by Eden Rose
Damien chuckles a little and squeezes my thigh once more. “Well, I figured we could get a meal together and see what happens.”
Am I dressed up enough to go to a restaurant with him? What if I’m not wearing suitable clothing for something too fancy? I begin to panic and he must sense it because he says to me: “You’re so cute in your work clothes.”
I blush all over.
We ride in silence until we get to the restaurant that is on the ocean. As soon as we pull up to the front, the valet guy was opening my door and slipping his hand through the door to let me out. It’s so nice that there are still gentlemen in this world that would do something like that.
My legs are barely out of the car when I see Damien pushing the valet guy out of the way to help me out. “I’ve got my girl. Thanks though,” and with that, he hands him a $50.
“That’s a nice tip for parking your car,” I remark as we walk inside the restaurant. I’m debating as to whether or not I should get a drink or if I should stick with water. While in the process of my debate, we are sat on the porch and Damien is sitting across from me.
The setup of the restaurant reminds me of our first date and how he asked me to not lie to him. It was such a strange question that I still wonder what brought that on. Instinctively, I rub my Cupid tattoo on my back.
A young waitress comes up to the table to start our order but I’m not paying any attention to her. I’m too busy looking at Damien out of the side of my eyes. He’s looking so intently at me and it’s making me nervously excited. It’s a strange feeling but I’m liking it so far.
Or I should say, I like and hate it all in the same way.
“Hello, I’m Kelsey and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I start you off with to drink?” She asks but she’s looking straight at Damien.
I can tell that he’s liking the attention that he’s getting from her because he looks her up and down and then coughs. In mid-cough, he looks over at me with wide eyes. I’m daring him to make a statement and he’s daring me to call him out on him checking out a woman.
“Vodka martini,” I reply and then look over at the waitress with more force than what was intended. I’m jealous and pissed that she’s staring at Damien so blatantly. Plus, she’s doing it right in front of me! How does she know? I could have been his wife or something.
Yeah right. His wife.
Fuck me.
Now I’m thinking about wedding bells and wedding dresses. The white picket fence with two kids and a golden retriever. What is wrong with me? I’m so screwed up.
Damien
Audrey is looking at me funny. It’s almost as if she’s looking through me and it’s unnerving how she can do that. We are seated in the restaurant that is one of the most romantic ones and I’m trying to figure out what to say to her to make her understand how much I love her.
Did I just say that?
Fuck. I was thinking it.
There is no other way to describe this feeling that I have when it comes to Audrey. When I’m with her, I feel as if the past five years had just been foreplay and now we can get to the good stuff.
“So, I guess I will start off the questions. Why did you move to California?” I ask Audrey and take a sip from my scotch. It’s a rich tasting one that burns so good as it flows down my throat.
She takes a drink from her glass and then sets it down. “Well, as you know… after the trial and everything, I just decided to come back home. There was nothing keeping me in Texas.”
I consider her response and then decide that I want something more than that. “Are you sure that’s why?”
For the love of fucking god, give me some sign that you missed me like I missed you.
“Well, yeah. It was fun living in Texas but my family is here.”
“Audrey, if we are going to have an honest conversation about things, I want you to be honest with me. We can’t get anywhere in our relationship without the both of us being honest.”
I watch as my words are delivered to her and she takes them in. Before she can respond to me, our food is delivered and we take a break from talking in order to eat.
Watching her chew is probably the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Well, I’m a fucking liar. Watching her take my dick is the sexiest thing that I have ever seen. But looking at her throat muscles as they swallow her food, that’s a close second.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore and I put my fork down to look at her. She’s blushing from the vodka and the heat from the candle at the table. The waves that are crashing on the side of the porch is enough to make me want to lay out all of that romantic shit that women want to hear.
The smell of our food and the slight smell of the salt water is enough to make me hungry. However, the smell of her perfume that is wafting towards me from the wind, is making me hungrier for something else. Her.
“Baby. Would it help if I told you why I moved out here?” I ask her. Quickly, I jerk my hand out and grab the hand that is wrapped around her glass as if it would give her some type of magic from me.
“If you would like to.”
Her sweet and innocent words are just the catalyst for me. She’s so fucking sexy and that innocent bull shit is doing it for me. “Well, after coming home from being out here, I decided that I liked it. Plus, you weren’t in Houston anymore.”
Audrey’s eyes get wide and they look a little glassy from the alcohol that she’s consuming. “You don’t mean that.”
“I don’t say things I don’t mean. That’s why I couldn’t tell you that I loved you after you told me in the alley way.”
“Fuck you!” She yells a little too loudly. The other people that are eating look over at us with worry.
Quickly, I begin to back track because that didn’t come out the way that I wanted it to. “That’s not entirely what I meant.”
