Chapter 17 – Damian
Chapter Seventeen
Damian
Iset Cove down on the mattress.
She ends up on her knees, looking up at me from under her dark blonde lashes. Her warm fingers come to rest on my stomach, and she traces them down my abs until she bumps into my waistband. “Your pants are in the way.”
“I have to get my boots off first.” I stretch down, tugging them off.
For whatever reason, wardrobe loves to stick me in unlaced boots, like leaving them hanging open makes it seem more “rock-star life” or something.
Luckily, these have a band under the tongue that keeps them from sliding off as I walk.
I take my socks off for good measure and shake out of my shirt, tossing it in the corner. Only, I’m still in my beanie, so I tug that off too.
By the time I focus back on Cove, she’s peeling herself out of everything except her bra and panties.
They’re black and lacy.
I fight the urge to shiver.
It’s one of my no-go textures.
Lace is right up there with velvet when it comes to my least favorite materials.
Jesus, get yourself together.
People see me on stage and think I must have a glamorous life. In reality, my brain is my worst enemy.
Cove stretches up on her knees, wrapping a hand around my lower back.
I can do this.
I’ll focus on her and ignore the uncomfortable scratchy feeling that comes from the horrendous material.
My hair falls into my eyes as I lean down to kiss her. She once again proves she’s more capable than I am, pulling my belt free of my leather pants and chucking it aside while still managing to kiss me breathless.
I’m unprepared for it when she tugs me closer, and I fall on top of her. She relocates her legs from under me while I get the hang of holding myself up on a forearm.
My hand falls to her face, brushing her hair back. “You’re so fucking pretty.”
“That’s a good start,” Declan says, closing the door behind him. “Kissing, grinding, tender touches… You’ll get the hang of it in no time.”
Cove’s hands land on my ass, tugging me closer. It’s like she wants my weight pushing into her.
I lower onto her, still lost to the meeting of our mouths. She’s hot to the point it heats my front, and I’m so distracted that I can’t even focus on how much I hate the feeling of the lace.
My cock is a sticky, leaking mess, desperate for some relief, but I’d imagine she is too.
Breathing while kissing is more complicated than I realized, or maybe I suck at multitasking.
Cove seems to be doing fine.
Every time I suck down a gulp of her pheromones, my head gets foggier until I’m mimicking fucking her, but we’re both still clothed.
Kinda.
I have these miserable leather pants on while she’s in her bra and barely-there panties.
“I need more,” Cove chokes out, pulling back from our kiss. Her cheeks are pink, and she’s so warm compared to me.
Maybe I should have let Declan go for Ravvi.
I’m not opposed to the idea of having sex with Cove. My dick is fully on board, and he’s usually unimpressed with the idea of physical intimacy. However, I’m not sure I want to hurt my brother like that. If he was here and participating, it would be one thing.
My head whips to the side as Declan climbs onto the mattress, stretching out next to us.
“Roll next to her like I am.” He bumps his arm against mine until I follow his instruction. He cradles Cove’s jaw in his massive hand, and she twists her head until she can look at him. “We’re going to take care of you.”
I wish I had his conviction.
I took the alpha and omega dynamics classes, but my brain is a big giant blank. All the important information they had us memorize is gone.
Declan’s fingers dig into Cove’s jaw as he kisses her, and I feel like a creep, lying here watching. It is hot, though, especially with the way he rakes his teeth over her bottom lip.
A low growl rattles out of his chest, and I frown as he grabs her hand, removing it from his cock.
“This is about you,” Declan says, nuzzling his nose to hers as he pulls back.
“Then I should be naked,” Cove says, trying to sit up.
“Oh, princess. I assure you, we can make you come multiple times with the panties on.” Declan moves his hand to her sternum, shoving her to the mattress.
He runs his fingers over her bra and smirks.
“You’ll enjoy the sensations from the material.
” Before I even know what’s happening, he snatches my hand, bringing it to her stomach.
“Remember what I said, tender touches and kisses. And let me be clear, you can kiss her in all sorts of places that aren’t her lips. Trust me, she’ll love it.”
