3
SERENA
We sat nested together for a minute or two longer, making small talk. Pretending we didn’t just have the best first kiss of all time. Damien’s leg was between my knees now and I was rubbing it against mine. Squeezing it intentionally on occasion, trapping it between my thighs.
For the first time in ages I was actually nervous. Like someone had opened me up and poured a whole flock of butterflies directly into my stomach. All of this was new to me, and totally out of character.
I found that I didn’t care.
“You got a place, Damien?”
“Of course.”
I took a long, deep breath. “Is it around here?”
“Walking distance, actually.”
“Let’s go.”
It had occurred to me, sometime between drinks two and three, that going back to the hotel tonight would be cataclysmically stupid. Going back at all might be stupid, especially if those guys who’d chased me had been a little bit more than just muggers.
And I strongly suspected they were.
In truth though, the whole thing was just a convenient excuse to go home with Damien. Not that I needed an excuse, but one always helped.
We held hands along the way, and his fingers felt like they interlaced perfectly with mine. There was a chill in the air. I found myself snuggling into him. The whole thing felt natural, like we’d known each other for weeks instead of minutes. An inexplicably strong connection I was prepared to roll with, rather than analyze.
You sure you’re okay with this?
Memories came flooding back, memories of the last time I’d been this close to someone. I banished them respectfully. Damien’s apartment was every bit as close as he said it was, and one promised short walk later, there we were.
No sooner had the door closed than we were kissing again, our bodies melding against one another in the silence of the foyer. We devoured each other, making out like teenagers on the way to his bedroom. Our hands moved irrespective of our lips, twenty eager fingertips exploring the exciting new frontier of each other’s bodies.
His bedroom was small but functional. There were two piles of laundry, one clean one dirty, and thankfully, a cozy-looking queen-sized bed. Shit, it was even made.
“You’re American obviously,” I murmured, still kissing him as my hands traveled down his big arms. “West Coast?”
He flexed his hands upward, to hold my face. His biceps were hard as rocks.
“California.”
I laughed into his mouth. “That’s funny, I had you pegged for a surfer.”
He shoved me backward, onto the bed. So abruptly I bounced.
“I am a surfer.”
He smiled that incredible smile, then pulled his shirt up and over his head. I literally gasped as his chest came into view. It was beautifully cut in every direction, two perfect pectorals above a set of washboard, six-pack abdominals.
And he had that ‘V’ I liked so much. The one that started just above the black strip of his Calvin Klein waistband… and ended somewhere below it.
He was looking at me now, sprawled across his bed like some prize he’d won and taken home. His eyes finally left mine, scanning downward. They paused at my heaving chest, and again at my midsection. Somewhere along our journey my jeans had been unbuttoned and my fly undone. We both looked down together, our eyes meeting at the lacy red edge of what would be revealed to be one of my favorite G-strings.
Thank God you wore cute panties…
There was a short pause as our eyes met again, his sapphire irises now burning with a strange inner fire. Without looking away, he began unbuckling his belt. It hung down on one side, obscenely reminiscent of something else.
“I want you,” he told me, his expression completely unapologetic.
His pants dropped to the floor and he stopped out of them. Peripherally, I could see the growing outline of the bulge between his legs as he climbed onto the bed.
Onto me.
“I’m yours,” I breathed, as his mouth went to my neck. I wanted him to know. I wanted there to be absolutely no doubt, no reservations at all. I needed this. Needed it more than I probably ever needed it before. More than—
“Mmmmm…”
He hands were on my hips now, yanking my jeans off. I kicked them to the floor as his tongue continued tracing downward. His knee went between my legs and I writhed against it, just as he began chewing deliciously on my shoulder.
“God,” he growled… and it was definitely a growl. “You smell so fucking good…”
He was inhaling me. Breathing me in. I could feel the air from his nostrils as they flared hard against my skin. And beneath it my heart, beating. Pounding now. His mouth… hovering like a vampire over my neck. Brushing against the heated rush of blood, just beyond.
He kissed his way up again. Took my lips with his.
I gasped sharply as a hand found its way between my legs. It slipped downward, piercing the hymen of my waistband, sliding flat against my stomach. I gasped again as I felt his palm pressing into my clitoris. His fingertips, gliding down through my slit, found me already drenched.
“You’re beautiful,” he told me, though he really didn’t have to. He already had me, totally and completely. “Absolutely stunning.”
Though I was more than happy with my looks, no one had ever called me stunning. That one word — but mostly the way he said it — sent an electric shiver rocketing along the entire length of my body.
