Her fingers curled into the counter behind her. She was so tempted. So tempted. “I don’t think that’s possible. People try it all the time and it never works.”
“But we have never tried it.” His mouth tilted up at the corners. Rakish. Irresistible.
When she said nothing, he crossed the small kitchen. Stood within a foot of her. “Remember how good it was between us last night? Remember when you called out my name and your pussy milked my cock dry until I nearly lost my mind?” Damien trailed a finger down her arm, much the way he had touched the damp Perrier bottle. “Tell me you don’t want that again.” Her flesh quivered from his touch as he stroked her arm from elbow to wrist. “If we can have this with no consequence, why not accept this? Why not take this pleasure as our right?”
The echo of his deep voice moved through her like a hot breeze. She imagined making love with him again, a strong hand around her wrists, his fingers digging into her hips as his cock moved inside her. Arousal licked between her thighs once more, leaving her wet. Aching.
Fuck. I’m going to regret this so much. “Yes,” she said. “Yes.”
Although he didn’t move, everything about Damien’s posture spoke of relief, of triumph. But he didn’t immediately grab at her acquiescence.
“Yes, we can keep bringing each other pleasure until we both lose interest, or yes get out of your apartment and leave you in peace?” His eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and arousal.
She cleared her throat, tilted her head up to look him fully in the eyes. “Let’s try this and see where it goes. The first sign that it’s not working for either of us, we stop. Okay?”
He nodded. “Okay.”
She took a quick breath. Amazed that she’d just agreed to have a fuck-buddy relationship with Damien Taylor. Sasha shook her head. Her life was getting truly surreal.
She bit her lip. “You should go,” she said. “I…um…I’m going to go take a shower now.” And try to wrap her head around this new situation she’d just found herself in.
She turned away from Damien to walk toward the door and show him out. But in moments, he was behind her, his hands grabbing her hips and pulling her back against his body.
“A shower sounds perfect,” he murmured, his hot breath stroking her ear. “I’ll join you and we can seal our new relationship.”
Sasha was weak for him. There was no doubt about that. She melted at the feel of him at her back. His long, strong body. The erection already nudging her, inviting her own readiness. She drew in a deep and shuddering breath, remembering immediately the force of him last night. How good it had felt to have him inside her, over her. She licked her lips, pushed back into him. He hissed in passionate welcome. Turned her to face him, kissing her roughly.
She responded to his strength kissing him back, parting her lips for his plunder, her panties already wet with her desire. Joined at the lips, they stumbled to her small bathroom, tearing off clothes, barely releasing each other to twist on the water, kissing frantically as the scalding water hissed from the spigot, splashing on the tiles. Steam quickly filled the small space. Heat bubbled inside Sasha as she gasped under Damien’s mouth, his seeking hands touched her breasts, her ass, sliding between her legs to stroke her wetness.
He pulled her into shower. Hot water instantly pounded into Sasha’s skin, the hard spray making her tremble, heightening the sexual arousal bursting through her body for him. The water pounded over her breasts, inciting her nipples, rippling down her belly to drip between her legs, into her already wet pussy hairs. Damien gripped her hair in a fist, pulling her hard against his mouth as they kissed. He touched her between her legs, swirling moisture on his fingers, petting her swollen lips but not touching her clit. Sasha moaned in distress. She wanted him so badly. So badly.
Abruptly, he turned her to face the wall, his hand still fisting her hair. His breath scorched the back of her neck.
“Open your legs.”
She immediately complied and he slid his fingers between her ass checks, fingers that were already damp from her sex. He touched the puckered bud of her asshole. Sasha gasped. She’d never done that before. She struggled in his hold, unable to help the surge of panic at this thing that she’d never tried, never wanted to do. He tugged her hair even harder, sending shooting pain into her scalp.
“Don’t fight me!”
His fingers gently stroked her, their gentleness at odds with the sharp tugging of her hair, the roughness of his voice at her ear. His fingers were gentle, slippery from her pussy juices. A finger slid into her ass and she stiffened. He bit her neck.
“Relax or this will hurt.” Then he licked her neck, soothing the bite. His breath caressed her throat, bringing back the memory of the ecstasy of last night.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Relax....”
His finger inched into her, deeper and deeper until she felt full. And pleasure, a shy and sweet feeling, began to emerge from the pit of her.
“That’s right, move for me.”
She’d unconsciously been moving her hips, shoving back into his finger to get more of this new miraculous pleasure he offered. Sasha moaned from the feeling. Water splashing down around them, the warm tile against her cheek as he fucked her ass with his finger.
“Fuck. You feel so good. So tight.” He groaned against the back of her neck as his finger moved inside her. “I want more from you,” he gasped. “I want everything!”
He abruptly took his finger from inside her, turned her around to face him. Shoved her back hard against the tile and abruptly shoved his cock into her pussy.
“Damien!”
