by Martha Woods
Chapter 6
Stepping back in the apartment I was glad to see Damon and Cara still sitting in the lounge, Cara obviously half a bottle of wine in and slurring confession after confession about what she would want to do with Tariq. Or more specifically, what she would want him to do to her.
When the door closed behind me Damon’s look of sheer desperation almost made me double over with laughter, clearly having been in this position for the last hour or so with seemingly no end in sight. Though I’d been the one to tell him to grill her for information on how she felt about Tariq, it seemed that he’d done his job far to well, Cara not bothering to stop even as I walked up and sat down next to her.
“Hey Cara, how are you doing?” I picked up the bottle of wine, scrutinizing the label. “Not a bad choice, but isn’t this meant to be for drinking and not for… well, drinking?”
“Oh, come on, you sound just like Damon! He won’t even have one drink with me!”
“Well that’s because we have somewhere we have to be in a few hours, we can’t afford to drink too heavily.”
“Amy, I went to college with you, I know how much you can drink before you start to get tipsy.” She poked my cheek, blowing a raspberry with her lips. “Come ooooon, just one drink.”
“I’ll tell you what,” I said, plucking the glass from her hands and placing it down on the table. “I promise to have a drink with you tomorrow, but right now I think you need to have a sleep and work off some of the alcohol alright? You can sleep on the couch here tonight, I don’t want you walking or driving home like this.”
She groaned, flopping back onto the couch and pushing at my stomach with her foot. “Fiiiiiine, but you promise to have a drink tomorrow?”
“I promise, just like old times.” I smiled, squeezing her cheek briefly. “Sweet dreams Cara.”
“Yeah yeah, try not to be too loud in there.”
“What?” I looked over at Damon, who just shrugged. “We’re just going to the bedroom, that’s all.”
“Uh-huh, sure.” She gave an exaggerated wink, shuffling me off the couch. “You two go enjoy yourselves, don’t worry about me. I’ll be here in the morning.”
Damon took my hand, looking down at Cara and laughing silently to himself before leading me towards the bedroom, eager to hear what I had to tell him as soon as we had some privacy. I picked up two glasses when we passed by the kitchen, holding up the bottle of bourbon in response to his look of confusion.
“Where did you get that?”
“A gift,” I said, “From Joseph to you, he wants you to know that there’s no grudge between the two of you.”
“I… ok.” He screwed up his brow, taking the bottle from me as I closed the door behind us. “It’s gonna take a little more to convince me he’s for real but… wow, this is a really nice bottle of bourbon.”
“Tell me about it, apparently he has literal thousands more just sitting around in the cellar, they can’t drink it themselves so they just have it sitting around for guests.” I poked him with my foot from where I was sitting on the bed. “He wants to invite you for a drink sometime, to sit down and sort everything out between you so that there’s no room for misunderstandings.”
He looked skeptical. “Just the two of us?”
“Mika and Ivanka would be there with him, so I’ll be there as well.” I reached up, running my hand through his unkempt hair. “Don’t worry, you won’t have to be alone with them. I have to make sure of that, the girls can get… very affectionate.”
“The way that you’ve described them I would use the words ‘Aggressively affectionate’, so I’m glad for the backup.” Damon opened the bottle, sniffing briefly at the liquor before taking the glasses from me. “Now we’ve got a few hours before we have to go out and fight, what do you say we have one last celebration before that?”
“I would say that sounds fantastic.” I took my drink back from him, tilting my head back and taking a long, slow sip. When I looked back up at him I licked my lips, eyes dark when I asked, “How do you think we should celebrate?”
* * *
Our clothes didn’t last long, our first drinks going down so fast we barely even tasted them as we descended on each other, hands tearing at shirts and buttons flying in our desperation. I clamped my teeth around his neck, tongue working over his scarred skin while he worked on my zipper, thumb dipping beneath my waist band and flicking over my clit.
“Fuck, just break it already,” I said, scratching my nails down his back hard enough to draw blood. He growled in response, practiced hands grabbing either side of the zipper and tearing it apart, the rest of the crotch tearing along with it from his lack of control and just making me all the wetter.
Damon shoved me back down against the mattress, lifting my legs up in the air and pulling my pants off one leg at a time, teeth scraping against my calf when he started to work his way back down towards me. My legs were still around his neck, eye contact not breaking for an instant as he kept making small bites and pressing gentle kisses against my skin, his lips curled up in a smirk before it disappeared completely between my legs.
I arched my back when he dragged his tongue up my slit, his hands wrapped around my hips and keeping me from jumping straight off the mattress. Fisting my hands in his hair, I pulled him deeper into me, lips and tongue working me into a frenzy with each tiny flick or wet kiss he pressed to my depths, my hips moving on their own as much as they could to grind against his face.
He groaned against me, every movement of his mouth bumping his nose against my clit, tiny electric shocks travelling up my spine every time it happened. I almost couldn’t speak as he pulled me closer, his hands reaching back over my legs to pull me open more so he could dip his tongue inside of me.
“Oh, my… god!” I yelled, fingers tightening so much I must have torn out some of his hair. “Don’t… don’t stop!”
