I could taste him in my mouth. He was a mixture of wine, mint, and something else. My mind wouldn’t work, all I was focused now was the rhythmical dances our mouth and tongues were doing. It was so passionate and burning, at some point I thought I was on fire.
His hands cupped my face as I wrapped mine around his neck, we couldn’t seem to get our hands off each other. I moved my hands from his neck down to his torso and his muscles tensed under my touch. His chest was so firm and his hips were sexy. I continued running my hands up and down, chest to hip back to his chest repeatedly. The moment we pulled away, we were catching our breaths. We looked like we just finished the New York City marathon.
He pressed his forehead into mine and stared deeply into my eyes, as if he was trying to dig into my soul.
Our breaths catching up filled my ears as we continued staring at each other’s eyes, and before I knew it, he was already carrying me with ease to his bedroom as if I weigh nothing. He gently laid me onto his bed without breaking our eye contact. He was intoxicating. I could not get enough of his blue eyes.
I reached up and touched the side of his face, his sideburns and his cheek. He leaned towards the direction of my hand and kissed my palm. My heart kept on swelling and swelling with every sweet gesture that he was making. He has this way of making me fall and fall in love with him. But I couldn’t tell him that.
Not yet.
He leaned forward and we kissed again. Chaste and gentle until it was that all-consuming kiss, it was full of passion. We just kissed, with me beneath his strong body, and I love the feel of his weight on top of me.
He touched my face, my neck and the sides of my breasts. His hands were all over my body as if he was memorizing every curve, every shape, ever twists and turns of it.
I ran my hands from his neck and to his shoulder before resting it on his chest as we continued kissing each other. I never had this kind of thing before. It was all new to me, even though I was a professional, a well-known expert in the actions happening in a bed. However, with him, I was a novice. I felt like a virgin, with no experience and only a big love for that man I was with currently.
We pulled away again for the third time to catch our breaths without breaking our contact. I did not remove my hands on his chest and his hands were resting on the curve of my waist. We just stare and stare and breathe and stare, as if our lives depended on it.
He sat up between my legs and pulled his shirt over his head, a well-toned chest, washboard abs and well-defined arms confronted me. He was smooth and fair skin all over, without any flaws or hairs marring his perfect body. Then he pulled me out of the bed and we stood facing each other, me in front of this Greek god.
I felt self-conscious despite of this body that I was very proud of. I took extra care of it because this was my capital in the business I ventured. I did yoga at home thrice a week, ate a well balanced diet, and kept my body as young and beautiful in the best it could be. But compared to him, a deity, I was just a mortal.
Damon pulled the zipper of my gown down the side and let it pool around my ankles, now I was standing in my underwear. He leaned forward and kissed my cheek then down my throat. He moved around me as he continued to shower my skin with butterfly kisses―all over my shoulders, my nape, the side of my neck and the hollow on my throat.
I gently closed my eyes as I devoured each light touch of his lips. When he was back in front of me, I opened my eyes again and looked at him. He ran his finger on the side of my face with his eyes shining as he stared down at me. He was looking at me with a mixture of emotions on his face I could not analyze because of his proximity, but I was sure that I never have seen him look at anyone like this before.
We slowly walked back to bed, step by step, I was walking backwards because we didn’t let go of each other’s gaze. The moment I plopped down on the bed, he suddenly moved on the top of me. He was so big and so strong but he tried his best not put all his weight on me and crushed me.
I inched forward to kiss him and he responded. I closed my eyes and kissed him with everything I had. I gave everything in the kiss, poured my heart on it. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck and tangled some of his hair on my fingers. His hair was soft, I was longing for this to happen, to touch his hair as I made out with him. The couch would be great, but this was much better than what I have been imagining.
I felt his hands roamed all over my body, up and down and up. His hands molded into each curves and bumps that I have. I could not help but rocked my body as we continue what we were doing. I moaned as his hand touched all my sweet spots, and with each moan I made, it only made him quite persistent in finding out more.
Then suddenly he removed his lips away from mine and traveled them down my body. He moved down and down as he planted each inch of my skin with kisses. I squirmed under him. I arched my back. I was in ecstasy. I could not get this out my head.
Then after wandering, when I thought he would travel all the way to the south to give me the climax of my life, he came back and kissed me on the lips again. We removed our remaining clothes and get at it. He entered me in one quick move, and all I felt was sensation. I moaned when his body joined mine. He filled me, and the feeling of him inside of me was the best I have ever felt before.
We moved in a slow sweet rhythm as we continued holding each other’s stare. I couldn’t help but moan, open my mouth and form my lips into an o shape as he slowly thrusted in and out of me. I knew I was not a virgin anymore, knew I just had sex recently, but I could definitely say that this was the best sex I ever had in my life.
I just broke my rule of no holding stares with the one I was having sex with, because for me staring while having sex was way too intimate and reserved only for real lovers. It was like connecting not only your bodies but your soul as well. But Damon was an exception. He was always the exemption to every rule I had. With him, I tended to break all the boundaries and let him in.
