by Tanya Kelly
Kim opened the door for Lacey and ushered her out. Lacey stopped at the door and seemed about to say something before closing her mouth, her eyes looking sad. Kim followed her friend out of the clubhouse, feeling annoyed at the look in her face.
Lacey was always nagging and worrying that Kim was lonely or some shit since she never stayed with anyone for any length of time. But what Lacey failed to see was that Kim liked her freedom and independence. Not to mention, she got bored quickly. Why stick with one flavor when there were so many to choose from?
Maybe one day, she’d meet someone that didn’t bore her within a few dates or make her feel suffocated, and she would settle down, although she highly doubted it. She tried picturing Damon as that man. She certainly wasn’t bored or even close—yet. Nor did she feel suffocated. Damon was a busy man and didn’t look like he’d appreciate a clingy girlfriend.
Could they have a relationship that was more than just sex?
As soon as the question popped into her head, Kim almost laughed out loud. Does a leopard change its spots?
She really needed to stop letting Lacey get in her head. The woman saw rainbows and fairy dust in her rose colored glasses.
Sex is what she needed and wanted from Damon. It was what they were both good at. Very good at. She smiled in anticipation of the evening.
She didn’t need or want any more from him. Yet, why did she feel like she was trying to convince herself?
* * * *
Damon drove through the quiet, darkened streets on his way over to Kim’s for dinner. Last night, before he’d left, she’d invited him to dinner. Not for him to come over after dinner and have sex, but actual dinner. He smiled, feeling triumphant.
The golf day with the friends had gone perfectly. They’d all had a great time golfing and then a wonderful dinner at the clubhouse, laughing and talking like old friends. Damon had enjoyed himself. Perhaps a little too much, as guilt still gnawed at him.
After dinner, Kim had invited him back to her house where she quickly stripped naked and suggested he join her in the shower. Damon undressed in record time before joining her. Especially after aching for her all day, watching her ass in those pinks shorts every time she bent over to tee up or retrieve her ball.
As soon as he joined her in the shower, he pressed her up against the wall, his lips punishing hers as he pressed his hard cock against her.
“I can’t wait,” he said hoarsely against her neck. He bent his head and sucked firmly on her nipple. She cried out, arching into his mouth.
He sucked and bit lightly at both nipples before turning her around. She braced her hands against the wall and he pulled at her hips until his cock nestled between the cheeks of her beautiful ass.
“You’ve been teasing me all day with this ass,” he said. He trailed his finger between her ass cheeks until he reached her pussy. She whimpered and spread her legs, giving him better access. He inserted a finger into her tight, wet pussy.
“You know how many times I wanted to grab you and find a private spot to fuck in,” he whispered. He guided his cock to her entrance and Kim splayed her fingers against the tile, pressing against him.
“Probably the same amount of times I wished you would,” she replied.
Damon plunged into her and groaned. His hands found her hardened nipples and gently tugged as he fucked her. Kim held fast to the wall, begging for more and he obliged. He fucked her hard, his fingers moving from her breasts to her clit and back. It wasn’t long before she cried out and tightened around him. Her body tensed against his as she climaxed, squeezing around his dick.
Damon groaned, quickly pulling out. He wrapped his hand around his cock and jerked it roughly as spurt after spurt of semen erupted, landing all over her beautiful ass.
Fuck, they’d both been quick, but after a day of being so close to her and barely touching her, he’d felt like an animal, needing to rut.
Shit, they hadn’t even used a condom. Kim assured him she was on the pill and had been tested recently. Damon always had protected sex so he knew he was clean. This was the first time he’d gotten so caught up that he’d forgotten about protection.
Man, had it felt good to feel her pussy slick around him without the condom.
They barely dried themselves off before Damon carried her to the bed, spread her legs, and nestled his face in her pussy. He’d needed to take her quick and fast but now he was ready for slow and teasing. He tormented her with his tongue and fingers until she was writhing and begging beneath him. Damon slid his fingers inside her and sucked greedily as she climaxed.
Afterward, she’d engulfed his cock in her hot mouth. Sucking and licking until he came, making sure to swallow every last drop.
It had been a great day followed by an amazing night. But come dawn, in the harsh light of day, reality returned. Mark had phone early and informed him they were very close to acquiring Morrison Holdings, reminding Damon of his need to complete things here.
He couldn’t afford to get sidetracked, no matter the reservations he was starting to have. His uncle deserved more than that.
He pulled into Kim’s driveway. While he sensed she was still holding back, he knew he’d made progress yesterday and that she was starting to let him in—just barely.
Damon needed to move things along faster tonight and he had an idea. Kim liked to be in control and keeping things between them purely sexual. She rarely initiated a kiss and was the first to pull away. She begged to be fucked or suck his cock but talking, cuddling, or kissing was something she seemed to deliberately avoid.
Almost like she was guarding herself.
With renewed determination, he stepped up to the front door and rang the bell. Kim answered moments later, wearing a little blue sundress with spaghetti straps and her long hair pulled back into a sleek, high pony tail. She looked so young, the years just fell away, and it was like picking her up at her parents’ house twenty years ago.
