Judged By You (Judge Me Series)

by Patricia Voois

  We pulled into an underground car park. The building from the road was massive. It was one of the tallest apartment buildings around. The whole building was just glass and solid steel frame. Beautiful. I remember watching the construction workers with Nicole when it was being built less than 5 years ago. Dad always thought apartments would be built on the vacant block. “Prime area for the rich to build companies and apartments.” He had said.

  “You ready?” Damon asked me grabbing my hand.

  I nodded. Suddenly those butterflies that were at bay had come full force. I was actually going into this apartment. The apartment had eighteen floors, and you guessed it, his was the top. I hated heights, so in the elevator I was holding his hand a little tighter than I should have.

  “You okay.” He said confused.

  “Hate heights.” I replied. I could feel my body draining of blood.

  Damon laughed and pulled me into his arms. I’m glad he thought it was funny. The door opened on the eighteenth floor, and I stepped into a state of the art apartment. The kitchen hosted all the latest and greatest inventions. It was stone white with black tops. As we walked through I ran my hand along the tops, it was so cold, and the granite was smooth and refreshing under my hands. I could smell the aromas, which I presumed was our dinner.

  The lounge room had two small black couches while the walls and carpet were also white. I clicked onto the black and white theme straight away. A few abstracts hung on the walls, mostly of oceans and rain forests. The size of the TV hanging on the wall is what shocked me the most. It was over half the size of the wall, which by judgement would have been at least three meters long and two meters high. The flat screen sat hanging right in the middle of the wall.

  “Have a seat, make yourself at home.” Damon pointed to the lounge suit.

  It was so comfortable, I could have fallen asleep. Damon went into the kitchen while I stood and wandered over to the window to have looked out the large glass pane. I looked out but not down. Fuck that! Everything looked so small; people were tiny specks on the ground. The lights were the best sight. Seeing the city lit up was A.M.A.Z.I.N.G! Damon came up behind me and put his hands around my waist. I leaned my head against his shoulder and smiled.

  “It’s pretty impressive isn’t it?” Damon said. I nodded.

  “Dinner is almost ready. I was going to suggest we eat on the balcony, but I’m a little worried about that, with your feeling of heights and all.”

  Was he mocking me?

  “We can eat there, I just won’t look down.” I said with a smile.

  Well I would try not to. For any human, being that far above ground floor would make anyone look down.

  Damon let me go, and I followed him to the kitchen. It was epic. I noticed the coffee machine right away hidden in the corner. It was five times the size of mine. I couldn’t imagine how much it cost. He must be one skilled lawyer.

  “Need a hand with anything?” I couldn’t just stand around and do nothing.

  “Savannah, go sit down.” He pointed to the couch with a glimpse of a smile spreading across his beautiful lips. Oh those lips. I felt the urge to kiss him. I stepped closer and leaned in. He looked at me, and nowhere else. I put my hands on his chest. His breathing changed, and I felt my pulse quicken. I rocked up on my tip toes and kissed his cheek, then followed his jaw line until I met my lips with his. He grabbed my face in his hands in a second and brushed his thumbs on my cheeks as he kissed me. I coaxed his tongue with mine. Oh, it felt so good. I could feel a delicious clenching starting as I grew slicker. He pulled away and stared at me, I was staring into his eyes searching for an answer to the question I badly needed to ask.

  “Dinner will be ready soon.” He said slowly and dragging out each word.

  He let me go, and I removed my hands from his chest. He was so hot. I wanted him, no, I needed him. But I was starving! I grabbed the bottle of red and Damon pointed me in the direction of the balcony. I sat on the chair furthest away from the edge. Damon presented dinner a few minutes later.

  It looked divine. Rotisserie Chicken with peaches, walnuts and basil on a bed of rice. Yum. It tasted as good as it looked. In between mouthfuls Damon educated me on his cooking skills. He learnt to cook from his mother. He was always interested in cooking from such a young age. His brother and sister always thought he would be chef. He learnt how to cook all the restaurant standard foods and often thought about opening one but hasn’t found the right concept for him yet.

