Page 53 of Brutal Days

I shook my head and meant it, surprising even me. “No. I just didn’t know you wanted to go slow.”

A growl left his mouth, and I sucked in a gasp before he was on me. His mouth slanted over mine, and I trembled beneath the sensual onslaught. Goose bumps followed in the wake of his hand as he trailed it up my side then cupped my breast, teasing and rolling my nipple. I pushed into him, eager for more.

His lips left mine, trailed open kisses down my neck and over the top of my breasts, then took my other nipple in his mouth. I arched into him. His hands grabbed my ass, and I wrapped my legs around his waist as he lifted me. My breasts felt swollen, heavy, and ached for more.

He lowered me onto the bed, where I unwound my legs from his waist. Several seconds passed as he just looked at me. A slow wave of heat swept through my body, and I fought not to squirm. A gentle caress at my hip, then he hooked his finger at the waistband of my cotton shorts. He slid them and my panties down my legs with agonizing slowness until they joined our shirts on the floor. His jeans followed, but he left on the tight black boxer briefs, and some part of me breathed a sigh of relief. I was ready, but I also wasn’t.

When he climbed onto the bed and spread my legs, I resisted, my heart pounding so fast I feared it would make a break for it.

“Stop. What are you doing?” I bit my lower lip, stifling the panic he must have heard.

“Looking at you.” He licked his lower lip. “Tasting you.”

His hand caressed my thigh, sending heat-seeking missiles to my core. He bent to the inside of my leg, trailing slow kisses while his hands touched every part of my legs. It felt good, and the tension that’d shot through me slowly eased. When he sensed my lack of resistance, his fingers grazed the edges of where I wanted him most, and my eyes drifted shut. I wanted it. I couldn’t deny it.

Need made me writhe beneath his touch, and when he grazed my clit, I squirmed, helpless against the wave of sensations. The pad of his thumb circled it. He dipped his finger inside me then spread the wetness over the small bundle of nerves, and I moaned, arching my hips into his touch.

His kisses drew closer, and desire raged through me. All embarrassment was gone as I chased the climax that hovered just out of reach. At the first touch of his mouth, I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair, urging him to keep going. His tongue was magic as he licked, sucked, and tasted while thrusting a finger deep inside me. Then another joined the first, and I felt full as he stretched me.

Every nerve ending fired faster than before. When he circled my clit and curled his fingers deep inside, I screamed his name, blind to everything but the way my climax exploded through me. Pulsing waves of desire heated every inch of me, momentarily stealing my strength, and I went limp.

When I looked down, Damon’s satisfied grin and hooded, lust-filled eyes sent a renewed thrill through me. He slid his fingers out with excruciating slowness, and I whimpered from the loss. They went into his mouth, and he sucked my wetness from them. The sight was incredibly erotic.

His satisfied grin coaxed one from me too. If that hadn’t been my first time, I could only imagine what I would do with, and to, him. He stood and practically tore off his boxer briefs. I nibbled on my lower lip as he rolled on a condom. I was worried and excited to feel his long, thick length pushing inside me.

He climbed onto the bed, his biceps flexing as he held still above me. I wrapped my legs around his waist, digging my heels in, urging him to push inside. He chuckled then lowered himself, and I welcomed his weight.

“You sure about this, Sky? No foul if you change your mind.”

“Shut up.” I tugged his head down and kissed him while lifting my hips. No matter how much I squirmed or what I did, he controlled every inch he fed into me. Fullness as I’d never felt had my core pulsing, and I arched my back, drowning in the feel of him.

He pushed in with one swift thrust, then held still, swallowing my gasp as he deepened the kiss. The pain was fleeting, quickly forgotten. Sensing I was ready, he moved deliciously slow, stoking our desires. My nails bit into his skin as the sensations built, and our kiss ended. The pace changed from slow to fast and desperate.

I restlessly trailed my hands over his shoulders and back, his muscles bunching and flexing beneath my touch. I met him thrust for thrust. I couldn’t take my eyes off his intense expression above me, the raw hunger and need etched in his beautiful face, and the wall around my heart fractured.

He slipped a hand between us, circling my swollen nub until I cried out and fell over the edge. My body squeezed his as I came apart in his arms. His control snapped, and he thrust hard and deep until a shudder tore through his body. Then he spilled himself deep in me. Well, the condom, but I felt the powerful pulse all the same. When he collapsed on top of me, I traced the contours of his back and toyed with the soft strands of his hair. I didn’t want it to end, but that wasn’t our reality.

We didn’t lie there long, not nearly enough time. But I had to go and nudged his heavy weight so he would move.

The tenderness he’d shown surprised me and was something I would have to keep me company later when it was over between us.

CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

DAMON

#STFU

Sky left like her ass was on fire after I got up to dispose of the condom. She’d pulled her clothes on in record time and mumbled something about needing to get home. Not to bother showing her out, either, because she remembered the way. Watching her run from her emotions amused me because they were on display all over her face.

She’d more than liked what we’d done, and a heady dose of satisfaction rushed through me as I lay back on the bed. When my phone rang, I assumed it was her and didn’t bother looking at the screen when I answered.

“Hi. What’re you doing?” Gia sounded breathless.

“Working out,” I lied. “I’ll call you later.” I ended the call, not even bothered that it’d been her. All I wanted to do was remember every minute with Sky.

It was hard to believe she had been a virgin. She sure as fuck didn’t kiss like one. Or respond or touch me like it was her first time. Sure, she’d been nervous, but she had been incredibly sensual. I loved how she felt, tasted, and sounded. And I wanted her again.

I texted her to come back, but she didn’t respond. So, finally, I hit the shower. A half-naked girl sat on the edge of my bed when I got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around my waist. Gia wore a button-down shirt, undone to her waist, showing her lacy white bra and breasts that it barely contained. I felt nothing. She had a good body and was pretty, but she wasn’t who I wanted. And my dick was in full agreement without even a twitch.

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