“Oh, I don’t know, because if I screw up even the smallest detail of your day, I never hear the end of it. Not to mention I feel like I’m always doing or saying or wearing the wrong thing.”
“As long as you don’t wear pants, you can’t really go wrong.”
Did he…just make a joke? The fact that his lips are ticking ever so slightly upward in the corners tells me that maybe he did.
“I guess I just feel like I’m not good enough for any of this anymore. I feel like I am both in over my head and being heldback. I feel like I am one cold Americano away from being fired and one red bra away from being replaced.”
The last words are my most honest, and I feel like I just signed my resignation papers. Even though he told me to be honest, I literally just admitted to thinking I’m not good enough for the job. Plus, the tears running down my face and my distant attitude kind of put a damper on the mood at the Opal Room, enough so that we left before anything happened, which is a direct violation of the expectations of our agreement.
He’s going to leave. I can feel it. As Damien shifts his weight on the couch, his jaw tenses and untense in the corners, and I know for certain that he is going to–
Kiss me.
I’m caught off guard by Damien’s mouth covering mine in a hot, deep, bourbon-tasting kiss. I am in shock, so I just sit there, letting Damien’s tongue trace the outline of my lips in search of my tongue, willing it out.
He pulls back and looks at me almost as if to ask why I’m not kissing him back. I stare up at him, and a flicker of a smile crosses my mouth before disappearing again, and we kiss again. This time, I’m ready. This time, I’m hungry. This time I find myself giving up any reserve I had only thirty seconds ago.
I crawl onto his lap, and the kiss goes deeper, pushing boundaries and breaking walls around us. As I grind against him, knowing full well how hard I am making him, how wet his pants are getting from my already dripping pussy, I don’t care how many rules we are breaking. It’s almost as if this room, this little hidden secret within the Redwood doesn’t exist in the real world. Which means that anything that happens here will never leave, so there are no rules.
I push up on my knees for a second so Damien can hike my dress up above my hips. While I reach down to yank his slacks open, liberating his cock from its confinement, he playswith my clit through my panties, making me even wetter than I was before. After an impatient moment where clothes become a nuisance and a barrier, he simply rips them down the middle, grabs my hips, and shoves me down onto his dick.
“Fuck,” I let out as his cock drives all the way inside of me in one motion. The pain and pleasure wrap around one another, nearly blinding me in the process.
Damien bites his lip with an actual grin, and that alone is nearly enough to get me off.
“Is it too much, baby girl?” he asks.
“Never,” I tell him.
“You’re a sexy little minx,” he says as his hips rise up on the couch to drive himself deeper still. “A closet masochist…”
“Only for you,” I smirk, and his jaw unhinges at my words. Affirmation is his kink, which is easy and fun for me because it doesn’t take much. Who would have thought something so simple could bring a man like him to his knees?
“Fuck, baby. I love it when you talk dirty. It’s so hot,” he says, his voice low and gravelly.
“If you think my mouth is hot, you should try my pussy.” I say. Damien groans as I ride his dick harder and faster. My thighs begin to burn from the workout, but I don’t care. Between my need to get off and my need to please him, pain means nothing to me right now. Over and over again I grind into his dick, thrusting it deeper and deeper. With every drive, I moan both in pain and pleasure.
Damien grabs my bouncing tits and squeezes them together, caressing my nipples with his thumbs.
“Fuck,” I whimper, and he grins again.
“You don’t get to have all the fun,” he says as I continue to bounce on his lap. Then he covers one of my nipples with his mouth. I gasp as he nibbles on it with his teeth, gently at firstand then harder before his tongue lashes against it, teasing and flicking with enough force to make me come just from that.
I can tell he can’t hold out much longer. He groans against my breast and sucks hard before pulling back. Then he grabs my hips with both hands and rams them down hard, holding me in place while his hips do all the work, driving his hard cock harder and harder into me until I can literally feel his hot cum burst inside of me. We both cry out as he drips from my pussy. His hands, hot and wet from perspiration, struggle to hold my hips in place, so he digs his fingers into my skin.
Slowly we come to a stop, and I collapse against him, letting my forehead press against his. Damien’s eyes are closed as he breathes into my mouth. I smile while he struggles to catch his breath.
“You are incredible,” he says with his eyes still shut.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I say, running my hands down his torso. When I get to his waistline, I slip my hands into his slacks, wanting to feel the V of his muscles, wanting to feel the heat of his toned, tan skin.
Then…I stop.
On his hip is a small patch of freckles. They’re prominent enough to make out their design perfectly. Like a constellation of stars.
Gemini.
I pull away, sitting back on his lap. Damien is oblivious, and leans his head back against the couch, his hands still on my hips, his eyes still shut.
