by J. L. Mac
“The minute I saw you in that store, I tried to imagine how good you’d taste.” He pops a finger back into his mouth and slowly withdraws it.
“I wasn’t even close. You taste like perfection.”
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet,” he says as he flicks open the button and zipper of my short jean skirt. In one fell swoop, he frees me of my skirt and tattered panties. He hauls my legs up and my knees are nearly touching my chest.
“Hold your legs and whatever you do, don’t let go until I tell you to.” I nod in understanding. What the fuck is he going to do? I should feel slightly shy being perched so openly on the side of his bed, but I have no shame. I am too hot for him to feel anything but turned on. He gives me a devilish half smile as he stands back for a moment and admires the position I am in. I still don’t feel embarrassed. I feel aroused. Very, very, aroused. Before I can draw in my next breath He bends at the waist and his hands grip my hips and his mouth lands on my drenched center. Oh damn. He groans and the low pitch of his voice vibrates through his chest, past his lips, and right against my needy flesh.
I whimper and writhe beneath his mouth. His grip on my hips tightens painfully yet again my core stirs deliciously. It’s so fucking baffling. His lips kiss me then I feel his tongue dart past his lips and into me. He licks and laps at me. Fast, then slow. Deep strokes of his tongue against my inner walls and short, shallow flicks at my opening build me to climax in no time. I feel like I am on the edge of bliss. He plunges two fingers back inside me as his attention hones in on my clit. His mouth covers the tightly grouped bunch of pulsing nerves and I moan loudly. The grip on my legs slips and they drop a fraction. His mouth leaves my clit and his fingers withdraw.
“Oh fuck, please don’t stop,” I plead. I glance at him as I pant and work at catching my breath. He draws the zipper of his jeans down and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and frees his erection. He kicks away his jeans and underwear. Holy shit! His cock is perfect. It’s thick and long and everything I could want. His skin is pink and looks soft. I want to touch his rigid pulsing length. I want to slip it into my mouth and taste him.
“I told you not to let go of your legs didn’t I?” What? Is he seriously going to yell at me for getting lost in the moment?
Before I can say a damn thing he wrenches me up from the bed and whirls me around. He pulls my shirt over my head and hooks his finger into my bra strap. He pulls it back and the elastic then releases it. The strap pops against my skin. I jump mostly out of surprise. He leans into me. His erection presses against my backside.
“I told you not to let go.”
“I know.”
“I told you this would be rough. Are you ready?”
“Fuck yes.”
“You have a filthy mouth.” I glance back just in time to see him finish rolling a condom down the length of his erection. “Get ready, Jo.”
A moment of worry comes over me. What if he hurts me? What if he is some weirdo freak who does strange shit in the bedroom? I’m okay with rough sex, but if things get weird I don’t know if I can fight him off. He leans over and brushes his lips against the rim of my ear again. It sends chills skating over my body and all worry-some thoughts have disappeared.
“You’re safe with me.” I believe him and it is absurd. I have nothing to base that off of. I don’t know why, but damn I feel safe with him. I can’t explain it. All I know if he feels exquisite and I trust him with my body. I nod and his fingers go back to my opening from behind. He smoothes my arousal over me.
“So wet.” He nudges the wide tip of his cock at my opening. I inch my legs even further apart for him. The head of his erection slips like silk over my flesh and he pauses poised at my opening with just the tip in me.
“Tell me what you want,” He demands and I don’t hesitate.
“I want you. I want your cock,” I whine.
“Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“Please, I’m ready for you,” He eases into me a little more, then withdraws to just the tip again. I whimper, desperate for more. Suddenly he slams into me and sheaths his entire thick, pulsing length with my greedy body. His cock knocks the wind out of me and I gasp to regain my breath. I can feel the tip of his erection bump against the depths of me. It’s a feeling that I have never experienced before and the thought of him being the first to fill me so completely is exhilarating. He rears back and hauls right back into me with astounding power. He pulls out and plows through me again. Each deep thrust knocks the wind from me and I struggle to take even short choppy breaths. One of his hands slips around my side and he presses his palm low on my abdomen. His other hand presses against the small of my back. He holds me immobile in this position while he drives into me over and over. With his hand pressing against my stomach I can feel the tip of his cock butting against the end of me even more. It’s a strong sensation of pleasure, and pain.
“You like it, don’t you?” He grunts into my ear. Hell yes I like it. I fucking love it. He is the best lover I have ever had, hands down. Without warning, he freezes in place and the hand on the small of my back disappears only to reappear with a hard smack across my bare, perched up ass. I gasp.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot.”
“Tell me,” he demands. I comply instantly. I would do anything right about now just to get him to move in me again.
