Damon

by Olivia Sinclair

  When the doors open on the twenty-eighth floor I roll my eyes at the irony while Damon takes my arm as we exit. As the doors are closing behind us I hear the ladies erupt in a fit of giggles. “You seem to have collected a fan club, Major.”

  He snorts. “Walk faster, Kate.”

  I can tell he’s tense. The cords in his neck are standing out, his jaw clenched, and the arm that’s pulling me along behind him is tight. He puts the key card in the lock. It blinks red. He tries again and it goes green and clicks. “Thank fuck.” He sighs and pushes the door open for me to go in first.

  I’m not sure what to expect. He had our luggage sent up ahead while we went directly to the chapel. Obviously, I didn’t have a wedding dress stashed in my closet so I opted for a pretty hot pink cocktail dress that I’d never had the chance to wear out. It was surreal to wear it boarding the plane in Seattle. We went straight from the airport in Las Vegas to the pre-booked wedding chapel. There wasn’t a second of hesitation or misdirection as Damon led me through his carefully thought out plan.

  The door shuts behind us and Damon engages the deadbolt. The room is beautiful. All soft Tiffany blues and cream with silvered furniture. There’s a blue velvet chaise in one corner by the floor to ceiling windows and thick carpet on the floor.

  “Now what?” I ask him because I’m not sure. He seems to have a very detailed plan in his head but he’s not been sharing anything beyond the immediate next step with me. I’m not used to not being in control although the last three months have been an introductory lesson. He’s been… focused ever since we left Alpha Corps after his final meeting. Conversation has been at a minimum but I wasn’t feeling particularly chatty anyway.

  He stalks over to me unfastening his jacket. His green eyes are on fire. His big hands come up and gently grip my shoulders and he leans in to place a gentle kiss on my lips. “Up to you, babe. I would very much like to make love to my wife but if you’re exhausted, tomorrow will be here soon enough.” He steps back and he’s making it clear it’s completely my call.

  If I’m tired I can’t feel it. Nervous excitement and those butterflies that appear whenever I get a good look at his muscles have reappeared. I clear my throat hesitantly. “Since you’ll be doing all the work, I think it’s more a question of if you’re tired. But, yes, I’d like you to show me what I’ve been missing.”

  He growls in satisfaction and spins me around to pull the zipper down on my dress. He pulls it off me and tosses it on the chaise and then picks me up and tosses me on the bed. When I land in the center of the king-size sheets, he reaches for my shoes and pulls them off leaving me in my bra and panties. He keeps his eyes locked on mine while he strips. I tense when his giant cock springs free as he pulls his boxers down and tosses them away. He’s simply beautiful all over and suddenly I’m itching to explore. I lick my lips in anticipation.

  Damon though is on a mission. When I reach my hands towards him to touch and pull him closer he growls again. He grabs both my wrists in one hand and pulls them over my head. “Later, Kate. Keep your hands there or there’ll be consequences.”

  “But I want to touch you.” I’m whining with need.

  “If you touch me now I’m going to cum all over you. I’ve barely held it together for the last three days. I need this to be good for you, so behave.”

  I acquiesce, stretching my arms over my head and arching my back. His gaze rakes over my breasts and my nipples tighten as though they’ve been touched. Damon reaches for my panties pulling them down my legs. “God, you’re soaked, Kate. How long have you been wet like that?”

  “This morning?”

  He groans and pulls my legs over his shoulders. He leans in and licks my pussy from one end to the other. I’m twisting as his tongue hits my sensitized flesh. “Damon! I really need you inside me, now.”

  “Not until you’ve cum at least twice.”

  “Who made that rule?” I groan as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

  “I did. I’m not exactly small and you said you don’t have much experience. I need you loose and relaxed so I don’t hurt you.”

  “Small correction there.”

  He pauses, two fingers just barely penetrating me. He leans his head up to meet my eyes. “What?”

  “Not much experience is actually no experience.”

  His eyes flare. “Fuck, Kate.”

