by Tanya Kelly
“S–sorry, I was just going to grab some plates,” she stammered, a little off kilter with him so close.
Rather than let her pass, he stepped closer, and braced an arm on each side of the counter, boxing her in.
“Did you enjoy torturing me last night?”
“I–I wasn’t trying to torture you.” Kim replied, her eyes on his lips.
They were so full. So kissable.
“It sure felt like it.” Before Kim could respond, his mouth descended over hers. Her heartbeat accelerated and all her senses went into a frenzy the moment their lips touched. She gripped the counter behind her, parting her lips and allowing his tongue to snake into her mouth. She whimpered as invisible butterflies soared in her stomach.
Damon wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her body flat against his. Her breasts ached pressed against him. She could feel his arousal against her skin.
“I can’t take anymore torture,” he whispered against her neck, dropping kisses along the way. “I need to touch you, taste you, and God, do I need to fuck you.”
“Umm, dinner?” she asked, personally not giving a shit about eating. The only thing she was hungry for was him.
“I’m starting with dessert,” he replied in a hoarse voice before lifting the hem of her shirt and yanking it over her head. His eyes gleamed with appreciation when he saw her bare breasts and wasted no time, closing his mouth over one nipple. Jolts of tingling sensations shot from her breasts straight to her pussy, and her hands grasped at his hair for support.
“Damon,” she gasped. “We should talk first.” Kim knew she should make sure he understood this was about sex and nothing more. She liked to be clear about her expectations so no one got any ideas. Especially with Damon. It wasn’t like they were going to resume their relationship from years ago. Not after their history.
But even as she said the words, her body betrayed her. Instead of pushing him away, she arched her back, jutting her breasts into his open mouth.
Returning to her mouth, he nipped gently at her bottom lip before replying, “Later. I can’t think straight when I’m this hard for you.”
Thinking about his cock only increased the deep pulsing in her clit. She drew his bottom lip into her mouth and sucked while her hands travelled down the length of his back to his ass.
“How hard is that?” she asked playfully, moving one hand to the front of his jeans and laying her palm flat against his erection.
Oh my…she’d forgotten how big he was. She bit the inside corner of her mouth and smiled up at him as she cupped him through his jeans.
Damon closed his eyes and thrust into her hand with a groan. “Painfully hard,” he muttered.
Kim gave him a small shove and squatted down so she was directly in front of it. Damon stared down at her, and she could see the veins in his neck as she undid his pants, yanking them lower on his hips until his cock sprang free. Keeping her eyes on him, she traced her fingertips along the shaft, rubbing the head against her mouth which left a glistening trail of pre-cum across her bottom lip. She could see the movement on the side of his jaw indicating he was gritting his teeth and smiled, finally wrapping her hand around the base.
Her mouth watered in anticipation as she looked down at her prize and stroked her hand up his length. As much as she wanted to suck him from root to tip, she also wanted to savor this. She licked at the slit, still slowly moving her hand up and down his shaft. Then she ran her tongue around the swollen head, looking back up at Damon.
He gripped the counter on each side, leaning forward, watching her intently while trying to get more of his cock into her mouth. She opened her mouth, their eyes locked on one another and Damon accepted the invitation and drove in with a curse. Kim wrapped her lips around him, relishing the feel of soft skin and hard like steel in her mouth. She swirled her tongue around the tip as she sucked.
Damon’s breathing grew ragged as he continued to fuck her mouth. Kim’s breasts were heavy and swollen with arousal, her clit throbbing at every thrust of his cock. She rotated her hips, moaning around his cock when the seam of her jeans rubbed the sensitive flesh.
Damon uttered another curse and took a step back, lifting her from her squatting position. He ran his thumb over her lip. “God, I’ve missed those pretty lips wrapped around my cock,” he said in a ragged tone. “But what I miss even more is the taste of your sweet pussy.”
Damon cupped her sex with just the right amount of pressure on the seam of her jeans, sending bolts of pleasure through her. She drew in a sharp breath and wiggled against his hand, wanting more.
He unzipped her jeans and together they quickly pulled them off. His eyes gleamed appreciatively over her as she stood naked in front him, having forgone panties. Holding only her hand, he paused, drinking in the sight of her. “You are so beautiful, even more than I remember.”
I could say the same about you.
Damon dropped to his knees and lifted her leg, wrapping it around his neck. Holding her breath, she watched him, desperate for his touch. He moved closer, dropping a kiss against her swollen lips. As soon as his tongue touched her, she came undone, panting and moaning.
“Damon,” she cried, holding on to his head, feeling her knees go weak as he licked and sucked at her clit. After years of dreaming of him and the sexual tension between them the last couple of nights, the reality was too much. Kim’s entire body was rigid as she fought against the orgasm rushing to the surface.
Oh sweet Jesus. She could not come after five seconds. She had to make the exquisite torture last.
But as his tongue swirled around the swollen flesh again, she began losing the battle. “I–I can’t hold back,” she panted. “Damon, stop.”
Her legs trembled and she gripped his hair tightly, closing her eyes as her moans filled the room. Damon sucked harder, adding just the right amount of pressure and Kim cried out. Just as she was about to reach the point of no return, he stopped.
