by L. A. Casey
His eyes darkened. “Because of what I said earlier?”
“Yes.”
He pocketed his keys and advanced towards me.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, gripping my waist and pulling my body against his. “You want us to be together?”
“In every way imaginable.”
Damien leaned his head down and brushed his lips against mine.
“We’ve only been dating a few weeks,” he whispered. “We can still go slow if you wan—”
“I thought you said the game I started was over.”
“Oh, baby, it is. I’m just given you an out if you really want one.”
“I don’t,” I answered. “When we got together, you said we weren’t a regular couple just startin’ out, and you were right. I don’t care if it’s too fast for other people, it feels perfectly timed to me. I’ve never been happier than I have been these past few weeks. You’ve been me rock with me ma, the voice of reason to help me mend things with me da, you helped me get me arse in gear to hire Morgan so me business could be handled, and you’ve taken care of me and kept me safe every single night since we became partners. I want you more than me next breath, Damien.”
“Alannah,” he murmured. “Baby.”
“You’ve also gone out of your way to buy and name a star after me,” I said with a teasing grin. “You’d be gettin’ some for that alone.”
Damien’s lips twitched. “In that case, my genius plan worked.”
I laughed. “Oh, it most definitely did … snowflake.”
His eyes dropped to my chest, and he swallowed.
“I can see your nipples.”
“Well, would you look at that, you can.”
Damien lifted a hand from my waist and brushed his thumb over one of the harden peaks, and I shuddered.
“You’re so beautiful.”
I flushed with pleasure.
“I was goin’ for sexy.”
Damien pinched my nipple, drawing a gasp from me.
“You’re sexy, too,” he said. “So fucking sexy.”
He turned my body around without a word and roughly slapped my behind, which nudged me into a walk. With one hand on my hip, Damien applied pressure and kept me walking until I entered the bedroom. He walked me forward until my knees knocked against the base of my bed. I began climbing up onto the bed, but it wasn’t quick enough for Damien. His large hands gripped my hips firmly, and he flipped me onto my back and stepped between my thighs after he pushed them apart. He leaned over me, and his eyes raked over my body like I was his next meal.
I glanced down at myself and gasped when I remember I hadn’t cleaned up yet.
“I’ll get paint on you.”
Damien gripped my hips and pulled me against his body. Hard.
“I don’t care,” he rasped. “Get it all over me.”
“Give me the chance and I will.”
Damien swallowed. “You want me?”
“Need you,” I pleaded. “I need you to kiss me, to touch, to fuck me … to love me so hard I don’t know where I start and you end.”
Damien closed his eyes, and when he opened them, raw hunger dwelled within. They were a lustrous colour of a polished shard of metal, they were beautiful. He was beautiful.
“We’re doing this my way,” he said, his voice rough. “Later, you can have me whatever way you want, but right now, I’m having you the way I want.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes, please.”
He covered his mouth with mine and kissed me roughly. When our kiss broke, he took a moment to suck my lower lip into his mouth. I groaned and sought his mouth again when he released my lip with a pop. He denied me his lips, and instead trailed kisses down my neck and onto my chest. I groaned when he latched onto my left nipple through the lace of my crop top and swirled his hot, wet tongue around. The friction of the fabric as well as Damien’s tongue made my back arch as licks of pleasure danced up and down my spine.
“Oh, God.”
Damien moved from my left nipple to my right and showered it with just as much love and attention. By the time he had finished, I was a panting, sweating mess of need.
“Damien,” I pleaded. “Please, fuck me.”
“Quiet,” he ordered as he kissed his way down my stomach. “I’m doing this my way.”
“Your way will bleedin’ kill me.”
“Then I’ll make sure you go out screaming.”
Christ.
Damien’s large hands went to my knees, and he gripped them firmly as he pushed them as far apart as they would go without it hurting me. I swallowed when he ducked his head, and his lips pressed against the inside of my thighs, slowly working their way upwards. I couldn’t focus on any one of his movements. His lips felt incredible, but so did his palms as he slid them up and down my thighs, squeezing my flesh here and there. I moaned softly when his teeth nipped my flesh making me clench with excitement.
