by Jessica Ashe
Damon interrupts my thoughts by leaning in and kissing me firmly on the lips. It’s the perfect kiss—all my doubts and fears disappear as his tongue slides between my lips and rubs against mine. Kissing is the true test of passion. It’s easy to think you’re into someone when you’ve got your legs spread wide and they’re inside you, but kissing’s harder to fake.
I am definitely into Damon.
I wrap my arms around his neck, and weave my fingers into his short hair. There’s not much to grab hold of, but I cling on tight and return the kiss with as much aggression as he’s showing me.
We could stay like this for hours, but I can feel Damon’s ready to move on. His eagerness is pressing against my belly and the second I feel it I instinctively step backwards towards the bed. We collapse down on the firm mattress with a loud thud, our lips barely parting the entire way down. Damon’s lips move to my neck, but it’s his hands I’m focused on as one moves to my tiny breasts and gives a firm squeeze. I’m braless and the thin padding in the strappy yoga top is doing nothing to hide the excitement in my nipples. I’m briefly embarrassed by my obviousness until I feel Damon’s cock digging into my thigh. He’s as raring to go as I am and I don’t want to wait any longer.
I reach down and tug Damon’s t-shirt up to his chest until he pushes himself up and peels it the rest of the way off. He’s been shirtless in front of me before, but that time I’d done everything in my power to maintain eye contact with him. Not tonight.
Damon kneels between my legs while I prop myself up onto my elbows and stare straight at his abs. He’s never once mentioned going to the gym, but you don’t get abs like that from pushing equipment around. He smiles as I sit up and run my fingers over the bumps.
Then I lick him.
I have no idea where that comes from, but I do it. I lick his abs and I want more. I want every bit of his body, but more than anything, I want the cock I can see straining through his pants.
My fingers hurriedly open his belt, but before I can pull down the fly, his hands grip my wrists and pull them away.
“No,” he commands.
I breathe heavily, but don’t say anything as he reaches down and pulls off my top, revealing my tiny, pert breasts, complete with nipples standing to attention. I wait for him to come back down and kiss me, but instead he moves down the bed and kneels down to kiss the inside of my thighs. When my skirt gets in his way, he yanks it down my legs, along with my panties, and suddenly I’m naked. Just like that, I’m naked, and Damon has his head between my legs.
His lips are getting closer to my sex, his warm breath brushing lightly over my folds. The air catches in my lungs, and when he finally touches me between my thighs it all escapes in a low “oh God.” It’s more whimper than scream as I try to keep quiet, clinging onto the bedsheets with excitement and expectation.
Damon’s tongue explores my folds, and soon his fingers are inside me, the noise of my wetness echoing off the walls loudly as he fingers me hard and fast. We’re so loud; everyone’s going to hear. There will be stories of our wild abandon and—
“Oh fuck,” I moan loudly. His lips kiss my clit, and his tongue flicks against it in a steady, mesmerizing rhythm that has me clinging onto the sheets, staring up at the ceiling, and thrusting my dripping wet slit into his face.
Another scream escapes my lips. It’s deafening, I’m sure of it, but there’s no way I can keep it inside. To hell with who can hear. There’s nothing I can do to control myself. You can’t control a wild animal, and that’s how I feel right now.
My sex pulses around Damon’s fingers as they keep fucking me while his lips suck hard at my bud. It’s swollen and firm now; the more he licks it, the harder my pussy clenches around his fingers. I reach down to grab his hair, but once I have a hold of him, I have no idea what I want him to do. I need to feel him fuck me, but I can’t bring myself to pull him away.
The orgasm hits me out of the blue. I arch my back and scream breathlessly as I shake against his mouth. I collapse back onto the bed, but the orgasm’s release doesn’t last. The second Damon’s cock brushes against my leg, I’m overcome by the desire to have him fuck me. I can barely breathe and I’m covered in sticky sweat, but he has to fuck me.