Her eyes flew open, still holding his head and trying to steer him back toward her pussy. Fuck, she was just about to come. He gave her a naughty grin, his face millimeters from where she ached.
“You said stop,” he said, feigning innocence, before ever so softly flicking his tongue against her.
Kim let out a breathy sigh. “I said don’t stop,” she replied, arching toward him.
Keeping his eyes on her, he licked again. “I’m sure I heard stop.”
She shook her head vigorously. “No, no, no. Please don’t stop.”
Another lick. “Stop.” Another tortuous slow lick. “Don’t stop.” A swirl of his tongue. “Which one is it, Kim?”
“Don’t stop,” she practically shouted as he licked her again. She couldn’t take any more teasing. She really needed some release.
Before she started to beg and plead, Damon removed her leg from around him and stood. Hauling her into arms, he carried her to the living room. He put her down on the couch and began to remove his clothes. Neither said anything as Kim watched him remove first his shirt, exposing his wide shoulders and muscled body. She stared, mesmerized at his chest and the dark, but nicely manscaped hair sprinkled across. He was sheer perfection. Her fingers itched to travel all the hard ridges and planes of his body.
He bent over briefly and removed his jeans, pulling a condom out of his wallet. His cock sprang forward, fully erect. Kim sat up a bit on the couch and parted her lips, her eyes riveted to his cock. Damon smiled, gripping the base of his cock and took another step closer.
Oh yes, the good part.
“Are you finally going to fuck me?” she asked, trembling with anticipation.
Damon’s eyes darkened before his lips curved in a sinfully, delicious smile.
“No,” he replied. He sat next to her on the couch, put on the condom and pulled her onto his lap. “You’re going to fuck me.”
Her pussy clenched with need at the feel of his hard shaft on the inside of her thigh. Kim quickly positioned herself so that she straddled him, the
head rubbing her moist center.
“Making me do all the work?” she asked, raising her hips so the tip was poised at her entrance.
In response, Damon lips captured hers in a searing kiss while his hands circled her waist. He thrust upward in one smooth motion, impaling her on his cock. Kim cried out, the sound muffled as he kissed her.
Oh crap, her fantasies hadn’t done justice to the real thing.
Damon released her lips but kept his hands on her waist as she adjusted to his size. They stared at one another and Kim moved her body upward. Damon groaned, the pupils of his eyes widening.
“God, you feel so good. So tight,” he said in a strained voice.
Kim smiled and moved slowly, drawing out the intense pleasure. Her entire body was on fire as he filled her. Tingling sensations moved from her pointed nipples to her oversensitive clit. She leaned back, putting her hands behind her on his knees to steady her and began riding him more fervently. Damon’s hand left her waist as he cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her responsive nipples.
Kim moaned, throwing her head back, arching the buds into his waiting hands. It was like jolts of electricity shot straight from her nipples to her pussy.
She moved faster, bucking wildly in his lap, her breasts bouncing in his large hands.
So close.
As if reading her mind, Damon’s hand travelled between her legs, parting her slick folds. Kim gasped when his fingers found her clit. He circled the bundles of nerves as tremors shook her body. The sensation of his cock inside her coupled with the work of his fingers brought Kim closer to the edge.
“Damon,” she cried. “Don’t. Stop. This. Time.”
A light sheen of sweat covered her shaking body as arousal built, her heart beating erratically. Damon cupped her buttocks and buried himself deep inside her. He leaned forward and sucked a puckered nipple into his mouth.
Kim cried out as everything exploded around her. She went rigid in his lap, clenching her pussy tight around him, riding the throes of her orgasm, which felt like it was never-ending.
“Fuck,” she dimly heard Damon swear. She opened her eyes. The muscles in his jaw flexed as he ground his teeth together. She could see him struggling for control…and losing. With a wicked smile, she clenched her pussy around him again and angled her body allowing him to thrust even deeper inside her.
Damon groaned in response and grabbed her ass, digging his fingers into the supple flesh. He jerked his hips forward one more time and groaned as he climaxed. Kim moved up and down slowly on his shaft, drawing out his release.
That was even more intense than I remembered.
She fell forward against Damon’s chest, her body spent. He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. They lay like that for a while, both trying to catch their breath.
Damon threaded his fingers into her hair and lifted her head upward before his lips crushed hers. Heat unfurled in her belly again from the feel of his mouth on hers.
God, he was such an amazing kisser.
Kim sucked and licked at his tongue and she swore she felt his cock grow, still inside her.
A low moan, or almost a growl, escaped Damon’s throat as his cock hardened inside her sweet warmth. It was like twenty years melted away. He hadn’t been able to get enough of her then and it wasn’t any different now.
The jarring sound of the phone broke the spell and Damon deepened the kiss, intent on making her ignore the call. He heard her chuckle against his lips before she pulled away.
“That could be important, you know,” she said, her eyes sparkling.
“More important that this?” he asked, brushing his thumb across her nipple. Damon tore his eyes away from the taut darkened nipple to her face as she sucked in a breath.