  I told him how I always wanted to open my own garage, designed for classics and imports. I never realised how much of a tom boy I was.

  “So why don’t you open a garage?” He questioned

  “Well, I don’t know the first thing about it really. And I’m kind of waiting for my brother to get out before I make any rash choices.” I wish I would have avoided the topic of Stephen.

  “When is he getting out?” Damn, I should have known he would ask.

  “Soon.” I took a sip of my red and looked away. Hopefully he would get the hint. “Stupid, stupid woman,” I thought to myself. And thinking about stupid women, Nicole!

  “Hello.” Damon said waving his hand in front of me.

  “Oh sorry, I was…. dreaming.” Drifter…… I thought.

  “I sense you don’t like talking about your brother much. Is it me or just the topic?” Damon asked in a voice that I wasn’t sure about.

  “Both really. I… I’m sorry, it’s just, he’s… you know and I don’t want to talk with you about my problems and dramas.” I hoped that would tide him over until I was willing to reveal my brother’s stupidity.

  Damon placed his hand upon mine. His fingers stroking mine. I relaxed and let out the breath that I was holding. I closed my eyes and thought of a happy place. And the only picture that came to mind was right now moment. I needed answers though. What were we doing? I decided this moment wasn’t the right moment for that. I wanted to enjoy tonight and not think about anything else. I pushed all thoughts of Stephen and Nicole out of my mind and opened my eyes with the vision of Damon and me.

  “Have you thought anymore about my offer?” Damon asked.

  “The internship?” I said shaking my head. Great.

  “Yes, it’s a perfect opportunity for you. It will give you everything you require and more.” Damon had his business face on, so serious. He was adorable.

  “I will think more about it, I’m sorry. I didn’t know you wanted an answer right now.” Was this the purpose of tonight’s dinner? To hound me about this internship? Surely he was smarter than that.

  Damon didn’t say anything; he just stood from the table and gathered our plates. I got up and helped along with him. Once the kitchen was clean Damon made coffee, and we sat in the comfort of the lounge. We decided to relax and play cards. I haven’t played cards in years. Nicole and I used to play every Saturday night after work. Poker night with the boys.

  Derek and Stan would join, and it was classic. I wore quite a poker face; mine was almost as good as Lady Ga Ga’s. The night flashed by, and I don’t think I have laughed so much in years. I listened to child hood memories Damon had about his brother and sister. I told a few stories about my childhood; Damon was intensely interested in what I had to say about Stephen.

  I had to leave out the memories with Cameron in it, too many questions would be asked, and I was not willing to open that topic with him. He had that look of concentration of his face when I spoke. But he thought it was pretty funny to hear how my mum would tie him to the clothes line or he would run away. The police brought him back many times.

  Not to mention the embarrassment when Stephen made me go with him to the bakery, and tell them we weren’t being fed. Or the way he threw mud at me and rubbed it all over my face and his. Needless to say by the time we got to the bakery it was dry and gross. They gave us cream buns and juice. Our mother didn’t think it was as funny as we did though.

  I looked at my phone and saw it was eleven thirty already. “Holy shit,”
I said. “It’s late.”

  I got up from the floor taking mine and Damon’s cup into the kitchen and placing it in the sink. I turned to find Damon standing in front on me with his arms crossed. He had the look of passion.

  “Are you going to take me home?” I asked softly.

  “Nope.” He replied not even thinking about his answer.

  Was he asking me to stay? He reached out and grabbed my hands pulling me towards him. I went into his embrace easily. My hands came up to the collar of his shirt. I played with it while looking at his beautiful skin. I felt Damon's hands on my arse, he was grabbing, and squeezing while pulling me tighter against him. I pulled him down and kissed his neck, sucking and biting. He let out a moan as I felt his hands move to the back of my thighs. He picked me up, and my first instinct was to wrap my legs around him.

