We don’t speak again, but the silence feels comfortable. I move to set the cutlery on the table but he takes them from my hands. “Let me.” It comes out as a whisper. I look up into his eyes and the earlier desire is there again, sexual tension crackles in the air surrounding us.
I stand on the tips of my toes to move my lips up to his. I place a quick brush of a kiss across them, not allowing him to deepen the contact, before moving away to open a bottle of wine.
I feel him move behind me as he grabs two wine glasses, pressing his torso against my back. I lean into him, pressing my arse against his crotch, as he slowly starts to rub up against me. A deep breath shudders out of his parted lips as I move out of the way, enjoying the game of cat and mouse.
I place the food on the table and sit down, waiting for him to join me. His lean, muscular frame is leaning against the counter as he tries to steady his breathing. He runs his hands through his hair and turns to come join me at the table.
We go back to the comfortable silence while eating. He hums in appreciation as he tastes his first bite of food. The sound thrums through my body, that one sound alone makes my clit throb. I take a deep breath and resume eating.
Every now and again I glance up and find him looking at me. Each time my body comes to life. The adrenalin running through my veins is making me feel like I’m on fire. A wave of lust bursts through my system straight to my core. How does this man turn me on so much?
It hits me like a bullet. I want him.
I want this man, not just as part of a game, but I feel real desire for him. I shouldn’t. I should only feel hate. Guilt hits but I push it down and I switch my feelings off. Desire I can work with. I can push his limits.
I slide my chair back from the table and stand to move my dish to the kitchen side. I drain the rest of my wine before refilling my glass.
When I turn around Damon is staring at me. My nipples begin to harden. The look he is giving me sends bolts of lust straight to my pussy. I squeeze my thighs together to try and ease the ache in my sex.
He stands and prowls towards me like a hunter stalking its prey. The cocksure look across his face tames my desire momentarily. I like that he thinks he can have me any way, anyhow, and part of me thinks it may be true. His eyes are wild, burning straight into me, scalding me.
“Are you okay, Damon? You have a funny look on your face. Maybe you should go and sit down.” I smile my sweetest smile and turn away from him, steadying my breathing. I move around the kitchen at lightning speed, trying to be anywhere that he isn’t. I can tell he is frustrated, his growl confirms that.
“Ella... Stop.” The word comes out husky. I stand still, afraid to move, not sure of what my response will be. I’m losing control of the situation. I should be playing on his desire but he’s working on mine.
Sex.
I can control sex. I can control him with sex.
I feel him behind me, his body heat warming my already overheated skin. His hot breath blows across my neck as he moves closer and closer. He starts to nuzzle on my throat, skimming my skin with his lips. He moves up to my earlobe, sucking on it gently. A moan slips past my lips as I tilt my head, giving him better access. My eyes snap shut as his hands snake around my waist, pulling me flush against him.
My peaked nipples throb, my breasts are achy and full. I bring my hands up to cup them, squeeze them. I pull on my elongated nipples, hoping to relieve the pain. I feel Damon harden against my arse, his cock nestled against the crease. His hands move up and cover mine. He squeezes my hands, adding more pressure, controlling the touch.
“Perfect tits. They fit my hands perfectly,” he growls low in my ear. A small whimper leaves my throat. I move my hands from out under his, bringing them down to grasp his thighs behind me. His muscles bunch under my touch, contracting, as his cock thrusts forwards slightly.
He plays with my nipples through my shirt, tweaking, twisting and pinching, the friction setting me on fire all over. My hands travel up his thighs until I make contact with his cock. It’s hard and so big in my hand that I’m not sure how he ever fit before. I slide my palm over the bulge, before closing my fingers around him.
This makes him go crazy. He turns me, grips me under my arse, and pulls me towards him, driving his dick against my pussy. The contact is so precise, so perfect, that I can’t help the cry that tears from my lips. I feel overdressed, there are too many clothes between us. I grab the hem of my vest, lifting it over my head. Damon freezes when my bare breasts are freed, his eyes glued on my pebbled nubbins. I smile as he stares transfixed on my chest, knowing it will be easy to get him in a frenzy.