“Ummm, might be,” she replied but made no move off his lap. He lifted his other hand and rolled and tweaked both buds. He could see the soft movement of her throat as she swallowed.
The phone finally stopped its insistent ringing when the answering machine picked up.
Hi, I'm not home right now but my answering machine is, so you can talk to it instead. Wait for the beep.
Damon smiled, listening to her bored voice from the machine but continued to lavish attention on her breasts. Kim rotated her hips in his lap and his cock responded in kind.
“Kim. It’s your father. I understand your mother has left you a few messages and you have yet to call her back. She really wants to you to come home for Shannon’s wedding. So if you could set aside your own agenda for once and call your mother.”
He hung up, followed by a noisy beep. Damon’s hands had fallen to his side as the message played and his erection quickly deflated at the sound of her father’s voice.
Anger and resentment quickly replaced the passion and arousal.
In what world did you think you were good enough for my daughter? The words of her father came back to him from so long ago.
What a hypocrite.
Damon shifted Kim from his lap and stood, reaching for his pants, trying to regain his composure. His hostility was so strong he could taste it, like curdled milk in his mouth. But soon he would taste the triumph of victory and that thought helped him push down the bile bitterness in his throat.
He finally turned back to Kim. She hadn’t moved either and stared at the machine with a hurt look in her eyes.
Damon cleared his throat and she blinked, quickly masking the pained expression he’d seen. She stood as well and began to get dressed.
“Talk about a mood killer,” she said with a hollow laugh.
“Are you okay?” Damon asked, reaching for his shirt, surprised by Kim’s reaction to her father’s call. He guessed their relationship was still somewhat strained. The investigation he’d done hadn’t given much information on this.
One thing was for sure, the mood was successfully ruined. But it had served to remind him of his plan. Something he kept forgetting when he got so close to Kim.
“Why wouldn’t I be?” she replied with a shrug of her shoulders.
“You father sounded a bit irritated in his message.”
“Oh you know my dad. Doesn’t like to be put out.” She waved a hand and forced a smile.
Oh yes, he knew her family hated when things didn’t go exactly as they wanted.
She moved to the kitchen once dressed, and Damon couldn’t see her face anymore. He finished dressing and followed her.
“This is still pretty warm, but I can also heat it up. All that work made me hungry.” Kim had her head down and was rummaging around in the bags, pulling out food. Her voice held a false note of cheeriness, like she was trying to bury whatever she was feeling. He could sense her walls going up.
He needed to break those walls down.
He stood behind her and put his hands on her shoulders. She flinched at his touch. Damon turned her around so that she faced him and pulled her into arms. He held her firmly against his chest and made circular rubbing motions on her back until some of the tension start to melt from her body.
“Remember, this is me you’re talking to,” he whispered in her ear. “I know the relationship between you and your parents was pretty strained years ago.”
Which was putting it mildly. Kim had always been headstrong and stubborn. She’d had her own ideas on how she wanted to live her life that didn’t fit with what her parents wanted. He remembered picking her up more than once and she’d been livid, having just fought with her parents. They wanted her to finish business school, marry Robert, the man her father was grooming as his successor, and have children.
Not date the bad boy who rode a motorcycle and didn’t even finish high school. But Kim had fought them for what she wanted. At least for a little while. But they’d won in the end. He was just a phase she’d needed to work out of her system. A little defiance to piss her parents off.
Kim pulled out of his arms but kept her hands on his forearms. “I forgot you had the pleasure of meeting them once or twice.”
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p; “Not sure pleasure is the right word,” he replied, and Kim smiled. Damon thought they were cold people who’d made it clear that he was an unwelcome distraction in their daughter’s life. He later learned at what lengths they would go to make sure he didn’t become a permanent fixture.
“I know, but I guess you got even.”
He looked down at her small hands on his arms as she brushed her thumb across his skin.
Damon stiffened as she continued. “I mean stealing my mom’s jewelry was a nice touch.”
Chapter Five
“I bet you would have loved to see their faces when they discovered them missing after the way they treated you.”
Damon said nothing. He knew he’d have to deal with this eventually but he stayed silent, waiting to hear her thoughts.
“Sometimes I don’t blame you. I mean, my parents are wealthy and snobby as hell about it. They looked down on you years ago and always said you weren’t good enough for me. They never bothered to get to know you so obviously they meant you weren’t rich enough.”
She tilted her head and studied him. “But you get the last laugh now considering you’re probably worth twice, if not more, than my father. I’m guessing the price that jewelry fetched helped gave you a good start?”
Damon grinded his teeth so hard his jaw was began to ache. He took a deep breath before finally answering. “That jewelry had nothing to do with my success.”
Fucking missing jewelry. She saw him as a thief and a liar. His past would always haunt him.
Kim watched him closely, her eyes seeming to see through him before she shrugged. “It’s water under the bridge now. Insurance company replaced everything. Lesson learnt.”
He knew for a fact the insurance company hadn’t even been involved. Fucking liars. Was she playing dumb or did she really have no idea?
“What lesson is that?” he asked.
“That sometimes as much as you hate it, your parents are right and do have your best interest at heart. After all, they did warn me about you.”