My body bucked of its own accord when I suddenly felt his finger push aside my shorts.
“No panties?”
“I didn’t think I’d need them.”
“You were right.”
I sucked in a sharp breath when Damien’s warm, wet tongue slid over my sensitive folds. I squeezed my eyes shut and focused on Damien—or more importantly, his mouth. He hummed against me as he licked up and down but didn’t directly touch my throbbing clit that ached so much I clenched my hands into fists.
I tried to focus on my breathing, just to take my mind off the devious torture, but my eyes crossed when the talented tongue curved around the hood of my clit, teasing me, drawing long moans past my lips. Damien moved his attention and skilled tongue to my labia, where he sucked on my lips before dipping his tongue inside me.
“Damien!”
He sucked on my pussy lips, and even scraped his teeth over them, sending a shiver up my spine. He moved his tongue upwards, and finally, I felt hot air on my clit, followed by his warm tongue lapping at it like a man starved.
“Fuck!”
Damien hooked his arms around my thighs and flattened his hands at the base of my stomach, applying pressure to keep my arse on the mattress. He inhaled a deep breath, then curled his tongue around my clit slowly. It felt so good that it almost hurt, but that didn’t deter me from begging him not to stop. I pulsed with need, and the urge to reach down and fist my hands into Damien’s thick hair became difficult to ignore. My fingers flexed against my bed sheets.
When he sucked on my clit, I felt myself go cross-eyed, and it was all I could do not to buck my hips in his face. He continued to suck on my clit and curl his tongue around it. He kept his attention there and gifted me pure bliss. I rolled my hips, and Damien smiled against my pussy, then sucked my clit in response.
“Yes,” I hissed. “Jesus, suck it harder.”
He did, and I groaned with pleasure as I reached down and tangled my fingers in his hair. I inhaled three deep breaths, then my body fell apart. My breathing suddenly became irregular, and I couldn’t focus on anything except how good I felt. I began to lose myself to Damien’s touch, and I didn’t resist; I threw myself over the edge.
My thighs began to tremble, so much so that Damien used his hands to grip the insides of my thighs to keep them from knocking against his head as he tongued me into oblivion. With his hands’ new position, he pushed my legs further apart, and it pushed my pussy harder against Damien’s mouth.
At that moment, my body began to convulse as I came hard.
When I became aware of my surroundings, I could hear how laboured my breathing was, and I was also aware that Damien was now hovering over me. I blinked my eyes a few times, then I stared up at him with a lazy smile. He chuckled before he leaned down and kissed me. Tasting myself on his tongue was one of the most erotic things I had ever experienced. I hummed into his mouth and wrapped my arms around his neck, tugging his against me.
“I know you want to fuck me your way,” I murmured against his lips, “but can I ride you? I’ve
never done that before.”
Damien’s eyes fluttered closed for only a second before he climbed onto the bed next to me, ridding himself of his clothes as he moved. When he was naked as the day he was born and lying on his back next to me, I wasted no time in cocking my leg over him and straddling him. I reached up and rid myself of my crop top, and Damien hissed a breath before reaching up and palming my breasts.
“You’re stunning, baby.”
I felt stunning. I saw the lust and adoration in Damien’s eyes when he looked at me, and the boost it gave to my confidence was immense.
“You are too,” I said, placing my palms on his chest. “You’re perfect.”
“I’m not perfect, freckles.”
“You are to me.”
I rolled my hips, and the head of Damien’s cock parted my pussy lips and slid back and forth over my clit as I moved. Damien’s hands dropped to my waist, and he curled his lip up in a snarl. He looked pissed, but his eyes were locked on my movements, and I knew it felt just as good for him as it did for me.
“Alannah,” he groaned. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I’m going to fuck you into this fucking mattress.”
