And as if I was the lightest thing in the world, made from nothing but pillow feathers or clouds, he grabbed the back of my legs and lifted me effortlessly. Not wasting any time, he lined us up and thrust into me.
He dropped his chin and groaned into my neck as I let my head fall to my shoulder. I was dizzy from the fullness and the pleasure, wanting nothing more than for him to continue.
He pushed me against the door while holding my weight and began moving inside me. I could barely hear the anarchy outside as Shinedown walked onto the stage and the crowd screamed. I was lost in my own world where the only people that existed were me and Damien. Touching each other, pleasuring each other… loving each other.
“This won’t last long. You feel too fucking good.” Impatience echoed in his voice as his moves became desperate.
He needed this as much as I did.
“Come on, baby girl. Come for me.”
Damien ran his hand down to my clit and began rubbing tirelessly. My orgasm ripped through me. I grit my teeth as I arched into him, my pussy tightening around him, before I cried out a jumbled mix of words.
“Good girl,” he growled before his body tensed as he spilled himself inside me.
Damien met my forehead with his, panting. “I don’t think this could ever get old.”
I pushed out a laugh. “I think I agree with you.”
He gave me a quick peck before pulling his cock out and setting me gently on the floor. I was unsteady from the blood rush as my dress fell to its place above my knee.
Damien pulled something out of his pocket and squatted down to pull the hem of my dress up once again and wiped his cum off my inner thigh.
“Such agentleman.”
He answered by flashing me a big smile with that twinkle in his eyes that made every girl within a ten-mile radius drop their panties.
Tossing it in the trash can by the door, he zipped up his pants.
Speaking of…“I can’t find my panties.”
Damien said nothing as he reached into his back pocket and pulled them out. “I don’t plan on giving them back, either. I think this is good compensation for a hoodie, don’t you?”
I raised an eyebrow, crossing my arms. “So, you’re okay with me running around with no panties on? Knowing a breeze might flip up my dress at any moment, and everyone would see my goods?”
His grin deepened. “All that does is guarantee I’ll be walking around with a raging hard on until I can leave. And leaving will happen as soon as I convince the guys we need our beauty rest, and I can claim that beautiful pussy of yours once again.”
“How do you know I don’t plan on staying with Liam tonight?”
Damien stepped into me, into my space, pushing me against the door he’d fucked me against only moments ago. “Because. You came here for me. You are mine until you leave.” He cupped my pussy through my dress, and I swear she was the biggest traitor of them all. I was dripping once again from his words and the way he was laying claim to me, to my body.
“And,” he growled. “If anyone sees your ‘goods’, I’ll be sure to show them exactly who they belong to.”
“Fine,” I said, my entire body heating from within. “I’ll make sure Liam knows I’ve changed my mind.”
“Mm-hmm. You do that.”
Damien licked his way into my mouth again, leaving me panting and wanting to make out like we werefifteen in this closet for however long it took for me to climb him like the tower he was.
But I was disappointed when he reached for the door handle and opened it just enough to let in some light and noise from the stage.
“The door was unlocked the whole time?”
His devious smile was back. “Yep.”
And then he was gone, and I was horny and gaping as the door latched close.
Had I really just fucked Damien Walker, a musician, in the closet at a music venue? Was I insane?
