"Damon!"
He took his coat off and pulled his jumper over his head. His naked chest took my breath away. He took good care of himself. Real good care. Muscular arms flexed as he removed his shoes. Black, grey and dark blue watercolour style ink swirls and blotches covered his right upper arm. It wasn't really anything but awe-inspiring art. The other upper arm other was full colour. Damon loved his tattoos and so did I.
"You're wearing too many clothes, Nell," he said. "I'm gonna need them off now."
I didn't need him to tell me twice. My clothes came off in two seconds flat, awkwardly as I was laying down, and as soon as I'd thrown my bra, leaving it in a heap with the rest of my things, Damon's body was over mine.
His soft skin sat over hard muscle. I traced the valley between his six-pack, leading right down to his erection. He sucked in a sharp breath as I wrapped my hand around him.
"I want you quickly and then I want you in the bath," I said. Fuck the game. He didn't seem to care for it right now either.
His dark eyebrows lifted and he squished me against his chest, my breasts almost flattening against him. It was an oddly pleasant discomfort. "Your wish is my command. But first I want to..." He pushed back and sank to his knees. I didn't have time to really process what was going on before his tongue was on me.
Sweet mother of...
Gasping, I gripped his hair and arched into his mouth. Surprise tongue was the best. I cried out and tilted my head back.
Damon's fingers dug into the flesh on my thighs as he flattened his tongue and made slow, maddening circles between my legs. "I love it when you get all needy," Damon muttered as I arched my hips again. My eyes rolled back. It felt so fucking good.
His voice vibrated through my body making me shudder and I clenched around him. I was so close it almost hurt. "Damon. Fuck."
Flicking his tongue hard and fast, he pushed one finger inside me and I clenched around him, flying up on my elbows. I cried out and let my head fall back as I ground my hips against his mouth.
He moaned and sucked my clit into his mouth. I yelled his name and pushed my hips harder. My toes curled, heart raced and my hands tightened around his hair, pulling from the roots. It probably hurt him but he groaned rather than snapped at me to stop.
Damon pulled his finger out and used both hands to lift my butt off the bed. With my hips in the air he had a much better angle and pushed his tongue inside me. My eyes snapped shut and I shouted out, falling off the edge of the cliff at a million miles an hour. He rode out my orgasm, knowing exactly when I needed him to stop.
My legs felt weak. I let go of his hair and gripped his shoulders. "Fuck, I love seeing that post-orgasm flush to your cheeks. You're without a shadow of a doubt the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," he said, looking up at me in wonder.
I gulped. His words seemed a little too heartfelt and I liked it so much it scared me.
"You're not too bad yourself," I replied, trying to play it down.
He lifted his eyebrows twice. "I know, Nell." Sitting up on his knees, he smirked and added, "Where do you want me?"
"Oh, my choice, is it?"
"Thought I'd treat ya."
Rolling my eyes, I said, "I'm honoured."
He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me against his chest. "You should be. Now, how am I fucking you, Nell?"
His bluntness was nothing new to me but it still made me blush a little. Placing one hand on my hip and the other on my jaw, I pretended to think about it. In all honestly I kind of needed a minute. His earlier beautiful comment left me with a weird, annoying fucking feeling in the pit of my stomach. Plus after coming like a train I was feeling a little sensitive.
Damon's head tilted to the side. "You've got five seconds and then I'm bending you over that desk."
I grinned. "Well now I don't know if I should choose or just let you do that."
"Nell..."
His tone was a warning and a threat and such a turn on. This was fun. "Sit down on the bed."
He wasted no time in doing what I'd told him. "You're having me?"
"Yep."
Taking a deep breath, his eyes travelled the length of my naked body and he held his arms out. "Well, alright then. Do your worst."
"Are you challenging me to fuck your brains out?"
"Absolutely."
His erection stood proud against his stomach, showing me how ready he was to play who can do who harder.
I got off the bed, pulled the hairband off my wrist and tied my hair up. Then, very slowly, I stepped towards him. "Game on, Masters."
