by Ashley Logan
Applause erupts from our small crowd of friends. Feeling my cheeks warming, I look to find Alexa blushing too. Her eyes meet mine and she gives a nervous giggle.
“Care to dance, my queen?”
“How can I refuse my king when he is so fudge-caking amazing?” she replies, pulling me into the open space before the band as I signal to Harriet.
The Fuzz immediately stops what they were playing and start a new song; Grouplove’s Ways To Go. Eying me strangely, Alexa allows me to pull her close, swaying to the deep beat. Her eyes ask the question and I smile as the beat changes slightly and I spin her away.
“It’s the song Haz was listening to when we danced in silence,” I explain with a grin as Fletch, the lead singer progresses from soft tones to the husky wail of a practiced rocker. The music kicks up to a great dance beat and I break into the same stupid dance moves I did when we danced in my parents den. Only one beat behind, Alexa cranks out a wicked spin and starts bouncing around me. Soon, everyone joins us on the dance floor. Even Brad is rolling around and rocking out, unable to resist the catchy tune.
When the song ends, The Fuzz launch into a host of other awesome dance songs that keep us moving and grinning.
“You want a drink?” I ask Alexa, wiping my damp brow.
“Love one!” she cries, over the music. Whisking her off her feet. I carry her to the bar.
“Just so you know; the punch is definitely spiked,” I warn her as she reaches for a glass of the sparkling pink liquid. “I’m trying to make this night memorable.”
Giggling, she sips at her punch as Nate sets two glasses of water in front of us before leaving the bar again for the dance floor.
“I don’t think I could ever forget a night like this,” Alexa says, putting her drink down. “Especially when you have a professional photographer recording it for me,” she adds with a laugh as she pulls me over to the photo-booth. “I suppose you’re going to collate a fake yearbook for me too?”
“You know it’s disturbing sometimes how good you are at reading my mind,” I reply with a smile, pulling her in for a kiss as Pete the photographer snaps away. After a few photos of us, we’re joined by the whole crew, and it’s just as I imagine friends would behave on Prom night.
Eventually, I pull Alexa back to the dance floor for another boogie. The Fuzz end one song and I pull Alexa close as they begin another, slower one.
“Let it be?” she whispers, looking up to me with those gorgeous eyes.
Smiling, I bend to kiss her, lifting her and spinning her around. Leaving her feet to dangle, I press her to me, swaying to the beat as I rest my face against her neck, breathing her in. Moaning at what her scent does to me, I nuzzle deeper, whispering. “I don’t ever want to put you down.”
Her fingers weave into my hair as she rests her cheek to my head. “Then don’t,” she whispers back. As I drift around the floor with the woman I love, I lose myself in how she makes me feel.
Of course, as soon as her fingers start traveling over my shoulders and down my arms and sneaking between us, the feelings she evokes become a little too much for public display. A low growl rumbles in the back of my throat as I lift my head and lower her a little.
“I know this might sound presumptuous,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose as I search her eyes, “But I booked a room upstairs, if you’d like to make this party a private one?”
“Oh thank God,” she says with a twinkle in her eye. Wriggling free from my arms and dropping to the floor, she begins pulling me towards the door, then stops. “Do you think it’s wise to leave your little sister in a strip club unsupervised?”
“Kat’s in charge of that situation until they call Mom and Dad to collect the band,” I reply with a laugh, sweeping her into my arms and carrying her out the door. “I’ve thought of almost everything.”
“Almost everything?” she asks as I set her back on her feet in the foyer.
“You might need to let me in,” I say, gesturing at the keypad with a sigh.
With a little giggle, Alexa uses my suspenders to pull me down to her level. “Damon, I’m going to let you in so good, you’ll never want to leave,” she says, running her tongue over my bottom lip and sucking it into her mouth as her fingers play over my scalp and down my neck.
