Page 141 of Arctic Titans of Northwood U: Volume 3

“I dared,” I said.

A serious frown came over his brow, and he nodded. “Very well. You’ve left me no choice.”

I was about to laugh or say something else to provoke him, but Damon leaped across the bed, ripping the pillow out of my hold and toppling me onto my back. I sank into the mattress under his weight, instantly transported to the gates of Heaven.

“Just remember,” Damon growled, his lips hovering an inch above mine, “you made me do this.”

I bared my teeth, ready to bite him, when he hooked his fingers into the waistband of my briefs on the small of my back, pulling them down with ease like he wasn’t even trying.

Air drained out of my chest as I sprawled there, letting him crawl back and drag my briefs down my legs. He knelt, torso lifted tall, and brought my briefs to his face. The challenging look crept into his eyes as he took a deep breath in the folds of the fabric. “Fuck, I love the smell of you,” he said.

My dick throbbed, bare and upright, as Damon tossed my underwear to the side of the bed.

“Your turn,” I said.

He cracked a polite “I can’t do anything about that” smile. “I didn’t lose the game.”

“I don’t care about the game,” I said, my voice low, dripping with barely restrained desperation. “Take off your hoodie.”

“Yes, sir,” Damon said, entertained.

Whatever ancient worries had kept me on my toes all day, I couldn’t remember. They were burned from my memory, consigned to the abyss, and I was free. I was naked, and it didn’t hurt a bit. With Damon, it was far too easy.

He took off his hoodie and threw it on the floor, his torso a perfection of muscles and a summer tan. His skin was smooth down to the happy trail leading from the belly button to inside his pants.

The other night, he hadn’t even undressed. It had been a full year and then some since the last time I had seen him naked. And when he undid the button of his pants, I discovered that he hadn’t been lying. There was nothing under his pants but trimmed hair and a dick so big I had a moment of fear that this was going to be a disaster.

I’d practiced. My memory wasn’t that bad. I knew that Damon wouldn’t be an easy lover when it came down to this, but seeing him peel his pants off still made my nerves flare up. Perhaps I’d tricked myself into thinking that the memory was exaggerated.

Nine and a half hard inches stood proud and so rigid that it didn’t even sway under its own weight. A dark thatch of short, coarse hair framed the base, merging seamlessly into the lighter, finer hair dusting his thighs.

He dragged the rough black fabric of his pants down his legs. His thick balls hung between his legs, swaying gently as he leaned in, lifting one knee and the other in turn to take his pants off. When he leaned back, yanking his pants over his ankles, his abs flexed, supporting his torso with nothing but superhuman strength, his dick rising high, seeming even bigger, and my pulse ticked faster.

When he was naked, he paused, feasting his eyes on the snack splayed before him. Those devil’s lips of his with a strong Cupid’s bow and smiling curls on the edges glistened with wetness after he’d licked them.

We’re so gonna fucking regret this, I thought in the last moment of clarity before the pure, brilliant heat of lust burned all reason out of my mind. What remained was the muscular body of the best fling of my life.

Tingling sensations came one after another, crawling down my arms, as Damon leaned in, towering above me with all his might.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he rumbled, voice an octave lower, and planted his fists around my head, descending until our naked bodies pressed together, exchanging the heat and making me squirm under his weight.

I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, pulling him lower until his mouth crushed mine and the kiss unlocked something wild and uncontrollable inside me.

My legs spread a little wider around Damon, rising, coiling around his waist, as his hard cock pressed against my groin. He shuddered, exhaling in a steady, controlled way, and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

I couldn’t keep myself together after that. Splitting, ripping by the seams, I surrendered to the current that was stronger than me, stronger than life, stronger than any decision I had ever made.

Damon’s lips dragged over mine, filling me with yearning so powerful that it made my heart’s rhythm go wild.

Damon slipped his right hand under my back, pushing it deeper until his arm was wrapped around me. He pushed himself back, rising with me in his arms. In the next moment, he had spread his legs under me, sitting on the bed with me in his lap, skin sliding against skin, muscles rubbing against muscles. His dick throbbed against my ass, settled perfectly between my cheeks, as my crotch rubbed against his abs.

I wrapped my arms around him tighter, kissing him from above, pushing my tongue into his mouth, sighing and moaning while he swallowed it all. Every breath, every gasp, every quiet murmur of pleading and pleasure, we gave it all to one another.

Damon rocked us back and forth with a gentle, lazy sway of his torso, head lifted high, letting me kiss him deeper and harder. And when he pulled his head back, he buried his face in my neck, sending another unbearable wave of tingles and flutters through my entire body.

My fingernails dug into the muscles of his back as he bit my neck, wet lips pulling back to let his teeth graze my skin, making me squirm in his lap. Never had anyone made me feel things so clearly, so acutely, so perfectly in the present.

“You’re gonna ruin me,” I sighed, head lifting high, hanging back, while my fingers ran through his hair.