Damon crawls up my body until our lips touch. His face is wet with my essence, the taste sweet and illicit.
“Fuck me right now,” I moan against his lips, my hands frantically grabbing his ass and trying to get him inside me.
“I’ll go get a condom.”
Damon goes to move, but I hold on tight. “You don’t have to. I’m on the pill. If you’re clean—”
“I am. I don’t take risks, not now that I’m a father. Are you sure?”
“Yes. I want to feel you inside me. All of you.”
He leans back down and kisses me one time before he reaches between my legs and guides his throbbing cock inside me. We both moan as he slowly fills me. I’m dripping wet for him, but he’s still a tight squeeze. I can barely move, his member consuming my every thought and reaction.
“You okay?” he asks. “It’s a tight fit.”
I nod. “Fuck me.”
Damon moves slowly out and then back in again. He’s afraid of hurting me, but that’s not how this night is going to go down. I grab his ass cheeks and pull him in hard. That’s all the hint he needs. Hard thrusts follow, with his cock reaching deeper inside me each time until it physically can’t go any further. In addition to my groaning, the noise of his balls crashing against my sex fills the room and probably the entire floor.
My fingers claw at his skin, desperate to get a hold of him. I nibble at his neck and then bite into the firm muscle on his shoulder when a hard thrust almost tips me over the edge again. I’ve never left a physical mark on a lover before. Sex has never come close to this.
Damon lifts my legs up into the air and stares at me with a look of pure lust in his eyes. He’s focused on only one thing—pounding my pussy until he comes inside me. He leans forward, but there’s no soft, tender kiss this time. Instead he kisses my nipples and then bites—gently at first, but soon harder until I whimper in pain. He does the same to the other one. I hold out as long as possible, drawing the pain inside until I can’t take any more. I’ve always hated my tiny breasts and men have never paid them much attention. Damon’s not like other men. Not at all.
He’s close. I can see from the look on his face that he won’t last much longer. I’ve never had a man come inside me before; how will it feel without a condom between us? It’s surely not going to be long.
“Harder,” I whimper. “I can take it harder.”
Damon responds by flinging my legs to the side and flipping me round onto my belly. I stay flat on my front as Damon digs his fingers into my tiny ass, his cock thrusting hard against my upper wall as I bite down on a pillow to muffle the screams.
Damon grabs tighter and I feel a warmth inside my core as his liquid fills me. His cock keeps throbbing away, releasing spurt after spurt into my pussy which I cling onto tightly. He’s still inside me when his cock finally softens. He pulls my hair to one side and kisses me on the neck.
I lay there helplessly as he pulls out and lays next to me. Some of his seed is dripping out, pooling on the bed between my legs, but I know plenty is still inside me. I can feel its heat radiating throughout my body. I’m still full of Damon. It doesn’t take long before he’s ready to give me a second dose.
* * *
I don’t tweet about every detail of my life. I could fill up quite a few 140 character tweets with details of what happened last night. One of those tweets would consist entirely of the letters ‘O,’ ‘M,’ and ‘G.’
I’m awake before Damon. He’s still sleeping heavily. I don’t disturb him; he’s earned his rest. It’s probably fair to say he was a little more active than me. Does that mean the stories about me being lazy in bed are true? No, last night was phenomenal, and he seemed to enjoy himself too. I’m determined not to allow that awful article get in my
head.
Damon’s arms and back are decorated with scratch marks from my nails where I dug in tight during the height of passion. I’ve never left a physical mark on an ex-boyfriend, so we’re already on to a winner here. Is that a bite mark on his chest? It looks new. So much happened in the heat of the moment. I didn’t think about my actions, I acted on instinct. How often do I do that?
I’m still staring at his body when my phone appears in my hand as if by magic. I don’t even remember picking up, and I’m still confused when I unlock the phone and immediately open up my social media accounts.
My God, my phone might as well be part of my body.
