by Thorpe, Elle
I got where she was coming from. Somewhere within the discussion, I’d relaxed. Tim and I had banded together to pick on Damien for being a doctor, and the three of us had laughed until our stomachs hurt. I’d forgotten the fact I was sitting in a room with people I hadn’t seen in years, and that they’d ever done wrong to me. It was as if the time had slipped away and I suddenly remembered all the late nights Tim, Lou, and I had sat up chatting about school and our friends and just…life. Lou told a story about one of the kids she worked with, and it was as if a light glowed within her. This was the sister I remembered. Happy. Loving. The sister who had cooked dinner with me and helped me with my homework and gossiped about our friends and boys.
By the time we had our roast dinners in front of us, and with Damien’s hand on my thigh, I considered that maybe Lou had long realised something I hadn’t. Maybe they hadn’t apologised because there was so much water under the bridge. Maybe I didn’t need an apology from them. I’d thought that was why I’d come here tonight, but it turned out, maybe I’d come to close one door and open another.
I felt nothing when I looked at Tim now. No hint of old feelings remained. Not even the bitterness I’d been carrying around building up in my mind. Seeing them now made me realise that he and I were never meant to be. Although he still looked like the boy I’d dated, he wasn’t that boy anymore. He was a man now, with a wife he obviously loved if the adoring glances he kept shooting her were anything to go by. And while any feeling I’d once had for Tim had disappeared, that deep-rooted love for Lou was still there, now springing up from the hard ground as if I’d given it water.
My head was a confusing mess of flip-flopping emotions. This wasn’t what I’d expected at all.
Would I ever trust her the way I once had? Probably not, but carrying around all this hurt and resentment towards her was crippling. And I didn’t want to be crippled anymore. I wanted to be able to bring a date to her house for a family dinner. Because it turned out, this was kind of nice.
Something else that was nice, was the way Damien’s hand was inching up my thigh. How much of this sudden change in my attitude had to do with the man sitting next to me and the maybe feelings I was harbouring for him? We ate our meals, but the minute we’d finished, his fingertips were back on my leg, slipping under the split on my skirt and brushing against my bare skin. A few inches higher and he’d be—
“You’re turning pink,” he whispered in my ear when Lou and Tim went to get dessert.
“That’s because this is supposed to be a fake date, but your hand is travelling to a place that has some not-so-fake needs right now.”
He chuckled. “You know, this is your date. I could take care of those not-so-fake needs with a quick trip to the bathroom.”
If I wasn’t blushing before, the idea of a quickie in the bathroom with him would do it. Images of him leaning me over the bathroom sink, lifting my skirt and him pounding into me from behind made my breath hitch.
“Celibacy vow, remember?” Fucking celibacy vow. I could slap that bitch.
His fingers wandered between my legs, stroking my inner thigh. “If that’s what you want…”
I nodded, though if that’s what I wanted, why were my legs falling apart, inviting him to move those damn fingers just a few inches north? Damien moved away before Tim and Lou came back into the room, but by then, my skin was on fire and my core ached. I ate my dessert in record time, then stood abruptly, pulling Damien up with me.
“Thank you so much for having us,” I said to Lou and Tim. “Damien has an early shift at the hospital tomorrow, and I think we better be going.”
“I thought you said you worked at a private—”
“Of course,” Lou interrupted her husband with a knowing expression on her face.
Shit. If you were going to make up a lie to end a dinner quickly so you could go make out with your date, you should probably at least make up something plausible. But Lou nodded towards the door and mouthed, have fun. A look passed between us, one I remembered well from our younger years. She could still read me like a book. I pulled Damien around the table but stopped in front of her.
“I mean it. Thank you for tonight. I didn’t expect to, but I had a nice time.”
Lou’s eyes turned watery as she pulled me in for a hug. I went stiff, but Lou didn’t give up, and after a moment, I relaxed and hugged her back.