  “That’s what I’m trying to encourage, yes.”

  “You’re killing me, babe. Rule still applies though. Except maybe I need to make that three times.”

  I flop my head back with a groan. I don’t think I can last. He scrapes his teeth lightly on my clit and the first orgasm hits suddenly, making my eyes roll back in my head. His fingers keep pumping in and out slowly and then quickly. I haven’t completely come down from the first when the second rolls through making my thighs clench and my back arch higher trying to bring him closer. “Damon!”

  “Almost there, Kate. One more.”

  My hands have wandered down to his shoulders but he doesn’t seem to notice. His mouth is kissing, then lightly sucking a spot on the underside of my breast. I had no idea that spot was so sensitive. Lines of energy are shooting down to my toes making my knees stiffen. He repeats it on my other breast while reaching his hand down again between my legs. He flicks my clit and then lightly bites down on my nipple. My entire body erupts in a spasm of need and I feel my pussy flood over his hand. He brings his head up to kiss me deeply. “Now, Kate, still want my cock deep in you?”

  “Finally!”

  He’s laughing in a rather tortured fashion. Bracing his weight on his elbows bracketing my sides I can feel him poised at my entrance. His face goes serious and he holds my eyes with his. “Are you okay if I make you pregnant?”

  “I…I… yes, I mean… it’s really not very likely. Not at my age.”

  He grunts and nips my jaw. “Stasis, babe. Already told you. I really want to feel you skin to skin, Kate. But I’ve got condoms in my bag so if you’re not sure…”

  “It’s fine. I don’t want anything more between us.”

  “Love you, Kate.”

  I have questions, lots of questions but they’re lost in my head as his cock slowly stretches me wide. I gasp as the pressure builds. He just keeps pushing a millimeter at a time.

  “Fuck, you’re perfect, Kate. So damn tight.” He’s gasping as he holds himself still. I can’t talk so I wiggle until my hips find the angle where he slips completely inside.

  He groans with satisfaction then catches my gaze. “You okay?”

  “Mmm.” Is all I can manage.

  He smirks. “Hold tight, babe.”

  He pulls almost completely out then drives back in. The friction has me thrumming with need, energy coiling within me waiting to erupt. He picks up the pace, a short fast rhythm that strips away all my control. “Come for me, Kate.”

  And I do, hard and unending. Then he’s cuming too, thrusting into me fully and hard. I can feel his hot cum erupting against my quivering pussy and I clench against his cock harder, pulling him in tighter.

  Damon collapses on top of me breathing heavily. “Kate.”

  He rolls over, taking me with him, still embedded deep. I can’t move, even if I wanted to. I have no energy left at all. It’s amazing I’m still breathing.

  “So damn perfect.” His hands are gripping my ass as if to hold me there forever.

  8

  DAMON

  I’ve spent years perfecting the art of not showing emotion. The fact that Kate is draped across my chest with my bare cock still deep inside her has me wanting to pound my chest and shout my claim on her across the city. Instead, I clamp her ass down, pressing her pussy against my balls. My cock is still half-hard and starting to twitch to life again.

  Kate stirs and her movement grinds her clit against me. She moans softly. “Already, Damon? Are you even human?”

  I kiss the top of her head. “Have a point to prove, don’t I, counselor?”

  “Umph. I
have no energy left. Knock yourself out, but don’t ask me to sit up.”

  I roll us over again and pull her thighs up higher around my waist. The new angle lets me enter her more easily. Truth is I don’t have much energy left either but the primal need to fill her full of my cum takes over. As I’m moving slowly in and out of her now slick passage, her arms come up to grip my shoulders.

  “Damon, what are you doing to me?”

  “Fucking you, loving you, claiming you.” I pant.

  “Fuck, I’m coming.” Her thighs hold me tight, her calves pressed against my ass. I try to reach her clit with my hand but we’re pressed so tightly together I can’t get even a finger between us. The added pressure though sends her over the edge. She screams my name. “Damon!”