He took each of my hands and intertwined our fingers as we moved in rhythm. We stared at each other’s eyes, with his face a mere inches away from mine. We moved in a slow, rhythmical dance I had never done with anyone else before.
Suddenly I felt the familiar building inside of me. I was getting closer and closer to the peak and when I felt it, I convulsed as I tightened my muscles inside all around him. After a few thrust, he emptied himself with warm liquefied heat inside of me. We stopped moving, with him still inside of me, and caught up with our breaths.
He rained my face with kisses and both of us covered with our sweat, the loud sound of our breathing filled the room. Now, I was sated and glowing all over my body. I could definitely conclude, about what has happened, this was not my usual sex.
I just made love with Damon Rhodes.
~***~
I lay awake all night with Damon sleeping beside me. My back was to him because I could not face him yet, not now, with my mind still clouded with love, sex and something else I could not explain at all.
I listened to the calm breathing of Damon as he slept. I could feel his breath touching my naked back, smell his scent clinging on my skin and still feel him inside my body. He really did embed a mark inside me.
I slowly turned around, careful not to wake him, and stared at him and his handsome face. His eyes were gently shut, his lashes fanned out. His cheeks a bit flushed and his lips slightly parted. How I wanted to kiss those lips again. The blanket raised and fell along with his chest, along with his breathing. He was very handsome even when he was asleep. He looked so young, so peaceful. Then suddenly a smile traced his lips, maybe he was having a good dream.
I wonder if he was dreaming about me.
I was itching to touch his face, to brush my knuckles along his cheeks, to run my fingers through his soft hair. I wanted to touch him, wanted him to touch me. But, I stopped myself from doing so, because I didn’t want to interrupt his peaceful sleep, his good dream. I just wanted to watch him sleep, and for a while, I knew everything was right.
Damon and Amanda.
It sounded so wrong, but it felt so right.
I was trapped, I know. I was drowned, spellbound, captivated by this young man sleeping beside me. He was every girl’s fantasy. He was my fantasy. Everyone dreamed of seeing him sleep, and I got to watch him sleep. Girls would kill just to kiss his lips and I got to kissed him, and had his lips all over me. Everyone wished to be Damon’s love, and he told me that he loves me.
Could you believe it?
Out of a million girls all over the world, this handsome man told me that he was in love with me. I, Amanda Sparks, a waitress by the day and a hooker at night, and to top that he knew what I did for a living. How could I not love this man? Tell me.
As I continued watching him sleep, a thought passed through me. I remember that we forgot to use protection. I never had sex without protection before. Thank God I was clever enough to still took pills even thought I insisted that the men I slept with use condoms. I just wanted to be sure of it.
However, with Damon I forgot about protection. He made me forget everything, actually. He was intoxicating me and he stopped my mind from functioning. He was dangerous to my health, and I was completely in love with him.
Therefore, before I got lost in my own mind, lost touch with reality, I needed to do something. I have to stop this fantasy and be realistic. Nothing was going to happen with Damon and me. I have to stop this before it sucked me in. Before love blinded my eyes and I could no longer see, before this thing between us burned me alive.
I needed to save myself.
I needed to do this for my own sake and his too. So without further ado I got out of his bed, careful not to wake him. I could not face him after this decision, could not talk to him now. I have to get away from here.
I tiptoed my way out of his bedroom as I gathered the clothes I wore earlier before changing into the gown. I put them on as I walked along the hallway of his large upscale penthouse. I pushed the button on the elevator and waited. When it finally arrived, I turned and stared at his foyer one last time.
I have no idea when or how would I see this place again, but I knew deep inside that I have no reason to come back here. As the elevator door slid close my heart clenched in pain, the tears in my eyes started clouding my vision and suddenly it was too hard for me to breathe.
This might be a goodbye for the both of us.
Ten
“Sis.” Aiden knocked on the door.
I twisted and turned on the bed ignoring my brother’s constant bugging.
“Margaret dropped by asking why you didn’t come to work at the diner today. She said you didn’t even call in sick.” I felt him sat on the edge of my bed. “Are you okay?” He tried to tug the blanket that was covering me, but I fought for it to stay and hid me.
Why wouldn’t he leave me alone?
“Piss off.” I said in between clenched teeth.
“What’s going on? Hey, Amanda.” He tugged it again and this time, he was successful at it, and then placed a hand on my forehead. “You don’t feel hot so it’s likely that you don’t have a fever.” He removed his hand from my forehead and stared at me. “You can tell. What’s wrong?”
My eyes started welling up and my view was blurring. I couldn’t help it anymore. “I’m in love, Aiden.” I said as hot tears started to roll down my face.
“Then why are you crying? Shouldn’t you be giddy and happy, not mourning like someone just died?” He helped me sit up from the bed.
“Because, it was impossible for us to be together.”
“Is it Damon?” He asked.
I looked at him, surprised that he figured it out so easily. “He told me that he loves me.” I could not keep a single secret from my twin, well of course, except for his sister being a hooker.
“Then what’s the problem?”
“Can’t you see? He’s everything everyone looks up to.” I waved a hand over me. “And I am me.”