“Can we do this again?” she said quietly with a hint of desperation in her voice. “Please? I’ve missed you.”
I nodded and found I meant it. “I’d like that. I’ll call you, okay?”
She grinned at me, and I grinned back. I probably should have called to thank Dr Guzman for her good advice. But as Lou closed the door behind us and Damien tilted my head back, claiming my mouth for a long, hot kiss, all I could think about doing was the man whose arms I was standing in.
10
Damien
Bree and I stumbled down the path to my car, and I pressed her up against it, letting her feel exactly how hard up for her I was, while she moaned in my arms and tugged my head down, keeping her lips anchored to mine. Fuck me. She was hot as sin. All long legs and red lips, and all I could think about was getting both of them wrapped around me in one way or another.
Eventually I let her get in the car and practically sprinted around to the driver’s side, cursing the fact we’d have to drive the twenty minutes back to the city before I could touch or kiss her again. That was entirely too long.
As soon as I got in the car, Bree was reaching for me across the centre console. Her hand groping my dick made me hiss. “What are you doing?”
“Start the car. Get us home,” she demanded.
She didn’t need to tell me twice. Within minutes we were back on the main road that led to the city. Bree’s fingers popped the button on my jeans before yanking the zipper down and slipping inside my boxer briefs. I groaned as her warm fingers wrapped around my erection and lifted my ass off the seat when she tugged at my pants to give her better access. My cock sprang free, and I concentrated harder on the road. But fuck me. Having my hand up her skirt already tonight had gotten me going, and now, with her hand around my glistening tip, I was in real danger.
“Can you drive if I keep doing this?” she asked, her voice sultry without trying.
Even if I couldn’t, I’d pull the damn car over. I wasn’t going to ask her to stop.
“Get us home, Damien. Don’t stop driving, okay?”
I nodded as her hand moved up and down my shaft. I didn’t dare look over at her. I just watched the road and enjoyed the feel of her hand working me over. My eyes rolled back, but I forced myself to concentrate, reaching one hand out to grip her seat.
“Damien.”
I twisted my head, and she gave me wicked grin before leaning over and taking my dick into her mouth. My hand immediately dropped to the back of her head and I groaned, long and loud as her hot mouth covered my length. But I kept the pressure light, letting her run this kinky little show. The semi-public blow job was totally getting me off, and as her head bobbed up and down, I knew I wouldn’t last the whole way home if she kept that up. But I fought for control the entire way, her tongue circling the head and sucking me deep into her throat.
Fuck me. The woman had some serious blow job skills.
We drove into the darkened parking garage, and when I yanked the hand brake up I knew I wasn’t going to last another moment. “Bree,” I warned, but she only sucked me harder, and I was done. In an explosion of lust, I pulsed hard and fast into her pretty pink mouth.
I tipped my head against the headrest, not caring if there was anyone else down here, and let my release come. She took everything I had, and when I was done she sat up, her hair messed up from my fingers, her cheeks flushed, her eyes shining. And all I could think of was seeing that look on her face after I’d gotten her naked and made her scream.
“Fuck me, you’re so damn sexy.” I reached over and found the split in her skirt, running my han
d up her thigh as I had at dinner, but this time, I didn’t stop. I let my fingers brush the fabric of her underwear. “You’re soaked.”
She moaned and nodded.
“I’m going to take you upstairs to your apartment and do this right because I’m too damn big to go down on you the way I want to in this tiny car. But I need to taste you now, Bree. I can’t wait until we’re upstairs. Show me.”
With fire in her eyes, her gaze met mine, and she realised what I wanted. She lifted her skirt, revealing the soaking black lace between her legs. She didn’t look away when she moved the scrap of fabric aside, revealing her bare pussy to me. Even in the dim light, she glistened.
“Sit back,” I commanded, in much the same way as she’d ordered me to drive earlier.