  What I was going to do next I didn’t know. But right now, I wanted this. I continued to kiss him, moving from his neck to his mouth via his jaw, my hands twisting in his soft hair. He tasted so freaking good and the way he kissed me made me hot, I felt like I was melting. Before I had a chance to think about anything, I was lying on a soft mattress. He stepped away as I let him go, he pulled his shirt off in one swift motion. His muscles were hard, and I couldn’t help but touch them when he lay next to me. He started to kiss my neck; I moved my head to give him better access. His hands slid up my thigh until he reached my panties.

  He moved off the bed, dropped to his knees on the floor. I sat upright wondering what was going to happen next. I put my hands either side of his face and kissed him once more. He pulled away, one hand went behind my back for support, and the other he used to press down on my stomach until I fell back onto the bed. I lay still, gathering my thoughts and equalling my breathing. I felt his hands move up my thighs once more; he gripped either side of my panties and pulled them down my legs so slowly it was torture.

  “Your legs are so sexy; I want to touch you everywhere you desire, starting with here.”

  Chapter 5

  “Oh my god,” Those words flew out of my mouth before I could stop them. Damon’s hands slid from my ankles to my knees. He placed feather light kisses all the way up the inside of my legs, which made them feel like jelly. I was trying so hard to control my breathing, but I was panting.

  Feeling Damon move, I opened my eyes and looked down. Damon put out his hand, and I gracefully took it. As I stood, he grabbed each side of my dress at the hem and pulled it over my head before dropping it on the ground. I thought I would be courageous and unhook my bra since it was the only thing left covering me. Thank goodness the lights were off! Even if, they weren’t I was that willing right now, I wouldn’t care. Looking into his eyes I slowly brought my hands up behind my back, and undid the clasps one….. By one. The straps fell off both shoulders, than the bra was on the floor along with my other clothing.

  “You’re so beautiful.” Damon held out his hand, and I took it. He once again kissed me. This time they were gentle and soft. I didn’t know what I liked more, the tender kisses or the wild “I’m going to eat you alive,” ones. I reached between us and felt the hard bulge in his jeans. Wow. I knew I would stretch, but it still scared the shit out of me. I teased him through the material until he was moaning against my mouth. Suddenly he pulled away, and I was on my back in one quick moment. I readjusted my eyes and saw Damon slowly undoing his belt……. It dropped to the floor…… than his button…….. than his zip……….. His pants dropped to the ground, and his erection sprung free. “Holy. Sh….” I couldn’t finish.

  Damon kneeled on the bed between my legs. Natural instinct is to splay my legs, and I did. He leaned over me, and my head rolled to the side, his lips started at my neck and worked their way to each of my nipples, kissing, sucking, licking and biting. I cried out each time I felt that painful sting of his teeth.

  His hands travelled along my body until they reached my sex. He rubbed his fingers backwards and forwards then slowly inserted a single finger spreading the soft delicate tissue. It had been so long, and I was sensitive. I moaned, I was trying so hard to hold back but I just couldn’t. My nerve endings were screaming, I needed a release, and I needed it now. I moved my hand down my body, slowly….until I met his hand.

  “So eager Savannah.” Damon said, with a wicked grin before he smacked my hands away. Damn it.

  “Please.” I couldn’t hide my desperation for him.

  With that, he slipped another finger in my wetness. This was starting to become too much. The feelings…… the sensation……. I needed relief. If only he would….. “Oh, sweet Jesus.”

  “You feel so good, I can’t wait to be inside you.” He whispered.

  As his fingers worked their way in and out, I felt that long lost feeling of a building orgasm. I tried to push the feeling in the back of my mind. It was far too early, and I needed to suppress them as long as possible even though I was ready to explode. While his two fingers worked inside, his thumb circled my clit. At that moment, I realised how close I was. Those unfamiliar feelings came to surface, I felt so open.

  “I can’t.” The words were out before I could stop them.

  “Yes, you can, shhh…… just feel, let go for me Savannah.” He whispered.