Groaning, I lift her, pressing her to me in an effort to have more of her touching me. The thin fabrics between us barely seem to matter as her nipples crest to hard peaks against my chest, reminding me of what she is wearing under her silky, flowing dress - nothing. Cut low in front, she’s definitely not wearing a bra, and as I graze her thigh through the slit in her dress, a pleasant sparkle bursts through me when I think of her constant absence of underwear. My need strains hard against her, rearing to go after weeks of torturous waiting.
“Mmm. The door,” I moan into her mouth as my body begins to understand that this time, it’ll finally get what it’s been aching for - once I can make it up the damn stairs. If the door doesn’t open soon, it’s going to be kicked in.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
ALEXA
Hardly keeping his mouth off me, Damon carries me upstairs to my bedroom. Pausing outside my door, he lowers me to the ground and presses his forehead to mine as we both gasp for breath.
“Are we sure we want this tonight?” he asks as if in pain. He’s lost his crown when I ran my fingers through his hair earlier and I reach up to find my tiara sitting askew.
“If you make me wait any longer, I’m going to scream,” I say, taking off the tiara and pushing through my door. I gasp in a different way and the tiara falls to the floor, bouncing into my room.
The smell of roses hits me first. As my eyes adjust to the dim room, lit only with flickering, fire-less candles and a string of tiny fairy bulbs that back-light my collection of broken dolls, I see a colorful bunch of roses on my desk. The mountain of pillows on my bed has disappeared, replaced with multi-colored rose petals and soft music plays at a low volume from somewhere over by the window. Turning back to Damon, I have no words for the lengths he has gone to in order to make tonight special for me.
“Every girl deserves her first time to be special,” he says with a shrug, smiling a little as his eyes scan my broken dolls, as if they’re his friends too.
“You make everything special,” I whisper, stepping closer and wrapping my arms around him and pressing my head to his solid chest.
“Hey,” he says softly lifting my chin. “Don’t you dare get tears on my only good shirt, Alexa Carrington.”
Laughing a little, I sniff and gaze up into his beautiful eyes. “Promise I won’t,” I say, reaching for the top button.
Slowly, teasingly, I slip each button open as he stands charged with a perceptible, electric air around him. Breathing becomes dangerous, as the feeling invades me with each inhalation, and my heart starts hammering inside my chest. Running my hand down the center of his chest, I watch his eyes darken as his breath hitches with restraint. Sliding both hands up his warm, hard muscles, I push the shirt from his shoulders, dragging it down his arms, smiling as I leave his suspenders in place against his bare skin. “I like this look,” I whisper, dipping my fingers under his suspenders and giving them a light ping.
His restraint buckles and his no-hands pull my face to his in a deep, knee-weakening kiss that sends flames of heat shooting through my body to take up residence between my legs. Breathing hard, Damon pulls back, bracing himself against the closed door.
“You make holding back so damn difficult, Alexa.”
“Then don’t hold back,” I reply, taking a step towards him. I’ve been craving him for weeks now, and he keeps delaying.
Shaking his head, he holds up his no-hands to keep me from coming closer, then scratches his beard as he chuckles. “I didn’t mean holding back, exactly. I meant lasting. You make it hard to last.” Hungry eyes regard my face and then dip lower to the skirt of my dress.
“That split has been driving me crazy all night.” His voice is deep and
rough, and it makes my body tremble in the best way. “All night I’ve been thinking about how much I’d like to lift you up, slide your legs over my shoulders and bury my face in you.”
Unable to answer right away because my body is screaming ‘hell yes!’ and my brain is trying to figure out if my ceiling is high enough to accommodate that scenario, I just stand there gaping at him. My body heats all the way through as images of what he’s suggesting start playing through my mind and I start judging the distance from his shoulders to the roof.
“You think I didn’t factor that calculation into my plans?” he says, grinning as he comes for me.
Moving quickly, he slips his arms between my legs, making me squeal as he lifts me straight up high. The course his strong arms take, send my legs automatically over his shoulders and already his beard grazes my thighs as he makes his way to his destination. His breath is hot and I give a helpless sigh as his tongue glides through my crease.
Lightheaded as he makes another pass, I grip his hair. “Damon, I’m going to fall.”