The dress, while youthful, was sexy as hell as his gaze traveled over the bare, tanned skin of her arms and never-ending long legs.
Stay down, he told his dick.
“Hi,” she said, forcing his attention back up to her face. The dress made her eyes look even bluer and they shone with amusement.
“Hi,” he finally managed back.
“Come on in.” She stepped back to let him inside but rather than pass, Damon pulled her up next to his body and kissed her. He tasted the berries of her lip gloss and the sweetness of her lips. Cupping her face in his hands, he deepened the kiss. Her body melted into his and her fingers curled in his hair.
This time, Damon was the first to break away, noticing her glazed eyes and heavy breathing.
Damon ran his thumb across her flushed cheek. “Now, that’s a better hello.”
Her mouth broke into a wide smile. “I couldn’t agree more. But at the risk of giving my neighbors an adult only show, maybe you should come in.”
Damon closed the door behind him, stopping to take a deep breath.
Christ, she wasn’t the only one affected by that kiss.
He shook his head and straightened his shoulders before following Kim into the kitchen. Vegetables were strewn on the island, some cut and some whole.
“What can I do to help?” he asked.
“You, sir, can slip out on the patio and start the barbecue.”
“Yes, dear,” he replied playfully. Her eyes widened a fraction and he could see the movement in her slender throat before she smiled and shoved him out of the kitchen.
Damon opened the sliding doors and stepped onto the deck. It was a beautiful summer evening. He started the barbecue and looked around at her yard. It wasn’t overly large but it was private and beautifully landscaped. Kim joined him, carrying a tray.
“Hope you’re hungry because I might have gone overboard on the steaks.”
He took the tray from her and set it on the table. “Starving,” he replied, his eyes raking over her body suggestively.
“Good,
so am I.” Kim’s gaze travelled over him, taking a second or two longer when she reached his cock. Which, of course, responded appropriately by swelling in his jeans.
“Substance first,” she said with a laugh. “What can I get you to drink? Wine, beer, or something else?”
“Whatever you’re having.”
“I just opened a great merlot. I’ll grab you a glass and then I just have to finish chopping the vegetables. Would you mind grilling the steaks?”
“I could handle that,” Damon responded. “For the price of another kiss.”
Kim smiled and took a step forward. “I think it’s a steep price for grilling a bit of meat, but if I must. After all, what—”
Her words were cut off as Damon swept her in his arms again, needing to devour her. To take her right here, right now. He growled low in his throat as her softness fit so perfectly against him.
His intent tonight was to get past her walls and move forward…straight into her heart.
Except he had the strangest feeling that she was doing the exact same to him.
Chapter Eight
“That was delicious,” Damon said and sat back in his chair, patting his stomach.
“Thank you, you do grill a mean steak,” Kim replied.
They were sitting on the back deck and Kim grabbed her glass, taking a small sip. She was definitely feeling the effects of the wine or something. She stared at Damon over the rim of her glass.
“What is going on in that pretty head little head of yours?” he asked.
“Just thinking that I may have eaten too much. Not sure I have the energy to take advantage of you tonight.”
Damon chuckled and sat up, leaning closer. “Don’t worry, I have enough for the both of us.”
Kim laughed and then began stacking their plates to bring inside.
“Let me,” Damon said and gathered them from her. “You sit and relax. Get ready for your workout later.” He winked at her before pulling open the sliding doors and going inside.
Kim sat back on the chair and laid her head on the small cushion. She wasn’t really that full nor that tired. In fact, her entire body was alive with need. Dinner had been delicious but it was the kisses and the looks Damon was giving her that had her aching and wanting for more all through the meal.
The whole night had felt different. Damon, who was always charming, was even more so. First he’d kissed her until her toes curled but left it at that. She didn’t know if it was the beautiful warm evening, or the heavy scent of moon flower in her gardens that were most fragrant when the sun went down, or the wine, but there were some peculiar emotions running through her. The not-so-subtle flirting with Damon, the conversation, laughter and a great dinner was creating havoc.
It was the kind of romantic evening Lacey would love.
Who needs to be romanced and wine and dined, when you can move right into sex?
So if that were true, why was she so enjoying the evening and feeling wistful and out of sorts?
She shook her head and tossed back the rest of the wine before carrying the glasses and bottle inside. She found Damon in the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and putting away the remnants of their meal.
She put down the wine glasses and bottle and came up behind him. Plastering herself against his back, she ran her hands over his chest, before traveling down his lean abdomen. “I’m not quite as full as I thought, ’cause I’m thinking I could really for go for some dessert right now.”
Kim moved one hand lower until it rested curled over his shaft. His cock immediately grew in her hand and she smiled.
“Really, what did you make?” Damon asked, his voice thick and husky.
She pulled down his zipper and slipped her hand inside, feeling the smooth skin of his hard-on. “Silly me, I forgot dessert. Did you bring anything…that might satisfy me?”
