Skin Deep

by Alicia White

  Damon was another story. Nicholas had seen them together, and even though they looked casual to most people watching, he could see that there was more. There were obvious sparks between them that they both ignored. He had hired Damon because he thought that maybe with them both so interested in her there might be chance they could talk and maybe even agree to work together. It wasn’t that he was interested in men in a sexual sense, it just turned him on to have a beautiful woman receiving pleasure. He was also able to be a voyeur and an exhibitionist at the same time.

  He knew that they were related, not by blood but by marriage. He knew that they both felt guilty. Looking in their eyes, he knew that they also felt longing. He planned to call Damon into his office or maybe have him meet at the club downtown so that he could see firsthand what he wanted them to share. If he could get Damon on board, then maybe Selene would want him, too, and maybe if he were lucky, maybe one day she would actually love him. He knew that after seeing her for a year, that he already had feelings for her.

  Nicholas opened the door to his suite and walked in. He needed to take a nice, hot shower and think of a plan. It would be easy to get Damon to the club. The hard part would be getting him to agree to work together. He seemed very possessive and protective of her, and those were great qualities, but Nicholas needed them to come to some sort of understanding. He stripped out of his clothes and walked into the large bathroom. It would work. He needed to think positive thoughts only. He would be able to convince Damon.

  Nicholas walked directly into the shower and straight under the hot water. He let the water rain down on him and massage his body as he closed his eyes and enjoyed. He let the stress of the day melt away and prepared himself for his next move. There was a club event coming up. He could put Damon’s name down to work. Damon could be his personal security for the day. That was easy enough to accomplish. Next, was getting Damon inside the club and agreeing to work together. He stopped thinking as he leaned his head against the cold tile. He couldn’t let this whole thing over take his life. It would work out.

  Nicholas shut the hot water off and walked out of the large shower stall. The cold air hit him, and he shivered, enjoying the quick change of the temperature. He grabbed a towel and quickly dried himself off before walking into his bedroom. He climbed in the bed, enjoying the cool sheets against his naked skin.

  Closing his eyes, he thought about Selene and how passionate she had been earlier. He noticed her hands above her head in submission, and that had been the point that he had started pounding harder into her body. Thoughts of tying her up haunted him still, and he couldn’t wait to get the opportunity to love her body again.

  Nicholas turned over and lay on his stomach. He needed to sleep, and his hard cock was getting in the way. Thinking of Selene wasn’t helping either. He closed his eyes, feeling some pre-cum on his stomach. His cock ached, but he didn’t want to masturbate to the memory. He only wanted the real thing, and he would have it. He wouldn’t doubt himself any longer, it would all work out.

  It took a while to get comfortable, but Nicholas forced his eyes closed and made his body relax into the soft mattress.

  Chapter 4

  Selene walked silently through the casino toward the employee parking area. She knew Damon was following her, and that he was pissed or at the very least confused. Her stomach was churning, and she could still feel the burn on the whiskey on her throat. She wiped a hand down her face, scared of the upcoming conversation she knew was going to happen sooner rather than later.

  When the front doors opened to the late night, warm air rushed in, and it helped to calm her nerves. Damon grabbed her hand, and she looked up at him. She could tell that he was having a hard time not saying anything. His face was so expressive that she already knew what he was going to say. That’s what scared her. She was ready to give him the answers he wanted. He only shook his head, though, and that had her heart rate picking up and her stomach doing a summersault. She knew that she had disappointed him. She would rather hear him get angry than to see him look defeated.

  Damon walked her to her car, and she took out her keys to unlock the door. She loved her car. She had gotten it from her grandfather when he passed away, the summer after she turned eighteen. Getting the car had changed everything and pushed her to leave home and to pursue her dream. Damon held out his hand, and she handed him her keys, she was glad he wanted to drive her home.

