by Ashley Logan
Again, he lets me slide a bit lower. I feel his words on my skin as much as hear them.
“Will you kiss me Alexa?”
Leaning back in, my lips are on his before the shiver has reached my toes. Rearranging his arms, he holds me close by pressing one up my back and banding the other across my hips. With my legs suddenly free to do as they please, I wrap them around his waist. Finally able to open up for the much needed pressure I’ve been longing for, my body grinds into his involuntarily, seeking my release and sensing its nearness much sooner than I’d expected.
Moaning into my mouth, Damon uses the arm banded across my hips to slow me. The added pressure is heavenly, and while initially I didn’t want to slow down, the new rhythm soon brings me back close to the edge with an even deeper sensation. He isn’t even in me yet, but I feel like he could push me over at any second.
Stilling me a little more, Damon removes the risk of falling over the edge again. It’s as if he’s moving the finish line further away. Just when I think it’s starting to disappear from sight, Damon lowers me again. Not onto his dick exactly; it doesn’t go inside me, but I can feel it hard and throbbing just below me, as if I’m sort of resting on a branch of this Damon tree.
Moving against it, I coat him with my arousal as the sensation of having him just there, but not inside, teases me back to the brink.
“Oh Alexa.” My name is just a breath and this time the shiver that runs through me is turbo charged. Clinging to him, I’m almost ready to beg for him to be inside me.
“May I please come in?” he whispers, as if his cock has just been waiting on the doorstep. I guess it has.
“Yes,” I whisper back. “Please.”
Without lifting me an inch, Damon somehow hollows his abs to angle his fat dick upward so I can feel him at my entrance. Entering slowly, he releases a deep, rumbling moan as he lowers me yet again to take all of him.
My body responds eagerly, having been hungry for him. Beyond my control, I move against him as he keeps those gentle pressures changing across the back of my hips, keeping himself deep, and me so close to his body that I get everything I need. The long-desired sensation builds each time he moves inside me. More intense than every previous build up, my pleasure crashes around him with such force that I bite my lip to keep from crying out.
Becoming some spineless form of pulsating pleasure, I ride out the waves in his arms, only vaguely aware of him calling out my name as his body stills and he clutches me to him. My name on his lips sends another wave through me and I sigh in pure delight as I squeeze him within.
Damon holds me close until our bodies quiet and not once does it feel like he’ll drop me. Kissing my hair, he leans back a little to see my face resting against his shoulder. Kissing my forehead, he smiles.
“Do you want me to carry you to bed?” he asks.
Feeling like that would be wonderful, I look down at us and giggle. “Like this?”
Looking down he hums in approval. “Definitely. If you think nobody will see us.”
“I have no idea what time it is, but even if most of them are still at the club, I live with ten other people, so the probability of someone else being home is relatively high.”
“Probabilities huh? I knew you liked math really,” he says lightly, even though he’s frowning. Reluctantly loosening his holds, he lowers me gently to the floor. Picking up my robe, he slings it around my shoulders as I slide the condom from his waning erection. A tremor runs through his body as my touch leaves him and although his eyes are closed and his expression purposefully blank, I can tell by the rigid line of his jaw and the shallow crease between his brows that he’s uncomfortable. I run a hand down his sculpted chest, a promise that this isn’t over, and feel him relax again, as if my touch truly does relieve his pain.
“Are you okay?” I ask quietly, for the first time wondering if I’m not the most vulnerable person in this scenario. A strange thought.
Damon nods slightly. “Yeah. Just the change from extreme pleasure to extreme pain is quite disorientating. Like traveling at speed then hitting the emergency brake. I’ll adjust in a minute. My threshold is pretty high; it’s just that you feel really, really good, so it’s a rapid come down,” he says in a rush as he takes a steadying breath and opens his eyes. “I’m a lot better than ‘okay’. Truly,” he says with a smile. Covering my hand with his forearm lightly, he presses it to his chest a moment before letting go and clearing his throat. “Sorry. Are you okay?”
