right breast and squeezed as he pulled the other between his teeth through the fabric.
He inserted a third finger and pleasure rippled inside me, so intense I felt my pussy clench as an orgasm ripped through me.
“Yes… Damien… Yes!”
As I came down, I slumped against him, even more exhausted than I’d been before. Damien peppered light kisses against the side of my head.
Leaning away from him, I watched as he pulled his fingers from me and placed them in his mouth, sucking my cum off with a wide grin. “This will have to tide me over until dessert.”
God. Fucking. Dammit.
Why was everything he did so damn erotic? My body was coming down from an orgasm, and I was already ready for more.
Warmth rose in my cheeks, and I tried to move off his lap, but he grabbed me by the back of my neck and kissed me instead. “That was amazing,” he said against my lips. “I love giving you pleasure.”
And I loved receiving it from him.
He stood, adjusting his erection that looked painfully hard and slid his feet into his sandals. Holding his hand out, he said, “I need my shirt.”
“No way, you’re not getting this back. It’s mine now.”
“Is this how it’s going to be? You stealing my clothes?”
I didn’t miss the grin that creeped onto his lips. I lifted the hem of the shirt, just a little. “Probably, but if you must have this shirt, I can grab another… although… I could always go shirtless if you prefer. It’s acceptable to walk around in a bra in LA, right? Fashionable, even.”
“Hell no. Cover that sinfully sexy body of yours.” He laughed again, and I’d never tire of hearing that sound. “That’s not something I ever thought I’d say.”
“That I have a sinfully sexy body?”
Damien leaned in, putting his forehead against mine.
“No, that I’d tell you to cover up. I want everyone around to know that you are mine and I’m the one putting that beautiful smile on your face, but that doesn’t mean I want to share everything that belongs to me.
So sit your ass down and don’t you dare put anything else on. I’ll grab the pizza.”
Planting a quick kiss on my forehead, he pulled a shirt from his duffel and walked out the door.
He left me frozen in place while an inferno overheated me from the inside out.