Not willing to risk leaving him behind, I jam one hand between our bodies and grip his leaking cock. His piercing rubs against my hand as I stroke him in time with my thrusts, and I shift my hips a bit to make sure I’m hitting in exactly the right spot.
I looked up his piercing after I discovered it, and from what I’ve read, a frenum piercing is more decorative than functional, but Damon seems to like it as much as I do when I toy with it, so I pay extra attention to the little barbell as I jerk him off.
“Fuck, Xave. That’s it.” He tilts his head to the side, and I fit my mouth over his neck, right over the junction where his shoulder meets his throat. “Mark me,” he demands through his cries.
More of that possessive desire flows through me as I bite and suck on his skin. I’ve never been into marking, but I want to completely cover Damon with bites and hickeys so everyone knows he’s mine. And so he remembers this moment every time he looks in the mirror and sees my marks on his perfect skin.
Instead I settle for giving him a few small hickeys that are all clustered together so he’ll be able to hide them if he wants to.
Damon’s cries are nonsensical now, and I steel myself against my impending release as I fuck him like both of our lives depend on it.
Just as I can feel my orgasm creeping up on me like a storm about to break, he cries out and arches into me, his body shuddering and his ass squeezing tight around my cock as he erupts in my hand.
I hold out as long as I can and stroke him through it, then collapse on him with a guttural cry as I come so hard the world blinks in and out for a few seconds.
When I can think again, I turn my face and search out Damon’s lips. He kisses me back, but by the slow and almost stilted pace and delayed reaction time, I can tell he’s still deep in his pleasure.
That makes me smile against his mouth, and I keep kissing him as he slowly comes down from his release and enjoys the afterglow.
When he seems to come back to himself, I give him a few more soft kisses before finally pulling away.
“Am I too heavy?” I ask.
His arms tighten around my back. “No. I like it.”
A pleased sound rumbles out from deep in my chest, and I stay where I am for a few minutes, just enjoying the feeling of having him under and around me until my soft dick falls out of him.
“We should get some sleep,” I say softly.
“Yeah,” he mumbles.
I press one more kiss against his lips, then gently roll off him and pull him against my body so I’m spooning him.
He pulls my arms tighter around him and snuggles back against me.
“Goodnight,” I whisper into the dark.
“Night,” he murmurs, already sounding half asleep.
I listen as his breathing evens out and he grows heavy in my arms, and a sense of rightness settles over me.
It’s a bit surreal to think that a few hours ago I was out with my cousins, and now I’m in bed with Damon, and we’re together. But other than what happened with that asshole trying to kill him, I’m not mad about any of it.
I might not have expected this, but now that it’s happened, it feels like it was always meant to be.
And I will do everything in my power to make sure I never lose it, or him.
24
DAMON
The hairson the back of my neck stand on end, and I pull off my headphones as I slowly turn around in my chair.
Xave is leaning against the door to my closet, a sexy smirk on his face, and a giant smile breaks out on mine.
“Hey,” I say, still grinning like a dumbass, and put my headphones on my desk.
“Hey.” He crosses the room and drops a kiss on the top of my head. “Working on something new?” he asks, bending down so he can see what’s on my laptop screen.