He wasn’t going to do anything of the sort, the first drop of me against his tongue enough to drive him crazy, his tongue plundering my depths and his lips working against my own. I wanted so badly to beg him for his cock, to drive it into me and make me forget my own name, but we both knew that with what we had planned we needed to be very ready, and nothing short of both of us dripping wet and shaking was considered good enough.
I was definitely getting close to it though, my ass already covered with what wetness he wasn’t lapping up like a crazed dog, if I was able to see underneath him I’m sure I’d see that he was in much the same position. I’d offer to help him out, but my mouth refused to do anything except moan, my peak approaching quickly already and threatening to make me come completely undone.
“I… Damon I’m… God…”
“Hmm?” He moaned, vibrations sending shocks through my body. “What’s that?”
“I’m… gonna cum…” I whimpered, spots exploding in my vision when he dipped his tongue even deeper. “Please I…”
“Then cum Amy, we’re not stopping any time soon.”
My muscles seized up, legs squeezing around his neck while my orgasm hit me with full force, his fingers digging into my hips as he pushed his tongue deeper into me. I panted helplessly, my entire body trembling with each flick of his tongue that shuddered through my over-sensitive folds. Damon didn’t let up for a second, pushing me through a bone shaking climax and into another right away, my mouth open in a wordless cry while tears streamed from my eyes.
“D-Damon… I… stop…” He pulled away at my words, looking up at me with concern written all over his face while he waited for me to continue. “No, it’s not… I just couldn’t take anymore.”
He breathed a sigh of relief, resting his cheek against my inner thigh while I slowly stopped shaking. “You had me worried for a minute there, I thought I’d done something wrong.”
“God no,” I said, shuddering every time his breath ghosted over my sensitive folds. “You were doing something too right.”
Pulling him up to me, our lips pressed together in a pass
ionate kiss, I looked into his eyes and smirked. “Besides, not fair if it’s just me is it?” I wrapped my hand around his hardness, gazing down at it with such obvious hunger that he shivered. “I want to taste this Damon, how about you be as rough with me as you want?”
He looked at my hand and my mouth with wide eyes. “Are you… sure? I get being rough down there but… won’t it hurt?”
“If I start choking I’ll let you know,” I laughed, “Now give me your best.”
Kissing my forehead tenderly, he shuffled himself up by the body until he was resting against my lips, the tang of his precum already glistening on my lips while he slipped himself into my mouth. I pushed myself up on my elbows, pushing my head forward as much as I could with the awkward angle, his cock resting against my tongue and pushing steadily towards the back of my throat.
“Are you alright?” He asked, looking down at me and chewing his lip out of pleasure. “Can I move?”
I nodded as best I could, throwing up a wink just to make absolutely clear that I was fine, waiting eagerly for him to start thrusting away. When he did even I wasn’t prepared for how good it would feel.
His first thrusts were shallow, exploratory, trying to slowly open my throat up so that I could accept his length easier over time. The grip that he had around my skull told me how much he wanted to just let loose, but we both knew that would be a recipe for disaster if we weren’t properly prepared. Already though he was getting more confident, slowly entering my throat and clenching his teeth to keep himself under control.
“God, you never feel anything except amazing Amy,” He groaned, the next thrust pushing every inch of his incredible dick down my throat, his balls resting against my chin and my mouth straining to accommodate him. “I’m gonna go ahead now, ok?”
Again, I winked up at him, squeezing the outside of his hand and relaxing my throat as much as I could.
“Hmph,” He said, “Good girl.”
I wasn’t prepared for him to pull my head back and then push it down roughly into his crotch, but by then my throat was relaxed enough that he could slide in and out with no problem. The feeling that came over me was incredible, being… used like this, like I was just something for him to cum in and discard, I’d think it was awful if I wasn’t asking for it. Maybe asking wasn’t the right word, begging felt more appropriate, the fact that I wanted to be treated like this was just… overpowering, I’d never wanted to be treated like this by anyone before, what had changed?
Maybe it was because I was becoming more powerful, I just wanted to feel like I didn’t have any control for once. And boy, when he pulled my head back again and slammed himself down my throat so roughly that I gagged and tears came to my eyes again, it definitely felt like I wasn’t the one in control.
“Do you like that?” He said, stepping fully into the role that I wanted him to be in. “You like it when I push in like that? Maybe you should tell me what else you want then, I’ll see if you deserve it.”
He pulled himself out of my mouth, air rushing into my lungs and making me shudder and choke on my spit, leaning on my side as I tried to regain the ability to breath properly. He leaned down, grabbing my cheeks and turning me to face him again, growling in my ear, “I don’t think I heard you properly.”
“My… my ass…” Images flooded in my head, the two of them having their way with me, one of to the side… both of them at once… I wanted them to take me like we were just desperate beasts, and this was a good place to start. “I want you to put it in my ass.”
“Oh.” That took him for a loop, the domineering act faltering while he flapped his mouth up and down, trying to search for the right words. “I… are you sure? That’s… a bit more than what we did before.”
“I want it, I want it…” I panted, rubbing my cheek against the head of his cock. “Please… I want to feel what it’s like for real.”