Rumors about last night’s date are doing the rounds, but the only photos are the ones from that DMZ photographer who snapped them through a dirty window. I can still deny anything is going on if I want to. There’s no firm proof either way, and it doesn’t look like the media have figured out who Damon is yet. He’s referred to as ‘a tattooed British beefcake’ in one article, and many of my fans are describing him in terms far more graphic than that. I hope to God he doesn’t see these descriptions; he doesn’t need the boost to his ego.
I can put an end to the rumors with one tweet. If I were feeling particularly kinky, I could take a picture of Damon and I in bed and send that out. Other celebrities have done far worse things. No, perhaps not. Even I have to draw the line somewhere, and Damon would absolutely hate it. Plus, there’s Emma to think about. She doesn’t need her friends showing her pictures on the playground of her dad in bed with a new woman.
“You’re obsessed with that bloody thing.” Damon growls the words through a croaky throat as he slowly turns over to look at me. His arm flops over my side as he snuggles up behind me.
“Just checking my messages.”
“Come on then, what does the internet have to say about us today?”
“Not much actually. It’s all rather quiet on that front so far, but I’m sure that will change soon.”
“Oh. I was expecting there to be lots of gossip.”
“You almost sound disappointed.”
“No, just surprised. I’m going to have to deal with it at some point, but I can’t pretend I’m looking forward to it.”
“There are some advantages to dating me,” I suggest.
“I know,” he replies with a grin. “I found out about a few of them last night.”
“I mean, you can get your name out there. People will find out who you are soon enough, and once they do they’ll find out that you’re a songwriter and you play guitar. This whole thing will be good for your career.”
Damon sits up in bed, so I do the same. I go to lay on his shoulder, but he looks serious.
“Where did that come from?” he asks.
“Katrina mentioned it,” I reply. “She’s being her usual overprotective self and she’s worried that you’re just with me for your own career. Obviously I told her that’s bullshit,” I quickly add when I catch sight of Damon’s stare. “Doesn’t mean she’s wrong though. About it being good for your career I mean, not the bit about you using me.”
“Do all managers overstep their bounds like Katrina does?”
“She’s not overstepping her bounds. I like it when she looks out for me. That’s why I hired her in the first place; she’s not just about numbers and making as much money as possible. She’s advised me to turn down contracts that would have earned me—and therefore her—a small fortune. She’s one of the few people I can trust in this business.”
“I have no interest in making a name for myself. Quite the opposite. If I had my way, I’d remain in the shadows. I like writing songs, and I like playing guitar, but I don’t like doing that for the big music studios. Once they get involved, things have a habit of getting nasty.”
“Studios certainly make it more complicated,” I admit. “I can’t complain so far though. My company has made me a lot of money.”
“You’ve also earned them a lot of money. Anyway, to answer your question, no I haven’t thought about using my relationship with you to further my career. I’ve dedicated all my energies to getting you into bed.”
“And you’ve accomplished that now. Maybe you can turn your mind to something else.”
“Good point,” Damon admits. “Now I’m going to focus on keeping you in bed.”
“That’s a shame, because I was just about to get up and get dressed.”
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and push myself up to my feet. I’m barely standing straight when I feel an arm wrap around my waist and pull me back onto the mattress.
“You’re not going anywhere yet.”
I squeal with feigned shock as Damon throws the cover to one side and pulls me on top of him in one smooth motion. His cock is already hard, the tip rubbing gently against my wet slit as my body—still sticky with last night’s sweat—collapses down on top of his.
I reach my hand back between my legs and take hold of his huge throbbing shaft and guide it to my entrance. My heart beats quickly in anticipation of his cock being inside me, but instead Damon grabs my ass and pulls me up towards his face.
“I want to taste you,” he groans, pulling my dripping wet pussy towards his lips. I grab hold of the headboard for support and slowly lower myself down to his face. Men have gone down on me before, but I’ve never straddled someone’s face like this. It feels more intimate, more powerful, like I’m in complete control of my passion.