“More than,” I say with a smile. “You want a shower?”
Thoughtful a moment, he looks me over with dark eyes and a sexy half-smile as he steps into his pants and pulls them up to hide his dick as it looks to be on the rise again.
“What’s that look for?” I ask, even though I know the answer is going to make me blush.
“I’d rather keep the sense of you on my skin a while longer,” he says, stepping closer and making the heat in my cheeks flame higher. “May I carry you to your bed now?” he asks, holding his arms out and bending low enough for me to fall into them. Instead of using words, I just turn around and situate myself in his arms, feeling a tad queenly as he rises with me. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I watch his smile grow to a grin as he marches us towards my bedroom.
“And what’s that look for?” I ask, unable to keep from smiling myself.
“I like your arms around me.”
“Oh yeah? Well I like yours around me, so snap.”
Chuckling a little, Damon carries me through my door and uses his foot to shut it behind us. Laying me gently on the bed, he bounces onto it next to me. Still shirtless, he makes himself comfortable against my pillows, his leg touching mine. Looking down at me a while, he sighs happily, then reaching over me, he turns Charlotte to face us.
“You going to introduce me to your friend?”
Looking to Charlotte, I roll my eyes at her as if telling her that Damon’s crazy. “This is Charlotte, my oldest and dearest friend. Mom and Dad gave her to me for my sixth birthday and she’s been my constant companion ever since.”
“She means a lot to you then.”
“Yes.”
“Is your father still alive?” Damon asks, treading carefully around the subject.
“He is. How about you? Obviously your mom is alive and well,” I say with a smile as I recall their earlier phone conversation.
Chuckling a little, Damon nods. “Yeah, she’s alive and kicking. Dad too. They live a few hours away in Syracuse, with my youngest sister Harriet. She’s seventeen. Lara’s twenty-one, as you heard, and she’s in California soaking up the sun while she’s studying.”
“There’s quite an age gap between you and your sisters,” I wonder out loud as my eyes trace the lines of his body appreciatively. He really is a very good-looking man.
“I may have been quite a handful,” he says, blushing. “It was for the best that I was kept busy with school and things before my parents committed to more kids.”
“I can imagine,” I say with a smile as I run my fingers through the groove between his abs. “You still keep pretty busy, it seems.”
“Mmm,” he agrees, watching my fingers. “Mainly to keep my mind off the million and one thoughts whizzing through my brain, or to distract myself from the weird pains at the ends of my arms. It’s better to keep busy.”
“What kinds of things do you like to do?” I ask, toying with the waistband of his pants as my fingers run along the groove of the diagonal muscle heading down to his groin. “Apart from painting, and teaching, and unicycling, and running naked from the law?”
At first he doesn’t answer and I look up to find his gaze still fixed on my fingers as they run over his skin. Meeting my eyes, he clears his throat, which actually makes all his muscles stand out even more. Smiling again, I slip my hand inside his pants, watching his face. I stroke his hardness, wondering how much he misses doing it for himself, and how powerless that must feel. Fluttering his eyelids, he looks to the ceiling as
he releases a shuddering sigh.
“Um, I like to ah...” Clearing his throat again, he closes his eyes and shakes his head. “You’re very good at that.”
“You like to...” I prompt, changing my method and very much enjoying the effect on him. Squeezing his eyes together, Damon takes a steadying breath, but it doesn’t stop his words from coming in bursts.
“I exercise a lot. Running, swimming, kick-(gasp)-boxing. I ski. Snow and water. I love music. And travelling. And this. Alexa.”
His breathing is rapid and as he whispers my name, my body revels again in that strange surge of sensation he inspires. Enjoying both the control I have over his pleasure and the reactions I’m getting from him, I’ve worked myself into another hungry state. I didn’t think that would be possible after Damon so perfectly delivered satisfaction already, but I can feel a needy ache in my belly and arousal slick between my legs.