Taking the lead, I tug his shirt out his slacks and start to pull at the buttons of his shirt, needing him bare. Feeling impatient at how long it’s taking me to get them open I growl. I keep telling myself that I need to just get it over and done with, but part of me, the sick twisted part of me, loves the thrill, loves how his body is responding to mine. Loves how alive he is making me feel.
Damon must be feeling impatient too because he grabs the shirt and rips open the buttons. I reach for him, kissing along his pecs as his finger travel down my body to my trousers. He pulls my joggers and kickers down in one movement, helping me as I step out of them. The cool air hits my naked flesh, sending goosebumps across my skin. Or it could be his touch.
I pull at his slacks, pushing them down around his ankles. He’s gone commando and just that has me pulsing. Juices pool on my thighs. He lifts me so my butt is sitting on the edge of the counter, stepping between my parted legs. He runs his fingers along my slit, feeling how wet I am.
“Wet. So fucking wet for me,” he grits out between clenched teeth. I moan in response. His fingers part my folds before circling my clit. He plunges a finger in my clenching opening, pushing deep, letting out a groan of his own. His finger comes out and he brings it up to his mouth to suck my essence off.
“Hmmm just as tasty as I remember.”
I wrap my body around him, pulling him into me. He grabs his cock pushing deep inside with one hard thrust. I gasp at the force of him. He pauses, taking a moment for me to adjust around him before he slowly retreats to the tip and thrusts back in hard and fast. He pushes so hard he lifts me off the counter with force. I cling tighter to him, just absorbing his punishing rhythm.
“So fucking good, so hot and fitting. Perfect fit baby, like a glove. You fit me everywhere.” My body is slick with sweat. My arms are wrapped around his neck, fingers digging into his hair, tugging the soft strands. We do fit together everywhere.
“Never... Never has it been like this. Fuck, I can’t hold back.” He grips my hips and pulls me forward, hard onto his cock, lunging in at the same time. He hits deep, keeping himself pressed against me. I’m full to the hilt. His body makes just the right contact with my clit and I clench around his cock. He grinds into me, setting fireworks off in my body. My core ripples around him, trying to pull him in deeper.
“Come, baby. Come on my cock, let me feel you.” A throaty groan on Damon’s lips sends me over the edge.
I can hear myself screaming out his name as I clamp down on his steely cock. My body trembles as wave after wave of pure pleasure floods me. The feeling is intense. He fucks like a pro and I could get used to this. Damon slowly starts moving again, drawing out my pleasure. I bite down on my lip, enjoying his slow plunges. With a sharp thrust, he buries his head in my neck and comes, his cock pulsating inside me. My name comes off his lips as a growl. His body slumps forward, pressing my back against the counter, pinning me.
It takes a couple of minutes to get our breathing under control, his weight a welcome pressure blanketing me. I kiss the side of his head as I softly stroke his back. This moment is pure bliss. It feels so right being wrapped in him. I never want to leave his warmth.
I feel the panic creeping over me. Fuck. What was I thinking? How can I feel so comfortable in this man’s arms? I need to get away from him, I need to breathe. I can’t breathe. I struggle to
get free from him, he pulls back to look at me, confusion and concern shining in his eyes.
“You okay?” I push against his chest, needing distance. Damon acts immediately, pulling out of me. The sensation of his cock slipping free makes him groan and me whimper. I try to climb down but he stops me with a soft kiss to my left breast. I suck in a shocked breath at the intimacy.
He quickly moves to the sink, collects a fresh cloth from under the it, and wets it. He walks back to me, not concerned with his nakedness in the slightest, and wipes me between my legs, cleaning me. The breath I’ve been holding catches in my throat at the gentle, intimate act.
“I’m sorry,” he mumbles as he finishes cleaning me up. Startled, I bring my eyes up to his. “It was all so sudden. I’m clean.” It takes me a moment to realise he didn’t wear a condom. Fuck. How the hell could I let him inside me without protecting myself? This man is a monster. The last thing anyone needs is a monster spawn, not that that could ever happen to me. “I’m sorry.” The honesty in his voices calms me. It was a mistake. One that won’t be repeated.