  Then I’m tumbling over the edge too, my cock pumping my cum into her, hot and hard. When I can see again we’re rearranged on our sides, still joined, her legs between mine. Eventually, we’ll have to come apart but I’m putting it off as long as possible.

  Kate gives a soft kiss to my chest and I wrap my arms around her pressing her against my side. She’s asleep in seconds. Reluctantly I pull out and settle her more comfortably against me.

  Sometime later I wake to feel the head of my cock in her hot little mouth. “Whatcha doin’?” I mumble happily.

  “My turn to explore.” She says and goes back to licking my cock, her hand gently cupping my balls, testing and squeezing in a naive way that’s hotter than fuck.

  “Any chance I can wake up like this every day?” You don’t get what you don’t ask for, I figure.

  “Hmmm. If you give me nights like that, probably. On the other hand, life isn’t a porn flick and eventually, you’ll have to go to work and I’ll have a job too, so maybe Saturdays?” She peeks up at me with smiling eyes.

  “Come here, wife.” I crook a finger to see what she’ll do.

  She rolls her eyes and goes back to mapping my cock with her tongue.

  “Well if you’re not going to come kiss me, I’m going to keep talking,” I warn.

  Her nostrils flare as she takes my cock a few inches into her mouth.

  “You haven’t mentioned family, is there anyone you want me to meet before we leave?”

  “In Vegas? No.” She looks confused.

  “No, not here, but in the US, or Canada for that matter.”

  She frowns. “No, not really. My parents are gone, my dad passed away two years ago. And I’m not close to my cousins. If we ran into them I’d introduce you but there’s no need to go out of our way. Why?”

  “Remember that deployment?”

  “Oh, right. Are you sure you want me to come with you?”

  “After last night I’m not letting you out of my sight. I’m certainly not leaving you in another country.”

  “That good, hunh?” she grins.

  I haul her up to where I’m leaning against the pillows and kiss her deeply. “Yes.”

  “So where are we going, exactly?”

  “Don’t know yet. Odds are either the UK or Germany, likely Berlin. I find out next week. Either way, we need to get packing. If you’re okay with it I’d like to drive from here to San Diego to visit my Dad. My older brother will probably show up and that’s the extent of my close family. We can fly out of San Diego back to Seattle.”

  “Okay.”

  “How are you feeling this morning? Sore?” I know what her answer is likely to be but I’m dreading it.

  She smiles gently. “Yeah, I’m sore but I imagine I’ll be recovered by tonight if you can hold off that long. You seem to be really good at conserving your resources.”

  “All part of the service, ma’am.” I snap her a salute and she falls back laughing.

  “Now that would be a recruitment video that would finally get more women into the armed services!”

  9

  KATE

  We had planned to drive to San Diego but when we planned out the route Damon realized it would take too up too much of our available time so we ended up flying instead. I’m still in something of a daze from both the whirlwind events of getting married but also being so thoroughly pleasured. I fall asleep on his shoulder once we’re in the air. I only wake up with the jolt of the tires on the tarmac as the plane lands. I sit up and look over hoping I didn’t drool on him.

  His hooded gaze meets mine, “Better?” he asks.

  “Mm.”

  He leans over for a quick kiss. “Do you want to check in to the hotel before or after you meet the Vice-Admiral?”

  “He sounds intimidating. Am I okay dressed like this?”

  He nods. “Of course. You’re gorgeous, Kate. Don’t let him or my brother get to you. They’re both career Navy, my Dad’s retired. You can handle them.”

  “Well if I don’t need to change, let's go get that over with and then we can relax at the hotel.”

  “You still sore?” he asks quietly.

  “Not too bad. I think you can… continue to advance your case tonight.” I grin at his proud smirk. “But we do need to talk at some point, Damon.”

  He nods and then we’re disembarking and heading for the bank of rental car agencies.

  I’m hesitant to introduce a big, emotionally-heavy topic before we get to his father’s house but I can’t stop myself once we’re alone in the car. “Soooo… you’ve said you love me a couple of times.”