She obeyed, and I ran my hand over her thigh to the centre of her, letting my fingers slip through her wetness to find her clit. She cried out as I touched her, and I knew I could have her coming in minutes, right here in this car. But the anticipation would make it all the better, so instead I rubbed her clit before slipping two fingers inside her. She bucked and threw her head back, but I withdrew my fingers as quickly as I’d inserted them, bringing them to my mouth and licking them clean. I’d meant what I’d said. I just wanted a taste. And now that I’d had it, I was going to take her upstairs and eat her out until she screamed my name.
Was oral sex really breaking a celibacy vow? I was pretty sure it didn’t count.
11
Bree
Damien had barely touched me, and I was already on the verge of orgasm. Sucking him off while he drove had me wet and ready, and then him demanding to see me… He’d pretty much done me in right then, right there. But then he was pulling me from the car and tugging me towards the elevator, ramming his finger repetitively over the up button, though we both knew it would only come when it wanted.
I was as antsy as he was, sex on the brain and the taste of him still on my tongue. I bounced on the balls of my feet, desperate to get more of him inside me than just his fingers. “Stairs,” I decided, too impatient to wait for the decrepit elevator.
Yanking my heels off, I led him to the stairwell next to the elevator shaft. I lifted my skirt so I didn’t trip on it, then the two of us raced the four flights of stairs, bursting into our hallway with a laugh. We stumbled towards my apartment, stopping to make out twice along the way.
We eventually made it inside, and he kicked the door closed behind him. We stared at each other in the dim light, but neither of us made a move to towards the switch. Instead he came to me, tilting my chin up and capturing my lips with his. His mouth was softer this time, the urgency of his kisses in the hallway replaced with something quieter. I moaned into his mouth his tongue stroking against mine, firing up my entire body once more. His hands skimmed down my sides, running over each curve before he found the hem of my top and lifted it over my head. My bra came off next, and he swooped down to suck my nipple, his fingers hooking in the waistband of my skirt, sliding it down my legs along with my underwear. I stood completely bare, while he was still fully dressed. He stepped back and let his gaze travel me from head to toe, then he shook his head and swore. He dug his fingers into my hips, lifting me to the kitchen table and covering my body with his. He pushed me back so I was lying spread across the table like a meal. Damien’s lips travelled down my body, heading for the spot I wanted him most. His tongue rasped over my skin as he knelt, slinging my legs over his shoulders and opening me to him fully.
Without a pause, he licked right through the centre of me, and I grasped the edges of the table for fear of bucking right off it. “You’re already close, aren’t you? I can tell,” he murmured, and I nodded uselessly.
He inserted two fingers and covered my clit with wet heat, and I ground on him, angling my body the way I needed to and urging him to go faster, rocking against his hand and mouth. And he didn’t disappoint. He moved back, circling my clit with his thumb before pressing on it, and I was done.
“Damien!” I cried as I spasmed around his fingers and reached down to clutch at his hair, but he didn’t stop. He worked me until I was a boneless heap, bare and sated on my kitchen table. I wondered how I’d ever eat there again. But who cared.
His chuckle rumbled around the room and his face appeared above mine. “I’m not done with you yet,” he warned, but to my ears, it sounded more like a promise.
He gathered me in his arms and walked us into my bedroom, while I took the opportunity to kiss his neck and earlobe. He pulled the covers back before he put me down, and then I watched the show as he undid the buttons on his shirt and pushed down his pants that were still open from our exploits in the car. I took in the tattoos that not only covered his arm and chest but dipped low, close to where his cock was already hard again, and continued down his leg. He climbed into bed with me, and within moments we were tangled up together. And the feel of his bare skin against mine was almost more mind-blowing that the orgasm I’d just had on the kitchen table. He laid on top of me, supporting himself on his forearms, his cock pressing into my leg. With an open mouth, he kissed a path up and down my neck until he found my lips.