“I’m clean too.” I tell him quietly.
“I believe you.” He bends over to kiss me softly on the lips. I melt under his body, pressing my lips against his in return. “I need to ask, are you on the pill?” I’m shaking my head before he finishes.
“No, but it’s okay. I can’t get pregnant. I have a medical condition called PCOS. It means I have cysts on my ovaries. I won’t be able to have children naturally.” I turn my head away, swallowing past the lump lodged in my throat, unable to look at him. The grief that I can’t have children still plays on my mind, not that I had ever given time to think about having children, but finding out was just another thing taken away from me.
Damon turns my face to look into his eyes, “I’m sorry, beauty. That can’t have been easy to deal with.” I shrug my shoulders nonchalantly.
“I’ve dealt with worse. That was just the cherry on top.” I look away, taking a moment to compose myself. “I still remember when the doctor told me I have PCOS. I only went in because I was suffering with my periods. They’ve always been all over the place and I’d be in pain every month. Finding out about the cysts took another dream away, a dream I didn’t have yet.” I don’t know why I told him all that but I opened up to him.
“I don’t want kids. I’ve never wanted them. I’m not dad material.” I look at him shocked. He’s only twenty eight. How can he possibly have already made a decision like that? He might just not have met the right woman yet. “That makes us perfect together, beauty.”
This isn’t right. It shouldn’t be like this, he shouldn’t be like this.
I climb down from counter when he pulls away and moves with the soiled cloth. I collect my clothes, turning my back to him, taking a moment to gather myself. I need to get out of here. He can’t see how the last few moments have affected me. When I feel okay to talk I turn and smile at Damon.
“Thanks for dessert,” I wink at him as I skip from the kitchen, the forced smile still attached to my lips. “Goodnight, Damon.” I call over my shoulder. When I look back at him his face is filled with shock and confusion. I hear him shout wait as I get to my door. Rushing inside I close it and lock it. I head straight to the shower, a smile playing on my lips, feeling happy with myself. I climb in and wash Damon off me, wash him out of me. I can’t believe I was so careless. I didn’t know he was clean. I don’t know if he really is. I believe him though. I can’t let it happen again. I know I can’t get pregnant but I always protect myself. I’m just glad I got him turned on so much that he forgot!
Game one to me…I won…I hope.
CHAPTER TEN
May 15th 2014
Today is the day of the charity event for NSPL. I haven’t seen Damon since Tuesday night, and I don’t know if he is avoiding me or if he is just busy. I don’t like not seeing him though. I feel out of control. I needed time to get him hot and bothered so I could play on his jealousy at the event. It seems like our tumble meant nothing to him so I’m not sure how jealous I’ll be able to make him. I’m going to have to rely on my dress to rein him in. I sent him a text message telling him to enjoy tonight at the event, hoping to get in his head. He hasn’t replied.
I’m in my room, painting my nails when I hear the front door open and close. Part of me wants to rush and see him, but I don’t. The part of me that hates him holds me back, keeps me rooted to the spot, frozen.
I hold my breath as I hear him move up the stairs and towards our rooms. My breath catches as I hear footsteps stop outside my door. I wait for the knock but it doesn’t come. I hear him turn on his heel and walk to his room. I continue what I was doing, pushing the slight pang of disappointment to the back of my mind.
I pick up my phone and text Tom, letting him know what time he needs to pick me up tonight. Tom is my ‘Friend’. We’ve hooked up a lot over the years. He’s my go-to guy. He’s helped me, unknowingly, crush men. He knows it will never be anything more than a quick fuck. I’m happy with this arrangement and so is he. When I’ve needed to make the final crush of a man in the last few years I’ve used Tom to get caught a few times.
I have a plan for tonight in my mind and I’m going to do everything I can to stick to it. I know I nearly have Damon where I want him. I just need that extra push, and tonight I’m going to push him right over the edge.
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I’m applying the finishing touches to my makeup when I hear the doorbell ring. I hear the door open so I know that Damon answered it. Tom's familiar voice travels up to me, talking to Damon, about what, I can’t hear. Time to find out if they do know each other.