Removing my hand from his pants, I shove them down altogether as I lean in to kiss his lips. His arms raise to meet my face, but before he touches me, he begins to lower them back down, shoving them firmly under the pillows.
“You are so very good at the rules, Damon,” I whisper against his lips, before leaning across to my bedside to get another condom. Rolling it on, I wonder again how it would feel if he did touch me. Would it be gentle, like all of his touches? Sensual and pleasurable?
Straddling him, I lower myself onto his erection with a sigh as Damon’s eyes roll back in his head a little and he groans. At first I think about being completely selfish and taking what I want, knowing that he’ll be along for the ride, but then I think about how hot it was making me to turn him on, and I decide on a different direction.
Leaning forward, I kiss him softly on the lips as I start to move. Moaning in approval, Damon chases my lips as I pull away, making his abs strain and his dick jerk inside me in a spine-melting way. Riding him slowly as I recover, I let my robe fall from my shoulders, giving him all of me to look at as I roll my clit over the hard surface at the base of his dick. His arms press further into the pillows and I can only assume it’s from denying his urge to touch me. I love that he wouldn’t dare.
His eyes have gone dark as they watch me, and I run my hands through my hair, letting it fall about my shoulders and over my breasts. It brushes gently against my skin, making my nipples tighter, and my breasts feel full and heavy. Tossing my hair, I thrust my chest out for him to see. Damon’s tongue runs over his lips and his hips tilt forward, tipping my breasts closer to his face and pushing himself deeper inside of me as I move against him. The effect is sigh-inducing and my toes are already starting to curl. From the focus of his eyes, I know he wants his mouth on me, but I tease him a little, keeping my breasts just out of reach. I can practically see him begging to taste them, but as he senses the tightening inside of me, his eyes widen to take in all of me and he settles back to watch as I ride him towards my orgasm.
Edging closer and closer, I can’t quite find what I need to bring me to the climax that feels so close. I gasp as Damon shifts beneath me, giving me exactly what I want by filling me more and changing his angle slightly. Now he’s hitting me in just the right spot inside as I grind against him and in a few quick movements, I’m coming hard around him as he tenses beneath me.
Flopping against his chest and panting, I listen to his heart pounding below as I rise and fall with each of his quick breaths. I shiver in response to the connection between us and Damon hooks my robe up to cover me like blanket. “You are so beautiful to watch,” he whispers against the top of my head. Closing my eyes, I feel his lips press to my hair as his body relaxes beneath me.
I can’t think of a response. Even lifting my head is difficult. Depleted both mentally and physically, I melt into Damon as my breathing slowly returns to normal. With eyes too heavy to keep open, I listen to Damon’s pulse slow to a steady thump.
CHAPTER TWELVE
DAMON
Opening my eyes, I meet the wary gaze of a one-eyed doll. Her expression remains serious and though the sun casts a yellow glow on her porcelain face, it doesn’t warm her expression any. Blinking at her, I take a moment to understand and then I smile. “Good morning Charlotte,” I whisper, my voice still croaky from sleep.
Looking towards the source of implicit warmth, I find Alexa still molded to my chest, her robe draped over us both. Still asleep, her hair tumbles over my shoulder, tickling my nose when I turn my face to it. I wonder what time it is and realize I don’t care. I haven’t slept without medication in months, and this morning I feel refreshed and alive. And it’s all thanks to her.
I kiss the top of her head and she stirs. With a low moan, her hand rises out from under her robe and sweeps hair from her face. Taking a moment to orient herself as I did, Alexa startles and looks up at my face.
“Damon?”
“Hey,” I whisper with a smile. I want to sweep more hair back from her face, but I won’t. She won’t like it. None of the girls ever like it. “We fell asleep,” I murmur needlessly.
Looking down at herself, and me, Alexa frowns. “Yeah.” Gingerly prying her skin from mine, Alexa pushes herself up and rubs her face. There’s a red mark on her cheek from where we were joined and it’s already starting to fade. “That’s... unusual.”