His reply is muffled, but feels amazing against my clit. Moaning, I shake my head before I remember that he can’t see. Doing something spectacular with his tongue, Damon makes me arch into him and I lose my balance. Keeping me in place by locking his arms more tightly over my legs, he looks up at me.
“I can hold you like this, or I can give you a wall to lean on Alexa, but I won’t drop you.”
Breathing hard, I look down at his loving eyes. He means it. Looking to the ceiling, I shiver when his beard scuffs my thigh as he kisses it tenderly. My thighs clench around him in response, momentarily stopping him from doing anything more, even though it’s all I want. Looking down when I release him, I notice his beard glistening with my arousal and another shiver runs through me.
“The wall. Give me the wall,” I whisper. I never thought those words would come from my mouth after some of the walls I’ve been pinned against, but this is different. Nobody ever held me against a wall for my pleasure.
“You’re sure?”
“Yes!” I cry, already in love with the idea of making walls my friends again. “The wall,” I repeat breathlessly, closing my eyes as I feel myself move through the air. Soon a hard surface meets my back and I gasp as Damon immediately continues his studious work in the south. My eyes can’t seem to stay open for any length of time.
Every caress and flick of Damon’s tongue has my breath catching and my eyelids fluttering. Catching small glimpses of the flickering light and dulled colors, I’m driven to great heights by his unrelenting tongue and that beard. My fingers tighten in his hair as I climb, feeling unbelievably safe with a wall behind me. My body begins to stiffen as I approach the point of no return and my legs lock around him. Damon moans with approval, darting his tongue inside me as I come on his face.
Holding me in place, he treats me to long slow licks as my quivers subside. Lowering me slowly to the floor, Damon keeps me close, not seeming ready to let me go. I don’t mind in the least, because if he lets me go, I’m fairly certain I will collapse in a heap on the floor, on account of finding myself completely boneless again.
Taking a deep breath, Damon wipes his face and nuzzles into my neck. “May I take off this fantastic dress now?” he asks, kissing the skin below my ear as I shiver inside and out. My response is barely a breath.
“Please.”
Shifting behind me, Damon’s kisses trail down my spine until he slides down the zipper with his teeth, then his lips make their way back up to my neck. The cool air tickles my skin as he inhales deeply. “I love the way you smell,” he says, nuzzling again as he moans. “And the way you taste,” he whispers, flicking his tongue over my skin. “And I adore the way you feel.”
His no-hands glide over my shoulders, dislodging the straps of my gown. It falls to the floor and Damon’s intake of breath brings a tear to my eye. Coming slowly back around to stand in front of me, I see a sheen to his eyes to as his no-hand strokes my cheek and sweeps a rogue curl over my shoulder. “And you are so beautiful, inside and out, that you make me believe in angels.”
Blinking back tears, I take a leaf from his book on lightening the mood. “That’s it? No comment on how my golden voice is music to your ears?” I ask, laughing.
“There,” he says, touching the tip of my nose as he smiles. “That sound right there is the music, Alexa.”
Sealing my mouth with his, he sheds both suspenders at once. Still giggling a little, I push him back, wanting to attend to his pants myself. Unhooking their clasp, I note they fall as easily as my gown did, and it’s my turn to gasp. Giggling again, I look up at him.
“You’re not the only one who likes to go without sometimes,” he says with a wink. Collecting me into his arms, he kisses me long and deep.
Lying me on the bed of velvety rose petals, he lowers his body onto mine, kissing my face, my neck, my shoulder. Being on the bottom used to freak me out, but the familiar weight and heavenly scent of Damon as he presses me into the bed makes my head spin, shattering any bad thoughts.
He lulls me into a languid state of luxury as he lavishes endless attention on me and I begin to drift into a heady, sexual stupor. His erection throbs between us. Anchoring me to the moment, it reminds my insides that they’ve been aching for him for far too long. He is so close. Silky smooth and rock hard, this most masculine part of him pulses in sync with my feminine need, and all I can think of is getting him inside me.
