Page 45 of Savage Hate
“Not an exhibitionist?” he muses, smiling as he flicks my clit. I inhale sharply, the pain surprising yet welcome.
“No,” I breathe. I’m nearly panting now.
“Do you touch yourself, Lennon?” he asks, his breath hot on my ear. “Do you know what feels good?” I nod. He purrs in response. “Good. Show me what you do.” I open my mouth to protest, but his free hand cups my lips again. “Be quiet,” he whispers. “And show me.”
He removes both hands and leans back, crossing his arms. My eyes zero in on the large bulge in his pants, and he cocks his head and smiles.
“We’ll deal with that later. Now. Touch yourself.”
I sneak another peek at Jude and Silas. One is still asleep, and the other is busy with the directions, since driving in Manhattan is not for the faint of heart. I swallow and look at Damon again. He’s not going to relent, not going to let me win this one. I can tell by the way his intense gaze hasn’t left my face, how his pulse thrums in his neck, and how he’s trying to calm his rapid breathing.
I reach down and unbutton my pants. The shock and mortification of what I’m about to do flames my cheeks, but Damon’s heated gaze is tracking every movement, every inch of my wandering hands. He leans back a bit more, and I hope to God that Jude can’t see below our waists. Damon rubs the bulge in his pants–his hand practiced, familiar. The thought is enough for me to unzip my black pants and thrust my hips forward as I scoot down in the seat.
I close my eyes as I begin to work my fingers around my clit. Damon is right, I’m completely soaked. My entire core is throbbing, and it gets worse when I see Damon unzip his pants. My eyes bulge out of my head when he whips out his monster cock. It’s huge, and when I meet his gaze again, something profound moves behind his eyes as he begins to stroke the thick, veiny shaft. I glance once again to the front, but thanks to the noise and our positions, Silas and Jude aren’t able to see what we’re doing.
Unless they turn around.
The thought sends a fiery blast through me, and I bite my lower lip as my fingers move into my underwear.
“Let me taste you,” Damon demands, nodding to my hand.
“W–what?” I ask, my voice strained.
“Give me your finger.”
I hesitate for a moment, and Damon then takes it upon himself to reach for my hand and pull it to his mouth. His tongue grazes the two fingers that had been sliding between my folds, and he closes his eyes and growls. It’s a sound so low, I feel it rather than hear it. His tongue swirls around my flesh, and I buck my hips as it flicks between my two fingers.
Oh, what we could do with that tongue…
He drops my hand. “Keep going.”
I use the wetness from his mouth and continue, not realizing how much I need this release. Howwound upI really am. The bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs ignites, and I speed up my tempo. To my horror, I canhearhow wet I am, and I nearly stop–until Damon begins to jerk himself faster, panting quietly.
I watch him as he strokes his cock, how his hand grips it firmly, how his fist rotates slightly when he gets to the head. The head that’s wet with precum.
Because of me.
I spread my legs wider, and I can feel the flush working its way up my chest, neck, and eventually, my face. I don’t even know what’s happening. Why am I doing this? It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done, I think. I move my hand faster, keeping my lower lip between my teeth as I work myself higher.
I thought I’d be embarrassed, but in the moment, this doesn’t feel embarrassing.
It feels perverse, and wrong, butso, sogood.
“Use your other hand to fuck yourself,” he commands.
I don’t hesitate this time. I quickly look out of the window, and I can tell we’re only a few blocks away now. We have five minutes at most, and I’m determined to finish.
Using my other hand, I insert two fingers and buck my hips against my hand. I’m nearly gasping for air now, though I try to keep myself quiet as wave after wave of pleasure unleashes inside of me. Damon is massaging his balls with his other hand, and every movement causes him to jerk as he watches me. Precum is dripping down his palm, and his forehead has a thin sheen of sweat.
God, this is so fucking hot.
We’re both frantic now. Close to climaxing, almost out of time… I can see the feverish need explode on Damon’s face.
“You first,” he growls. “Come for me, Lennon.”
My body is hot, and every part of my skin is tingling with pleasure. His words snap something inside of me, and every muscle that had been tense now releases. A wave of heat explodes in my core, sending a smattering of electricity down my limbs. My toes curl in my boots as the orgasm slams through me, and it takes everything not to scream, not to holler Damon’s name.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper, my climax cleaving through me. I’m positively fucking my hand now, my hips working in undulating motions as the last of it leaves my jerking body.