Damon softly kisses my wet folds, before extending his tongue and exploring them fully. I gasp and groan violently as his wet tongue enters me, shocked at how deep he can get and how quickly it has me on the edge. I rock my hips slowly, covering Damon’s face in my excitement as he begins kissing my engorged clit, smothering every exposed part of my wetness in affection.
His tongue slips back inside me, and I reach down with my right hand and rub my bud furiously, my left hand shaking the headboard so hard I’m convinced it’s about to break. Good thing this is an expensive hotel suite with a sturdy bed. I’ve never needed it before, but I’m making up for lost time.
My clit is pulsing under the touch of my slick fingers, and Damon’s tongue is covering every other sensitive part between my legs. I’m so close, but it feels wrong to finish this way, straddling his face instead of his cock. I try to squirm out of his grip, but Damon’s holding on tight and I can’t move.
“I’m going to come,” I moan in warning.
He either doesn’t hear or doesn’t care, because he keeps burying his tongue inside me and caressing my folds. My fingers don’t stop rubbing my clit—holding back is hopeless. My ecstasy explodes over his face as I finish myself off and lean forward on the headboard to catch my breath. I’m still rubbing my clit, but only softly now, as Damon loosens his grip on my ass and lifts me up off his face and dumps me down on his stomach.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me down to kiss him. I don’t get any of his scent this time—it’s all me. My legs straddle him, and without thinking I slip back against his cock. There’s no need to guide him inside me. I’m so wet that he just slides right in.
I cry out in pleasure, as I sit down on this cock and take it all inside me. I’m still amazed by his size, but this time I think I might be able to get used to it one day, especially when I’m this fucking wet. We make eye contact as I rock back and forth on his shaft, the intensity of his stare almost too much to handle. I close my eyes and reach down for his chest, my nails digging into his skin as I get his cock as deep into me as it will go.
“Damon,” I groan, pushing my hands into his pecs and then sliding down to his abs. I want to cover every inch of his body while my soaking wet pussy grinds away on top of him. His hands reach up and squeeze my breasts firmly. When he pinches my nipples, I let out an animalistic cry and let the primal instinct in me take over.
I rock on top of him until my thighs ache and I can’t take any more. I push myself as close to the edge as I can get until Damon takes over. He pulls me down for anot
her kiss, and then his hands reach around to my ass. My tiny cheeks get lost in his large hands. He squeezes tight and then thrusts up, slamming his penis deep and setting off an explosion inside me. The aftershock ripples throughout my body, making every muscle useless as I lie flat on Damon and let him have his way with me.
He grunts and pants as he keeps thrusting into my wet pussy. I might not be as experienced as Damon, but I can tell when a guy is close and Damon is definitely close. His hands grip my asscheeks tighter, spreading them apart as he thrusts forward again, his balls coming up and slapping against my exposed asshole.
“I want to feel you come in me,” I whisper in his ear. “Fill me up, baby.”
I’m so embarrassed by my words that I can’t look at him, but he seems to love what I’m saying judging by the increasingly hard and fast pounding sending waves of pleasure through my core. Then he groans; it’s a long, deep groan that reverberates through his chest. I can feel him filling me up. His essence shoots into me, some of it spilling out and dripping down the inside of my thighs.
He stays inside me and holds me on top of him long after he’s gone soft. This is even better than last night. Sex at night is something that happens normally—usually after a few drinks in my case—but this is morning sex. This is the sex you only have with someone you’re passionate for and feel comfortable with. Or maybe I’m reading too much into it.
“You still want a shower?” Damon whispers.
“I guess I should. You going to stay in bed?”
“Hell no. I’m getting in there with you.”
Chapter Fourteen
Naomi
Katrina’s fears about me being too tired to perform after spending time with Damon turn out to be completely unfounded. If anything, I have more energy on stage now than I did before. I’m sleeping better, and I’m smiling without even trying. I want to show off this newfound positivity to my fans, so I’m energetic on stage and reluctant to leave at the end of the night.
