by Vivian Cove
He sighs. “Fine, I’ll go back to my bed…”
Yay!
“…After you tell me the real reason you put it there.”
It’s suddenly very hot in my bed. “I don’t know what you mean.”
Damien crosses his arms over his chest. “I think you do, Princess.”
Damn! Maybe if I don’t say anything he’ll get bored and leave.
I swallow.
He stares.
I shut my eyes. Count to ten. Reopen them.
He’s still staring.
Fuck!
He leans in. “I think I know why you put it there.”
Guess there’s no denying it now! I scoot back as he gets back on the bed. “What? You do?”
“Yeah. You wanted to give me a nightmare so you could heal me with a dream.”
I frown. “What?” What does that even mean?!?
“You know, Princess,” he whispers, eyes dark, lids heavy.
Oh.
That kind of dream.
He plants his arms on either side of my hips as his body moves over mine.
“That’s not why I did it!” I blurt out.
“Oh yeah?”
Damn! He’s still moving! I gulp as his slides up next to mine on the bed, spooning me. “Yeah! It was, it was…”
“It was what, Princess?”
I shudder. Fuck. Why is it so hard for me to think right now? And what was I trying to remember? Oh yeah, now I got it! I force my eyes open and glare at him, pasting a wry grin on my face. “It was for your Restless D Syndrome!”
He stops his amorous descent. “What?”
“For your Restless Dick Syndrome!”
You know how you have moments in your life that you build up in your head? I call them mic dropping moments. Like, I just pwned you so bad there’s nothing else you could possibly say because, yeah, I just threw the ring into the lava pit of Mt. Doom. I’ve got a blue face and I’m wearing a plaid skirt and I’m screaming FREEDOM! as I charges towards the enemy. I just stole the company copy machine and now I am gonna fuck it up.
Except this wasn’t actually a mic dropping moment. Unless you are throwing the mic at the stunned crowd to distract them from how stupid what you just did was so you could make your escape before they start throwing tomatoes.
The only problem is I don’t have anything to throw at Damien except that dumb thing I just said. So I say it again. “You know…Restless Dick Syndrome.”
Damien’s mouth twitches. “You’re right Princess,” he says as he makes a sound that can only be described as a chortle.
I am? “I AM?!?”
“Yeah.” That damn chortle comes back. “I didn’t realize it before but for all these years, I’ve been searching for a cure for my…restless dick.”
I cringe. Hearing him say restless dick gives me physical pain. Why on earth had I thought that was a mic dropping moment? WHY???
“And I think I finally found the cure.”
I feel his hand on my hip, running down my thigh, parting my knees. Slipping up the inside of my leg. My cunt clenches.
Oh shit. This was not going well.
He pushes down my sweatpants. The ragged, gray ones he always made fun of but bitched if I didn’t wear. I feel all of him pushing against my ass. He undoes his zipper and chills roll down my body. Slowly, he pulls it out, jerking it a few times. I feel his knuckles and the head of his cock hit the back of my thighs.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“The only way I can cure my Restless D Syndrome is to feel a woman, Princess. You know that.”
“But you…have one…waiting for you…in your bed…” I whimper.
“It’s not you.”
So I was one step up from a blow up sex doll. Great!
Then he leans down and whispers to the nape of my neck, “My dick’s been restless because I’ve only ever wanted one girl, and I never thought I’d be able to have her.”
My eyes widen. What is he saying?
“You, Princess. It’s always just been you.” He brushes my hair from my face, his fingertips slipping over my cheek, over my lips once more as he pulls my hair back, exposing my neck so he can kiss behind my ear. Then he moves one arm over the top of my body, pulling me against him possessively, my shoulder blades over his muscular chest, my back against his abdomen.
His cock slips in between my thighs. I squeeze them together, squeezing him, and his breath hitches.
“I can’t do this,” I whisper. His lips are on my shoulder.
“Why not?”