She gasped as he slammed into her, his thrusts knocking the breath from her lungs. The hot water splashed over them, into her mouth and eyes as he fucked the pleasure into her, her pussy full and hot and tingling as he took her hard. His fingers touched her ass again, two this time. He slid them into the tight bud. Pierced her. Taking her from the front and his back, his cock slamming into her pussy with teeth jarring force while his fingers fucked her ass.
She’d never felt so full in her life, her body a slave to pleasure as he rocked her between those two sensations. Sasha clawed at his back, gasping as the water splashed into her face, the steam stealing into her lungs. The savage feeling tore her apart. Until she was screaming his name, gasping from the steam in her lungs, his hard cock in her pussy, his masterful fingers at her rear.
A tidal wave of sensation rolled through her, lashing her body in the steam and in the water, making her incoherent with want. The orgasm smashed her into the wall. She screamed his name again and again as she came, her hair sticking to her face, her nails digging into his skin until she drew blood. Trails of pink drifted toward the drain.
Still, hard, Damien pulled his cock from her body. His face was fierce with desire. Hair plastered to his head, water and steam highlighting the muscular beauty of his chest, the rippling stomach. His cock stood up from the thatch of dark blond hair.
“On your knees!”
Still trembling from her orgasm, Sasha immediately dropped in front of him, already reaching for his muscular thighs to hold on to as her mouth opened for him. Water splashed up around her. Showered around her shoulders and into her face and her open mouth. He fed her his wide cock, shoving it into her mouth. She tasted herself on him, the flavor of her satisfaction. Sasha sucked his thick length between her lips, pulling him deep to the back of her throat until her cheeks hollowed. He grabbed the back of her head, his hands tight in her hair, shoving her mouth down even more on his cock.
He fucked her mouth, forcing her to take all of him until she gagged. But she opened the back of her throat, fighting the gag reflex, her fingers sinking into the solid flesh of his thighs as she sucked his cock.
“That’s right,” he gasped. “Take it all. Suck me. Make me come.”
His words rattled a fierce desire in her. She wanted to please him. She wanted to make him come. Even as the want flared anew between her thighs, pussy t
ingling again for him. Sasha wanted to touch herself, wanted to shove her fingers into her pussy and join him when he exploded but she sensed he would punish her for such impertinence.
The thought of him punishing her made her even more wet and she moaned around the thick invasion of his cock in her mouth. She sucked him deep and hard, the soft flesh of his cock under her tongue the only thing she ever wanted to taste. Frantic with want, she sucked him harder, tongued him, opening for him as he thrust again and again into her throat. His thighs trembled under her hands; his breathing was loud in the small shower. He huffed and grunted with each thrust into her mouth. Sasha squeezed her thighs together, fighting harder the need to touch herself as he slammed his cock into her.
“That’s right, Sasha. Take my cock!”
Then he was coming. He shuddered, groaned long and loud as his cum jet against the back of her throat. He bucked against her, his body out of control as he spilled himself into her mouth. She swallowed his seed, greedily gulped it down as she was overcome with pleasure.
“Sasha....” He groaned her name, his eyes tightly closed.
Slowly, his fingers loosened in her hair and fell away. He trembled again, a man possessed. After a long moment, with the water splashing down around them, he reached out a hand to her. She took it and he drew her to her feet. Kissed her deeply, sucking her tongue and licking the inside of her mouth as if relishing the taste of his own cum from her lips.
“You’re amazing,” he said. “Amazing.” He released her, picked up her loofah and body shampoo. “Turn around.”
Tenderly, he cleaned her body, scrubbing her skin, washing her hair until she nearly purred from his unexpected attention. He rinsed her thoroughly, kissed her mouth then nudged her out of the shower while he tended to himself. Standing on the bath mat just outside the shower while he washed himself, Sasha toweled herself dry in a daze. Her sex was sore from his thickness, her ass tender. Her entire body warm and steaming from the hot water. She felt boneless with satisfaction. Just as she put on her robe, Damien parted the shower curtain and stepped out.
The sight of him took her breath away. Again. As long as she lived, she’d never get used to his effortless masculine beauty. The vivid blue of his eyes, his muscular body that made hers feel pleasure like she’d never experienced before.
“Pass me that towel, please.” The corners of his eyes crinkled in amusement, as if he’d known what she was thinking while staring at him like a besotted idiot.
She blushed, gave him the towel that was still damp from her own body. Unabashedly, he dried himself. His chest, belly, his sex. When he looked up and caught her staring at him again, she blushed.
“If I didn’t have to go, I’d already be fucking that look off your face,” he said.
Her fingers curled into her palms. And I’d let you, she thought.
He folded the towel and hung it back on the towel rack, reached for her, kissed her mouth. Sweetly. Softly. For a moment, she looked into his eyes, amazed at the tenderness of his touch after the delicious savagery of what they had done in the bathroom together. He released her and she stepped away, leaving him alone in the bathroom.