His eyes were closed as he kissed me, but mine were still open. I couldn’t help it. I couldn’t stop looking at him. Up close his boyish looks dissolved into sharper, more masculine features. I loved his thick, heavy brows. The way his full lips churned softly against mine.
“Oh Fuck…”
Down between my legs, his sun-bronzed hand was working two long fingers in and out of my pussy. Already they were glistening. He noticed me looking, and one corner of his mouth curled into a sly grin. Before I knew it he was holding those fingers before me, pushing them past my lips and slowly into my mouth…
It was by far the hottest thing anyone had ever done to me.
The taste was tangy and sweet. I found myself running my tongue along the length of his fingers and between them, making love to them with my mouth. I did it slowly, looking into his eyes, sucking hard on them as if they were his cock. Which reminded me…
Damien’s eyes flared as I reached down and located his bulge. It was thick and impressive. In no time I had it out, running it through my hand. Marveling at how it could be so soft yet so hard at the same time.
All of a sudden I wanted it in my mouth.
It wasn’t easy, pulling myself away from his talented fingers, but somehow I managed. I rolled him onto his back then slid down his body, peppering his hard chest with kisses and dragging my tongue along his taut, surfer’s stomach. He smelled like leather and sweat and… something else. Something more primal and mysterious, but equally delicious.
“Mmmmm…”
He groaned again as I pressed my face between his legs, inhaling his warmth. Close up, his cock was just as beautiful as he was. I took my time with it, rubbing it against the side of my face, savoring the feel of the silky head against my lips. I was teasing him yes, but probably not as much as I was teasing myself.
It’s been a while.
I wanted to remember this moment. To store it away for later, so I could remind myself of what I’d been missing.
Too long…
Around then I noticed him staring down at me, watching me in fascination. With a wink and a grin, I swallowed him whole.
It was like riding a bicycle all over again.
Damien sifted his hands through my hair as I proceeded to blow him. My lips — still wet from all the kissing and finger sucking — traveled easily up and down the length of his cock. I pulled down with one hand. Cupped his heavy balls with the other. I sucked him hard, stopping now and then to lick up and down along his shaft and make eye contact the whole way.
I was putting on a real show of it. I didn’t even know why.
He’s just a stranger, not a boyfriend.
It didn’t make sense. I could’ve just taken what I wanted — I’d always done so before. For some reason though, I felt the pressing need to make it good for him. To enforce the connection I felt, or rather, we felt, because somehow I knew he felt it too.
The hands tangled in my hair rolled into fists. For a split-second I thought I’d gone too far, that maybe he was about to come.
I couldn’t have been more wrong.
Damien reached down and pulled me back to him, face to face. There was blue fire in his eyes again. I’d seen lust before, but this was way beyond anything I’d ever experienced. This was something else.
I saw his jaw go tight as he completely took over. Damien rolled me onto my back with hands that seemed impossibly strong. He grabbed me roughly. Pulled me to him. Kneed my thighs apart, spreading my legs wide with the weight of his body…
I bit my lip as he pulled my panties to one side. Sucked in a sharp breath, as I felt him pressed snugly against my warm entrance.
He didn’t utter a word. That part was sexy. All he did was lock eyes with me as he thrust himself forward, pinning me with his gaze as he buried the full length of his manhood inside me.
“Ohhhhhhhh…”
It was unimaginably good, being filled again after all this time. Being stretched out like this, so utterly and completely full. Damien — even the name was now driving me wild — started fucking me straight away with long, deep strokes. Plowing me into the bed as he drove his thick cock so achingly deep, in and out of my desperate pussy.
My eyes fluttered open, and I couldn’t not stare. His whole body was flexed tight, those beautiful abdominals rolling in unison as he pumped forward and back between my legs. I hooked my ankles behind him, drawing him in. Watched his beautiful surfer’s skin stretch over his ribs as the muscles in his back contracted to accommodate me.
“Fuck me…”
I mouthed the words, unsure of whether he’d heard. The next thing I knew his lips were mashed against mine, kissing me so hard our teeth clacked together as he crushed his chest against the warmth of my heavy breasts.
“Oh God… just fuck me…”
I was too far gone. Totally lost in him. I wanted him in me forever, just drilling away, filling me from within until I passed out from the pleasure.
As if sensing this he broke the kiss and fucked me even harder. The whole bed began to shake violently. It threatened to come apart at the frame as I held on for dear life.
This… This is…
I couldn’t form a complete sentence in my mind. Not even a half-coherent thought.
Oh God, I missed this…
Something wet touched the side of my face, and I realized a tear had streaked its way down my cheek. I was crying. Without even knowing it I was actually crying. They were tears of joy, of course. An unwitting byproduct of absolute ecstasy.