As she said the words in his ear, Kim pulled his cock out and began to stroke the length of it. Damon let out a soft groan and gripped the counter, looking down at her hand.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered. Her body tingled in all the right places just from the feel of his smooth, hard cock in her hand. Kim reluctantly let go and took his hand, pulling him over to the kitchen chair.
“Take your clothes off and sit down,” she instructed. She smiled as Damon removed his clothes. Kim opened the fridge and pulled out the item she was looking for. She set it on the counter next to her. Damon raised his eyebrows, a wicked smile on his lips.
“A little dessert for both of us,” Kim said and then slowly, seductively, removed her dress. She tugged it off over her head and threw it on the floor, standing completely naked. She hadn’t bothered with any undergarments, knowing Damon would appreciate it. She’d always hated having smaller breasts, but the advantage was they were high and perky and she could go without a bra.
Damon’s eyes darkened with desire and his cock jutted toward her like a flagpole. Feeling the need to tease, Kim turned around so he was now facing her backside and bend over to pick up her dress.
“Oops, I should fold this so it doesn’t wrinkle.”
She heard Damon’s low growl as she took her time folding up her dress and setting it down on the counter. Next, she grabbed the whip cream she’d taken out of the fridge and stood in front of him. Not quite close enough that he could touch her.
She placed a generous amount of whipped cream on each nipple which puckered from the cold substance. Kim spread the cream around her hardened nipple, her eyes on Damon. The smile was gone from his face as he watched her movements and the muscles in his arms bulged as he gripped the sides of the chair.
Lifting her finger, full of whipped cream, to her mouth, Kim licked it, tasting the sweetness. Then she sucked her finger clean and smiled as his dick twitched.
“I thought it was dessert for me,” Damon asked.
“Just taste testing it first,” she replied.
She moved closer and straddled his legs so that her breasts were directly in front of his mouth.
Damon kept his eyes on hers as he leaned his head forward, swirling his tongue around her breast, never actually touching her aching nipple.
“Delicious,” he said, his breath hot against her skin. “My favorite.”
He moved and did the same to the other breast, licking off most of the whipped cream but still leaving her throbbing nipples untouched.
When she didn’t think she could take anymore, Damon gripped her waist and pulled her closer, his mouth finally closing over one nipple. She gasped, pleasure tearing through as he sucked and licked. By the time he’d successfully removed any trace of whipped cream from each her breasts, Kim’s body was on fire.
Damon cupped her sex and she moaned as his thumb delved between her folds and circled her clit. He continued his heavenly assault on her nipples with this mouth as his fingers worked the sensitive nub. Soon Kim was rotating her hips and making begging noises. She wanted nothing more than to feel his cock inside her.
Somehow Damon had reduced her again to a pleading, quivering mess. She couldn’t think straight whenever he touched her, let alone remain in control.
With a renewed sense of determination, she pulled away and took a couple steps back. After a few deep breaths, she picked up the whip cream and kneeled in front of him.
“I’d like some dessert, too,” she said before wrapping her small hand around the base of his cock. Kim pressed the top and whipped cream poured forth, completely covering his very large dick before putting the can down next to her.
She had piled on the whipped cream at the head. Damon seemed to be holding his breath as her mouth came close and licked softly. She scooped a generous amount of it on her tongue without actually touching him. He strained forward but Kim chuckled and licked her lips where some of the whipped cream had landed.
“That is good,” she said. “But I think I’m missing the best part.”
This time she bent her head and licked him from the base of his shaft all the way to the tip. Damo
n groaned and gripped the sides of the chair.
“Oh, that was much better,” Kim said. She licked again, up one side and then other. Damon moved his hands from the chair to the top of her head and tried to direct her mouth back toward his dick.
“Suck it,” he growled softly.
Kim’s pussy quivered at his words and the desire in his eyes. She opened her mouth and took him in deep, sucking hungrily. Damon groaned in response and kept his hand firmly on her head, pushing it back down.
Using the wetness of her saliva mixed with the cream, Kim wrapped her hand around the base and stroked him as she sucked, stopping every once in a while to swirl her tongue around the mushroom head. Damon’s breathing came faster, his cock growing even more rigid in her mouth.
“Fuck, you mouth feels so good,” Damon rasped. “Look at me.”
Kim looked up, her mouth still clamped around him.
“Get up here so I can fuck you.”
Kim gave one last lick at his cock before standing. Damon turned her around and brought her down in his lap so she was facing away from him, her legs spread wide on each side of the chair.
Umm…reverse cowgirl. She liked this one.
She lifted her hips slightly so the tip of his cock was poised at her entrance. As she sat back down, Damon lifted his hips, burying himself deep inside her. Kim cried out as she filled her.
Damon grasped her ponytail in one hand, arching her against his hard chest. He slipped his other hand between her legs and rubbed her clit.
“Oh God,” she whimpered, loving the feel of having him inside her while he toyed with her clit.
“You like that?” he asked. Before she could reply, he let go of her hair and fondled her nipple.
“Yes,” she cried out as he rolled and pinched the bud. Kim rode him, rising up and down on his cock. She pushed up with her toes and came back down, harder, faster until they were both panting. A vortex of pleasure surrounded her.