He holds me against him, my back, pressed up against all his beautiful, delicious muscles, so tightly I can feel his heart beating as fast and hard as mine.
“This is just you getting back at me for ruining your bike. You’re just trying to extract money from me,” I continue.
“Fuck the bike. This isn’t about paying me back. This was never about any of that. I need you.”
“Then this is about the nightmare I gave you. I’m sorry I bought that creepy doll for you. It was stupid.”
There’s a moment of silence, and when he speaks his voice is oddly soft. “Biggest nightmare for me isn’t something scary, Princess. It’s the thought of waking up alone without you.”
My mind goes fuzzy.
He didn’t just say that, did he? It’s too sweet. Too full of everything I’ve never even dared to dream of. Damien doesn’t feel like that about me. It makes no sense. It…
His arm wraps around my torso. I gasp and clutch the bedsheet as his he draws me back into him. He lifts my leg and pulls it up so he can kiss my knee. My goes curl.
“Gotta have you now, Princess.”
Oh God. I cry out, pulling the bedsheets again until the mattress is exposed. His hand moves down my body, snaking over my tattoos until it finds my center.
“You’re already ready.” There’s a note of surprise in his voice as his fingers slip inside me. I squeeze around him and push my cheek into the bed.
I want it.
Now.
I can’t wait any longer.
Now. Now. Now.
Fill me.
Fuck me.
His fingers continue to slide in and out, torturing me, igniting me. Desire spreads throughout my body like a match thrown onto a trail of oil. I grind on his hand, crying out as his palm strums against my clit.
Damien, now! I want to scream, but I can’t form words. My nails scrape the mattress.
His teeth sink into my shoulder as something long, hard, smooth and unmistakably Damien slips between my thighs.
Oh God, he was going to fuck me, but was it even possible to fuck in this position? With my back to him? My left leg intertwined with his, and my right leg held up by his rough, strong hands?
He thrusts into me and I gasp. Yes. It is most certainly possible. Oh God, yes.
His arm loops around my knee, pushing my leg back even further. His hand continues to stimulate my clit in agonizingly slow circles as he continues to drives into me at the same slow pace. It drives me crazy. Every part of me wants him harder, faster, but he continues to tease me, drawing out my pleasure until it feels so good it almost hurts.
“You like that, Princess?”
Did I like this? FUCK YES! “Uhgggugrrruhgh.”
“What was that?”
Asshole! Didn’t he understand what he was doing to me? My mind wasn’t even working anymore! “Ruuuguggugggh!” I moaned. “Ruuuuuuuugh!”
I shut my eyes. Goddamnit! If I didn’t fix making these zombie death thrall noises soon, I was going to be a step down from a blow-up doll with deflated tits. Concentrate, Annie. You can do this!
“Harder!” I finally scream out.
“Damn, I forgot how loud you were.”
Was he trying to antagonize me? I shut my eyes, breathless, every cell in my body aching. “I can’t fucking take it anymore, Damien. Fuck me! Now!”
He readjusts his body so he’s no longer on my side but on top of me. I’m still on my
side but I twist my torso so I can see him.
Moonlight outlines his massive, tattooed shoulders. His fingers dig into my hips and my cunt pulls on the head of his dick, begging for the sweet torture I know will soon come. He grits his jaw as his eyes focus in on me like his life depends on memorizing every inch of my body.
His grip on me tightens. “Hold onto the headboard, Princess.”
My hands tremble as I raise them. His eyes darken as I grip the cold, metal bars.
He smiles pushes into me all the way to the hilt. I scream. His hand captures my ankle, pressing it against his shoulder. Slowly, he kisses it. “Gonna fuck you now, my beautiful, demanding princess.”
And he does. While I’m on my side, splayed open in this awkward as hell position. It shouldn’t feel this good, like I’ve died and gone to heaven. Fuck, I was even beginning to see stars.
Those are just the glow stars you pasted to your ceiling, dumbass!