  He gives me a quick sideways glance and a nod before redirecting his focus to the freeway traffic.

  “How can you be that sure? Or did you just mean it like you might say you love coffee or chocolate?”

  “Definitely not that. I can’t quite explain it, Kate.” He hesitates. “What’s the difference in a long relationship when it flips from not in love to in love? Still seconds, right? That’s what this feels like. Only there were hours before ‘in love’ instead of weeks or months.” He shrugs. “It’s okay if it takes you months to feel the same way, babe. I know I’ve rushed you but as long as you’ll let me keep proving to you how I feel in bed, I’m prepared to wait.”

  “But I think I do.”

  His eyes flick to me at ultra-fast speed. “What do you mean?”

  “I think I feel the same way. I didn’t say it because I was overthinking what people would say.”

  “You gonna say it, now?” His voice is completely devoid of emotion but I notice his hands are clenched on the wheel.

  “Well, I thought I’d sit on it for a bit longer.” I tease. “Maybe later tonight, when you’ve given up hope?”

  “Never going to happen, Kate.”

  We pull up in front of an elegant, older house set back from the road under a canopy of trees. We get out of the car and Damon leads me around the side to what looks like the kitchen door. “Did you grow up here?” I ask him curiously.

  “No. This is his retirement pad. He and my mother bought it about five years ago. She passed away not long after.”

  He knocks and a few minutes later a sandy-haired man in a white uniform opens the door. “Demon! Took you long enough.” He looks over at me and smirks. “You don’t want to hang around this loser, miss. I’d be happy to show you a better time.”

  I’m shocked and I think my mouth is hanging open.

  Damon takes my arm and pushes the man, who’s clearly his brother out of the way. “You propositioning my wife, Steve?”

  “You got married? Before me?”

  Damon sighs. “Not everything is a competition. Where’s Dad?”

  “Marinating steaks. Does he know?”

  Damon shakes his head and Steve moves through the house, shouting. “Dad! Pipsqueak got married!”

  Damon’s jaw is clenching and I’m starting to see why he didn’t see the need to go the traditional route. I stretch up and kiss his jaw which causes him to swivel towards me with a small smile. Right then a man who’s the epitome of stern and distinguished comes into the living room where we’ve migrated.

  “Damon? You didn’t say you were bringing a guest.”

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bsp; “I didn’t. I brought my wife, Kate, to meet you.”

  His eyes go wide but he recovers fast. “Kate? Nice to meet you. I’m John Maddox.” He shakes my hand and the silence starts getting a little uncomfortable. Then Steve comes bounding back in the room. “So what made you marry a loser like my brother, Kate?”

  I honestly can’t tell if he’s being truly mean or just awkwardly teasing so I pull my best cross-examination face on. “I waited a long time for him.” And let him interpret that any way he wants to.

  Steve pauses, frowning. “But he’s in the Army.”

  Damon’s pulled me in even closer to his side, his arm tight around me. “Leave her alone, Steve. Find your own girl. This one’s taken.”

  This seems to be the perfect moment to get some of my own back. I twist inside the circle of Damon’s arm until I’m mostly facing him. I smile at him sweetly. “I do love you, you know.”

  He instantly transforms from glaring at his older brother to regarding me with eyes blazing with need. He pulls me up against him and kisses me like his life depends on it. My little tease may have backfired but most delightfully. When his lips part from mine I’m glad he’s still holding me because I don’t think I can stand on my own. I look around embarrassed but his brother and dad have left the room. I blush. “What are they thinking of me?”

  “That I’m the luckiest guy on the planet. Steve is so jealous he’s out there now signing up for internet dating.” He nods towards the back window where Steve is indeed on his phone next to their dad who’s manning a giant stainless-steel grill. I doubt that’s what Steve is doing. But I don’t honestly care.

  “One hour,” Damon growls in my ear. “Then we’re continuing this discussion in private.”