Page 52 of Backstage

“What are you going to do about it? Kidnap me?” I ask, annoyed.

I don’t get an answer because the elevator doors open, and Damian practically drags me into his room. By the time the door closes behind us, I’m pressed against the wall with his lips on mine. His tongue slips into my mouth without hesitation, and I’m overwhelmed by a kiss that leaves me breathless. When I raise my hands to sink them into his hair, Damian withdraws with a smirk and moves away towards the sofa.

I let out a frustrated sigh, and Damian watches me, amused as he sits on the sofa in his suite.

“And you’re leaving me here like this?” I ask.

“I told you. If you want more, you’re gonna have to ask me.”

I move over to him and stand in front of him, my arms crossed. “What do you want?” I explode almost furiously.

“You could start by begging me, since you’re being such a tease and hanging on my friends.”

“No way.”

“Then you know the way back to your room,” he points me to the door with one hand.

“You know, you’re really annoying. I’m not leaving this room.”

“Is that a yes?”

I open my arms and eyes wide in disbelief. “Of course, it’s a yes, you idiot!” I burst out again.

He pulls me towards him on the couch, lays his hands on my ass, and makes me spread my legs until I’m straddling him. He holds me still while he pushes himself between my thighs. The desire in his eyes is unparalleled, and all my doubts collapse under the pressure of my hormones.

I take off my glasses and pull my shirt off my head, hearing Damian grunt with guttural pleasure. “Put your glasses back on,” he orders, biting his lower lip.

I look at him slightly confused.

“Put your glasses back on. You have that sexy, nerdy, little schoolteacher look that makes me want to help you enjoy the rest of the night,” he says with a half-smile, then looks down and gets serious. “You know I’m proud of the way you stood up to Brad on stage today, right? You were great.”

A compliment like that from him almost brings tears to my eyes, of joy this time. I don’t have to hear that twice to put the glasses back on. I’ve been hiding behind these lenses my whole life, yet I feel more naked than I’ve ever felt. Damian is peering at me with such desire it makes me tremble. He grabs me firmly by the hips and presses his erection into my most sensitive area, making my head roll back in pleasure. If he goes on like this, I’ll come without even taking off my clothes. When I look at him, he’s smiling smugly, and it makes me want to play.

I disentangle from his grip, and stand up; Damian looks at me questioningly. With disarming slowness, I take off my shoes then start unbuttoning my jeans just as calmly, giving him a glimpse of the pink lace panties underneath. Damian can only cling to the sofa cushions with all his strength and watch as I slowly turn around and take off my pants, sliding them along my legs while bending forward. I hear him moan with pleasure, so I turn around and see him panting, eyes wide open and full of desire.

“Take off the rest too,” he orders, halfway between a hiss and a begging whisper.

I see him struggling to refrain from tearing my underwear off. I undo my bra and drop it on the floor without turning around. Damian leans over, and before I can take off my panties too, he slips his fingers under the elastic and gently pulls them down. He pulls me closer until I’m standing in front of him. He kisses one butt cheek and then the other, holding my hip with one hand and with the other touching the sensitive skin between my thighs, getting closer and closer to the most sensitive part. When he touches me between my legs, the jolt of pleasure almost makes me jerk. I’m so wet that his two fingers slip right in, immediately making me moan.

That sound, and my body so ready for him, is all he needs. He sits me on the couch next to him with a decisive gesture and then stands in front of me, taking off his shirt, giving me a breath-taking view of his statuesque physique, covered in tattoos. He starts to undo his pants unceremoniously, taking off his jeans and boxer shorts, which leaves me panting; now I understand why women line up for him. His hard-on is so inviting I have no doubt it will keep me happy all night long. With a quick gesture, he takes a condom out of his wallet and puts it on without taking his eyes off me, wearing the confident grin of someone who knows exactly what he’s going to give me over the next few hours.

He slips between my legs, resting his knees on the sofa and towering over me, making me feel even smaller. My heart pounds in my chest with a mixture of excitement and a little fear; it’s been a while since I’ve had sex. He grabs me firmly under my knees, sliding me towards him and putting my legs on his shoulders, then he slips inside me with an ease that leaves me breathless.

“Oh, Jesus Christ!” I moan as I close my eyes and grab the sofa cushion behind me to support me as he pushes inside me.

He laughs and sinks into me with more eagerness until I make a guttural sound no man has ever been able to get from me before. It may be the excitement of the moment, the fact that the sexual tension has been mounting between us for months, but I have one of the most intense orgasms of my life.

I open my eyes and look at him. His smile doesn’t hide the intense desire I see in his eyes. He’s not finished.

“You’re sexy as hell when you come,” he whispers to me with a kind of reverence in his voice that takes me by surprise. It’s almost as if I’m in charge of his pleasure, and the realization of it makes me dizzy.

“Then let me come again so you can enjoy the show,” I challenge with a mischievous smile.

That seems to excite him even more because he pulls away from me, leaving me suddenly empty and eager for contact, and sits down on the coffee table in front of the sofa, one hand pulling me up on his lap. He puts his mouth on my boob and holds me firmly by the waist, sinking inside me again.

I will remember this night for the rest of my life.

I open my eyes to twinkling city lights filtering through the bedroom windows, getting a boner as if the night had been just a dream, and I hadn’t fulfilled my every desire with Lilly. I move my gaze and find her petite figure sleeping blissfully beside me; the sheet slipped sideways, leaving me a view of her back and ass that makes the blood flow down below my belly. I can’t resist. I turn towards her and caress her butt. When I see that she is not moving, I venture a little more. I lower myself on her white skin and kiss her gently, starting from the base of her back to the upper part of her thighs.

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