That’s what my rational mind told me, but right now I feel like I’m shooting through the sky faster than the speed of light. I shut my eyes and the neon stars above me bleed into darkness. And he anchors me with his steel grip even as his hard, thick, long cock works me like I was made for it.
The air is full of my moans and the unrepeatable things he’s saying. Like that I’m dirty—so fuckin’ beautifully dirty to want it rough like this. My cunt grips him harder with every filthy thing he says. I can’t trust him—intellectually I know that he’s bad and a complete man whore. But my body loves this, needs this. Even though I know it’s dangerous, I want to be his. And I feel like he also wants to be mine…which is the most dangerous thought of all.
I open for him completely, arching and twisting as I try to take him deeper. I want to prologue this insatiable, aching, beautiful feeling inside me while I simultaneously try to break free of it.
And then, I can’t hold back any longer.
“Come on, Princess,” he whispers as if he knows more about my body’s intimate secrets than I do. “I want to hear those beautiful sounds you make again.”
I make them, though I don’t know why the fuck he thinks they’re beautiful. I really do sound like I’m experiencing a little death in his hands. But I don’t care. I’m overcome by sensation, shattering around him in a torrent of pleasure.
A few seconds later, he cums. Slowly, he lowers himself back to my side, kissing my arms and shoulder as he rests his head behind mine.
I’m panting. Sweat cools on my body. The sheets are hot, but not nearly as hot as his body.
I look over my shoulder. His eyes are drinking me again like he’s still not satisfied, and I realize that after one look at him I’m not either. I want more. I want everything.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
He grins.
“I don’t mean for that,” I swat him playfully, “though it was nice, too.”
He raises his eyebrows. “Yeah?”
“God, you’re insufferable.”
“You’re gonna have to use smaller words, Princess. Otherwise I won’t be able to follow what you’re sayin’.”
I smile again. Slightly. A bit embarrassed. “You know exactly what I mean.”
“You mean you want more?”
“Damien, stop! I’m trying to have a moment,” I laugh.
He flips me onto my back and gets on top of me again. “Alright, have your moment, but be fast. I don’t wanna wait any longer to have you again.”
What!?! “You just had me.”
“Yeah. It’s an addiction.”
“Come on! This was supposed to be a cure for bad dreams. You’re never going to fall asleep if you keep this up.”
“Not sleeping is kind of a cure, right?”
Now I’m laughing. I’ve never heard anything so ridiculous in my life. “No, it really isn’t.”
His eyes grow series. “I don’t need dreams anymore, now that I have you.”
My heart trips like I just tripped on my jump rope and did a face plant into the asphalt.
I’m his dream? What the hell is going on here!?!? “You’re happy with just me?”
“Yeah. With just you and the doll, I think I could make due.”
“Doll? What the hell?” He wasn’t supposed to want the doll!
He laughs. “But if you keep beggin’ for it like that…yeah, just you will do fine.”
Will do fine. Why the fuck did my stupid heart flutter at that? It wasn’t like he was saying he wanted me and only me. He was just saying that I was one step up from a secondhand sex doll. Still, my heart sores…maybe because I’m so used to hearing him say bad things about me that anything that isn’t a total riff makes me melt.
Pathetic.
Then he leans down to kiss me and all my protests disappear. The guy’s kisses are more distracting than chocolate. Seconds later, he’s got my legs pushed up and he’s holding my hips in place with his bruising grip as he rails into me.
It was fast and hard last time. This time it’s like a natural disaster. He’s going so hard and fast that, if I were to see us going at it like this, I’d probably think he was breaking me. And in a way he was.
And it felt amazing.
His teeth graze my neck as he claims me with hot, possessive kisses. There’s no restraint. No pretenses. Nothing but the act of sex in all its primal glory. Neither of us hold back. We demand everything from the other person, and we give everything we’ve got in return.
I feel like I’m going to melt into the mattress when we’re done. My legs are frozen in their pulled back position.
“Fuck, Princess,” he groans as he falls on the bed next to me.