“No, you don’t get to explain yourself to me. I should have just stayed home. Fuck this shit.” Audrey’s fork drops to her plate and she begins to stand out of her chair.
I can’t let her leave me before I tell her what I have to tell her… It would be too late if it wasn’t now. “Sit down. I need to tell you something.”
When she doesn’t sit down, I stand up and walk over to her. With my hand on her elbow, I lead her back to her chair for her to get situated. “That’s better,” I reply once she’s seated. I take my seat as well.
“What do you have to tell me? Is it something more that is going to piss me off?”
“I didn’t tell you that I loved you because there are parts of me that you don’t know. I’m going to tell you some shit that will probably make you never want to see me again but it is something that I have to do.”
She nods at me.
“When I was dating Liz, I introduced her into a world of BDSM; which she liked too much. She started going to the clubs more and more then her behavior got erratic. Almost daily, Liz was acting out as if she wanted me to punish her or something.”
Audrey’s eyes look almost black with curiosity and I’m hoping that I’m not losing her. “Why are you telling me this?”
I take a deep breath and then reach out to grab her hand. “You had told me so much about yourself and I didn’t share nearly enough. I want you to know that I haven’t touched another woman since you and I had been together. I promise.”
“That doesn’t change anything. What happened with Liz?”
“She started getting a little crazier and crazier. Eventually, she wouldn’t come home for weeks on end. All she wanted to do was go to those BDSM clubs and learn some new shit to try out on me. At first, I liked it. I liked her taking her life by the balls, but I didn’t like how she disappeared. For the first few days, we all looked for her and couldn’t find her. We checked every park and every party place hoping to see her. But we couldn’t.”
Audrey
Listening to my old lover talk about his ex is probably the most masochistic thing I have ever done. Granted, I want to know more about him but I don
’t want to know this.
I remember all of those years ago when my brother was dating Liz and I watched how she deteriorated before our eyes. She used to be a lively person who wanted to be around others and then all of a sudden she became more subdued.
“And then what happened?” I’m way too invested in the story to not get the end of it. Liz has been a livewire in our family for the past seven years and we haven’t been able to find her.
Damien takes a drink from his glass and then signals for our flirty waitress to come back. “We would like two slices of chocolate cake and two cappuccinos.”
Inside I’m smiling that he took the initiative to order me dessert and a coffee. However, I have to show him that I’m not going to be that fucking girl that will lay down and let their boyfriend do whatever they want.
Yes, I’m well aware that I called him my boyfriend.
I stick my hand out and wave it in the air to show him to hurry up and continue. However, Damien intercepts my hand and brings it to his mouth to give me a kiss. It’s feather light but way too romantic and personal.
“When we found her, we found her laid out on a table and there were two men that were taking pictures of her. She was so stoned and high on whatever they drugged her with, that she had no idea that they were taking photos of her.”
My stomach drops a little as I listen to what he’s saying. “They drugged her and then tried to rape her?”
Don’t get me wrong, I don’t like how Liz played Garrett but I’m also a human. No one should be raped and have to deal with that.
He winces a little and then moves out of the way for our flirty waitress to bring out desserts. As soon as she’s gone, he picks up his fork and sticks it into his cake. “I don’t know what happened or if she were. All I know is that after that, our relationship went south.”
“Why are you telling me this?”
Damien nods his heads as his lips close around his fork. “I’m telling you this because I have finally come to terms with the fact that I’m not poison and I could be with you.”
“Poison?” Did Damien just say that he thought he was poison? That couldn’t be right. Yeah, I’m not happy with what happened before, but I wouldn’t have referred to him as poisonous.
“Yes, Audrey. I felt as if my darkside would taint your innocence. That’s why I couldn’t tell you I loved you or anything.”
I’m letting his words digest for a moment as I fork up a bite of the cake in front of me. It was as if angels were singing as the cake dissolved on my tongue. Jesus, this is delicious. I get another bite and then another. Bite after bite, I’m stuffing my face full of heavenly cake.
We’re both quiet as we eat and when I get to the last bite of cake, I sigh a little. Even though I’m full from dinner and stuffing myself full of cake, I still take the last bit and plop it in my mouth. “Mmm,” I moan as the explosion of flavors hit my tongue.
As I opened my eyes, I saw Damien with his eyes half closed and a devilish smile on his lips. I squeak a little and when he opens his eyes, the blue pierce through me. “Check,” he calls out.
The overly flirty waitress comes bouncing over as if she’s been told that she could taste Damien and produces the check. As Damien counts out the money for dinner, I reach into my purse to grab my wallet to help out. It’s not fair for him to take care of dinner. My fingers grab a few twenties and I place them on the table only to receive the coldest look ever. “Don’t even think about it.”
