“Please, please, pleeeeease,” Krista moaned. “I’m so close. It feels like there’s fire running through my body instead of blood. I need you. I need to feel you inside me. Something.”
Krista was getting close. Damien could feel it in her restless hands and the near panicked sound of her voice. It was time to open up a few more possibilities. He reached up with his right hand and pushed his thumb into her mouth.
When Damien felt Krista’s warm, wet mouth enclose his finger, he mentally cursed this idea. His dick was going to fall off. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take. Who knew she could do things like that with her mouth? As she wrapped her tongue around his finger, stroking it up and down, he thought he would die. How embarrassing would it be to come in his pants like a teenage boy? He hissed as she nipped the side of his finger playfully and then caressed it with the tip of her tongue.
Playtime was over. Damien was done. He pulled his thumb from her mouth and eased it into her asshole. At the same time, he pushed two fingers inside her dripping pussy and sucked hard on her clit. Krista’s body convulsed around his fingers as an orgasmic scream echoed in the small hallway. She grabbed his head and held him in place, grinding her pussy into his face as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through her.
When the convulsions subsided, Damien removed his fingers and reached into his pocket, grabbing a condom. He quickly unzipped his jeans and pushed them down his hips. After unrolling the condom on his erection, he stood, and pulled Krista to her feet.
“I need you,” he said kissing her savagely, swallowing her moan of agreement.
Damien tore his mouth away from hers, spun her around and bent her over the speaker. As he gently pushed his thumb back into her ass, he decided it wasn’t ready yet. With a groan, he thrust forward, sheathing his cock all the way in her dripping pussy. He began slamming into her, his finger pushing in and out of her second hole with the same tempo. Barely hanging onto his control, Damien concentrated on opening her up.
“Oh my god!” Krista said, sensation overloading her brain. She had never felt anything like this. It was so intense, so many different sensations – the course fabric of the speaker against her face, the amazing cock, even the finger sliding in and out of her ass. She hadn’t thought she had another orgasm in her, but the pressure was building again.
Damien grabbed a big chunk of Krista’s long hair with his free hand and wound it around his wrist, using it for leverage. A sharp pull lifted her off the speaker as his cock pounded deep inside her relentlessly.
“Do you like that Krista?” Damien asked her, pushing her against the wall.
There was no use denying it. He was invading her body, taking it over and making it his. It didn’t matter that Krista had never had anything in her ass before. He played her body like a concert pianist. Her second orgasm was building and she knew he could tell.
“Yes,” Krista said with a shudder. She didn’t want to like it, but she did. She liked his hand in her hair, pulling sharply enough to force her breath through her teeth as pussy cream ran down her leg. She liked being forced against the wall, with nowhere to go, no give as he thrust into her openings with long, sure strokes. She liked everything.
“Say it again. Tell me you want me.” Damien said.
“I do,” Krista responded, her fingers scratching against the wall. “You’re amazing.”
“Tell me you like the way I fuck,” Damien growled.
Damien stilled when she didn’t say anything. “Say it Krista. You love the way my dick feels inside you.”
For several seconds, nothing moved and the only sound was of them both breathing hard, the noise of the club a minor detail. Finally Krista gave in.
Taking a deep breath, she said. “I love your dick and the way you fuck me.”
“That’s it baby,” Damien said as he pulled out and slammed back into her with all of his strength. He drove into her again, pounding her pussy against the wall.
As he filler her up over and over, Krista cried out. Damien slowed his thrust. Now was the time. Her orgasm was so close her legs were shivering. He pulled his dick out of her and let go of her hair. Leaning his body into hers, he whispered in her ear.
“Tell me to fuck your ass Krista. Tell me to fill you up like no one ever has.” Damien held his breath. She was ready. He had warmed her up so good, taking his time to make sure he wouldn’t hurt her. He was losing control and wanted to claim this piece of her first. He wanted to feel that this one part of her was his, completely.