“You don’t usually do sleepovers?” I ask quietly, my heart sinking a little.
“No,” she says firmly, pulling herself off me and shaking her head as she slides into her robe and grabs her tissues. I take the box from her before she starts tending to the condom situation left over from last night. Sitting up, I rush to recover the situation.
“Sorry. If I knew that, I would’ve taken care of things. I would’ve left. I don’t usually fall asleep so easily, but last night, I was so comfortable and happy that I don’t even remember falling asleep. Normally I need sleepers to drop off, but I-” I stop, because she’s staring at me with an irritated expression. I ramble when I’m nervous, so it’s probably that, but it sure doesn’t help that I’ve inadvertently over-stayed my welcome in her safe space and my pants are still around my ankles. Finishing with the tissues, I pull my pants up and throw the trash into the wastebasket under her desk. “I’m sorry.”
“Stop apologizing. It’s as much my fault as yours, and I actually slept very well,” she says, frowning again. “It’s just...” Looking at me, she puts one hand on her hip as the other passes slowly over her lips. “Unusual.”
I don’t know what that means, but she doesn’t seem mad exactly. Or scared. So that’s something.
“I need coffee. And a shower. You want one?”
“Um, both? Both would be good.” I stand up and look around the room, before remembering I left my shirt in the study with my bag and my phone. “Do you have the time?”
Finding her phone under some clothes on her chair, she looks up in surprise. “It’s nearly eleven. Do you have class today?”
“Eleven?” I scratch my beard and laugh a little. “Good sleep. And not much point in going to class now. Should I use the shower down by the study?”
“Sure. Help yourself to towels in there. Just watch out for the honeymooners,” she says with a smile as she waves me out the door.
“Got it.”
Padding through the kitchen, I kind of hope I don’t run into anyone, but of course in an apartment this big, that’s just wishful thinking. The girl named Kat is doing something to her hair in the living room as she reads the newspaper. Her eyes rise to me as I walk by.
“Damon?” she asks, as if she’s seeing things. “You’re over early.”
“Ah, not really,” I admit, feeling my cheeks heat. “Good morning, Kat.” I nod politely and turn down the hall. I hear a rustle of paper and turn around to see that Kat has disappeared and a page of newspaper is still floating lazily to the floor. It’s like something from a cartoon show. Turning back around, I see Bruno and Scarlett coming out of the bathroom and feel my nose crinkle.
“Oh man. Did you guys clean up after y
ourselves, or do I have to watch where I step in there?”
“You stayed over?” Bruno asks, patting Scar’s ass as she rushes back to her room in her towel. “Shouldn’t you be at school?”
“I probably should be, but it’s totally worth not being there, because of the answer to your first question, which is yes. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to take a monster leak, followed by a moderately cold a shower. And if I slip over in there, because of you horny Buffalonians, I will have my revenge.”
Laughing, Bruno shakes his head as he walks towards his room. “Whatever man. Go nuts.”
Dressing after the shower, I have to wear the same clothes as yesterday, because I sure hadn’t planned on sleeping over. Choosing to go commando, I pull my pants back on and wander across to the study to retrieve my shirt and pack my bag. I figure I’ll leave the Jamboard here for the next study session.
Following my nose back to the kitchen, I find Alexa freshly showered and leaning against the counter sipping her coffee.
“How do you take yours?” she asks, setting her cup down next to one that’s mostly full of black coffee.
“With cream if you have it, thanks. Or milk is fine.” I add, because maybe a house full of body-conscious people doesn’t have cream in their fridge.
Alexa has a strange look on her face as she reaches into the fridge.
“What? Do I have something on my face? Sometimes towel fluff gets stuck to my beard without me noticing. It’s like Velcro.”
Giggling a little, or maybe trying not to, Alexa shakes her head as she pours cream into the waiting cup and nudges it towards me. “Your face is fine. We take our coffee the same way. Well, except mine is still hot and yours is... tepid.”
“Thank you for remembering that tepid is my preferred temperature.”
