He’s whimpering now, and his little bitten-off sighs and guttural groans go straight to my already aching dick as I work him over, our bodies pressed so close there isn’t an inch of space anywhere between us.
I like that he’s big and strong, and that I don’t have to be careful with him. He could fight me if he wanted to, but he isn’t, and his willing submission is doing things to me it has no business doing.
“Come on, Damon,” I say, not missing the way he bumps his ass back against my dick when I say his name. “Come for me. Come for me and show me how much you love this. How much you want it.”
He freezes in my arms, then shudders and lets out a harsh cry.
I keep stroking him, taking in every detail of his pleasure, from how he presses back against me to the way his cock pulses in my hand. Then he reaches behind him with one hand and grabs my ass so hard the jolt of pain turns into something incredible as he digs his fingers into my flesh.
Our soft cries mix and mingle as he comes, and his moan of relief nearly sends me over the edge with nothing more than some light friction against my dick from the way he’s pulling me against his ass.
When he’s finally done shooting, he slumps in my arms like a rag doll and lets out a confused but sated sigh.
Releasing his throat, I adjust my grip on him.
His ass keeps rubbing against my cock with every shaky inhale, and I’m still so hard it hurts, but there’s something deeply satisfying about getting Damon off like this, and I don’t feel the need to do anything about my arousal as I hold him up and give him a minute to collect himself.
I feel the moment he seems to snap out of his daze and let go of him.
I can’t see what he’s doing, but from how his hands move, I assume he’s putting his dick away. I stay where I am, blocking him from view as he gets himself together.
I’ve never shied away from public sex before, but the thought of anyone else seeing Damon when he’s undone and spent like this makes my skin crawl.
Trying not to think too hard about what just happened between us, or my weird reactions to it, I glance over my shoulder and look around. There’s no one close enough to us to see what we were just doing, and the few people who are in our general vicinity aren’t paying any attention to us.
Damon stops fiddling at his waist and drops his hands.
I take a few steps back, and he slowly turns around.
We stare at each other for a few beats, and the wide-eyed, slightly dazed look on his face sends another rush of satisfaction through me.
I did that.
He swallows, his Adam’s apple bobbing, then his lips part like he’s going to say something, but he stays silent.
We stand there for a few beats with him staring at me like I’m some sort of specter. Then I let the corner of my lip curl up in a smirk and take another few steps back.
He makes an aborted move, like he was about to reach for me but stopped himself at the last moment, instead shoving his hands deep into his pockets.
Without saying a word, I turn away and walk out of the dark and through the throng of dancers.
I’m so hard my dick actually aches, but the satisfaction I feel after getting him off is so profound and all-consuming that I don’t have the desire to do anything about it, and that’s new for me.
I’m not the type who demands reciprocity from my partners, but I can’t remember the last time I walked away from a sexual encounter without getting off.
And the really fucked-up part is that even though I literally just left him a few seconds ago, I already want to get him off again.
I want to hear him moan for me, feel him tremble against my body as I tease him. I want him to whisper my name in that sex-drenched voice while he simultaneously begs me to give him exactly what he needs and begs me to stop.
More heat curls in my stomach, and my rock-hard dick pulses uncomfortably in my pants.
Covertly, I adjust myself so my dick isn’t being squished at a weird angle and slip back into the shadows.
Now that I’ve had my fun, it’s time to go back to work.
Leaning back against the wall, I watch as Damon casually slips out from where I left him and looks around. I can’t tell if he’s checking to see if anyone noticed him or what we were doing, or if he’s looking for me, but after a few moments of searching, he makes a beeline for the bar.
The pretty blonde bartender with the incredible rack practically sprints over to him, and I watch as she gets him a bottle of water.