Wordlessly, I rolled my hips forward enough to push Damien’s head back to my entrance, and when I leaned back, I watched Damien’s eyes the second he felt his cock slide into my pussy. His eyes rolled back, he bit down on his lower lip, and his fingers dug painfully into my flesh, but I felt too good to comment on it. I sank down onto Damien’s cock, and the man beneath me trembled.
“No co-condom,” he choked out. “Oh, God. You feel … Heaven.”
I was a condom girl. I had a large box of them in my nightstand, but I never wanted to use one with Damien. I wanted all of him, in every capacity that I could have him. I rose, and just as I reached the head of Damien’s cock, I sunk back down, and fell into a slow rhythm of fucking him.
“A…A…lannah,” Damien panted, his face contorted with pleasure. “I’m not we-wearing a co-co-ndom—fuck!”
I groaned as I clenched my muscles around him once more. Fuck, it felt good.
“I’m on birth control,” I answered as I sunk down on him again. “I only ever want you raw.”
The second the words passed my lips, Damien flipped us, and with a screech, my back bounced against the mattress as his body parted from mine. My legs were pushed so far apart, it hurt, but the second Damien relined his cock against my entrance and thrust forward, everything changed. Any pain melted away and was replaced by pleasure. Hard, rough, mind-numbing pleasure.
“Do you like that?” Damien hissed as he fucked me. “I’ve wanted to fuck you like this every time I’ve looked at you since I came home last year. I wanted to strip you bare, clamp my hand over your mouth, and fuck you so hard you’d scream.”
My muscles clenched around him, and he growled.
“Your pussy,” he groaned. “It’s my favourite place to be.”
I dug my nails into his back, and he responded by thrusting into me harder.
“Da-Damien.” I choked. “Oh, God. Yes.”
He lowered his head, brushed his lips against mine, but pulled out of reach when I tried to kiss him. He repeated this a few times, and the teasing made my pussy clench. Damien hissed and bucked into me harder.
“Every time I wrapped my hand around my cock when I was away, I closed my eyes and imagined it was your hand, your mouth, your pussy, your asshole. You’re my fantasy come to life, and fucking you is so much better than I remebered.”
Christ in Heaven, I couldn’t take any more of his words. He was killing me.
“Fu…uck me,” I groaned. “Fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme.”
I cried out when Damien tilted his pelvis, and each thrust sent a pulse wave of bliss up my spine.
“Look at me,” Damien growled. When I managed to focus my blurring vision on his face, he said, “Tell me how good you feel.”
“I can’t think,” I panted. “I feel … you feel … fuck, so good.”
My eyes rolled back with the next thrust, and a chuckle rumbled from Damien’s chest.
“Like that, do you?”
“Yes,” I rasped. “Please, don’t st-stop.”
He kept his rhythm of fan-fucking-tastic thrusting to a fast pace, and it blew my mind that he didn’t seem to be tiring.
“I’m never going to stop,” he grunted, bringing his lips to my cheek, before he swiped his tongue over my skin. “Every time I want to fuck you, I’m going to fuck you. I’m going to make you crave my cock. I’m going to make you beg me to fill you.”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, Damien.”
“When you piss me off, I’m going to fuck you. When you get an attitude, I’m going to fuck you. When you smile at me, I’m going to fuck you.”
An orgasm unexpectedly slammed into me, and I screamed for only a moment before ecstasy latched itself around me. I twitched and bucked against Damien as my insides burned like molten lava. This orgasm wasn’t like anything I had ever experienced before; there were no pulses in my clit and no waves of bliss. Instead, I experienced a whole-body sensation of pleasure that continued to swirl around me the longer Damien continued to fuck me.
“Harder!” I screamed.
Damien fucked me harder, and it prolonged the orgasm, and when my back arched, and I felt a rush of heat slam into my pussy, I knew it had come to an end. I fell backwards into the bed, and only noticed then that Damien wasn’t moving anymore. He was slumped over me, barely holding his bodyweight on his elbows. I felt a slight jerk of his hips, but it was obvious that he came at the same time as me.