I take one last look at myself in the full length mirror to make sure I’m as I need to be. The dress moulds to my curves, flowing perfectly where it needs to. I’ve smoked my eyes out to match the charcoal of the dress, added a subtle blush, and finished off with killer red lipstick. The red of my lipstick matches the red of my bag. Five-inch heeled red stilettos with spikes all up the heel complete my look. I slip my feet into my shoes and head to greet Tom.
I walk down the hall and take a deep, calming breath. I don’t know why I feel nervous but I really want to knock the breath out of Damon’s lungs when he sees me. Standing at the top of the stairs I see both men turn to watch me. The look of lust that appears on their faces fills me with a sense of achievement. I’m winning. It worked.
I walk slowly down the stairs, as gracefully as I can in these heels, letting them both fully take me in. I greet Tom in an overly affectionate way. I can tell it takes him back a little as I brush my lips across his. He’s used to the cold me. Tonight I will be anything but.
I turn to Damon and take him in. He’s wearing a dark grey three piece suit with a crisp white shirt. He’s got a charcoal gray tie on, making me wonder if he picked the tie on purpose. His hair is in disarray rather than its usual faux hawk. His eyes darken with desire as he returns my ogling with a sweep of his own inspection of me. He swallows loudly, then licks his lips, looking at me like he wants a taste.
“Have a good evening, Damon,” I tell him, a little breathlessly, before turning my attention back to Tom. Not waiting for his reply I take Tom's hand and head out the door. When I get in Tom's car I can feel his eyes on me
“What?” I turn to look at him. He doesn’t look pleased with me, so I remove my hand from his, a move that makes him look even more pissed off. Before I get to say anything more he turns and speaks.
“I don’t know what game you’re playing Ella, but I don’t appreciate being a pawn in it. You don’t use friends.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask. I don’t think it was that obvious that I wanted to get Damon’s attention.
“You know what I’m talking about. That was all a show for him right? Another one you plan to shack up with until you get bored and use me to get rid of again? Maybe I don’t want to be used anymore. Friends don’t do that.” The sharp edge of his tone stuns me a minute. Feeling a bit stung
by his words I turn and look out my window. Is Tom my friend?
Yes maybe he is.
He has been around for a long time. Since before Lydia was taken away. He knows everything I’ve been through. He’s seen me at some of my worst points. Comforted me when I’ve broken down, fulfilled that need when I was between practise men. We haven’t always just had sex when together, on occasion we just hung out. He knew something was going on with me. He never questioned it though, he never asked what I was doing with these different guys. He just seemed to be there when I needed him.
I turn back to him, “I'm sorry, Tom. I haven’t been a good friend to you. I have my reasons.”
He cuts me off before I can say anything more “Els, I know since Lydia... died,” I wince at his words. “Things have been tough for you but you can’t keep doing this. Lydia wouldn’t have wanted you to keep doing this.” I can’t listen to this, I can’t hear her name, and especially not tonight. I need to be strong, stay focused.
“Please stop. I can’t talk about her, please just stop.” Tom stops talking and turns his head to focus on driving. I turn my head and look back out the window, tears falling down my face.
“I’m sorry, Els, but you needed to hear that.” I remain silent.
When we get to the manor I take a moment to compose myself. Taking deep shallow breaths I count to ten before climbing out of the car, a smile plastered back on my face, perfected with three years of practice. I need to keep my walls up tonight.
The manor is beautiful. It’s elegantly stunning. So many people are flitting around, meeting and greeting, all looking glamorous. Finely dressed men and women mingle with waiters and waitresses. You can smell the wealth coming off people. People who are shallow, not afraid to throw money in the right places to get their names in the local paper. Some even make it into the latest gossip magazine. It makes them happy to get their fifteen minutes of fame. It makes me sick. They make me sick.
As I walk into the main ballroom I look around to see if my target is in sight. Tom takes my coat and heads off to the cloak room. Making my way through the crowd I spot Damon's brother, Spencer. Tonight’s game plan.
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