God, what’s with that voice that’s so soft and gentle that it’s hardly intimidating? What’s alarming is that I obey. My chest vibrates and my lip wobbles, but I do as he says, scrambling to throw my clothes off.
I spread my legs as he grabs his wallet from his pants. He fumbles with it a bit—cute—before pulling out a packet of lube and a condom. A chill runs down my spine when his gaze collides with mine.
Show me what you’ve got, ex-hockey player,I want to taunt.
Then he’s hovering over me, our bodies colliding, as he wraps long fingers around my cock and strokes it. The sound that I let out isn’t one I’ve heard before.
Damon’s slow. He’s slower than I’m used to, which is perplexing to me considering this is supposed to be a one-night stand. It’s supposed to be a meeting between two strangers who will never see each other again. I know it’s selfish, but to me, that means getting ourselves off quickly. It should be quick and dirty.
Clearly, Damon didn’t get the memo.
Has he never done this before? Doesn’t he know he shouldn’t take his time, that he shouldn’t think about my comfort this much? The way he touches me like I’m fragile makes me want to scream, and I want to insist that he hurry it up—but I can’t even do that, because apparently, my body likes it. It likes the lazy way he touches me, the way he flicks lightly at my nipple as he works me open with way more lube than necessary.
“Damon,” I whine. “You can go faster. I’ve done this before. You can put one more finger in.”
“No,” he says, and I almost cry. “That’s not how I do things.”
Thisisn’t how I do things.
He’s got two fingers in me, stretching me lazily. I swear he’s missing my prostate on purpose, because he’s hitting everythingbutit. And why does he have to watch me the entire time? He keeps his eyes on me, his mouth in a half-smile.
When he finally brushes over that spot in me, my mouth drops open and my back arcs.
And he smirks.
He’sdefinitelyplaying with me.
I drag my nails down his arms. “Please. Please, please. Come on.”
Damon lets out a huff, smiling, and I relax when I finally see him pull the condom on.
At the back of my mind, I realize I’ve never begged anyone like this. Never. I’m always the one in control. The thought should make me panic. This night is becoming more alarming for a lot of reasons, and even if it’s not unpleasant—it’s actually the exact opposite—it still makes me realize that,shit,I should have agreed to give him my number. I’m pretty sure I’m about to get the railing of my life.
“You ready?” Damon asks, his hands dragging down my sides as he tugs me toward him.
I blink at him.
I need to get a grip.
“Like this,” I say, and with shaky limbs, I flip over and get on my knees. It’s for my own self-preservation. I think I’m actually starting to like this guy, and it’s time to fix that—time to put my defenses back in place and make this as impersonal as possible.
Damon sighs. “This is how you want to do it?”
“Yes.”
I’m not sure if he’s disappointed, but I can’t see his face to read his expression which was the whole point of this. He shifts closer to me and puts a hand on the base of my spine, trailing his palm upward before stopping between my shoulder blades.
“You’re really trying to make this as detached as possible, huh?” he asks. “Who hurt you?”
“Nobody,” I say defensively. “I just like it this way.”
Enough with the sweet nicknames and the caresses. Enough with making me regret not giving him my number and imposing my no-kiss rule. I barely know the guy past his name. Because that’s how it goes—fuck me and fuck off.
“All right,” he says. “I’ll give you what you want.”
And he does. Damon shoves me down. A surprised sound escapes me as my face is pressed against the mattress, and his huge cocks slips into me—no preamble, and no more of him treating me like I’m fragile. We both groan loudly at the sametime, andyes.This is what I want. I’m getting split open and he isn’t even moving yet.
And when he moves, he does it with force. Damon thrusts into me, deep, and I feel the drag of his cock in me. I clutch at the sheets and let out the filthiest moan I’ve ever heard escape me, and it makes Damon let out a laugh.