Nell
I lounged over his body trying to catch my breath.
"Well," he said, blowing out a deep breath, "you certainly know how to rise to a challenge, Presley."
"I'm hurt that you would ever doubt me. Anyway, bath time," I said.
He pressed his lips to the top of my very messy hair. Some of it had fallen out of the hairband while we were rolling around on the bed the last time. "You're one of the few people I never doubt."
My heart did all sorts of new things, like trying to exit my body through my chest. No one had ever said anything like that before. My fingers dug into his chest a little as I tried to calm my stupid heart down. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.
Damon moved from under me and I let go to allow him to get up. I assumed he was going to run the bath but instead he wrapped his arms under my body and picked me up. Laughing, I held on around his neck. "What're you doing?"
"You look thoroughly fucked so I thought I'd carry you."
"I am and thank you. Would've been nicer if you'd have ran the bath then come to get me though."
He looked down, narrowed his eyes and turned around.
"Where are you-" I stopped mid sentence and screamed as he dropped me back on the bed.
"Women are so fucking demanding!" He smiled and shook his head, showing his humour for the situation. "Stay there and I'll come get you when it's ready, your highness."
I couldn't keep the moronic grin off my face as he bowed and disappeared.
After a few seconds I heard him sloshing water around in the bath and a few other bashing and bumping noises that I couldn't figure out. We needed to stop acting couple-y but as long as we were both clear and honest we'd be fine.
"What're you doing in there?" I shouted after ten minutes. It didn't take that long to run a bath, surely.
"Almost done, have some fucking patience, Nell," he called back, making me laugh.
Lying down on the bed, I closed my eyes. Bringing Damon here as a good idea. We were alone a lot but it was usually between work or other obligations. This weekend all we had to do was take a look around a pretty castle with Chloe and Logan and then we were free to do what we wanted. That being each other. Lots.
"Ready! Get your arse in here," Damon called.
Scowling, I opened my eyes and sat up. "I thought you were coming back to get me?"
"I'm in the bath."
"What? Why didn't you wait?"
"Because you can walk from one room to another unaided!"
That was so not the point. "But you said you would."
I heard muttering and the sound of water being moved around far too quickly. God what was he up to?
"Damon?" I said, kicking my legs over the bed and standing up.
He rounded the corner. Naked. Naked and dripping and covered in bubbles.
Oh hello!
My heart skipped two full beats and then raced so fast I thought I'd pass out. The fluffy white bubbles ran down his arm, occasionally giving me a peek at the ink they were hiding. We had to have more baths together because bloody hell.
Smirking, he walked towards me like a lion stalking its prey. I licked my lips, still not looking at his face as bubbles collected along the V. Then because I was so focused on his naked form I didn't really register him until he grabbed me and I could suddenly see his back - but upside down.
"Damon!" I squealed. "Oh my God, you're soaking."
He didn't say anything at all which was unlike him.
"Okay, put me down now and I'll get in," I said as he took me into the bathroom. "Damon. Come on, don't throw me in." That'd hurt, right? The tub was full of water but it wasn't made out of mattresses! I didn't mind being thrown on a bed but this was something else entirely.
He swung me back and my head spun and I landed back on my feet. "Jesus, I feel dizzy now, you prick!"
Laughing, he gestured towards the bath. "But at least you don't have to walk all that way from the bed to the bath."
Narrowing my eyes, I stepped in and sat down. The hot water instantly soothed sore - thanks to Damon - parts of me, and I closed my eyes.
The water rose to the lip of the claw-foot tub as Damon got in the other end and barged his legs around mine. "Fuck, I love it when you're all wet," he hissed.
Is he a machine? I loved sex, especially with him, but I was achy and definitely not about to get back down to it.
"Well you can love it from afar. You're not coming near me again until tonight."
"Really?" He said, sliding his hand up the inside of my calf.
"Damon..."
"Nell..."