Krista cried out in frustration as she felt him draw away. She was so close. “Take it, please. Fuck my ass. I just need you inside me,” she said with a sob. “I’m so close.”
Damien carefully positioned himself at her anal entrance and reached around putting his hand in front of her clit. When Krista took a breath, Damien bit her, hard, on the back of her neck. He thrust deeply into her ass all the while grinding the heel of his hand on her clit.
Krista screamed as her body filled simultaneously with pleasure and pain. Her body convulsed, the orgasm tearing through her, as he slowly pulled out and then thrust deep inside again. She’d thought he would go slow, had secretly dreaded the prospect of postponing her orgasm.
“More,” Krista said loving it. She should have known that he knew what she needed. He had prepared her ass to take him and then distracted her with an orgasm while her anal cavity stretched and became accustomed to his size. Krista bit down on her lip and felt her knees get weak. It was so different – intense and raw.
Damien pulled them away from the wall, still buried deep inside Krista’s ass, and bent her over the speaker for the second time. With a growl, he plunged deeply, harder and harder in an effort to send them both over the edge.
“God, you are amazing,” Damien said, amazed at the woman in front of him. “The way you give yourself to me makes me crazy.” His dick was sliding in and out of her easily now. The endorphins from her orgasm had probably helped. He increased the tempo knowing he wouldn’t last much longer.
Krista could feel her anal muscles trembling. Something was building with an intensity that felt - primal. She wondered if she could come this way and figured there was only one way to find out. With both hands, she reached back and pulled her cheeks apart, granting him deeper access.
“Harder, please!” Krista exclaimed. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
As Krista begged, Damien’s control evaporated. He grabbed her hips and slammed into her, fast, hard, and deep. He hadn’t wanted to hurt her, but she eliminated rational thought. She played on his base urges, the primitive part of his brain.
“You want more?” he asked, fucking her ass harder than he had her pussy, holding nothing back. He reached under her body and pressed his fingers against her clit, grinding them both against the speaker with the force of his thrust. “Take it all then, slut. Show me you like it. Come for me. Come NOW Krista!”
With a scream, she let the pressure break as his fingers twiddled against her clit with the weight of both their bodies. Nothing had prepared her for her first anal orgasm, the intensity, the mixture of pleasure and pain, the sheer enormity of it. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear her hair follicles were even tingling. He’d thought she was kidding earlier, but she truly believed she was becoming addicted to his brand of sex.
As Krista cried out, Damien thrust deep inside, her ass muscles convulsing around him, milking him. With a low groan, he gave one final thrust and the best orgasm of his life ripped through his body.
When it was over, Damien pulled out, slowly. He knew she would be coming down off the endorphins soon and didn’t want to hurt her, especially after he had completely lost control – again. Anal sex was tricky under the best of circumstances, but he had lost it, spurred on by her dirty mouth and the way she begged. He pulled the used condom off his dick and dropped it next to the speaker. He’d throw it away later.
Despite his boasting earlier that night, Krista really wasn’t going to be able to
walk, much less drive home. Without being cocky, Damien knew he was larger than the average man. At a full ten inches and nearly as big around as her wrist, he always had to be careful not to hurt the women he slept with. That’s one of the reasons it was so important for him to maintain his control. Unfortunately for her, he didn’t seem to have any where she was concerned.
Damien pulled up his pants, buttoning them with deft fingers. Then he reached down and carefully picked her up. Krista was limp in his arms, satiated and exhausted with one pant leg trailing on the ground. He hoped she had enjoyed herself enough tonight to want to see him again after she found out who he was. The illusion she had in her brain would be demolished by the bathroom lights. No matter how he spun it in his brain, she was not going to like finding out that he worked here. She might think he did this sort of thing all the time or that he really was a rapist. The worst possible scenario was that she might not ever want to see him again. If he was honest with himself, he’d admit that he’d never met anyone like her and wanted to keep her in his life, somehow.
