The sensation detonates, and the pressure builds too fast. My body doesn’t know how to pace itself, every nerve screaming, every touch amplified. “Oh—oh my god—”
“Don’t fight it,” he whispers. “You’re doing so well, Blue. Let go for me.”
My whole body locks up, a strangled moan ripped from my throat as heat floods every limb. I come hard, spilling over my stomach and his hand in hot pulses. The pleasure is blinding, all-consuming, terrifying in its intensity. My vision whites out, my back arches, and my fingers claw the sheets as if I’m falling through something I’ll never return from.
And it just keeps going.
Wave after wave crashing through me—relief, need, surrender. It’s the first time in my life I’ve ever felt this. All I know is his voice in my ear, murmuring,“That’s it, that’s my good girl, so fucking beautiful when you let go,”and the warmth of his hand stroking me.
When it finally ebbs, I’m left boneless and wrecked, staring at the ceiling with tears leaking out of the corners of my eyes, chest still heaving.
Damien moves down my body once more, and I watch as his tongue flicks out to lick the cum from my stomach. His eyes flutter closed slightly, and he groans, saying, “Taste so fucking good, Blue.”
“I—I’m sorry,” I whisper weakly, watching my softening cock twitch helplessly. “I couldn’t stop it. I didn’t mean to—”
He quickly hushes me and pulls me into his arms, ignoring the mess on my stomach. “Noah, look at me.” He tips my chin up with his clean hand, wipes the tears from my cheek with the pad of his thumb, his eyes clear and full of nothing but care. “That was supposed to happen. You didn’t do anything wrong, baby. Not a single thing.”
I press my face into his chest, breathing in the scent of cinnamon gum and spicy bodywash while he’s rubbing slow circles into my spine.
“But I… I thought I was supposed to wait, or tell you, or—” I stammer, embarrassment making it hard to meet his eyes, but he never looks away.
His lips press against my forehead. “You don’t have to warn me, or apologize, or hold anything back. Your body’s just catching up to everything you never got to feel before. That’s normal. All of it. You have nothing to be ashamed of.” He rubs his thumb under my eye again, chasing away the last of my tears.“I wanted you to feel good, Blue. That’s all I wanted. Your body did exactly what it needed to.”
The way he says it—gentle but grounded—makes my chest ache so badly I think I might cry again.
I swallow, blinking up at him. “Are you sure? It’s not embarrassing?” I mumble.
“Fuck no,” Damien says, shaking his head for emphasis. “It’s the opposite, Babygirl. It means I got to make you feel good. That’s all I want. Crying is normal, too, especially for your first time. It’s overwhelming, yeah, but that’s not bad. I loved seeing you let go and letting yourself have something good for once. You deserve all of it.”
His words wrap around me, gentling every sharp edge inside. “I never thought it would be like this. I thought I’d be awkward, or you’d laugh, or…”
He shakes his head again. “I’d never laugh at you for being vulnerable. I wanted it to be good for you. Even if all we ever do is this, I’ll be happy. That was beautiful, Noah.Youwere beautiful.”
“I didn’t think I could come without even trying,” I admit, so quietly I don’t know how he even hears it.
Damien lets out a quiet, breathy chuckle against my hair, the sound warm and not mocking. It rumbles through his chest where my cheek is pressed, and I feel it more than I hear it.
“Hey,” he murmurs, tilting his head so he can look down at me. His expression is soft and a little dazed. “You wanna see something that reallyisembarrassing?”
I frown immediately, pulling back to look up at him properly. My face still feels hot, my body loose and strange. I know I’m not fully put back together yet. “You just watched me… do all of that,” I say, gesturing vaguely at myself, at the mess I made. “I don’t think you get to win the embarrassment contest right now.”
His mouth twitches, fighting a grin. “Yeah, well. Humor me.”
Suspicion curls low in my stomach, mixing with a flicker of curiosity. I hesitate, chewing on my lip, then nod once. “Okay,” I say, cautious. “Yeah. I guess.”
His grin widens, and he exhales through his nose. “Alright. Don’t laugh too hard at me.”
Then he lifts his hips and peels down the waistband of his sweats, revealing a wet, dark stain spreading across the front of his dark blue briefs. He’s still hard and straining, the evidence impossible to miss. He looks sheepish for the first time tonight, as if bracing for my reaction.
“Oh,” I whisper.“Oh.”
Damien laughs under his breath, cheeks faintly pink for once. “Yeah,” he says. “That.”
My eyes flick up to his face, then back down, then back up again. “You… you—”
“I did,” he says, exhaling on a quiet laugh, “You made me hump the bed and cum in my pants. Watching you lose it—seeing how fucking beautiful you are when you come apart—I couldn’t hold back.”
My jaw drops, heat spiking through my cheeks all over again, but this time I’m not embarrassed. I’m stunned, and a little giddy, and it feels weirdly powerful. “You—just fromwatchingme?”