Almost as quickly as I grabbed the money, I snatched it up and put it back in my wallet. “Thank you for this wonderful meal.”
I lean over and stuff my arm through my purse straps and stand up to wait for Damien. By the time he’s finished doing whatever he’s doing, I’m more than ready to go home. Hell, it doesn’t even have to be home.
Preferably not home…
Damien places his hand on the small of my back and leads me out of the restaurant. The flirty waitress runs over towards us and hands Damien something. I roll my eyes as she winks at him. I’m feeling really jealous and I hate it, so I grab whatever it is in his hand and hold it out to her.
“He won’t be needing your number, you fucking whore. Do you not see him here with me?” I say forcefully. When the flirty waitress doesn’t take it from my hand, I throw it at her.
She squints her eyes and I wouldn’t be surprised if they never opened again from the weight of her fake eyelashes. “And you think he would be satisfied with you? You are nothing but a fat piece of shit,” she whispers at me.
For so long, I have bowed down and accepted that what people say to me must be the truth. However, after everything that I have been through has changed my thought process.
My hand makes a fist around a chunk of her fake hair and I tug at it. “Word to the wise, sweetie,” I whisper in her ear menacingly. “Don’t flirt with other people’s men. It’s a bad business move for you.” With one last tug, I feel Damien place his hand on my shoulder and starts to pull me back.
“She’s had enough, my lovely. We gotta go.”
I’m about to ask why when he shoves his hard dick against the small of my back. The outline of the width is enough to make me wetter than the ocean. Holy shit.
I let him lead me to his car where he opens the door for me to get in. Once I’m inside, he walks briskly towards the driver side and he’s sat in the seat before I could blink. Without a word to me, he starts the engine to the car and begins to drive down the road.
“You were fucking sexy in there. I had no idea that you felt that way about me,” Damien says with a husky side to his voice. His words are like bullets straight to my ovaries as they wake up and demand for him.
Before I could respond, he places his hand on the seam of my pants and rubs against the lips of my pussy. I should have worn a skirt. Because I’m a stubborn person, I refuse to moan but it slips out anyways. My moan fills the silence of the car as we drive down the street.
Through lust filled eyes, I look at the road and notice that we are not anywhere near my house. “Where are we going?” I ask and look over at him.
That cocky smile of his tells me that he’s not letting me go home yet. “You honestly don’t think that I will allow you to get me this horny and you not do anything to ease the pain from it.” Much to my dismay, he picks his hand off the seam of my pants and grabs my hand to put it on his dick.
“Holy shit! You are fucking hard!” I yell out.
I don’t allow him to say anything else as I think about sucking his dick. It’s so hard, I bet it will hurt my jaw but I don’t give a shit right now. My fingers grasp his zipper and I pull it down to free him. He’s not wearing any underwear and I grab his dick. Once it’s out of it’s confines, I unbuckle my seatbelt and lean over the counsel of the car.
My mouth is hovering over the tip of his dick with my hand cupping his balls and pulling them up to hold onto the base of his dick. I stick my tongue out gently and lick around the head of his dick. Feeling bold, I do it again but this time I put more emphasis in it.
With a wide swipe of my tongue, I lick around the head and then lower my mouth over the tip of it. I squeeze my hand a little tighter that is holding his balls and staff pulling them up to meet my mouth.
Damien’s trying to drive a straight line and he takes the hand that was holding my head and places it back on the steering wheel. “Jesus, baby. Fuck. You suck me like a damn champ.”
My pride in what I’m doing skyrockets and I shove my mouth all the way down his shaft. I drop his balls and then grab his shaft with my whole hand to shuttle him into my mouth more. I can barely swallow him, but I’m trying to do it anyways because of the pride he had given me.
“Fuck me!” He shouts and then jerks the car to the shoulder. He slams the gears into park and then places both hands in my silky hair to control my mouth. “Fuck. Where have you been this whole time? I forgot how great your mouth is. Yeah, suck me like that. Take me in your mouth to show me how hungry your pussy is.”
And he’s right. My pussy is so hungry for him and I can’t control the waves of want that are flowing through me right now.
He shouts once more and then rips my mouth off of his dick with a chunk of my hair. When my mouth is away from his dick, I know my lips are puffy from sucking him and I’m breathing hard. “Take your pants and panties off, baby. I want to feel your tight pussy milking my come. I’m going to come so deep in your pussy, you will feel me leaking out for a week. Do it.”
I’m quick to comply and I brush my fingers against my mouth to get some of the spit that had slid out of my mouth. I make quick work in taking my pants off and shove them off of my hips. The leather is cold against my bare ass and before I could complain about it, he’s dragging me over the seats and onto his dick.