“Come on princess,” Damien said as he carried Krista into the women’s bathroom and hit the light with his elbow. She was unprepared for the sudden illumination and quickly closed her eyes, covering them up with her arm.
“Ughhh, what was that for?” she whined softly.
“Sorry sweetheart,” Damien replied. “Couldn’t be helped. I’ve got to make sure you’re okay.”
Krista blinked her eyes a few times and realized she could see. She could see him, her mystery man. All she had to do was look up. Suddenly, she didn’t want to. Was it weird that she was afraid? Once she looked up and saw who he was, everything would become real. She would never be able to pretend that she was normal, never pretend that she had ordinary everyday urges. It was dark territory she’d explored with him and somehow, knowing his identity would change everything. In the end curiosity won out and she dared to glance when he sat her gently on the floor.
“It can’t be you,” Krista exclaimed with a surprised gasp, dripping with disbelief.
Damien’s clenched his jaw in frustration. She sounded disappointed. Maybe her friend had been wrong. He faced up to the fact that the last two days had made him want her even more. No woman had ever called to him more and the thought of not being with her was infuriating.
“Sorry princess,” he said, trying to be casual. “You were expecting someone else?”
Krista frowned, thinking about everything that had happened. It truly did not seem possible and she could think of several reasons why.
“One,” Krista said, counting the reasons off on her fingers, “I’ve been coming here for over a year and you have barely ever looked at me. Two, I never told you my name, and three, the knife has an ‘L’ on it.”
As Krista started listing all the reasons why it couldn’t or shouldn’t be him, Damien tried to check his frustration. None of this was her fault and she hadn’t done anything to deserve what he had done to her for the last few days. Granted, he’d made it good for her, but the fact of the matter was that she wasn’t into him and hadn’t been willing, despite her friend’s assurances.
If nothing else, he at least owed her an explanation. “One, I don’t look at you, because it sucks tending bar with a hard on. Two, your friend, Hannah, told me your name and three, my name is Lance. That’s why there’s an L on the knife. My middle name is Damien.”
Krista laughed. It might have been because she was semi-hysterical, or maybe because she couldn’t get over how lucky she was. Damien was the hottest guy she had ever seen and here he was justifying himself for why he was her secret admirer. Was that the right word? Admirer, stalker, sex god? She wasn’t sure which was right. Maybe all of them.
When she started laughing at him, Damien lost it. He reached out and pulled her forcefully against his body. He grabbed her hair and pulled hard enough to wrench her head back so he could see her eyes. There was apprehension there, but he saw desire too. Maybe he could salvage this. He kissed her roughly on the mouth, forcing his tongue into her mouth, exploring it, claiming it. He rubbed his once again hardening dick against her pelvis. Maybe if he could convince her they had chemistry, she would give him a chance.
Krista was stunned. Why was he so angry? She abandoned trying to think when he kissed her. It was a lost cause anyway. He kissed her so hard her lips were going to be bruised. Winding her hands into his hair, she kissed him back, not caring that she stood there wearing half a pair of pants and nothing else. Just as suddenly as it started, it was over and he was halfway across the room.
Damien ran a hand through his hair and took a few calming breaths. He had to get his priorities in order and stop thinking with his dick. Unfortunately, it was rock hard and making a good case for taking her with the lights on, showing her how great it could be, proving to her that he wasn’t the monster he’d made himself out to be. Of course, taking her with the lights on might just prove he was that monster. He wasn’t usually, but there was something about her that made him lose his mind. It didn’t help that she had laughed at him. He composed himself and walked back over to where she stood next to the sink as if in a daze.
“Look, princess - whether you wanted it to be me or not, it was. Neither of us can change that and I wouldn’t even if I could. The kind of chemistry we have doesn’t just happen every day. Regardless, you are going to need help getting home. So suck it up and let me take care of you.”