“I love it,” I blurt. His warm palm sweeps over my reddened ass and my insides stir with renewed desire. On a groan he buries himself inside me again. I shiver as he starts to move again. His thrusts become harder and even faster than before. My feet are no longer on the ground. My legs are spread wide. My knees bent so that my feet go skyward. He grips his hands hard onto my hipbones and pulls me to him as he thrusts forward. I feel weightless like this. I fist my hands into his bedding as my stomach clenches down deep. Electricity begins coursing from the tips of my fingers and toes to meet in a violent climactic crash in my center. My body grabs at his erection. I gasp and shudder. Every muscle tightens and pleasure consumes me completely. My eyes roll back and he crashes into me once more then groans and grunts as his own release takes him over the edge.
“Damon!” I scream with what little breath and energy is left in me. All else has been exhausted. My body quivers and quakes in his grips. He stays planted within me as he leans forward to rest his chest against my back. I can feel the mist of sweat across his skin and the pounding of his heart. I begin coming down from my blissful orgasm. I am so spent I feel unable to move an inch. Now is usually the point at which I gather my clothes and say “see you never again”, but I can’t seem to speak a word. Maybe he will say it. He stays where he is for a few more moments while we both catch our breath and slow our hearts. He finally pulls out of me and turns me to face him. His erection has not gone anywhere and damn my horny self for wanting more of him.
I open my mouth to speak but he puts his big hand over my mouth before I can form my lame ass, awkward post hook-up speech. He shakes his head side to side.
“No. This isn’t what you’re thinking.” So awkward. He walks into what looks like his bathroom and reappears a moment later. We stand before each other completely naked. This is the worst part about one time hook-ups. There is always the awkward post-sex chat. It sometimes makes me want to quit doing this and just give a relationship a shot. The idea of it scares the shit out of me, but this hooking up thing is getting old. Not to mention the fact that I have never been this lucky before. Damon is the best I have ever had. The idea of sleeping with someone with less sexual prowess than Damon depresses me even further.
“Listen, I get it. It’s no big deal. I’m not the type of woman who equates sex with a relationship. This was a one-time thing,” I move to recover my clothing and his arms scoop me up from my feet and body slams me to his mattress. I bounce high off the plush bedding and he is quick to cover my body with his.
“No, that’s just my point. This is not what you say it is. You say this is a one-time thing.
I say it isn’t.” Whoa. What?
“Um, tap your breaks boss. What are you talking about?”
He chuckles and it’s infectious. I kind of want to laugh a little too.
“That dirty mouth of yours is kind of cute too.” He leans forward and presses his lips to mine and they feel amazing. We drink from each other greedily for a long moment. The kiss ends and we are both panting and hungry to have each other again. Damn.
“If this isn’t what I think it is then tell what you think it is.” He shifts his legs so that one knee comes between mine and nudges them apart. My legs fall apart in compliance. He settles his hips between my thighs. His solid erection pulses against my stomach. He wrenches my arms above my head and easily pins them both with one big hand. The other hand grasps my jaw forcing me to look him in the face.
“When I met you this morning something strange happened and I don’t know what it is yet. Until I find out what it was, this is not over. I want you. You want me. I plan on having you as much as I can.” Just who the hell is he? The dominant thing is hot in bed I will admit, but I am the only one in charge of my life. I never waver on that.
“And what if I say hell no, absolutely not?”
“You won’t. You felt it too. I know you did. I saw it in those green eyes of yours.” He’s right. I want more of him. How the hell could I refuse this kind of sex? No woman on the face of the planet would refuse him. I can agree to this. It’s not like I am agreeing to marry him. I am agreeing to more sex. That’s all. No big deal.
“Okay, fine. Sex. I can stand a little more sex with you.” He smiles wide, baring his pearly whites.
“Fine.” He releases my wrists and runs one hand down my side at a painfully slow, seductive pace. His lips press against my neck and he begins to kiss a hot wet trail down to my chest. He grips my hip in one of his hands while the other goes to my breasts and massages my flesh. He takes a nipple into his mouth and I moan.
“Your bed is nice,” I murmur.
“Is it?” He says with a mouth full of my breast then sucks hard before releasing my hardened nipple.
“Yep. Much nicer than my crappy bed.”
“If you think my bed is nice you should see my bathtub.” In one graceful movement he sweeps me out of the bed and sets me to my feet. I sway slightly and grab onto his muscular arm. He holds me by the shoulders until the spotty vision clear.
“Got up too fast.”
“Sorry. Better now?”
“Better,” I affirm.
Damon drags me to his crazy-big, modern bathroom and I stand and wait while he turns on the taps to fill the mammoth tub. His muscles ripple and flex as he moves and I drink it in. The sight of this gorgeous man in the nude is a real treat. I have to admit that I am a bit excited to prolong this hook-up. He leans over the tub and pours in some girly bath shit. I am sure he assumes I like that crap and use it often. He would be wrong. I don’t use bath stuff because I don’t take baths. I don’t even have a tub. So even if I wanted to I couldn’t. My shitty apartment came with a tiny stall shower and that’s it. I would move out of the place, but the rent is cheap and I have been there for seven years. I can’t really afford moving expenses anyway. I especially won’t be moving now that the store is in trouble. My serious thoughts have distracted me from Damon. He steps behind me and pulls me back into his chest. I glance at our reflection in the mirror and I feel alarm. Sheer alarm courses through me. We look good together. We look like a couple. His amber eyes contrast against my green in a way that has me staring in spite of my panic. His nearly black disheveled hair looks even darker and shinier against my medium brown waves. His skin is darker than mine. Working in a bookstore all day doesn’t allow for much sun bathing. I stand frozen in his arms. I am naked and freaked out, but fascinated at the same time. He grasps my jaw and keeps me looking forward at the mirror.