Yeah, I try to say, but what I really say is, “Yaaaargh.”
He slides his hand beneath me and squeezes my ass, grinning. “Glad you liked it too.”
Goddamnit Damien, I’m gonna kick your ass! “Guh guh dughughki.” Then, I go to kick him, but my legs are so fuckin’ tired all I can do is wiggle my big toe.
“Yeah,” he says, grabbing my hand and kissing my knuckles. “I loved it too.”
I shiver. He’d just said he loved it. Now is the time for me to come clean with him about everything. “Damien, I really do have something I want to thank you for.”
“Uh oh.”
“Hey, I’m serious.” I turn looking up into his face. He tilts his head to the side, eyeing me cautiously, as if he really is afraid of something. Weird.
I swallow, readying myself. “Thanks for not making this about paying you back.”
He smiles, relieved. “Yeah. No need to thank me for that.”
“Maybe not, but it means something to me.”
“Just something?”
I glare at him. “Don’t push your luck.”
“Alright, alright. Well, I’m glad that you’re happy about this.” He snuggles up next to me. “Just remember, you still owe me a lap dance. Two, if you want to make sure the first one goes alright.”
Time stops.
Did he just say what I think he just said?
My eyes narrow. “What?”
“One lap dance, two if—”
“I thought you said this wasn’t about the bike!” I interrupt.
“It wasn’t, Princess. It was about something more. Your heart.” He grins. “You still gotta do somethin’ ‘bout the bike, though.”
Then, he snuggles up to my arm again.
Oh hell no.
Chapter 10
I grab my pillow and get into battle position. “Out!”
Damien grins, going in for another cuddle. “Princess, get back here.”
I smash his cuddle attempt by slamming the pillow down over his head. “OUT!”
“What the hell?” Damien ducks and covers, which is great for earthquakes, but not so great for an Annie-mal attack.
I jump on top of my bed and grab another pillow. I wield them like nun chucks—one over the shoulder and the other across the waist—then switch, switch, switch—as my eyes focus with deadly intent. “I’m gonna te
ar you a new one!”
He frowns. “A new what?”
“EVERYTHING!”
His frown deepens. “With pillows?”
“Oh, you haven’t seen what pillows can do! You have no fuckin’ idea asshole! Prepare yourself!”
The only thing he looks like he’s preparing for is more laughter. “I don’t remember pillow fights goin’ down like that when I was younger.”
“Well do you know what the first rule of pillow fight club is?” I leap from the bed to the ground and start waving my pillow-clad fist around again. “It’s that you never talk about pillow fight club!”
“I guess not,” he laughs.
Why is he laughing? Death is staring him right in the face. “If you don’t get your ass out of here, I am stuffing you with feathers after I pound you unconscious!”
“Pound me unconscious? That sounds nice.”
“Fuck you!”
“Please.”
“God damnit Damien!”
“Come on, Princess. What’s wrong?”
“Like you don’t know!”
“Was it about the bike? I’ll give you a discount on lessons.”
Discount? Lessons? AGAIN??? “RWARG!” I charge at him and he backs up to the door. I grab the handle, ready to push him out, and but it’s stuck. “Fuck!”
“I think it’s locked, Princess.”
I glare at him. “You.” I hiss.
“Hey, don’t get all freaky on me. I didn’t lock it.”
My nostrils flare. “That’s right, I did! To keep you out! But here you are!”
“Uh, Princess?”
I slide my foot across the floor like a bull about to charge. “What?”
“Deep breaths, Princess.”
Deep breaths???? I growl.
“Yeah, just like that, minus the death glare—that does the opposite of what we’re tryin’ to do.”
“What we are trying to do?” Did he think we were a team now? I make another sound, and it sure as shit isn’t the first note of Kumbaya.
“Come on, Princess. You’re actin’ like an Annie—” he looks down, shaking his head.
My eyes narrow. “What were you about to say?”
“Nothin’ Princess.”
But it wasn’t nothing. It was a very important something. It was…