“Ok, ok,” He said, flipping me onto my front and rubbing my cheeks appreciatively. “I’ve gotta prepare you first so… don’t think I’m weird for doing this ok?”
“For doing wha- ooohhhhh…” My head fell into the bed, teeth clenching around a mouthful of the sheet when he pulled my cheeks open and prodded my entrance with his tongue. Sure, I spent an hour every day cleaning myself from head to toe, and sure we were experimenting more lately as we were being more honest with each other, but I’d never considered asking him to put his mouth… there.
I also never thought that it would feel as good as it does.
He was obviously enjoying it too, going even more wild as he lubed me up with his tongue and opened me up steadily, fingers massaging my cheeks and working out the stress the muscles had been under for the last few days. It felt so nice that I almost fell asleep, before jolting awake when I felt his tongue poke inside me.
“Oh I… that’s different.” I wiggled my hips, eager to see if he would react at all to it. From the pleasured groan and the way, he sped up his movements, he liked it quite a lot. “More… please, Damon!”
Damon slipped two fingers into my hole, slowly pushing them in until he reached the knuckle, not once stopping the worshiping licks and loving kisses that he was placed around them. Gently, so as not to hurt me, he began to scissor his fingers, widening and stretching me in ways that made my eyes roll back into my head and my hips to start pushing back into him.
“Alright, I think you might be ready now.” He slipped his fingers out of me, flexing and stretching them every step of the way until I was trembling, the feeling of emptiness hitting places inside me that I had never thought would ever feel that way. “If it hurts or anything like that just tell me, I’ll stop right away.”
I nodded, reaching for his neck and pulling him closer. When I tried to kiss him he pulled away, looking at me uncertainly and saying, “Are you sure about that? I mean I was just kissing your-”
I crashed my lips against his, swallowing up the rest of his words and answering them with a groan of my own, the hand that wasn’t wrapped around the back of his neck stretching down my body and keeping myself open, fingers plunging in and out of myself while I waited for him to plug me into something bigger.
“Don’t stop now Damon,” I said, pushing him back so he could see me fingering myself. “We’ve come so far, I’d hate for us not to come at all.”
He nodded wordlessly, eyes never leaving my ass while he positioned himself behind me and pulled my hand away, the head of his cock pressing into my tight hole and prodding gently. “Here goes nothing,” He said, taking himself in hand and guiding himself inside me, walls that had never stretched like this before straining as he pushed himself deeper.
I let out a long breath, a long, slow wail replacing it when I found myself able to work my mouth again, hands bunched up in the sheets and my teeth almost tearing a hole in them.
“Are you alright?” He asked, stopping his movements and remaining still. “Does it hurt?”
“It doesn’t hurt it just… burns a little, keep going, please!”
“Ok…” He kept pushing himself, not stopping until his hips were flush with mine, my body feeling so full in a way that I’d never felt. It was incredible, the short thrusts that he started only driving that feeling more into my mind, each push and pull of his cock inside me slowly banishing that burning feeling and making my entire lower body tingle. After a few minutes of careful movements, I wasn’t feeling anything other than pleasure, the tiny pulses of his hips only driving me crazy now, so desperate to feel him more but not able to find the proper words.
“You can… move now.” I leaned back, looking over my shoulder and smiling shakily at him. “I can take it, and I trust you.”
He smiled down at me, and in one single expression I could see so much love and care that my heart threatened to burst out of my chest. Then he snapped his hips into me and all thoughts fled my mind, not able to prepare myself before he pulled himself out another five inches and slammed himself in to the hilt, leaning down and wrapping his arms around my
chest while he started rutting into me like an animal.
I’d said that I wanted them to take me like beasts, and he was certainly willing to live up to that, not stopping his thrusts even as my arms collapsed out from under me and I fell chest first into the bed, my ass constantly under a merciless assault as he sought to give me exactly what I’d been asking for.
I could feel myself beginning to peak when he lifted me up, twisting me over and plopping me down onto my back, his cock never once leaving me and not skipping a beat before he started pounding into me again. “I want to look into your eyes while I do this,” He said, “I want to see you cum.”
I just nodded, grabbing the hand that was next to me and placing it around my throat, nodding my permission and grinning when he closed his hand around my windpipe. I shuddered out a breath every time he allowed me air, not able to keep the dumbstruck grin off my face while I was seemingly fucked into next week.
“How the hell did I get so lucky?” He asked, squeezing his hand tighter while he thrust into me as hard and as fast as he could, knowing how close I was and obviously approaching the edge himself. “Don’t worry about holding on Amy, just let yourself go.”
“Oh, my… God!” I screamed, walls tightening around him and forcing himself to go even harder to be able to keep thrusting, the orgasm unlike anything else that I’d experienced before. I didn’t even know it was possible to cum like that but… Jesus if this is what it’s like with just one person what could it possibly be like with someone on the other side?
Not that I would have to take long to find out, in but a few hours we’d have my other boyfriend back safe and sound, even if we didn’t have sex we would all be sleeping here for the next few nights, I bought blackout curtains especially for that.