In the kitchen, she grabbed her abandoned bottle of Perrier and drank it all in a few gulps. She was just putting the empty bottle in the recycling bin when Damien emerged from the bathroom. He was completely dressed, composed. If it wasn’t for his wet hair and the slight flush to his cheeks it would have been impossible for anyone to tell he’d been doing anything more strenuous that lifting a martini glass. He came to her. Lightly touched her face.
“I want to see you again soon.”
“I think that can be arranged,” she said.
“Good.”
At the door, he kissed her hard, bruising her already tender mouth, before opening the door and stepping outside the apartment. Sasha closed the door behind him, deliberately not watching him walk away although she very much wanted to.
She leaned back against the door, smiling. In the afterglow of their incredible sex, Sasha felt she’d made the best possible decision being Damien’s secret fuck-buddy. He was an incredible lover and she hadn’t felt this sexually compatible with a man in what felt like forever. She sighed again as she re-lived all the ways he’d touched and commanded her until the breath was tearing through her lungs.
Then the familiar chime of her phone jolted her from her reverie. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out where the phone was, and then remembered it had been in her purse that Damien brought with him. She picked up her purse, opened it.
Her phone had one missed text message. She frowned at the unfamiliar number. As she read the message, her body turned cold.
I want $5000 by the last day of every month. That should be enough to help out your brother. You miss the deadline, and I fuck up your entire world.
Chapter Nine
Sasha galloped steadily on top of Red Penny around the track. The sun pressed down into her shoulders through the thin t-shirt and padded vest. She gripped the whip in her hand, feet firmly in the stirrups and butt in the air as they took a curve on the track, dirt flying up under the three year old filly’s feet.
“Good!” Linc called out to her from the sidelines.
Panting slightly, Sasha patted the filly’s neck and slowed the horse to a jog, then a canter. Linc walked out onto the track to meet them, making some notes on his clipboard. “She’s doing real well,” he said. “Not quite ready to race yet but getting better. She’s still got that little trouble with her left front but not as much as before.” Now, he patted Sasha’s leg. “Good job.”
They’d been at it all morning and most of the afternoon with three of the horses Linc hoped to have ready to race by next summer. It was nearly three in the afternoon, just about the hottest time of the day and about quitting time. Sasha had her sunscreen on and she’d been steadily drinking water. Her muscles were smooth and liquid. She was ready to go all day, if that was what Linc needed.
They were training a beautiful set of young fillies, getting them ready to race and be as good as High Impact. If not better. This was work that Sasha loved. Training with the fillies and colts when she wasn’t on the track and racing was one of her favorite things about the job. Taking a young and stubborn horse and training it under her whip and between the strong press of her thighs to be a disciplined racehorse. A winner. The feeling was beyond compare. Sweat dripped down her face. Her hair felt plastered to her head under the hat.
“Time to give everybody a break,” Linc said. He grabbed Red Penny’s bridle, scratched the horse between her ears. “Good girl!”
Sasha had to laugh. The trainer treated everyone, with the exception of Damien, just about the same. Offering praise and treats, always showing kindness no matter what. He was a good man. She dismounted, wiping an arm across her damp forehead. “Quitting time already?”
Linc chuckled. “We’ve been out here since seven o’ clock. I need some food and some rest. Not everyone is a machine like you.”
It wasn’t so much that Sasha was a machine as she needed the work to keep her mind from dwelling on the disaster her life had become in the two months since James had dug his way out of the dung heap and back into her life. When she was away from the stables, she felt stressed to the breaking point, aware that her brother’s financial demands were leading her steadily into the poorhouse. She’d disconnected her cable, only ate food she brought from home, could barely afford groceries after all her bills were paid. Her life was a wreck.
“No machine here, Linc. I just love my job.” She smiled at the trainer although she knew the expression was a bit stiff at the corners. All her smiles had been that way lately.
“Just one of the reasons we love you around here,” he said, patting her on the back.
Sasha smiled again, took off her hat and wiped her face with a rag she took from her back pocket. She ran a hand through her sweat-dampened hair and blew out a breath. Only now that she was off the horse and on her feet could she fee
l how tired her body was. But it was nothing she couldn’t push through.
“You worked hard today,” Linc said. “You should come out to eat with me and a couple of the other guys. We’re going to that Brazilian steak place you like.”
Inside, Sasha winced. It sounded like the perfect meal just now, steak and potatoes and vegetables, the company of other riders from the stables. But, she couldn’t afford it. James had bled her dry.
“I’d love to, Linc. But I actually just remembered something I have to do.” Her stomach fell at the look on his face, disappointment from the obvious lie.
“Okay, Sasha. Maybe another time.” After a long look at her, he took Red Penny’s reigns and started to lead the horse away. “Sasha.”
She looked at him at the sound of her name. “Yes?”
“You’d tell me if something was wrong, wouldn’t you? You’ve been a little down for the last couple of months and it’s not like you.” His voice was gruff with concern.
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