“My childhood was shitty. I started living on the streets when I was twelve years old and I didn’t have a roof over my head for six years. I use to go to the library for hours a day. It started out as a place to keep warm in the winter or cool in the summer, but then I became hooked. I didn’t have anyone, but every time I walked through those doors I felt like each of those authors was my family and the characters they created were all my friends. I counted on them. None of them ever let me down or left me. They never yelled at me or hit me. They never did anything but occupy time and keep me company. They were all I ever had. All I still have. Now that the store may go out of business I feel like I’m losing my family and friends. I love all my books. Being a book lover saved my life. I spent more time reading in the library than I did putting myself at risk in the streets. I was able to teach myself what I needed to pass my GED exam. The librarian, Evelyn, never turned me away. She could have and she should have. Homeless people are not usually welcome to squat in the public library for so long, but I think she knew I was not just using the place for shelter. One day she came to me with a registration card for the GED and told me to go take it. All I had to do was show up. It was all paid for. She also allowed me to use her personal address on the paperwork since I didn’t have one. I owe a lot to every book I’ve ever cracked open. That’s why I love them.” I sure as hell hope he remembers what I said about apologies and how I despise them or I am going to regret opening my mouth about my screwed up childhood.
“You have a dirty mouth don’t you,” he says in a manner saturated with innuendo. Hell, yes I have a dirty mouth. I will show him just how dirty it is if we can cut to the chase and get rid of some clothes. I have not been laid in weeks and I am getting impatient. I stand from my chair and skirt the edge of the coffee table to get to where he is seated.
“I don’t really feel like coffee and conversation anymore.” He stands and his body is so close to mine I can feel his warmth radiating outward. He leans in and his full lips brush against the rim of my ear.
“Then what would you like to have, Jo?” His warm breath lights my skin on fire and my core turns to molten hot, liquid arousal. Fuck, I want him between my thighs.
“What would you like?” I ask in a whisper.
“Would you like me to show you what I want?”
“Yes.” One of his hand snakes around my waist and he jerks me to him. My body crashes against his with such force that the air in my lungs evacuates in an instant. His other hand slowly makes its way up my spine, past the nape of my neck to my hair. His fingers tangle in my wavy brown locks and he pulls to force my head back just enough to give him my neck. His hot mouth lands on my neck and takes from me greedily. He kisses and licks at my skin. His mouth works a trail up my neck to my ear. He takes the lobe of my ear into his mouth and suckles just a moment then bites down lightly, coaxing a moan from me. His breathing it heavy and so is mine. I’m panting and wanton in his grips. My body is humming with need for him.
His hips are flush against my body and his erection is pressed against my stomach. It’s rock hard and pulsing. I can feel his cock twitching even through the cloth separating our bodies. I am helpless in his vice-like, dominating grip. His hand has not left my hair and I am pressed to him as close as I can get without having his cock filling me. Fuck I want to feel him in me. He keeps at his ministrations on my neck and ear. He switches sides and shows the other the same amount of attention. I am soaked for him. I can feel how slick he has made me. If he doesn’t take me soon I may beg for it and that is not my style at all. But, dammit this man does something to me that I’ve never experienced before. He keeps lapping at my neck and pulling my hair. His hips make one expert roll against my body. That’s it. Fuck it.
“Please.” He freezes and backs away marginally to look at me. Those warm honey eyes are my undoing. I place my palms against the firm wall of his chest and resort to begging. “Please,” I repeat sounding more desperate than the first time. He grabs me and pulls me to him harder than the first time and growls in my ear.
“I’m going to take you now. It’s going to be hard and rough. Get ready.” Another moan escapes my throat and I all but melt in his arms. He sweeps my body up into his arms and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist. He strides swiftly down the hall to his bedroom. He kicks the door open without regard and rushes me to his bed. He hasn’t kissed me yet and my lips are eager to taste him. He has me on the side of the bed. He slips his hand between my knees and I allow my thighs to spread for him invitingly. A low growl of appreciation rumbles through his chest again and damn it turns me on.