Cracking my eyes open so I could glare, I shook my head. "You don't understand the soreness."
"Yes, I do, I'm just not being a baby about it."
I snorted. "Whatever, you'd still have sex if it was on fire."
He laughed, tilting his head back. "I'll give you that one. Though I am a little insulted you wouldn't."
"You're insulted I wouldn't have sex if I was on fire."
"I'll fuck you so hard you'll be on fire."
Rolling my eyes, I said, "Maybe we should have a quiet bath."
"I've got something that'll keep you quiet."
"I wonder what that'd be," I said sarcastically.
"I'll let you do it. If you want, I'll let you."
"I think I'm good with all the sucking for today, but thanks."
"You're very good with the sucking but you know what would make you great? Practice."
Little prick! Sitting up, I cursed him and splashed water over his smug face. "Fuck you, if I'm not 'great' enough why don't you get someone else to suck it?"
His smile spread and his hands circled my wrists before I could splash again. "No one else is here."
"That's it! No more blowies!"
Pouting, he cocked his head to the side and looked far too cute. "Now that's not very nice."
"Neither were you. What would you do if I insulted your oral performance?"
"Please!" He barked and laughed. Okay so maybe I couldn't be serious about that because the man had mad tongue skills but still, he was a twat.
"There's always room for improvement, Damon."
Frowning, he sat forwards. "Right, lift up your pelvis."
Giggling as he tried to pull my hips upwards, I batted his hands and shook my head. "I don't think so. You're good. You know it. I know it. Let's just leave it there."
"Good. I'm good?"
Why do I even open my mouth?
"You're amazing, incredible, the best, the king of making women come all over your mouth. There. Happy?"
He laid back. "Alright, you sound a bit bunny boiler complimentary."
"What? What does that even mean?"
"You know, when a girl or a guy is embarrassingly cute about their better half."
"Ah, yeah that does make me cringe. A girl at work is like that, 'Tom is so amazing, Tom is so handsome, Tom is the best thing that ever happened to me, I love Tom so much'. Ugh, Tom needs to run for the pissing hills. Also, there is no way you found what I said embarrassing. You're probably disappointed no one was around to hear it."
"You know you're probably the best kind of women."
"Probably?" I raised my eyebrows. "I'm fucking ace and you know it."
"You'll do."
There was nothing worth coming back with because we both knew we were probably the most sexually compatible people on the planet. Right now excluded because I kind of hurt and I wanted to have a lot more sex this weekend. I needed at least an hour to recover.
With Damon being quiet our bath was much more enjoyable, although I did love the banter and teasing.
"We need to meet Chloe and Logan in twenty minutes," Damon said, stretching his arms out on the sides of the bath.
"No. I don't ever want to get out," I replied. Damon wet and naked and covered in snow-white bubbles was heaven.
He laughed. "I can't believe I'm even in a bath."
"Think you'll be doing it again?"
"I know we'll be doing it again."
Sold!
I stretched my legs out; he took hold of my heel and started massaging the sole of my foot. Oh Jesus. That felt amazing. I heard myself moan and then the sharp intake of his breath.
"You're not developing a foot fetish, are you?" I joked. Honestly I wouldn't even care if it got me regular massages.
"No, I just like seeing you turned on."
"Of course," I muttered. "And that was a moan of appreciation not pleasure."
"Hmm." His hand travelled up the inside of my calf, rubbing with a gentle pressure that I felt everywhere. "Really, just appreciation?"
Narrowing my eyes, I said, "I know what you're trying to do."
"I'm just trying to give you a massage, Nell." He tried to look innocent while his hand travelled further up my leg but it didn't work. His eyes were too dark, too hungry and gave away his true motives.
I almost clamped my legs together as he reached the top of my thigh but I just couldn't. Gripping the side of the bath with both hands, I panted, feeling needy and starved of sex even though it had only been about thirty minutes since the last time.
He proved, once again, that he was the Tongue King.