  She scooted over to the passenger seat and gave Damon plenty of space. When the engine started, she closed her eyes, loving the sound of the V8 engine as it roared to life. He pushed a button, and the soft top went down, giving her a view of the dark night sky. As he pulled from the lot and hit the gas, she put her head back, enjoying the wind blowing through her hair.

  The silence was driving her crazy. He wasn’t speaking to her yet, and he barely made eye contact. He pulled into their apartment complex and parked in her assigned spot. He got out of the car and stood there with the door open. Selene took a deep breath and crawled across the bench seat. She climbed out of the car, and they stood there staring at each other.

  “Did you do something with him? Nicholas? Did you, um…” He couldn’t say the words, and she didn’t want to hear them. He deserved the truth, though. She would never lie to him no matter how much she wanted to.

  She opened her mouth to tell him what happened, to explain what their relationship was, but the words stuck in her throat. Damon surprised her by covering her mouth with his hand and shaking his head.

  “I love you. I’ve loved you forever.” His words struck her hard, and her eyes filled with tears. She remembered telling him that if he didn’t want to know the answer, he shouldn’t ask the question. Her beautiful, strong man didn’t want to know, and she felt a small bit of relief.

  “I know. I love you, too. Our relationship is too complicated. We’re kinda related. Thank God that it’s not by blood, but still it’s weird.”

  “No it’s not. We love each other. We can be together. It doesn’t matter what people think. I don’t care what anybody thinks.”

  “I do.” She whispered the words and watched the hope that had been gleaming in his eyes earlier fade a bit. She hated doing this, hated hurting him. She hadn’t spoken to her mother since she had moved to Las Vegas because she didn’t want to lie, but she knew the truth wouldn’t work either. She hadn’t run away from home with Damon. She had been eighteen when she left, but still, after sleeping with him and loving him, it just felt too weird. Looking at him now, the battle continued inside her head and her heart.

  He nodded once and turned away from her, walking up the stairs that led to their apartments. They lived next door to each other even though she secretly wanted to live with him to stay close to him. She punished herself and him. She kept them apart because she couldn’t deal with all the what-if scenarios that played through her mind.

  Even now, she was haunted. She wanted to grab him and kiss him. She wanted to beg him to make love to her. Then she remembered being with Nicholas, and she felt unworthy of Damon all over again. When she reached the top of the stairs, she walked straight to her apartment, she needed to get inside and take a hot shower. She needed to clean Nicholas off her body and scrub Damon out of her heart. She felt sick, bile slowly rising from her stomach.

  Selene pushed her door open and ran into the bathroom, she leaned over the toilet and her stomach contents came out. It was only the whiskey. She hadn’t taken the time to eat any real food, especially since both Damon and Nicholas were on her mind. She closed her eyes and felt tears dripping down her cheeks. Every time she got close to telling Damon how she felt, something awful happened that threw them apart. She put both her hand on her face and squatted down next to the toilet.

  Warm hands rubbed her back, and she let out a quiet moan. She didn’t think that Damon would follow her. She really believed that she had ruined everything. Nevertheless, here he was, showing her how much he really did care about her. He always did that. It mad
e her cry a little more, tears spilling freely down her cheeks.

  “It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you.” Damon picked her up slowly and carried her to the bathroom sink, sitting her on the edge. She watched him put toothpaste on her toothbrush. He handed it to her, and she immediately shoved it into her mouth, wanting to get the yucky taste out. He watched her closely, and she could feel how much he adored her. It was so much more than she deserved.

  When she was finished and her mouth tasted minty once more, Damon carried her into the bedroom. He put her gently on the bed and then walked to the dresser and took out her favorite pair of pajamas. She couldn’t get over the fact that he always seemed to know what to do. He always took care of her. She wanted to cry, but instead she kept it inside, not revealing what she felt.

  Damon walked to her with her warm, soft pajamas in hand and she moved, sliding off the bed. She started taking off her clothes, not caring that he was in the room. She wanted him, she craved him, and she promised herself that if he reached out and touched her, she wouldn’t stop him. In fact, she knew she would beg for more. She took off her clothes, one item at a time. She kept her eyes on him, loving the way his eyes changed and became darker. When he reached her, he knelt in front of her. Using only his fingertips, he skimmed his fingers up her legs until he reached her panties. He grabbed the sides and pulled them down slowly, pushing his face into her pussy when the panties were no longer in his way.