“Damon, pl-”
“Hush. Patience.” Oh for fuck sake. I am going to burst if he doesn’t take me now. He moves to stand between my thighs. I glance at his erection and my mouth waters to taste him. He slowly runs the palms of his hands up my thighs as he leans down to me. His lips are so close to mine. One hand grips my upper thigh hard as hell. It’s to the point of pain yet my core stirs deliciously. It’s the biggest contradiction. His other hand slips further up my thigh to the junction between my legs. He watches observantly as he completely dominates me. I have never allowed anyone to have such power over me, but I want Damon to take me. All of me. It feels good to let go right now. I have no rational explanation and at the moment, I really don’t give a fuck. I can only think of him. He has dominated me body and mind and I don’t want to do a damn thing to fight against it. This feels too good to deny him. His mouth is so close and I want his lips on mine. I want to feel all of him. One finger hooks into the tiny triangle of cloth that conceals my arousal and I hear a rip of fabric at the same time his mouth takes mine. His tongue slips over my lips the very same moment his finger slides into me. Fuck. I moan as his soft wet tongue slides against mine. A second finger slips into my channel. He has consumed my mouth so completely that I can barely breathe. His tongue delves deep. My hips undulate of their own volition and it speaks to him. He breaks our kiss and his fingers withdraw from me. I watch as he licks both fingers clean. Oh fuck that’s hot.
“The minute I saw you in that store, I tried to imagine how good you’d taste.” He pops a finger back into his mouth and slowly withdraws it.
“I wasn’t even close. You taste like perfection.”
“Fuck me.”
“Not yet,” he says as he flicks open the button and zipper of my short jean skirt. In one fell swoop, he frees me of my skirt and tattered panties. He hauls my legs up and my knees are nearly touching my chest.
“Hold your legs and whatever you do, don’t let go until I tell you to.” I nod in understanding. What the fuck is he going to do? I should feel slightly shy being perched so openly on the side of his bed, but I have no shame. I am too hot for him to feel anything but turned on. He gives me a devilish half smile as he stands back for a moment and admires the position I am in. I still don’t feel embarrassed. I feel aroused. Very, very, aroused. Before I can draw in my next breath He bends at the waist and his hands grip my hips and his mouth lands on my drenched center. Oh damn. He groans and the low pitch of his voice vibrates through his chest, past his lips, and right against my needy flesh.
I whimper and writhe beneath his mouth. His grip on my hips tightens painfully yet again my core stirs deliciously. It’s so fucking baffling. His lips kiss me then I feel his tongue dart past his lips and into me. He licks and laps at me. Fast, then slow. Deep strokes of his tongue against my inner walls and short, shallow flicks at my opening build me to climax in no time. I feel like I am on the edge of bliss. He plunges two fingers back inside me as his attention hones in on my clit. His mouth covers the tightly grouped bunch of pulsing nerves and I moan loudly. The grip on my legs slips and they drop a fraction. His mouth leaves my clit and his fingers withdraw.
“Oh fuck, please don’t stop,” I plead. I glance at him as I pant and work at catching my breath. He draws the zipper of his jeans down and hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and frees his erection. He kicks away his jeans and underwear. Holy shit! His cock is perfect. It’s thick and long and everything I could want. His skin is pink and looks soft. I want to touch his rigid pulsing length. I want to slip it into my mouth and taste him.
“I told you not to let go of your legs didn’t I?” What? Is he seriously going to yell at me for getting lost in the moment?
Before I can say a damn thing he wrenches me up from the bed and whirls me around. He pulls my shirt over my head and hooks his finger into my bra strap. He pulls it back and the elastic then releases it. The strap pops against my skin. I jump mostly out of surprise. He leans into me. His erection presses against my backside.
“I told you not to let go.”
“I know.”
“I told you this would be rough. Are you ready?”
“Fuck yes.”
“You have a filthy mouth.” I glance back just in time to see him finish rolling a condom down the length of his erection. “Get ready, Jo.”
A moment of worry comes over me. What if he hurts me? What if he is some weirdo freak who does strange shit in the bedroom? I’m okay with rough sex, but if things get weird I don’t know if I can fight him off. He leans over and brushes his lips against the rim of my ear again. It sends chills skating over my body and all worry-some thoughts have disappeared.