“See? You felt it too and now you see it,” he whispers in my ear and he is right. When we touched me this morning something familiar flashed in my brain and now, seeing our reflection it feels like déjà vu, but I can’t figure this shit out. This is so not my thing. I’m driving blind here. I’m about to take a bath with a man I only just met less than twenty-four hours ago. We just met this morning, but I can’t seem to shake this feeling that I have seen him before. It’s going to drive me nuts until I figure out how I know him. I say nothing as I stare and he releases me to turn off the water. He sweeps my hand up in his and tugs me toward the tub.
“Get in.” He holds my hand and I step into the huge tub and sink down into the soothing water. I am lost in thought as he joins me. His tall dark, handsome frame sinks down, and the water level rises significantly. He reaches forward and easily hauls me across the tub to where he is leaned back. I am wedged between his muscular thighs and lost in thought.
“Tell me what you’re thinking, Jo.” Fuck it.
“Fine. I’m thinking that this is weird.” He brushes my hair over my shoulder and cups water in his hand then pours it down my back.
“Elaborate?”
“I will admit the whole familiarity thing. But I don’t do…this.” I raise a hand in the air and whirl it in a circle.
“I don’t either,” he admits.
“Then why the hell bother with me? Neither one of us does relationships. Quite frankly I have never dated, like, ever.”
“You’ve never had a boyfriend?”
“Not many guys pining for homeless chicks,” I say sarcastically and shrug.
“Besides, I just don’t want to build a relationship with someone. It always ends one way or another and it’s never pretty. So why bother?”
“I get your logic, but I am not asking you to commit to a relationship with me.” He keeps at his water pouring duties as we sort out what the hell is going on between us.
“You’re not?” I feel dumb now.
“No. I get it. But I can’t not figure out what this is. It will kill me if I don’t.”
“I know, it’s weird.”
“Alright, let’s make a deal.” My hands stroke small circles across the tops of his thighs as he talks.
“Let’s just agree to see each other until we can sort out why the hell it seems like we have already met. You’ll see me every day. We spend as much time together as we can until it comes to one of us. No strings attached. Sex and jogging memories. Deal?” I think I can manage that. It feels a lot better than I thought it would. It sounds fine actually. I like him. He is nice and he is brilliant in bed. He is as handsome as they come and he apparently knows me. Screw it. This can be fun.
“Okay. You demonstrated the sex part already. How do you plan on jogging our memories? My memory is pretty damn spot on so, what if this is just our imagination at work here?” I turn to face him. He accommodates my shifting position and pulls me to him. He scoots to the center of the tub and I wrap my legs around his waist.
“That’s easy, but very juvenile. Twenty questions. Let’s play.” I laugh then wrap my arms around his neck to stroke his hair.
“Fine, I guess.”
“I’ll go first. Where have you worked?”
“That’s easy since the book store has been the only job I have ever had. Now my turn. How old are you?”
“I think I may be a little older than you.” He looks at me a little sheepishly and I melt. He can’t be much older than me. I raise a prompting eyebrow.
“I’m thirty-three. How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-five.” I shrug.
“Have you ever been one of those volunteers at the mission down on tenth?” He looks at me incredulously.
“No. Maybe I’ve met you at one of the clubs?”
“Don’t hang out in clubs. I don’t exactly have any friends to go to clubs or bars with. What do you do for a living?”
“I own and invest. I have multiple clubs here in Vegas. I also own three five star restaurants and invest in various business ventures.”
“Oh I see. You’re a suit.” I say tauntingly only because
he is definitely not a boring suit.
“Big time suit. Family?” Please don’t go there. I take in a deep breath and let it all out.
“I have no siblings and my parents are dead. Hence the whole homeless thing. You?” He nods and looks to the wall behind me. He is quiet for a moment and I wait while I run my fingers in circle eights on the back of his neck.
“I don’t speak to my dad and I never knew my real mother.” Damn. I never could have predicted that one. He seems pretty put together. I mean, anyone can look at me and tell that I am screwed up. I swear way too much and have no desire to correct my ugly habit. I smoke when I drink. I let my dirty dishes stack up before I wash them. I wear my jeans a few times before I wash them. I have spent far longer than a few days in the same clothes before. I find the idea of love and family and all that jazz a waste. The point is I have some screwed up philosophies and habits. But, Damon has no clear tell tale signs of being fucked up. Maybe he isn’t.