  She stepped out of her panties, and he threw them over his shoulder without moving his face. She could feel him taking deep breaths, and she felt a moment of fear, wondering if she smelt good to him still. When his tongue licked her, she jumped and grabbed his head to steady herself. Damon moved fast. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, and she missed him instantly. Luckily, he didn’t make her wait another minute. He dove for her and grabbed her thighs, spreading her wide.

  His fingers dug into her skin, and she knew that he would probably leave marks. That thought thrilled her. Having him mark her with his passion pushed her closer to the edge, and she grabbed his head, holding him against her tighter. His tongue danced across her clit, twirling, until he pulled it into his mouth and sucked hard. Her back arched off the bed, and she shoved her pussy farther into his mouth, wanting more, begging without words.

  Damon hummed against her pussy as he sucked her, shoving his tongue deep inside. It wasn’t enough, and she thrashed around, finally something bigger was shoved in, and she took a deep breath, realizing that he had moved one of his hands. He pumped his fingers in her while he sucked her clit, and she knew it wouldn’t be long before she was coming apart in his arms.

  She could feel her climax looming in the distance, and she focused on the pleasure that would soon be hers. “Oh, God…Damon…I’m so close. Don’t stop!” She was on edge, felt her skin tingling, and her inner muscles flexing on his fingers. She focused on the pleasure.

  Damon pulled away, panting, and Selene’s eyes flew open. Her juices were dripping down his face, and his pupils were fully dilated. “What? Why did you stop? Fuck…Damon I was so close.”

  “Condom!” He yelled the word, and she pointed to the side table next to the bed. He pulled his clothes off as he moved quickly to the nightstand and pulled the drawer out completely. It landed on the floor, and he leaned down and grabbed a condom. In less than a minute, he was naked and the condom was on his hard cock.

  Selene stared in awe. He was a god, his body tanned and his muscles hard. His cock pointed straight at her, and she moaned, ready for him. She moved farther onto the bed, making sure there was enough room for him, and Damon wasted no time prowling toward her. He looked more powerful somehow, and she opened her legs wide, inviting him in. His skin was hot, and she shivered, enjoying the feel of him against her. It had been so long since they were this close, and she stared at him, making sure to memorize every second.

  He leaned down and took possession of her mouth, and she could still taste herself on his lips. She swirled her tongue in his mouth and he moaned deep in his chest. He moved his lips, kissing her jaw, her chin, and finally sucking on her neck. She felt his cock at her opening, and in one long thrust, he pushed his length into her. She threw back her head at the delicious invasion, and he bit into her neck. The slight pain sent a jolt to her pussy, and she flexed her muscles around him.

  “Damon…Damon…Damon.” She chanted his name like a prayer, needing more of him. He pulled back and pushed in, setting up a slow rhythm and she wrapped her legs around his hips, wanting closer contact.

  “You feel so good. So fuckin’ good. Tight. Hot. Amazing.” He whispered the words in her ear, and he pushed himself up onto his knees. He threw her legs over his forearms and moved quicker. She never took her eyes off him. His muscles flexed and his jaw tightened, and she knew he was close, and she really wanted this to last longer.

  “Please…Damon. I need more.” He pulled his cock out of her and turned her over, shoving her shoulders against the bed and lifting her hips up high. This was her favorite position. It made her feel owned and dominated. He knew exactly what she needed.

  One strong hand grabbed her hip. She felt the head of his cock line up, and with one thrust he shoved his cock back into her. She shoved her hips back, trying to keep up with the quick pace he set. She moved her hand down, needing to touch her clit, needing to come. He shoved her hand out of the way and started flicking her clit.