“You’re safe with me.” I believe him and it is absurd. I have nothing to base that off of. I don’t know why, but damn I feel safe with him. I can’t explain it. All I know if he feels exquisite and I trust him with my body. I nod and his fingers go back to my opening from behind. He smoothes my arousal over me.
“So wet.” He nudges the wide tip of his cock at my opening. I inch my legs even further apart for him. The head of his erection slips like silk over my flesh and he pauses poised at my opening with just the tip in me.
“Tell me what you want,” He demands and I don’t hesitate.
“I want you. I want your cock,” I whine.
“Tell me you’re ready for me.”
“Please, I’m ready for you,” He eases into me a little more, then withdraws to just the tip again. I whimper, desperate for more. Suddenly he slams into me and sheaths his entire thick, pulsing length with my greedy body. His cock knocks the wind out of me and I gasp to regain my breath. I can feel the tip of his erection bump against the depths of me. It’s a feeling that I have never experienced before and the thought of him being the first to fill me so completely is exhilarating. He rears back and hauls right back into me with astounding power. He pulls out and plows through me again. Each deep thrust knocks the wind from me and I struggle to take even short choppy breaths. One of his hands slips around my side and he presses his palm low on my abdomen. His other hand presses against the small of my back. He holds me immobile in this position while he drives into me over and over. With his hand pressing against my stomach I can feel the tip of his cock butting against the end of me even more. It’s a strong sensation of pleasure, and pain.
“You like it, don’t you?” He grunts into my ear. Hell yes I like it. I fucking love it. He is the best lover I have ever had, hands down. Without warning, he freezes in place and the hand on the small of my back disappears only to reappear with a hard smack across my bare, perched up ass. I gasp.
“Oh fuck, that’s hot.”
“Tell me,” he demands. I comply instantly. I would do anything right about now just to get him to move in me again.
“I love it,” I blurt. His warm palm sweeps over my reddened ass and my insides stir with renewed desire. On a groan he buries himself inside me again. I shiver as he starts to move again. His thrusts become harder and even faster than before. My feet are no longer on the ground. My legs are spread wide. My knees bent so that my feet go skyward. He grips his hands hard onto my hipbones and pulls me to him as he thrusts forward. I feel weightless like this. I fist my hands into his bedding as my stomach clenches down deep. Electricity begins coursing from the tips of my fingers and toes to meet in a violent climactic crash in my center. My body grabs at his erection. I gasp and shudder. Every muscle tightens and pleasure consumes me completely. My eyes roll back and he crashes into me once more then groans and grunts as his own release takes him over the edge.
“Damon!” I scream with what little breath and energy is left in me. All else has been exhausted. My body quivers and quakes in his grips. He stays planted within me as he leans forward to rest his chest against my back. I can feel the mist of sweat across his skin and the pounding of his heart. I begin coming down from my blissful orgasm. I am so spent I feel unable to move an inch. Now is usually the point at which I gather my clothes and say “see you never again”, but I can’t seem to speak a word. Maybe he will say it. He stays where he is for a few more moments while we both catch our breath and slow our hearts. He finally pulls out of me and turns me to face him. His erection has not gone anywhere and damn my horny self for wanting more of him.
I open my mouth to speak but he puts his big hand over my mouth before I can form my lame ass, awkward post hook-up speech. He shakes his head side to side.
“No. This isn’t what you’re thinking.” So awkward. He walks into what looks like his bathroom and reappears a moment later. We stand before each other completely naked. This is the worst part about one time hook-ups. There is always the awkward post-sex chat. It sometimes makes me want to quit doing this and just give a relationship a shot. The idea of it scares the shit out of me, but this hooking up thing is getting old. Not to mention the fact that I have never been
this
lucky before. Damon is the best I have ever had. The idea of sleeping with someone with less sexual prowess than Damon depresses me even further.
“Listen, I get it. It’s no big deal. I’m not the type of woman who equates sex with a relationship. This was a one-time thing,” I move to recover my clothing and his arms scoop me up from my feet and body slams me to his mattress. I bounce high off the plush bedding and he is quick to cover my body with his.