  His fingers continued their assault until I couldn’t stop it. “Damon, please,” I tried so hard to push his fingers away, but the feeling ripped through me, and I couldn’t do anything but reach for the bed covers and fist them.

  “That’s it Savannah…… let go.” He said in a deep tone. He was just as breathless as I was.

  I let the feelings override my senses. I felt the earth move beneath me and moaned in pleasure. My orgasm ripped through me like nothing I had felt before. I felt the bed move but couldn’t open my eyes, I was still holding onto the comforter for dear life, riding out the last of my orgasm.

  “Are you taking birth control?” Damon whispered into my ear, before nipping at my lobe.

  I shook my head. Holy fuck, a little personal don’t you think……..

  I opened my eyes and looked towards a glow coming from the corner of the room; he had turned a side lamp on. Damon pulls a box out of the draws, and comes back with a foil packet. I’m so glad he thought of it because I sure as hell didn’t. Given the situation that Nicole is currently in, I wouldn’t want to be in the same position. I stopped taking birth control when I stopped having sex. I didn’t see the point in taking pills to prevent it when you’re not having it.

  I follow his every movement with my eyes; the way he walks is so graceful, yet so strong. He approaches the end of the bed and puts his hand out. I take it and sit on the edge of the bed. His beautiful penis is right in line with my mouth, I have never been one for giving oral favours, and I surely hope he doesn’t expect me too. I don’t even think I could fit him into my mouth; the sheer size of his beautiful length terrifies me. Instead he passes me the foil packet; I look up and see his mischievous grin. I reach out and touch it……… gripping it…….. Then slowly stroking it…….. A moan escapes his lips. I pick up the pace, gripping it harder and stroking it harder…….

  “Enough.” he says.

  I open the packet and try to remember what I learnt in sex ED. I pinch the tip of the condom and slowly roll it over his impressive length. Before I have the chance to admire my handy work, Damon pushes me onto the bed. I slowly move up the bed, I don’t know if my nerves are getting the better of me or what the feeling is, but I’m suddenly scared……. “I don’t know…. If…..If I…. Can do this…..” I squeeze out.

  “Ssshhh…..It's ok, I’ve got you.” Damon climbs up the bed after me. He starts kissing me, from my public bone, up… up…. Up…. Sucking my nipples, then nipping at them. The sensation is….. Oh my. He moves until his body is over mine, he gripes either side of my face and our lips meet. I can feel the tip of his erection at the entrance of my sex. Damon leans on one elbow and reaches between our bodies; slowly he uses his hand to guide the tip of his erection into the opening o
f my sex.

  “Aahhh,” I cry out.

  He stills. Our eyes never break contact; he searches my eyes then once again he pushes in further. I can feel my soft tissues gripping around his length. I bite my lip. Trying my hardest to suppress the urge to moan, the feelings…….. He pushes in further, and I dig my nails into his upper arms.

  “Do you want me to stop Savannah?”

  “Just….. Just give me a minute….pl…please.” I shudder.

  “It’s ok…you just tell me to stop and I will.” His gentle words calm me.

  I take a moment to adjust to the feelings. Rather than speak, I move my hips to suggest for him to start moving. He does slowly. I’m biting my lip, the nerve endings are being stripped, and it feels sensational. “Oh,” I’m moaning, and panting. I can hear his ruggered breathing in my ear. He lifts his head and rubs his nose against mine. Slowly he kisses me, our tongues entwine and I moan into his mouth. The pace quickens, I feel that familiar sensation I felt not so long ago…… surely I couldn’t…. Not again….. I grip him tighter His thrusts become more assertive. I lose control. I feel Damon shudder, it sends me higher. “Fuck,” I cry out. He finds his realise as he grips me tighter.

  “Are you okay?” he brushes my cheek with his fingers.

  “Fine…” I suddenly feel shy.

  Damon pulls out of me, and I flinch. My insides are tender; I haven’t been intimate with anyone in so long, not to mention the size of him! Maybe next time will be easier…. What am I saying? I’m thinking about the next time already!

  “Do you need a shower?” He interrupts my thoughts.