“Who says you can’t do anything about it?” He raises one eyebrow and reaches between our bodies so he can cup my cock.
“Mmmmmm,” I rumble out a low moan at the teasing touch. “You’re not sore?”
“Nope.” He shifts closer and rubs his hand over my length. “And it wouldn’t matter if I was because I like when I can feel you after.” His teasing look melts into what I can only describe as a smolder. “And I’m yours, aren’t I? That means you can do whatever you want to me.”
Dark possession and primal desire flood my system like a levy breaking, and I roll us over so I’m on top and pressing Damon into the mattress.
“Take my dick out,” I tell him as I settle between his spread legs.
Grinning like the cat that ate the canary, he obeys and gives me a few quick strokes.
Reaching between us with one hand, I shove his underwear down so they’re sitting under his ass and his cock is trapped between our bodies.
“Take them off.”
We have to wiggle and shift around so he can get the briefs down his legs, and I strip off mine at the same time. When we’re both naked, I reach over and snap off the bedside light.
Fucking him earlier under the glow of the firelight was incredible, and I loved every second of getting to see him, but the dark can be fun too, and it seems like Damon is on the same page when his breathing picks up and I feel him shudder against me.
“Spread those legs nice and wide for me,” I tell him, my voice a low rasp as I reach between us and press one finger against his hole.
He’s still soft from earlier, but I don’t have any more lube, and as far as I know, there’s none in the cabin.
“Tell me right now if you meant it when you said you like to feel me after,” I say and gently trace my finger over his entrance.
“I like it,” he says, his voice already breathy and wrecked.
“Do you want my fingers first?”
“No, want you right now.”
Taking him at his word, I spit into my hand and quickly rub it over my cock.
“Is this what you want?” I ask as I guide my cockhead to his waiting hole.
He makes an affirmative sound and arches into me.
I gently press my cock against his hole and dip inside him. “Now wrap your legs around me like the good slut you are.”
He immediately locks his legs around my waist, and I slowly push into him.
He’s still stretched and ready after what happened on the couch, and I slide into him with far less resistance than I expected.
“Jesus, you feel good,” I whisper, my lips next to his ear as the warm heat of him wraps around my dick. “You’re mine,” I practically snarl when more of that possessive desire curls around in my chest.
He scratches his nails down my back hard enough I draw in a hissing breath at the stings of pain, and the trails of fire merge with the overwhelming pleasure of being inside him again to create something addictive and intoxicating.
“And you’re mine.” He arches into me, forcing my dick to slide a bit deeper inside him. “Now fuck me like you mean it.”
The last of my self-control breaks, and I start thrusting, snapping my hips as I drive into him over and over again.
I know I’m probably going too fast and too hard, but Damon just clings to me, and the little mewling sounds and bitten words of encouragement falling from his lips spur me on.
“That’s it,” I half say, half grunt as I pound into him so hard we bounce on the hard mattress. “Let me hear how much you love when I fuck you.”
His cries get louder, and each one sends a little rush of desire and pleasure through me.
I usually have no trouble lasting and my stamina is damn good, if I do say so myself. But all that goes out the window when I’m with Damon, and I find myself hurtling toward my release far too soon.