Krista just looked at him. It was like he was speaking a language that she didn’t understand. In what reality could he possibly believe she didn’t want him? She tried to find the words to explain how she felt when the edges of her vision started to go dark. She was dizzy and suddenly nauseous. What was happening?
“I don’t feel so good,” she said as she slid towards the ground in slow motion. Damien caught her just before she fell.
“What the fuck?” he exclaimed. “Krista, say something,”
Damien shook her gently. Krista was out cold. He laid her down on the bathroom floor and listened to her chest. Her heart was beating. What the hell was happening? He leaned up close to her face and felt her breath against his cheek.
“Krista, come on honey, wake up,” he said, shaking her again. Krista didn’t respond.
Damien carefully put her pants back on. Her shirt and bra were out in the hallway somewhere and he didn’t have time to go looking for them. So he took off his and slid it over her small frame, arranging her arms in the sleeves. He grabbed her purse and picked her up, carrying her out of the restroom. For the second time in as many days Damien decided that everything was a disaster.
“Hey Greg. I gotta go,” Damien said, nearing the bar. “Cover the rest of my shift, okay?”
Greg glanced up from the drink he was making. “Dude, what’d you do – fuck her to death?”
“It’s not funny man,” Damien said gritting his teeth. “I don’t know what happened, but I gotta get her to the hospital. Cover for me.”
“Whatever dude,” Greg said with a grin. “I just want to know, did you stop before or after she passed out.”
“You’re sick, you know that.” Damien shook his head, fighting a smile.
“Man, you’re the one who left an hour ago and came back with an unconscious chick,” Greg said, still grinning. Damien knew he was never going to live this one down. If Greg wasn’t such a good friend, he wouldn’t be able to put up with the shit he was going to take over this one.
“Okay, fine, have your laughs. But seriously, I gotta go. Can you flip the light switch in the back hallway and grab her stuff?”
“It’s cool man,” Greg said, tossing the bar rag over his shoulder. “I got it under control. You’re just lucky there was a concert tonight or the place would have been packed. Go on, get out of here. And next time, take better care of your toys.”
Chapter 3
Damien carefully laid Krista in the back seat of his car. He buckled the seatbelts around her and hoped that would keep her from ro
lling around back there and possibly getting more injured. It was bad enough she was having some kind of weird reaction to having sex with him. He didn’t think he could take it if she got hurt on the way to the hospital.
Damien hopped in the front seat, started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He tried not to drive too recklessly, but was really worried about her. His friend was making jokes, but what if Krista was in a coma or something. Is it even possible to fuck somebody into a coma? It wasn’t like he was choking her or anything. How the hell could she have passed out?
Damien’s mind was spinning with questions as he pulled into emergency area of the hospital and threw the car in park. Jumping out, he opened the back door to get Krista out of the car.
“Hey buddy, you can’t park there,” a security guard said.
Damien ignored him and undid the seatbelts holding Krista in place.
“Seriously, you can’t park there. You gotta go around to the lot,” the security guard said forcefully.
Damien finally got her free and pulled Krista out of the car.
“Do what you gotta do man, but I am taking her inside.”
When the security guard saw Krista’s unconscious form, he relaxed a little.
“Alright,” the uniformed attendant said. “Go ahead and take her in, but get your ass back out here, pronto and move this car.”
Damien smiled at him. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” He carried Krista inside, hoping she was going to be okay and walked over to the triage nurse.
“Excuse me, but my friend needs some help,” Damien said. “She’s unconscious and I’m not sure why.”
The triage nurse grabbed Krista’s wrist, feeling for a pulse. As a weak, but steady beat pulsed against the nurse’s fingers, Krista’s chest rose.
“Well, she’s breathing and has a pulse,” the nurse said. “That’s something. Set her down so I can get her vitals.”
Damien carefully placed Krist on the chair, holding her in place. The nurse wrapped a blood pressure cuff around her arm and began squeezing the air pump.
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