I nod and slip my fingers under his waistband, right at the small of his back. His pants are too tight for me to do more than just tease the top of his ass cheeks, but that’s fine. I’ll have plenty of time to have fun when I’ve got him spread out and ready for me.
“I thought it was just a reaction to what happened and it was a one-off,” I tell him. “But then I thought about you again the next time, and I never stopped thinking about you.”
He gently slides his fingers through my hair, his expression soft. “I thought about you while I was jerking off that night too. And pretty much every time since.” He huffs out a laugh. “And I kinda figured you weren’t completely straight after the AV party.”
“Yeah, it’s hard to tell myself I’m not into dick when I jerked you off in the middle of a party.” Gently, I pull my hand out from his waistband and slide my palms up his back so I can curl my hands over his shoulders.
He lets me guide him down, and I let out a little sigh when our lips meet again.
His kisses are soft and sweet and achingly perfect, but I can feel his urgency growing as they slowly shift until they’re hard and deep and have a wild edge to them that makes my rock-hard dick pulse with need.
Needing more, I grip him by the shoulders and toss him to the side.
He falls onto the couch with a startled cry as his back bounces off the soft cushions.
Before he’s even finished settling, I’m on my knees and between his thighs as I shove his legs apart.
He stares up at me, and the mix of fear and excitement in his expression sets my blood on fire.
With fumbling hands and zero chill, I rip his pants open and yank them down over his hips. He makes a move like he’s going to help me, but drops his hands and waits as I work his pants down his thighs. I have to get up from the couch to pull them down his legs, and it takes a few moments to get his boots and socks off, but when they’re on the floor, I strip his pants off and toss them aside.
Damon lies on the couch passively, letting me look at him as I kneel between his spread thighs and trace my gaze over every inch of him.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell him, gently running my hands up his legs and over his hips.
“Have you looked in a mirror recently?” he asks with a teasing smile. “I don’t know what genetic lottery you and your cousins hit, but you all look like supermodels.”
A curl of jealousy snakes through my stomach. “You think my cousins are hot?”
He grins, his eyes shining with mischief. “Objectively, yes. But they don’t even come close to you.”
The jealousy inside me cools, and I almost laugh at how ridiculous I’m being. I know my cousins are hot, and it would actually be strange if Damon didn’t think so too.
In all the years I’ve been hooking up, I’ve never been jealous over anyone. I’ve never given a shit if my partner talks about other guys or hooks up with someone else when we’re done.
But even the mere mention of my cousins’ looks was enough to make me jealous, and the thought of Damon even thinking about anyone else, let alone being with another person, makes me not only incredibly jealous but also angry as fuck.
Leaning over him, I plant my hands beside his arms and cage him in with my body. “Have you been with anyone else since we started hooking up?”
His answer, whatever it is, won’t change anything, but I need to know for sure either way.
He grips my hips and looks me right in the eye. “Not since before the rave.” He flicks his lip ring with his tongue a few times. “Have you?” he asks hesitantly.
“No, not since before the rave.”
His expression relaxes, and he arches into me. “Do you want to be with anyone else now that we’ve…?”
I shake my head. “I don’t share,” I tell him. “Blame it on being an only child, but I don’t like when people touch my stuff.”
He laughs. “Good, because I don’t like when people touch my stuff, either.”
Leaning down, I press a few soft kisses against his lips, but before either of us can get too into things, I pull away and sit back on my heels.
“You’re wearing too many clothes,” I tell him and hook my fingers over the waistband of his silky black briefs.
He smiles and flicks his gaze to my waist. “You’re wearing more than me,” he points out.
“We’ll fix that,” I assure him and lean down so I can press a soft kiss against the head of his cock.
