“We never talked about sleeping over. I really should have left last night.”
Damien groaned, running his lips over my shoulder. “Maybe. But you’re here now, so why not make the most of it?”
I chuckled as he lifted the sheet, twisting my body so it fit perfectly under his. His gaze turned from tired to turned on in a matter of seconds as he took in my naked body. He smirked as he trailed the back of his fingers along the center of my chest. “Desperate for me, angel? Thought you’d be sore from last night.”
“A little,” I said, squirming for his hand to continue itspath. But he kept up the light strokes, enough to set my blood on fire but not nearly close enough to do anything about it. “Damien, please, touch me.”
“Not yet,” he said, his eyes lifting to meet mine. “First, I want to hear something else from that list of yours.”
My cheeks darkened. I was going to murder Ollie. Slowly. Painfully. But as Damien’s thumb traced the outline of my nipple, all violent thoughts flew out the door. He leaned down and sucked the bud into his mouth, teasing me with his tongue and light scrapes of his teeth. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Bri.” He moved to the other side. “I want this to be fun for you, and I’m enough of a bastard to admit I want to show you new things, want to watch as you learn what turns you on.”
“Why?”
He chuckled as his lips skimmed my stomach. “It fucking turns me on, angel. Corrupting you. Watching you find your pleasure. I already told you, there’s nothing sexier in the world than when you demand what you want.” He leaned back on his haunches, staring at my aching core. Even though he’d barely touched me, slickness drenched my thighs, desperate for him to show me everything. “If you want me to touch you, Bri. You’re going to tell me exactly what you want me to do.”
Swallowing the last hint of my pride, I sat up and faced him. Damien just smiled, which made me instantly relax. Even in our short time together, he’d never judged me, never made it seem wrong to want more from sex. To crave his touch everywhere, not because it was expected, but because I desired it.
“I want your mouth,” I said, refusing to back down from his stare. The sides of his mouth tickedup, and my heart swelled, knowing it pleased him when I used my voice. “More than that—I want to sit on your face. It’s number three on my list.”
Fresh shame washed over me, shocked that those words had willingly come out of my mouth. For a moment, Damien’s face twisted, and I thought I’d gone too far. At least, until he smiled back at me like I’d just made his day.
“Fuck yes, Brianna.” He shifted me to the side of the bed then pushed the pillows away so he could lie flat on his back. Grabbing my hip with one hand, he guided me to straddle his chest. I paused, searching his eyes for any doubt. “Brianna, climb on. I’m fucking starving for you.”
“Are you sure I won’t hurt you?”
“Trying not to be insulted here, angel.” Damien chuckled as his fingers teased me. “But no, you won’t hurt me. Ride my face, Bri. Use my tongue to get yourself off.”
“And you’ll like that?”
Damien’s hand shot out and grabbed my wrist, directing me toward his full and heavy cock. “More than you even know. I’m about to come just from the mental picture. Now, climb on, angel. Make my whole fucking day.”
Ignoring my inner voice, I shifted to hover above Damien. The last thing I saw before he slammed my core onto his mouth was his wicked grin, one that promised untold pleasure. I reached out, gripping the headboard as he explored me. There was no apprehension or unease with each swipe of his tongue, only the sounds of his enjoyment. It was enough to push me out of my head, instead focusing on the pleasure his tongue brought. When he thrust his fingers inside me, my back arched, and my eyes slammed shut.
Pleasure climbedinside me, coiling until it became too tight to even breathe. But Damien’s touch never faltered, and when his tongue traced my clit, stars swarmed my vision. Nothing else existed—not the city, not our friends. The entire world could have melted away outside Damien’s apartment, and I would’ve been blissfully unaware, too busy riding the high he’d gifted me.
His tongue never stopped as I pulsed around him. When my body collapsed onto the bed next to him, Damien turned and nuzzled my neck, his lips leaving a trail along my flushed skin. For a moment, I almost turned my head—almost captured his lips to taste my pleasure on his tongue.
But that was a line we’d established early on, one I refused to break. After all, Damien was helping me, showing me all the different methods of pleasure I’d never experienced. Breaking his one boundary seemed like a pretty shitty way to thank him.
Glancing down at his lap, I shifted to face him, my hand on his aching cock. I don’t think I’d ever get used to his size, the way my fingers stretched and still didn’t fit around his girth. Just as I shifted lower, Damien placed his hand on top of mine.
“You don’t have to do that, Brianna.”
I arched a brow back at him. “Who said anything about having to do it? Maybe I want you in my mouth, especially after that epic orgasm.”
Damien leaned down and traced my lower lip with his thumb. “You sure? This isn’t that kind of situation, angel. I didn’t eat your pussy because I expected anything in return. I wanted to do it, wanted you to soak my face. Not because of anything else.”
His words made me pause, searching my mind for my motivation. Sure, there wasa part of me that wanted to even the score, but it wasn’t the reason I was dying to sink to my knees. No, that was all Damien. There was something so empowering about bringing this man to the brink, knowing I was the one making him come undone.
I pressed my hand against his chest, forcing him flat back against the mattress again. “You aren’t the only one who gets off on making someone come.” My hand wrapped around his cock as I shifted to kneel. “You make me feel so good, Damien. I want to do that for you, need to make you fall apart.” I pressed a light kiss to the head of his cock. “Can I?”
Damien growled as his hand jutted out, grabbing a section of my hair in his fist. It stung in the best way, making me come a little more alive. “You never have to beg for my dick, Bri. You can do whatever you want to me. Trust me, I want it all.”
My hand reached out, tracing the thick vein that lined his underside. Damien shuddered, and I smirked, loving his visceral reactions to my touch. Leaning down, I traced the tip with my tongue, the salty taste of his pre-cum coating my mouth. “Stop teasing me,” Damien said, his voice strained. “Need to see those lips wrapped around my cock, angel.”
I did as he commanded, taking as much as I could as I worked the rest with my hand. Damien tried to hold back, but when I dug my nails into his thigh, his thrusts deepened, knocking into the back of my throat. I swallowed him down, resisting the urge to gag on his length. I risked looking up at him, finding his dark eyes staring at me in wonder. “Where the fuck did you come from, Bri? And why the hell are you so perfect?”
I hummed my approval at his words, continuing to work him even as my jaw ached. With a few more roughthrusts, Damien spilled inside me, not taking his eyes off me as I swallowed down his release. When I pulled back, a little trickled from the edge of my mouth. He reached down, collecting it with his thumb before pressing it back onto my tongue. “Perfection,” he muttered. “Absolute fucking perfection. You’ve ruined me, Brianna.”