My hands found his ass, round and tight. I could feel the hard muscles just under the skin, churning beneath my palms as he dug me out. Moving like a machine. A wondrous, wondrous machine.
“Damn you feel good…” he groaned in my neck.
I curled my fingers into claws as he screwed even deeper into me, grinding his pelvis against me at the end of every thrust. By now my climax was a bygone conclusion. I could feel it rising inside me like a magnificent, inexorable wave.
And just like a real wave, it was probably going to soak his bed.
“Oh shit oh shit oh shit…”
I was whimpering softly. Crying into his shoulder like a little girl. Half of me felt foolish at making noise, the other half wanted to chew his shoulder off. My nails were probably embedded in the flesh of his ass by now. Maybe even drawing blood.
“Don’t stop…” I begged. “Please… Don’t you fucking stop!”
He paused just look enough to look down at me. My eyes were pleading. I noticed his jaw was still clenched, his expression stern and hard.
“Not a chance.”
I screamed when it happened; two years of pent-up sexual energy and rage, released in a single burst of nirvanic pleasure. It felt like my whole body exploded, my vision going white as Damien’s relentless pounding sent me crashing through the wall of my own orgasm.
“OHHHhhhhhOHHHhhhhh…”
I came buckets… and still he fucked me. Fucked me straight through the delirious euphoria of my climax, and even beyond. My pussy contracted around him, spasming hard, squeezing him like it wanted to make him a part of me. In a way it did. I couldn’t even blame it. By the time I was finally back in control of my own senses I was panting, sweaty, and completely out of breath.
I glanced fearfully at my legs, spread wider than I think they’d ever been. They were quivering uncontrollably. I could barely feel them.
“Turn around.”
It was a command, not a request. At the moment I was far too dazed to obey it.
“I said—”
He ended the sentence by pulling abruptly out of me. I felt his powerful hands on my body, flipping me over, shoving me forward so that I was pushed to the top of the bed. Damien grabbed my wrists. Manipulating my arms, he placed my hands on either side of the top of the headboard. I gasped as he entered me again, this time from behind.
“Now hold on…”
I did immediately as I was told, gripping the headboard so tightly that my knuckles went white. His fingers interlaced themselves over mine, pushing them down.
He felt absolutely ferocious at this angle. Like an animal, taking what it wanted.
“Is this what you wanted?” he grunted into my ear. His breath was hot. It gave me shivers.
“Yes!”
“To be fucked like this?”
“YES!”
His emphasis on the word was intentionally wicked. Down between my legs, I knew I was a molten hot mess.
“Where do you want—”
“Put it in me,” I gasped, reading his next thought. It was like our minds had synced up. Our bodies were already one. “Please…”
His hands were on my shoulders now, pinning me chest-first to the headboard. His cock felt even bigger and more swollen than when we started. This wasn’t just making love, or even fucking. It was an invasion. It was animalistic.
And I loved it.
“Ohhhhhh…”
I marveled at how he could be so deep inside, plunging against me so hard. Thrusting. Breathing. Fucking…
“That’s it,” I panted. “Oh… Oh please…”
My legs shook so badly my ass was quivering. I wanted him. All of him. Every last fucking drop of him.
I heard his breathing change, felt his body go rigid all at once. Deep down, somewhere in my belly, I felt him stiffen inside me.
“Oh God,” I shrieked. “Give it to meeeee…”
My mouth twisted into a half-grin as he exploded behind me, pumping me gloriously full of his warm seed. I was overwhelmed with the satisfaction of taking him, of the feel of his hot come, splashing inside me.
“UNGHHH!”
Damien cried out through a series of rhythmic spasms. I could feel his cock thump hard against my womb; two, three, four times and more. It felt powerful, like a weapon firing, releasing its energy. He jammed his face against my shoulder and buried himself in my hair.
“That’s it baby,” I breathed, reaching back and clutching his head. “Let it go…’
Baby.
My body stiffened. I couldn’t believe I’d said the word. It wasn’t my word to give, not any longer. It was a word reserved only for someone else.
Again, I pushed the recollections from my mind. Alex was gone, two years now. I was still here. Life went on. And this…
… God I needed this.
His thrusts slowed as my lover finished filling me with his seed. When he left I felt empty, but still very full. My pussy was literally overflowing with his come. It was running down my thighs. Dripping onto the sheets…
“Been awhile?” I quipped, looking down.
He laughed, and together we let go of the headboard and collapsed onto the bed, a naked tangle of arms and legs, our faces still side by side. His eyes fluttered open and stared into mine. On a whim, I leaned forward and kissed him.
“Northern or southern California?”
He barely had the wind to laugh again.