“When will you stop this bad habit of you loathing yourself?” He scolded me. Aiden stared at me with hard green eyes, the same shade as mine. “If he loves you and you love him, everything will work out. All you need to do is to trust each other and fate will do its part.”
When did he become an expert on love, huh?
I shook my head at him. “Aiden, you don’t understand.”
“You’re right, I don’t understand. But don’t do something that you will regret in the end. I want you to be happy, sis, I really do. And if he makes you happy, then be with him.” He told me in the softest sweetest loving voice he has.
My twin was really the greatest gift my parents left to me. Aiden was like my rock in times when I felt like my legs were weak.
“It is not that simple.” I murmured, intended only for me but Aiden heard it.
“What is love without a few obstacles?” He asked.
“I still cannot be with him.” I said.
He sighed, defeated. “Okay, fine. Have it your way. But don’t forget that I am still behind you watching your back.” He wiped the tears on my face with his thumb, and then pulled me into an embrace and I embraced him back.
“Thank you.” I murmured on his chest.
Aiden made some of the pain go away and it felt so good to be cared and hugged in times when you needed one.
“That’s what you twin is here for.” He said as he planted a kiss on the top of my head.
~***~
“It’s been two days Amanda. What happened to you, girl?” Margaret asked as I walked towards our usual spot on the sidewalk where we waited for the costumers.
I kind of not missed the feeling of my clothes anymore, I wanted the gowns I used to wear to the parties I accompanied Damon. But what could I do? Fishnet stockings and short skirts were the one meant for me, not elegant expensive dresses that cost the same as much as a two-bedroom apartment rent.
Margaret interrupted my thoughts. “You look scorching hot today, Amanda.”
“Thanks.” I mumbled.
I was trying my best to add a bit of cheerfulness in my demeanor, though I was not feeling one.
“Red lipstick suits you.” She complimented.
“You’re not bad yourself.”
Margaret was a very gorgeous woman, but the way she dressed tonight was not her usual style. She was not in her typical too short shirt and short shorts, which she always wore at night. Instead, she was wearing skintight jeans and a tube top. She looked like she was going out on a movie date rather than fuck a man for his dollar.
I narrowed my eyes at her. Something was going on with her. I could sense it. “Spill.”
“Well.” She started, trying to find the words to say to me. “While you’re absent for two days, I met this guy and he paid me. He was one of my regulars now and he’s going to pick me up later.” I saw a tinge of blush crept into her face.
Margaret Gonzaga, was blushing?
“Oh my God.” I blurted out. “You like him.”
“Sort of.” She said and the blush deepened.
Well, well, well, it looked like I was not the only one who found her prince charming on the street.
“Amanda.” Margaret started as she stared out on the road.
Then suddenly I heard a familiar roar of the high-tech engine of a sports car approaching, they sounded very familiar to my ears as if they were the same Aston Martin I knew.
“Isn’t that Damon’s car?” Margaret asked.
Oh no.
I whipped my head and saw Damon’s Aston Martin approaching us. Not now, I could not face him yet.
I quickly dashed to one of the cars parked by the curb. The car was a silver Lexus if I was not mistaken. I only did a quick check before approaching the car.
“Amanda.” Margaret called out but I ignored her as I jumped inside the car. The driver, who was buckling his seat belt the same time I eased inside his engine, stared at me in pure surprise. I gave him a smile and tried to put my charm on him, hope it would work.
“Hello there.” He gree
ted. It was dark inside the car and I could not see his face, but I smiled anyway.
“Hi. Can you drive now? Please, I’ll explain later.”
He quickly turned on his engine and drove away. I checked the side mirror and saw Damon getting out of his car to talk to Margaret. My heart clenched tight inside my chest as I watched the sad lines forming on his lovely face. I put those on his face. I hated myself for trying to hurt him. But what could I do? If I did not leave or avoid him, I would be the one who would get my heart ripped out in the process.
The driver stopped and parked in front of an Italian restaurant, and I have no idea why, perhaps he has other engagement to attend and I was interrupting.
The moment the engine died, I unbuckled my seat belt and faced him. The light from the lamppost splayed all over his face and now I have a view of what he looked like. Gray eyes stared at me, paired with blonde hair and too-die-for face. He was handsome in the same context as Damon was, like movie star handsome. Then he slowly smiled at me and I saw dimples on both sides of his cheeks.
It was Senator William Lockhart’s son, the handsome and notorious playboy Trey Lockhart.
“Thank you.” I said, in the most unsteady voice I had, stumbling on my words. God, it was just two words and I couldn’t say it right.
I had no idea this was the car of the senator’s son.
“Hey, not so fast sweetheart, I helped you.” He said with his voice that was so warm and lovely to the ears. “How about dinner?” He cocked his head to the side as he widened his eyes like those of an innocent child’s eyes. They were so gray that they looked like mirrors, and they reflected the color of the lamppost light.
Was he trying to be cute? Well, honestly, he was cute.
“Just dinner, I promise.” He said.
I looked at him, well, he looked like a good guy. And how could I resist an invite from someone trying to be cute to me? Therefore, I nodded in agreement and he grinned. He got out of his car and opened the door for me like a true gentleman.
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