by Ali Parker
She stroked him once again before moving to hover over the top of him. Her lips pressed a soft kiss to the thick meaty top of him before opening her mouth and taking him into her wetness. He groaned, the fingers of one of his hands sliding into her hair and holding tight. She moaned against him, the soft bucking of his hips driving her mad. He wasn’t willing to let control go, and for now, she was good with that.
She worked to cover him in wetness, licking and sucking in various rhythms over and over again. Her hands played games with the most sensitive parts of him as she waged war against his lust. His fingers gripped the seat behind him, his hips arching hard as she choked on him. She pulled back, her eyes watering at the action. Damon reached down and slid his hands along her face, pressing his lips to hers and licking at the wetness around her mouth.
“Enough,” he whispered as she moved back.
“No. I want to drink you dry.”
“Fuck, Beth.” He stroked himself once, his breathing labored. “I’m so close. Let’s just wait.”
“No.” She leaned forward, pushing his hand away and taking charge of him. He groaned loudly as she began to work him. Her eyes diverted to the ecstasy on his face. Beautiful. Intriguing. A god in his own right. His eyes opened as he looked down at her, his features softening a little. He touched her cheek softly, love filling his gaze.
“Move back, baby. I’m going to come. Let me finish it.” He groaned as she took more of him into her mouth, her hands working to touch every part of him that her mouth didn’t. She moaned against him, her body throbbing as she picked up the pace.
“Beth, please. Move back, baby. I can’t hold it much longer.” His head dropped back as his hips bucked. Beth sucked harder, taking anything he gave and wanting more. He thrust a few more times before collapsing on the seat. Beth released him, licking softly along the length of him as he shivered.
“Fuck… ” His eyes opened, his fingers coming to stroke the side of her face softly. “Don’t make me fall in love with you, Beth. I’m damaged goods.”
“Hush,” she whispered and moved back to sit beside him. He worked to get his pants together as the driver stopped the car and opened the door.
“Everything go okay?” The older man smiled and held the door open. Beth got out and reached for him, her knees almost giving out under her. The gentleman chuckled. “You okay, young one?”
“Yes, just feeling a little woozy.” Beth smiled, her fingers gripping the man’s arm.
“Love will do that to you.”
“Damn right it will,” Damon choked out, reaching for the edge of the door and pulling himself out. He reached for Beth. “Come on… We’re not done.”
Chapter 4
Bethany reached out and took his hand, pulling herself close to his side as the wind picked up. The smell of salt and sea washed over her. She pulled him to a stop for a minute so she could take in the beauty of Seattle. Small shops lined the streets, the decorations eclectic, the sound of music taking her attention.
“There you two are. I was beginning to worry.”
Bethany turned to see Kent moving toward them, a warm smile on his face. She released Damon’s hand and moved in behind him as he greeted his father. Damon nodded to the counter, his face pale, lips wet and brilliantly pink.
“I’ll get the rooms.”
“Was the flight good, Bethany?” Kent moved in front of her. He reached out and squeezed her shoulder softly, a fatherly smile on his face.
“It was great. No turbulence at all.” Bethany moved into the hotel with him, her eyes adverting to find Damon. Her heart had yet to slow down, the thumping pulse still racing down her nerve endings.
“That’s great news. I’m going to steal Damon for a couple of hours, but we’ll meet you for dinner tonight.” He winked at her and looked toward Damon.
“What’s the plan?” Damon handed her a card to the room.
“I need you to help me on a presentation for a few hours. I told Bethany to enjoy her afternoon. We can just meet her for dinner. Sound good?”
“Perfect,” Bethany finished the thought for them. Damon looked at her, his eyebrow lifting slightly. She moved to pick up her bag. “I can take these to the room.”
“No. I’ll take them up with her and meet you back here in five minutes, dad.”
“Sounds good. Enjoy yourself, Bethany. Get anything you want.”
She smiled and walked toward the elevator. Damon moved in beside her and growled softly.
“What the fuck?” He slipped in behind her and pressed the button to their floor, setting down his luggage and turning to her. He closed the distance between them, his fingers sliding into her hair again as he massaged the back of her head.
“I’ll take a nap.” She smiled and pulled him down for a short kiss.
He pressed himself against her, his body still hard and seemingly ready for so much more.
“I want you,” he whispered against her lips. The door opened behind them and he moved out of the elevator, holding it for her.
“Yeah, well, I want you too, but I’m not allowed to have you until I need you, and even then I can only have you when you say I can.” She gave him a sassy look as she passed him.
His fingers caressed the curve of her butt as he moved in beside her. “You’re catching on quickly. Good girl.”
She scoffed and popped him in the chest, a wicked smile was all she got in return. He opened the door and slipped his luggage in. Bethany walked past him into the expansive room, the cream colored walls and crimson sheets luxurious.
She turned as the door closed, half expecting him to be gone. He pressed his back to the door and smiled.
“Undress for me. I have to go, but give me something to be tortured by.” He nodded as if she were allowed to start.
“No.” She shrugged and walked toward the windows, pulling back the curtains and looking over her shoulder to smile at him.
