He chuckled. “Probably not.”
I leaned in and swallowed his dick, taking him deep and swirling my tongue around his shaft to get him nice and wet.
“Holy shit.” He slammed a hand against the door to keep himself upright as he curled forward.
I moaned around my mouthful of dick, and he shuddered above me, eyes hot as he watched his cock sink into my mouth.
I started a quick rhythm, taking him deep, then pulling back to tease the head, using my free hand to roll his balls in my hand.
I tugged his jeans down a little farther, and he took my cue, widening his stance. I slipped a finger into my mouth, then pressed it between his cheeks.
His eyes widened. “Are you…”
I circled his rim, slowly teasing the nerves awake, feeling his hole flutter against my fingertips.
“Okay, do it,” he said with a groan.
Jesus. If I hadn’t already come, I might do it now. I had not expected Damon to be so open to ass play, but now thathe’d given me the green light, I was only too happy to help the man explore.
I pressed one finger in, going slow. I sucked his cock deep and pressed against his prostate with the pad of my middle finger.
“Fuck!” He bucked, shoving his cock deep enough to gag me. “Shit. Sorry.”
He jerked back on reflex, crying out as he forced my finger deeper into his ass. “Fuck.”
I plunged down on his cock, sucking harder, and added a second finger. He groaned, squirming, seeming unsure of whether he wanted more of my mouth or my fingers.
I stroked him inside, hitting that bundle of nerves, then sucked him into my throat, swallowing around him.
He erupted with a strangled cry, and I did my best to swallow as he shot across the back of my tongue.
I stood up and he slumped into my arms, resting his head on my shoulder as he breathed hard. “That was…”
“Best you ever had?” I asked teasingly.
“And then some,” he agreed with an easiness that surprised me.
This was the part where most conflicted guys would pull away, clean up quickly, and make an excuse to run. But Damon leaned on me and pressed small kisses to my neck with a contented hum.
I wouldn’t have taken him for a cuddler, but here we were.
“Let’s clean you up,” I said.
“Okay.” He tugged up his jeans and stepped back, giving me room to go fetch a damp rag.
When I returned, he was sitting on the sofa, gazing into space.
“Here.” I took hold of his wrist and scrubbed his palmoff, then cleaned each individual finger. “All clean. Like it never happened.”
His fingers closed around my hand as I tried to withdraw. “But it did happen.”
My eyes met his. “It did.”
He tugged suddenly, making me fall into his lap, and pressed a firm kiss against my lips. “I want it to happen again.”
“Yeah?”
“No pranks, Mav. This date was real.” He pressed a kiss to my lips. “This.” Then my jaw. “Is.” Then the sensitive skin just under my ear. “Real.”