Damon
I hadn't had a bath since I was a kid. Relaxing in hot water was a waste of time, I preferred to stand under a shower and get it over with. But Nell had completely changed my opinion. Who could hate baths when a stunning girl was at the opposite end? Especially when you could get your mouth on her.
She stood naked in front of the mirror brushing her black hair. The ends reached the curve at the small of her back when it was wet. My eyes travelled down further to that gap and I took a sharp intake of breath.
Her eyebrow lifted in the mirror. "Enjoying the view?"
I leant against the doorframe and folded my arms. "Very much. Hey, can you bend down and pick up that towel?"
Laughing, she shook her head and put the brush down. "Now why would I do that? We're supposed to put them on the floor when we want housekeeping to change them."
"Do we need new towels after one use? I don't think we're being very environmentally friendly," I replied.
"Damon," she said. "We have to go in about two minutes and neither of us are dressed. You got my hair wet with all your splashing around so go and get ready and I'll do as much bending over as you want later." I watched in amusement as her eyes widened and she spun around. "Not like that! You know I don't like that."
"No, I know you think you don't like it."
Her eyes narrowed. "You've never even done it."
"But I'm not saying it's not my thing. I'd do anything with and to you."
"Suck my toes?"
Smirking, I shrugged one shoulder. "Sure."
She pointed and then waved her hand frantically. "You're weird. Go get dressed!"
I left her to it and threw on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. I was ready just as she'd finished doing her hair. She strutted into the room and walked over to her suitcase, picking an outfit. My heart hammered harder every second I watched her slip into skinny black jeans and a hot pink knitted jumper. Even the simplest of outfits looked amazing on her. I loved her casual. To be fair I just plain loved her.
"Okay," she said. "Let's go, we're late."
Standing up, I replied, "I've been ready for-"
"Yes, alright, alright!" Reaching out she grabbed my hand and he
r fingers slipped seamlessly between mine. I swiped the key card off the side and we walked to the lift.
Nell pressed the button and turned around to face me, her hand still firmly wrapped around mine. She pressed her body up to my chest, and I licked my lips. "Are you trying to get me to pick you up and carry you back to our suite?"
I ran my free hand down her side, around to her back and pulled her even closer. Her breasts pressed against my chest. This wasn't a good idea. I wanted her badly. No matter how many times I had her, I always wanted more. She was an addiction that I didn't want to break.
The door behind her slid open, she let got of my hand, gripped my t-shirt and pulled me inside. I also loved it when she took charge. "As mind-blowing as that sounds," she said, pressing the button for the ground floor, "we have somewhere to be."
Groaning, I pressed my forehead against hers. The harder I fell for her the more I wanted her to myself. Sometimes I just wanted to shut the whole world out so we could be together without any distractions.
We stopped on the floor below and other's got in. I didn't take my eyes off her.
"Fine but you're staying at mine tomorrow night."
She shrugged like it was no big deal and replied, "Alright."
It was a big deal. The amount of time we spent together - at each other's places - was more than casual. Nell was either in denial or completely ignorant about it.
There were three other people with us so I couldn't do all of the things to her that I wanted. Instead I watched her try to ignore me watching her. It was fun. She kept her eyes ahead, occasionally returning a smile with the old woman standing next to her.
I meant to just piss her off a bit but I couldn't look away. Nell was everything I wanted and a whole lot more. She turned to gaze at me, narrowing her eyes for a second, telling me to stop. I couldn't. I didn't even want to.
The woman next to her looked at me and scowled, probably thinking I was stalking Nell.
I turned my attention back to Nell and ran my tongue along my bottom lip and I could see the shock on the old woman's face. Nell bit her lips together, trying to stop herself from laughing. Knowing the lift ride was coming to an end, I decided to step things up. I bit my lip, dropped my gaze to her breasts and cocked my eyebrow.
The door opened on the ground floor and the old woman made a quick exit, followed by an amused, but would never admit it, Nell.
"You're terrible!" She said, spinning around and shaking her head at me.
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