“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I whine.
“All right, baby.”
Not the damn nicknames again—but my dick seems to like it, judging from how it leaks.
With a tight grip on my hips, Damon thrusts into me. He sets a pace that makes me drunk with pleasure, makes me feel as if I’m floating. It halts what little coherent thoughts were still swimming in my mind. I don’t realize I’m sobbing until I buckle, my knees giving out. Damon lets out a surprised, harsh chuckle at that. Next thing I know, he’s got an arm around my chest, heaving me up. A warm mouth presses against my neck, and I curse when his thrusts slow down.
“No!” I yell. “Don’t stop.”
“Geeze,” he says. I don’t miss the humor in his tone. “You’re something else, aren’t you?”
He’ssomething else.
Damon listens to me, though. He holds me up, one arm around my torso and another gripping my neck. He plasters his damp body against mine, once again fucking me with a tenacity that makes my whole body weak.
“Yes, yes,” I grit out. “That’s it.”
“Yeah?” he gasps. “You like this?”
I don’t know what I respond to that. A string of words come out of my mouth, but even I can’t make sense of them. I close my eyes tight and lean my head back against his shoulder, gasping. Damon pegs my prostate, again and again, and fire pools low in my abdomen. Trembling, I reach for my cock, wanting that finalpush—only for Damon to make a tutting sound. He knocks my hand away and wraps his fingers around my length, stroking me deep and tight.
“Oh, god, fuck,” I ramble as I fuck into his hand. I’m not even moving. He’s the one doing all the work, snapping his hips against mine and making me thrust into his hand as it slides down my cock at the same time.
My orgasm hits me, and the pleasure is so immense I swear I almost black out. Damon follows me not long after, his movements becoming more erratic. He groans my name when he comes, his arms wrapping around me. His hand, sticky with my cum, leaves a trail in its wake as he claws down my hip.
And maybe I do black out, because when my brain starts working again, I’m on my back on the bed. Damon’s rearranging my limbs, and I think he’s making sure I’m comfortable. He wipes his hands and my dick with the blanket, and I make a mental note to clean the sheets in the morning.
I blink at him, eyes half lidded, as he throws the condom away. His face is flushed and his hair is damp with sweat, and oh mygod.He’s so fucking hot. It’s dark in the room but I can see the outline of his amazing body.
Thank God I went out tonight. First day back in Florida?Perfect.
“I’m guessing you want me to go,” he says, voice low. “But can I catch my breath for a minute?”
“Yes,” I say. I move aside a bit, giving him space, and pat the bed. “Come here. Rest a bit.”
His eyes widen slightly, but he recovers quickly, and the bed dips as he gets in beside me. His shoulder hits mine, and I lean the side of my head against his. Sue me, he’s warm and he smells good. Damon doesn’t say a thing about it.
“Haven’t really done that in a long while,” he says. His chest expands with every short breath, and I eye him as he runs hisfingers through his hair. “Hooking up with someone I just met, I mean.”
“Any regrets? I know it’s not everyone’s thing.”
He turns to me, smiling. “No regrets.”
I smile back at him.
We lie there in silence for a while, our breathing the only sound in the room.
“I’m going to kill it on my first day of work,” I say. “I told myself that if I found a hot guy to fuck me tonight, then that’s only the start of amazing things to come.”
He laughs. “You’re welcome, I guess?”
“Thank you.”
Damon turns to his side, facing me, and I have no choice but to meet his gaze. He smiles and runs his fingers down my arm. “I’ll leave in a bit, okay? Do you need anything?”
“I’m good.” I chew on my lip, contemplating my next words. His eyes drift down to my mouth. “You don’t have to go, though.”
“I got the impression that you prefer your hookups to not hang around.”