“You … came.”
I couldn’t move.
“Yeah.” I swallowed. “Hard.”
“No.” He groaned as he moved his hips and slipped out of me. “I’m mean literally.”
I couldn’t focus on what he was saying, so I didn’t even try. I closed my eyes and relaxed.
“Alannah.”
I didn’t answer him.
“Baby?”
I groaned in response.
“You came,” he repeated.
“I know I did,” I answered groggily. “I screamed for a reason.”
“Freckles.” He chuckled. “I mean that you squirted.”
I almost collided with Damien as I shot upright.
“I did not!” I stammered. “I don’t squirt. I’ve never done so!”
Damien lifted his hand to the back of my head and pressed on it, until my gaze was lowered, and my eyes were locked on the wet patch on the bedsheets between my parted thighs.
“Oh, my God.”
I now knew what that rush of heat was, and I wasn’t sure if I should be proud or embarrassed. Damien didn’t give me a moment to think, he nudged my head with his, and when I looked at him, he covered his mouth with mine and pushed me back until I was laying down, and then he covered my body with his. I wrapped myself around him and hummed with delight.
“It’s so sexy that you came like that,” he said against my lips as he used one hand to push my now wet shorts down my legs. “So. Fucking. Sexy.”
“I’ve never come like that before,” I said, sliding my tongue over his lower lip.
Damien pressed his forehead against mine. “I’m glad it was with me.”
“I’m glad everythin’ is with you.”
I looked down at my naked body. “You’ve taken everythin’ off me.”
“The only thing I’m not taking off you is my eyes.”
I shuddered.
Damien looked deep into my eyes and said, “You mean the world to me.”
I slid my hands up his back to his neck and smiled. “You are the world to me.”
When his lips kissed me next, I lost all rational thought and my very world became Damien.
“Alannah?”
I looked up when Morgan called my name.
“Yeah?”
He smiled at me and shook his head. “I’ve called you four times.”
I blushed, embarrassed.
That translated into I couldn’t stop thinking about Damien, but Morgan didn’t need to know that.
I hadn’t seen my boyfriend since yesterday, the morning after we had sex, and I couldn’t stop thinking about him. He phoned me during his lunch hour and said he was helping Kane out with a few things after work, and that I shouldn’t wait up for him. I did wait up for him, but he never came by my apartment. It was the first night since we became a couple that we hadn’t slept in the same bed together, and I found that I could no longer sleep without Damien being by my side or hearing his soft snores surrounding me.
I tossed and turned all night, and at four a.m., I gave up on trying to sleep. I changed into an oversized t-shirt and a pair of leggings, then went into my office and began to paint. I was an artist who expressed myself in many ways, but for some reason, I only gravitated towards painting when I was sad or stressed out about something. My portrait, of course, was a perfectly sketched image of Damien that I brought to life with colour.
I glanced at the painting that was still drying on my easel in the corner of the room. I sighed as I picked up my phone and checked for the millionth time to see if Damien had messaged me. He hadn’t, and that irritated me because I had messaged him, twice, asking if he was okay, and he never replied. I was worried, but if it turned out he was perfectly okay, then I was going to be pissed at him for ignoring me.
I clicked on my Facebook page, and the first post on my timeline was from Bronagh, who tagged Aideen, and checked them in at the hospital. I stared at my phone and made a noise of displeasure.
“Is everythin’ okay?”
“Yeah,” I said, scrolling through Bronagh’s pictures. “Me friend just had another pregnancy appointment today. She told me I could go to ’er next scan, but she went with our friend instead.”
“Is your friend a mother?”
“Uh-uh.”
“That’s probably why.”
I looked up at Morgan and raised my brows.
“What?”
“You’re the only one of your friends who either doesn’t have a kid or isn’t expectin’ one.” Morgan shrugged. “She probably felt like the other friend could relate to ’er more.”