“I’ll rip that pretty dress off your sexy body, woman.” He smiled, his eyebrow lifting.
“I love this dress.” She turned to face him, a hand on her hip.
“I love what’s under that dress. Make me ache for you, Beth. Show me what I want to see.”
Bethany reached up and unzipped the back of the dress. Her motions were slow and methodical, the sense of calm that had settled over her was almost concerning. Internally she was losing her mind. Her heart was beating too fast, her stomach in wicked knots all over again.
He nodded toward her, his lip rising in a sexy smile. “You’re going to need that nap, beautiful.”
She tugged at the dress, the material silky as it slid down her skin. Her white panties and bra barely covered her body, the undies no doubt wet along the front.
Damon’s head hit the door behind him, a soft groan lifting from him as his hand reached for the door handle. “Enough… that’s enough.”
“Oh no… We’re just getting started.” Bethany reached behind her, undoing her bra and letting it drop. She slid her hands up her thin waist and cupped herself, tugging at her nipples and groaning as she watched him.
His hand slid over the front of his slacks, his breathing heavy and wicked hot. Damon’s dark eyes slid down her body, his tongue wetting his lips as he whispered, “Take them off.”
Bethany turned and slid her fingers into the top of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs and bending over to let them drop onto the floor. Damon’s movement toward her caused her to stand and turn, her hand extended to stop him. He pressed against it before pushing it out of the way.
The force of him crashing into her took her breath away. His arms wrapped around her tightly, his momentum spinning them toward the bed. He pushed forward and caught them as she dropped to the softness beneath them. He laid on top of her, his lips dragging down her neck to her breasts. Bethany arched her back, a cry leaving her lips as he took her into his mouth, his other hand softly caressing the other breast. He carefully nibbled at her, his tongue lapping the space between her breasts
.
She pushed up, rubbing herself against him, her legs wrapping tightly around him. He leaned up and kissed her lips softly, his eyes dark and ominous.
He stood, grabbing her thighs and pulling her to the end of the bed, her ass almost hanging off. Damon urged her legs around him, his palm flat on her lower stomach, his thumb reaching down to rub softly at her.
“So beautiful,” he whispered, his eyes roaming all over her. “Rest now, cause when I get back we fuck.”
“It’s time…” she whispered, the room growing hazy from the onslaught of emotion rolling through her.
“It’s past time.” He slid his thumb into her, pulling a little and leaving a sound of satisfaction. “I’m going to devour you over and over.”
Bethany pressed against his fingers, her sense of modesty long gone. He leaned over and kissed the top of her stomach, his lips feather light. Her breath caught in her chest as he looked up at her.
“I’m sorry for yesterday. I’ll explain when I can. Rest so I can make love to you until you can’t walk.” He kissed her again and carefully released her, walking to the door and pausing by it to look over his shoulder at her. “Fuck me…”
Bethany waited to respond until he disappeared from the room. “No, fuck me… please.”
The late afternoon turned into evening as Bethany rested. Her nap had lasted until a little after eight. Bethany checked her phone and found nothing from Damon or Kent. Getting up, she slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. She stopped by the bathroom to make sure she didn’t look like the hot mess she felt like. He should have been back by then.
She picked up the phone and called him after brushing her teeth and pulling her hair into a ponytail.
“Hey.” His voice was strained. Something was wrong.
“Hey. You okay?”
“Yeah, this is just a lot more than I expected.”
“You need my help?”
“No, but I’m not going to be back anytime soon. Dad just ran to pick up sandwiches and leave you a message.”
“Where are you guys? I can get food and bring it to you.”
“No, he’s already been gone ten minutes. We’re at the downtown office. Just grab something good to eat and enjoy the room. Get the valet to take you somewhere if you get stir crazy. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. We’ll put you to work tomorrow.”
She hung up, a sense of disappointment settling over her. Their night of hot sex and deep groans seemed to be dissipating fast. Might be for the better. She sat down on the bed and reached for the hotel phone. Ordering room service wasn’t her first choice, but it would be better than going hungry for the night. Too many hard memories attached to hunger.
She ordered a chicken sandwich and fries before slipping out of her jeans and into a pair of pajama pants. She texted Matt to see how he was doing and got a phone call in return.
“Hey. I didn’t mean for you to call.”
He laughed, the sound brightening her mood immediately. “I like talking more than texting. My fingers are too fat for all that jazz. Besides, I can’t read emotion. I can hear it.”
“Well, I’m glad you called then.”
“How are you?”
“I’m good. Damon and I had a bad fight yesterday, but today is better.”
“Have you guys talked through whatever you were fighting over?”
“Yes and no. I apologized. He did too.”
“Damon apologized? Whoa. Hold the phone.”
Bethany laughed, laying back on the bed and letting her mind drift back to the various ways he had apologized. “Yeah, he did.”
“That’s big, Beth. Have you told him?”
“Told him what?”
“That you’re in love with him.”
“What?” She sat up, hugging the phone closer to her ear as if someone might hear their private conversation.
“I’m not saying anything you don’t know already. Does he know?”