Damien kissed me long and deep and slow. And we stayed like that for a long time. Just lying together, enjoying the feel of a warm body. But before long, an ache opened up inside me again, and squirmed beneath him, opening my legs and rubbing against him to try to find relief. His hand travelled to my breast, cupping it and fondling the already hard nipple, and it did nothing to quell the desire that throbbed between my legs.
“Damien. Please. I need you. Inside me.”
“Your vow. No sex, remember?”
What? As if I cared about the stupid vow! “If you don’t fuck me right now I’m going to implode.”
He moved back and looked me in the eye, then searched my face to see if I meant it. I did. Eleven months and one week was enough.
“I’m serious. I want you.”
He licked a trail along my neck to my ear. “You sure?”
He shifted so his cock pressed my entrance, and my eyes rolled back in my head, but I managed to moan my approval. Then he was off the bed and producing his wallet from the pocket of the pants that lay in a heap on the floor. He pulled out a condom, rolled it over his length, and was back on top of me in seconds, nudging my legs apart.
“Don’t be gentle.”
He grinned. “Thank fuck you said that because I’m not sure I could be, even if I wanted to.” And with that, he pushed inside me with one long, hard thrust.
I saw stars.
True to his word, he fucked me hard and deep, lifting one of my legs up over his shoulder until we were both teetering on the edge.
“Don’t stop,” I whispered.
He dropped his mouth and kissed me, his hips slamming against mine, the bedframe hitting the wall. Pleasure coiled low and deep before unleashing through me in a way I’d never felt before, and I fell apart in his arms, his lips silencing my cries.
Then his big body shuddered over mine, finding his own release. He buried his face in my neck, and I dug my fingernails into his back while we pulsed together. I lowered my leg to wrap around his waist and he let his weight rest on top of me, both of us slick with sweat, breathing hard.
Eventually, he sweetly kissed my neck and rolled to his side. He held his arm out to me, and I snuggled into his chest, surprised at how much I liked the feel of his arms around me. I’d never been much of a snuggler, but lying with my head on Damien’s chest, tracing his tattoos with my fingertips, sated and happy from the marathon sex session we’d just had was the most content and relaxed I’d felt in ages. I wasn’t actively fighting to be calm either. I wasn’t using yoga breathing or anger management techniques. I just…was.
My stomach growled, and Damien lifted his head. “Hungry much?”
“I kind of am.” I sat up and leant over the side of the bed to where I’d left my laptop yesterday. When I straightened, Damien gaze was all over my bare skin. I shook my head. �
�Perv. I’m going to order some Uber Eats. You want something?”
His eyes darkened, and his lips made a beeline for my breast. “Yes, but not food.”
I laughed, pushing him away. “Food first.” The laptop flickered on, and as usual the internet connection was out. I choked on a laugh when I brought up the network connection page.
“What?” Damien asked curiously, looking over my shoulder, then burst into laughter.
There, in the list of available networks, right where Damien’s House of Debauchery once was, was a network called Take it easy on that bed! My face went pink at the thought of his roommates hearing every groan and moan we’d made for the past few hours.
But Damien just turned around and thumped on the wall connecting his apartment with mine. “You’re one to talk, Jess!”
Jess’ and Millie’s laughter was as clear as if we’d been in the same room.
12
Bree
Damien didn’t leave my bed until almost lunchtime on Sunday. We’d stuffed ourselves on Chinese takeaway in the middle of the night and slept for a few hours before I’d woken up with his erection pressing against my lower back. No point in wasting good morning wood, I’d climbed on top of him and woken him up in the best way possible.
We’d showered together, and eventually I’d had to kick him out because I needed to study. But little butterflies flittered around my belly at how content he’d seemed to hang around. And I liked having him there.
I’d pulled my books out and tried to concentrate on my notes, but my mind kept straying. Damien’s touch still lingered on my skin, and every time I closed my eyes, all I saw was him. It was making me giddy with excitement. Like a teenager with a crush, but I didn’t even care. I did have a crush on him. A pretty huge one. One that perhaps had strings attached. Strings I feared might have been attached to my heart.