Running my nails down his back, I arch into him, encouraging him to relieve the ache inside. He doesn’t, drawing my nipple into his mouth instead. One of his no-hands runs down my side, then back up to fondle my other breast, teasing that nipple as his tongue lashes the other.
Trying to collect enough breath to speak, I utter snippets of actual sentences as his mouth and gentle caresses prime my body with boundless dedication. “Damon. Want you. Oh. Mmm. Do it.”
My body does all it can to invite him in, but still he leaves me wanting. Losing my mind and my patience, I begin to wiggle out from under him, set on shoving him sideways and riding him home, but in one sly move, he steals my resolve. “Fudgecake!” Sucking in air as he grinds slowly against me, hitting just the right spot, I grab at him. “Enough. In,” I whisper, trying to find volume. “Get in, or get off!”
Leaning back, Damon presses his hips into me as he stills. The look in his eyes is one of a man deeply entrenched in the pleasure he’s provoking, enjoying every maddening second of it. Beyond sexy, it’s the look of a man making love. That look alone is enough to make my insides tighten. Shivering beneath him and moaning in frustration, I run my hands over his body.
“Don’t stop!” I cry, moving against him to keep the incredible sensation from waning. Again my voice has been driven to a lusty rasping. “Don’t ever stop making love to me.”
Damon’s lips lock on mine and he shifts subtly in response to my body. With a tilt of his hips, the tip of his erection slips into place at my entrance. Inhaling sharply, Damon breaks his kiss to meet my eyes. The love shining out of them wraps me in a warm, effervescing glow and regular breathing is well beyond my control.
Softly brushing his lips against mine, he meets my eyes again and I know the long wait is over. Stroking my cheek, he inches slowly forward, until he’s just in. Stretching me in the most tempting way, Damon doesn’t press any further.
It’s not enough, and I move against him involuntarily, trying to draw him deeper, but he draws back. My sex quivers in anticipation and he moves back in - a little deeper this time, but again he pulls backs. Whimpering beneath him, I gaze up into his loving eyes, hoping the next time will fill me up.
Running my hands over his taut muscles, I think about how much he’s restraining himself to give me the best night of my life. Staring up at him, I flood my thoughts with my love for him, hoping he’ll see it shining out at him the way his love radiates all around me. Hesitating a moment, his eyes soften at the edges and he kisses me. In the very next moment, he is
filling me.
Overwhelming relief washes through me and I moan into his mouth as he ends the ceaseless ache inside me. Meeting his every thrust, I press myself to him with shameless desperation as our bodies seek each other's heat and pressure.
“You feel so good,” he moans into my neck as the muscles in his back become rigid under my fingertips. Tilting his hips slightly, he bumps against my clit with each deep thrust and my insides start winding tighter than ever.
“You too. Mmm.”
Somehow he’s found the perfect combination of rhythm, pressure and deep probing, and I feel my body arching off the bed beneath him as the pleasure builds with every rock of his hips. My breath catches and I feel him tensing in and around me. The husky deliverance of my name sends not just a quiver, but a powerful surge through my body, shuddering to a violent climax. Damon grunts in my ear and he stills inside me as my body grips onto his for dear life. Just as they start to die away, my toe-curling spasms are brought back to life as I feel the pulsing of Damon unleashing inside me. Clutching onto him, we ride it out together in a fit of twitching perspiration and unintelligible utterances.
As the physical explosion subsides, our bodies meld together. Holding me to him, Damon rolls onto his back and sighs as he relaxes into the rose petals. His no-hands trail over my back, tickling at times, which leads to little aftershocks inside me and blissful whimpers from both of us.
“We should stay like this forever,” he whispers, smelling the flower in my hair and kissing the crown of my head. My mind still floating, I laugh a little and kiss his chest, licking the salt of him from my lips with a satisfied sigh.
“You laugh?” he says, looking down at me. “You’re the one who said never stop making love to you. If we stay like this, I can honor your request.”
My heavy body refuses to move, so I’m not opposed to the idea. “How would we live?”