  “Do you want to come, baby?” His voice took on a gravelly sound, and she nodded her head, unable to answer him.

  “I’ll let you come if you ask nicely.” He wanted her to ask permission. She felt her pulse kick up at that request, and she swallowed hard.

  “Will you please let me come?” She couldn’t think straight. All he had to do was say yes, and she knew it would happen. She needed this.

  “Who owns this pussy?” He pounded into her hard, reaching a place within her that hadn’t been stroked since the first time they were together. She opened her mouth to breathe. She needed more oxygen. He knew her too well. He knew exactly what to say to make her squirm.

  “You do.” She wasn’t sure she could say his name. He did own her. In a way, he always would.

  “Say my name,” he told her, slapping her ass hard.

  “Damon. Oh, God…Damon. You own my pussy.” She panted. She was so close. Her orgasm just loomed out of reach.

  “Good girl. Come now, baby. I want to feel your pussy come all over my cock.” Damon slapped her ass harder, and the sting along with his permission, sent her over the edge. Colors flashed behind her eyelids in a kaleidoscope of shapes. Her body shook uncontrollably, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Damon’s hands gripped her hips as he pounded into her. He followed her over, growling his climax. She felt hot jets of cum shoot into her, and that set off another small orgasm.

  Damon slowly pulled out of her, and her legs gave out, forcing her to lie fully on her stomach. She felt the bed dip and knew that he moved away from her. The sound of running water didn’t faze her. She was having a hard time catching her breath and coming back to reality. Selene jumped when a warm washcloth touched her pussy, and then she moaned as Damon wiped her gently.

  She didn’t know what to say after such an amazing experience with him. She didn’t know if he was planning on staying or going. Instead of asking the questions running through her mind, she bit her lip and didn’t move. When the room went dark, she moved, sliding under the covers. The silence of the room said everything she needed to know. He had left. Selene turned to her side and let herself cry, let the tears stream down her cheeks unchecked. The weight of what had happened hit her hard.

  Today had started normally and ended so screwed up she wasn’t sure that anything would ever be okay between Damon and Nicholas again. Damon trusted her, loved her, even, and she screwed things up with him completely. Enough that he would leave after they made love—correction, fucked. Nicholas was something very different. For a whole year, they had flirted, touched, and today she l
et him fuck her in a private room at work. She shook her head in disgust. He had lied to her, although really what could she expect? He had just been another client getting a tattoo. It wasn’t going to turn into anything special.

  When she felt a large hand reach out and grab her, she screamed and moved, trying to get away. “Shhh. It’s just me. I want to hold you, baby.” Damon’s warm body touched hers, and Selene immediately stopped moving. She let him pull her into his body and almost instantly, she felt calm and relaxed. She wiped her face, not wanting him to know that she had been crying or that she had doubted him.

  “I love you.” He kissed the top of her head and held her tight against his body possessively. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly, closing her eyes. She was too tired to think any longer. She just wanted to go to sleep and forget for a while.

  “Good night. We can talk in the morning.” His voice was gravelly, and she knew he was tired as well. She shut her eyes, tried to stop thinking, and focused on his breathing instead. She could feel his breath fan over her skin and knew he would be asleep soon. She bit her lip to keep from saying anything, not wanting to ruin the moment but knowing that she would. She always seemed to say the wrong things, and she didn’t want him to move or to pull away from her.

  * * * *

  Damon tried to calm his heart and breathe, wanting her to relax fully in his arms. He was waiting for something bad to happen. It seemed like every time they got close, she pushed him away. He held on to her tighter, hoping that she understood that he didn’t plan on letting her go this time. He had waited years for this opportunity, and he wasn’t going to let her put distance between them again.

  He had driven home in silence, hoping that she would say something. When they got out of the car, he had finally built up enough courage to ask the questions running through his mind. However, he stopped himself when he looked in her eyes. He didn’t know what had happened between Nicholas and Selene, but he felt pretty confident that something had happened. He realized that he really didn’t want to know. He could move past it.