She sighed. “I think so. I don’t know. That’s a lot to spring on him. We’ve barely known each other a week. I’m not putting that out there yet. It would scare him to death.”
“I think you’d be surprised.”
“Yes well, no. Just no.”
Matt laughed again. “When are you coming home?”
“Wednesday night. Come to your dad’s that night so we can catch up.”
“I’ll be there. You should tell him.”
“No.”
“Okay, but I think it would be a good thing.”
“You also pretend to be crazy so people leave you alone.”
“True and it works right?”
They laughed and Bethany hung up, Matt’s words washing over her. Should she express herself to Damon? What was the look on his face the night before when she had slipped up a bit? Horror? Fear? Loss of words at being accepted? She glanced at the clock and pulled herself into the bed, waiting for her food and wishing like hell he were there.
“I love you, Damon,” she whispered into the empty room, the words sounding right but sprouting fear. What if he couldn’t return them? What if he could, but wouldn’t?
Chapter 5
Bethany woke to an empty room Monday morning. Damon’s suitcase still sat by the door, nothing in the room having been touched or moved. She sat up and reached for her phone. The message from him was at two in the morning. Just a note that they wouldn’t be back until breakfast. Worry tugged at her. What if it wasn’t about business? What if he had someone here and went to stay with her?
She growled at herself and climbed out of the bed before stripping and heading to the shower. He would be who he was and until they locked down their relationship, she didn’t have much say over any of that. She stepped into the steamy hot water. The mesmerizing pressure of the liquid caused her to groan in relief. Sleep had been welcomed after the long night before of worrying all night.
The bathroom door opened and closed. Bethany stuck her head out, her hair partially wet, eyes wide. Damon looked over at her, pulling his shirt off.
“Sorry about last night. Such a fucking mess. I don’t know what happened with the office manager, but he dicked up everything for this audit today.”
He wasn’t being himself at all, nor did he look healthy. Dark circles sat under his eyes, his skin piqued. She moved back and opened the shower, hiding behind the curtain.
“I wish you would have come and picked me up. I could have helped. Come in here with me.”
“I should have. You’re right. I just got into trying to fix it and before I knew it the sun was coming up.” He dropped his slacks and boxers before sliding into the small space with her. She released the curtain and turned to face him. Damon reached for her, closing the small step that stood between them. His hands slid around her waist, the water making his fingers glide with ease.
Bethany lifted on her toes and wrapped her arms around him, pulling him down for a long soft kiss. He leaned into her, the heaviness of exhaustion almost palatable. She turned them slowly in the water until his back was to the spray. His groan broke the kiss. She moved from him, her eyes taking all of him in as water dripped down his chiseled chest and firm abs.
She reached for the soap, rubbing it between her hands before moving back to stand in front of him. Reaching up, Bethany pressed deep circles into his pecs and down his stomach. Her fingernails scratched lightly along the dark hair above his sex, his body coming to life within moments of her touching him.
“God that feels good. I don’t know if I’ve ever let anyone wash me,” he mumbled, his head tilting back as water ran over his hair and the top of his face.
“Turn and let me get your back.” She moved back, picking up the soap again as desire slammed into her. His back was well-defined, his butt the sexiest thing she had ever seen. She reached for it first, rolling her soapy hands over the curves of it as he flexed. His hands slid up the shower wall, body sagging forward slightly. Bethany pre
ssed both of her hands into the muscles of his back and worked to pull the tension from them. Soft sounds of appreciation slipped from him as he pressed his forehead to the shower wall.
Bethany finished washing his beautiful body and slid her arms around his torso, pressing herself to the back of him. He reached back and rubbed his fingers along the curve of her hip.
“I have to get back up there. Dad left at three or so. I know he’s going to need me.” Damon yawned loudly, his body shivering at the effort. He turned, wrapping his arms around her and sliding his hands down her back. He leaned into her, his mouth finding her neck. He buried his face against her throat, his erection thick and hard as it pressed against her stomach.
“I’ll go. I’m smarter than both of you put together. I’ll help this morning while you get a nap. Come after you’ve rested.”
“I want to come now.” He smiled against the side of her neck, his breath hot against her ear.
“You’re tired. We’ll enjoy each other tonight after the audit is underway and you’ve slept.”
He nipped at her ear, his hands sliding down to the bottom of her ass. He pulled her in tightly, her body molded to his. “Does it feel like I’m going to be able to sleep?”
Bethany laughed and pulled from his grasp. Holding his hips, she turned them again, the hot water splashing over her chilled skin. A smile crept up her face, Damon’s eyes growing wide as she turned to face the wall. She slid her hands up the cold tiles, her back arching, her body on display for the beautiful man behind her.
“All I’ve wanted…” He slid his hands over her hips, up her ribs to hold on to her breasts. His body pressed into hers, a loud groan leaving her lips as she exhaled in what seemed to be relief. His motions were rhythmic and slow, his body almost too much for her to handle. She pressed back against him as he leaned over her, his teeth and tongue dragging across her back and shoulder.
She moaned and rocked forward, giving him more traction to enjoy himself.