Cove turns to me, and I lean over, kissing her once more. I’ll work up to Declan’s suggestions, but I need to focus on getting good at one thing at a time.
Declan continues to guide my hand until I’m cupping her pussy.
I tease her labia, and he leads me to apply pressure to her clit with my middle finger.
At least, I think that’s what he’s doing.
Whatever it is that we’re accomplishing, Cove loves it. She moans into my mouth, tangling her arm between us to cup my throbbing cock. That makes me groan, and my senses get foggy.
I thrust against her palm and growl.
I never growl.
My singing voice is compared to someone fucking on stage, but I’ve always rolled my eyes and laughed it off.
“Stay focused right here,” Declan says, tapping my middle finger. “Test different patterns and pressures.”
The mattress bounces as he moves around, and I pull back to breathe.
It’s hard to know what to do without him guiding my fingers, but I play seven instruments. A few of those took practice to pick up, and I imagine the female body is similar.
Cove releases my cock to grab my hand. She shoves her panties aside and takes over, guiding my movements. She also rolls onto her side and captures my mouth.
I’m so overloaded that I barely notice Declan tugging at the ankles of my leather pants. Planting my elbows on the bed, I push up enough that he hopefully won’t rip my skin off in the process.
Cool air hits my dick and quickly follows down the rest of my legs.
That only lasts for a second.
Cove rolls over on top of me, and I wait to see if my system is going to freak out at being confined.
It doesn’t, but I lose my hold on her pussy.
“Shit just escalated quickly,” Declan says, chuckling. He smirks at me over her shoulder, pulls the front of her bra down, and licks over her shoulder. “See, I told you. There are all sorts of places you can kiss, lick, and suck.”
Goddammit.
Why is everyone more coordinated than I am? If we were in a musical contest, I could dominate anyone, and that’s not me being cocky. I’m good at two things in life—singing and picking up new instruments.
Cove glances at her chest and smiles. “This bra makes my tits look huge. Ugh, God, that feels so good, Dec.”
I follow her line of sight and push up on my forearms. “You really do have nice tits.”
“Thanks,” she says breathlessly.
I’m not sure what takes over me, but I flick my tongue over her nipples one by one.
She plants her pussy right on the bottom of my cock, grinding it against my pelvis. She still has her panties on, they’re just pulled to the side. She’s so slick and warm.
Declan frames her back and loops his arm around her hip. He moves to tease her clit and kisses over her shoulder. “I’m going to suggest not fucking without having a conversation about safe sex.”
Cove must enjoy the way he works her pussy because she moans, her head falling back.
“Answer the question.” Declan sounds amused as he slaps her clit.
“You didn’t ask one,” she groans, leaning forward until her hands land on my pecs.
“To be fair, you didn’t,” I tell Declan, relocating my hands to her hips. “But we don’t have condoms on the bus, so…” That was a dumb decision now that I think about it.
“I have a birth control implant,” Cove chokes out, her pheromones bursting in the air.
It’s a weird tangle of bodies and limbs. Declan kneels over my legs behind Cove. She’s kinda hunched toward me with her tits hanging out the top of her bra. My hands are on her hips while Declan teases her pussy. She grinds down on my shaft, pushing it against my lower stomach.
The friction feels incredible.
Something tells me that being inside her will be even more amazing.
“I’m not hurting you. Am I?” she asks.
Declan snorts.
“No.” My head shakes as I finally give up holding myself up in a crunch with my abs. I fall to the mattress and tug the omega over my length using my hold on her hips and waist. “It feels good.”
Cove whines, bending in half.
Panic rips through my chest. That seems like a bad sign.
Declan simply uses his other hand to pull her up again.
“We’ve got you, princess. Grind over Damian and follow what feels good.
I’ll do the rest.” He works her clit so violently that he brushes the head of my cock.
It’s unexpected, but I figure there are going to be times when we accidentally touch, so I keep my mouth shut.
He uses the other hand to cup her tit, pinching her nipple between his fingers.
“Get yourself off,” he murmurs close to her ear.