His socks. But he’s stuck on the buttons of his dress shirt.
“Four.”
I watch as he decides to simply rip his shirt off, like it’s nothing. The buttons go flying around the room and his shirt is in a ripped mess on the floor when I finally get to the final number.
“Five.” I can’t help but stifle a laugh. All humor leaves me immediately as I look at the man before me. Muscle and body hair. Thick thighs and broad shoulders.
Hanging stiff between his legs is his thick cock that drips with precum.
Damian is panting for air.
“God fucking damn,” I mumble as I trail my eyes along his strong sexy body. “You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”
Damian steps closer to me, sweat pooling between his collar bones already.
“Do whatever you want,” he says. “I’ll take it.”
My mouth is suddenly full of saliva. I swallow it down and step out of my bottoms entirely before stepping even closer to him.
“You’re playing a dangerous game.”
Damian’s eyes grow darker and he tilts his head up to look more directly into my mine. “It takes two to play.”
I can’t help myself. I kiss him again, just as violently as before. My mouth moves against his in a tandem dance that smears spit along both of out lips and chins. Our teeth clash together a couple times before Damian opens his mouth wider and lets me in again. I lick his tongue as I reach down behind him and grab his ass.
I take one of his cheeks in my hand tightly and squeeze. I can feel the hard muscle behind the soft flesh. As I drag my other hand up his back, I feel the scars there. There’s so many.
I dig my fingertips into several of them, wanting to feel him closer.
Damian’s hands fall on my hips near my waist just like before. Allowing me to explore him however I want but not doing anything unless I tell him too.
I pull back from the kiss, biting his bottom lip along the way.
Once I’ve broken the kiss entirely, I rear back my hand and I smack him in the face. He looks surprised for a split second, but then there’s an excitement in his eyes that only causes mine to grow.
“That’s for lying to me.” I shove his shoulders until he falls back down onto the couch, and then I sink down into his lap. I reach for his throat again, wrapping my hand around his neck like it belongs to me and only me.
A red mark is spreading on his face from my hand, and I lean in and bite his cheek in that same area I hit him.
“God, I want to mark you,” I tell him.
“Mark me,” he breathes out. “Claim me.”
I lean down to his shoulder and take his skin into my mouth, sucking hard and flicking my tongue along the patch of skin until he’s squirming underneath me. When I take my mouth off, my teeth are impressed into his flesh and a pink spot quickly grows red. In another hour or two, it’ll be purple and blue.
I grip his throat tighter.
“You’re like a fucking dog in heat,” I taunt him.
Damian, as if taunting me back, sticks his tongue out and tilts his head back slightly. I growl and lean forward, licking his tongue and then forcing it back into his mouth with my own.
“You’re going to pay for that,” I whisper against his mouth.
“I’ll pay you anything,” he responds.
I laugh and slide off his laugh. “You’re pathetic.” It makes me even harder than I already am.
I move off the couch just for a moment. Only long enough to dig through one of the side table drawers until I find what I’m looking for. Lube. It hasn’t been used in a few months, but I always keep it handy where it might be needed.
