“Come here,” he growled, placing his large hand on my wrist and tugging me closer. I climbed onto his lap, and his hands settled on my thighs. His rough touch sent another wave of lust through my bloodstream. “Climb up, angel. Ride me until you fall apart.”
I didn’t wait, only hesitated slightly when I lifted my hips above him. The first press of his length to my entrance stretched me wider than I’d ever been, almost like we’d never fit together. “Damien, I?—”
Just as I gave up hope, Damien surged forward, kissing my chest and my breasts. His mouth encircled one of my tender buds, and his teeth skated along its skin. A breath rushed out of my lungs as he paid the same attention to the other, coaxing me into a suspended state of euphoria. Just as my head fell back to allow him more access to my chest, his arm wrapped around my middle, bringing me down further onto his length. My mouth fell open as I worked him, swiveling my hips so I could take more each time I lowered myself. Sweat coated our bodies as Damien’s mouth and hands worked my body, helping me take him fully.
“Take me, Brianna.” His eyes bore into mine with an intensity I’d never seen before. “Take all of me. Every last fucking inch.”
“I…” My words came out breathless. “I don’t know if I can.”
“Yes, you can. You will.” His hand gripped my ass, moving me with a newfound vigor. “You look too good taking my cock to stop now. Now, be a good fucking girl and sink down on top of me. Let me give youeverything and more.”
That command was enough to loosen the last of my restraints. I leaned forward, my nails digging into the hard planes of his pecs. There’d be scratches there tomorrow, but I couldn’t bring myself to care. The idea of Damien wearing marks I’d left on his skin only turned me on more.
“Fuck, Bri,” Damien panted as his fingers dug into my hips. “God, who the hell knew you were hiding all this under that shy smile.”
I let out a moan, loving how his words emboldened my moves. As much as I tried to push Todd out of my mind right now—I didn’t want to sour this experience—I couldn’t help but compare the two. Todd was always quiet, and I never knew if he liked what I was doing, much less sang my praises. To hear that Damien loved what my body did to him made pleasure curl through my bones, making me almost weightless. As my pussy gripped him tightly, I let out a spluttered curse. “Damien, I’m going to?—”
“I’ve got you, angel. Give me everything. I want you dripping on my thighs.”
With that, I crashed over the edge, nothing graceful or subtle about the way I came for this man. For a moment, white spots blurred my vision, and I surrendered to the pleasure cascading through my limbs. It was everything—the piece I’d been missing for so long. It was like it broke the last tether of my old life, and I knew I’d never settle for anything less again.
As soon as my mind climbed out of the clouds, Damien roared out his own release, screaming my name into the night sky. He’d come unleashed, and his groans of pleasure echoed through my chest like a medal of honor. I’d made this man—the one who made legends cower when he walked onto the baseball field—lose all control. His fingers dug into my skin, his touch almost painful, but I loved every second.
When he came down from his high, Damien’s eyes met mine, and something like adoration flashed backat me. His eyes flickered down to my lips, and for a moment, I wondered what it would be like to have his mouth on mine. But we couldn’t—he wouldn’t. That was the one line Damien had drawn, and I had to respect it. Besides, it wasn’t like this was relationship, or the start of anything meaningful between us. Damien might have shattered all my past sexual experiences, but he was only mine for the night.
I’d just broken free of the chains of one man; no way I’d willingly surrender control to another, no matter how amazing the sex had been.
Slowly, I climbed off his lap, collapsing onto the pillows by his side. Damien just watched me, his eyes tracking every inch of my still-bare skin. As the sex haze wore off, self-consciousness wrapped over me. This man might have seen every inch of my body before, but that was when we were hooking up. Now, it made me feel vulnerable, like he’d switch his words since he’d gotten what he’d wanted.
I chewed my lower lip. “If you want to grab a shower before you go, you can use mine.”
Damien chuckled as he rolled over, kissing my bare shoulder. “No need, angel. I’ll wait until the morning.”
“Are you sure? That was—” I cut off, unsure how to finish the sentence.
“I’m positive,” Damien said as he shifted to the side of the bed. He grabbed my ankle, dragging me closer as he lowered onto his knees.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I asked.
He arched his brow. “You agreed on one night, remember?” I nodded. He looked over my shoulder at the sheer curtains covering my window. “Don’t see any daylight yet, angel. We still have a few more hours together,and I have every intention of going until you can’t take anymore.”
I groanedwhen I woke the next morning, my head still fuzzy. Damien kept me up most of the night, making me come more times than I ever had in my life. After the fifth mind-bending orgasm, I crashed—hard. If it weren’t for the lingering ache, I would have chalked it up to a drunken sex dream. But even hours after Damien headed to his room, the space between my legs felt used and worshipped. God, what I wouldn’t give for a bath right now.
When Todd and I bought our house, I’d always dreamed of an antique clawfoot tub. It was the one thing on my wishlist, but it never came to be, pushed aside for more practical things—like Todd’s gym. Annoyance prickled through my skin, hating that my thoughts turned to him at every chance. Maybe this was the penance for walking away from your decade-long relationship—it tainted every new thought, every piece of your new life.
I turned over onto the spare pillow. Even though I had an entire bed to myself now, I still slept in a ball, uncomfortable if not tucked into the corner. When I’d last closed my eyes, Damien had been there, watching me as I drifted off to sleep. All I’d felt was a light kiss on my shoulder when he left, but I had no idea what time he’d left. He’d made good on his promise—the sun was rising when I tapped out. He’d wrung every ounce of pleasure from my body, and its effects would haunt me for days.
Reluctantly, I climbed out of my bed, stretching my arms over my head. I walked into the ensuite bathroom, checking myself out in the mirror. I ran my fingers overthe marks on my hips and thighs. It was a reminder of last night; I hadn’t imagined Damien. They’d already begun to fade, and I hated it, wanting to hold on a little longer.
After grabbing a quick shower, scrubbing the remnants of last night from my skin, I headed into the sitting area, in desperate need of caffeine. I had a few hours before I needed to head over to the airport, and I was planning on using every moment to relax until it was time.
Thank goodness it was the summer, and even when we got back, I had weeks before I had to think about returning to work. On school days, I was up before the sun, needing to get everything settled before the kids arrived.
As a special education teacher, my job was almost always in flux, especially now that Hadley had left to pursue her dream of opening an early childhood center.
Every year, I’d change grade levels, fitting in wherever they needed a co-teacher. I was at the mercy of the general education teachers, with them deciding who wanted to take on the added responsibility in their classroom. Most years, it worked out well. I’d worked at the school for eight years and had good relationships with most of my colleagues. My work ethic spoke for itself, and I’d dedicated myself to my students. However, I had a couple of colleagues I’d never gotten along with, our personalities and disciplines too different.
The worst one? Brad Fitzman. He was the type of teacher who made a mockery of our profession. After almost a decade of working together, I couldn’t find a redeeming quality in him.
