We didn't even make it into my apartment before Damon's mouth latched onto mine. Key still in the lock, he pushed me up against the door. With two hands on my hips, he brought us together, the proof of his arousal against my stomach.

I turned my head away with a gasp. "Let's go inside," I said on an exhale.

He captured my lips again.

"Can't wait that long," he murmured into my mouth.

"I'm not having sex in the hallway," I said between kisses.

"Where's your sense of adventure?"

"I've been adventurous enough for one day."

I reached behind myself, unlocked the door and twisted the knob. The weight of Damon's body against mine nearly sent us tumbling down as the door swung open. He caught me before we could fall into a heap of tangled limbs. With a kick of his heel, the door slammed closed. He pinned me to it again, this time from the other side. I didn't protest.

Our tongues slid against each other's, wet and hot. Our hands roamed freely. My fingers explored the firm valleys of his inked arms, running up and down from shoulder to wrist. I didn't know why, but there was something exceptionally tempting about a man's forearms.

Damon shoved his knee between my legs, spreading them and hiking my skirt up. His hands skimmed up my thighs, fingertips playing at the elastic of my panties. They were still damp from our adventurous activities that night. Thankfully, Damon had waited until I got back from the ladies room to take out the toy before ushering me out of the restaurant and into his car.

I'd felt empty and needy the entire car ride back to my place. The toy had been fun, but it wasn't enough. It wasn't the same. My body craved Damon. It longed for him. Only he could fulfill the hunger inside me.

But as much as I wanted him inside me, there was something else I wanted even more.

I pulled away a few inches. Damon made a sound of protest. That sound turned choked the moment I slipped to my knees in front of him, sitting back on my heels.

I was faced with his firm length, hidden by dark denim and growing harder every minute. My mouth watered, knowing what was waiting for me. I parted my lips in a silent sigh. Damon let out a groan.

"You want to taste me, sweetness?" he asked.

I nodded, moaning. His hips twitched involuntarily, the tip of his cock just barely brushing my lips. He groaned again, eyes squeezing shut.

"Been thinking about fucking that sweet mouth for ages," he said, voice turning rough.

With no warning, I leaned forward and sucked the head into my mouth. I savored the raspy curse that left his lips, deriving an almost devilish glee from it.

Damon seemed to take joy in driving me crazy. It was my turn now.

His tasted of salt and soap and something distinctly Damon, something strong and raw. He let out a choked groan as I sucked the head harder, pressing my lips into a firm O.

Damon's head tipped back, eyes closed. He buried his fingers in my hair, a gentle caress, and set the pace as I sucked and licked.

"Your mouth is so fucking sweet," he murmured.

I slid down further, taking more of him in, the wetness of my lips easing the way. He lay hot and heavy on my tongue, a satisfying weight. I bobbed up and down, taking him a bit further each time, using my tongue to flick and swirl.

The onslaught of sensations had Damon making the most delicious sounds. Gasps and growls and rough curses. But I wanted to hear more. Needed to hear more. I needed to feel him fall apart.

I close my eyes and continued playing with the head, waiting for just the right moment, enjoying the tease. Damon's fist tightened in my hair and his low growls became deep. Needy. Impatient.

I bobbed my head down and sucked him fully into my mouth.

"Fuck—!" Damon groaned loudly, slamming his palm against the door to keep from falling forward. His breathing went ragged.

I smiled inwardly, pleased with myself. But when I opened my eyes, I saw there were still quite a few inches left to go. I let out a quick huff of surprise through my nose. Maybe I wouldn't be able to take him all the way after all.

"Faith— you— ah, fuck—" Damon couldn't even speak in coherent sentences. His chest heaved with every labored breath.

Determined, I leaned forward again. Took him in a bit further. Then a bit more. I struggled to swallow him all, relaxing my throat, trying to quell my gag reflex. I almost coughed a time or two, but I suppressed it.

I pulled back for a brief moment, taking a deep breath, before darting forward again, and starting over again.

Damon grabbed a handful of hair at the back of my head, tipping my head back just enough to meet my eyes, not enough for his cock to leave my mouth. I peeked up at him through my lashes.

"You want to take me all the way, sweetness?" he asked.

I let out a mumbled affirmation.

"Want me to bury my cock inside you?"

I moaned and squeezed my thighs together, insides aching.

"Should I come in your mouth and make you swallow it all?" His eyes glinted darkly. "Or should I come on those pretty pink lips and make you taste every drop?"

I felt my panties grow wet at the thought of both, and at hearing those dirty words leave his mouth.

I sucked him down harder, making my preference known. With one hand on the back of my head and one hand under my jaw, he guided me to take him even deeper with rough, shaking hands. It was almost too much, but his forceful grip, the way he used my mouth to give himself exactly what he needed, triggered something inside me. Something primal. I wanted to give him everything. And I wanted to take everything.

His hips jerked wildly and his movements became uncoordinated. His cock twitched.

"I'm gonna fucking come down your throat," he growled.

He pressed my head down, keeping a firm grip, holding me in place. I let out a soft, needy moan. He groaned, low and long, as his cock pulsed and pulsed, spending himself in my mouth as I swallowed rapidly.

I continued to swallow and suck, working him through it, until his thighs began trembling and he let out a shaky laugh.

"You don't know when to quit, do you?" he rasped.

Shaking my head no, I gave the head another thorough swipe of my tongue.

He shuddered and tugged on my hair frantically. "Sweetness, you really gotta stop now."

I let his cock fall out of my mouth slowly, cleaning him as I went. He was still half hard. My panties were damp, my insides throbbing. I wondered how long it would be before he could go again. Still, I tucked him back into his jeans. I could have patience.

Damon pulled me to my feet and planted his lips on mine. He breathed a heavy, pleased sigh.

"You're fucking fantastic, you know that?" he murmured into my mouth.

After a few more soft kisses, he tugged me closer and tucked my head under his chin. He wrapped his arms around me in a sweet embrace as the last few quakes of his body came under control.

"So was that payback?" he asked playfully. "For all that teasing at the restaurant?"

"Payback?" I repeated with false shock. "I would never dream of doing such a thing."

"I would." He chuckled darkly as his hands ran down my back and cupped my ass. "I don't think I made you squirm nearly enough tonight."

I slipped my hands into his back pockets and squeezed his ass in return. "You like seeing me squirm, hm?"

"I love watching that flushed, needy expression of yours. So hungry. Like you're dying to have me inside you. Like my cock is the only thing in the world that can satisfy you."

I did squirm then, my thighs clenching together. He wasn't exactly wrong.

"I've been dreaming about your mouth for a long time, sweetness," he said. "But now I need to get inside that tight cunt of yours."

Wetness threatened to drip down my thighs. The ache inside me was growing almost unbearable.

"So greedy," I teased breathlessly.

Damon opened his mouth to respond when his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and tapped ignore.

"Even on silent mode that thing is a distraction," he said.

"You can answer it," I said.

"You're more important."

Was he talking about getting me into bed, or was he talking about me in general? It could have been either. Knowing that didn't stop my heart from melting in my chest a little.

But the phone continued to buzz. He frowned in annoyance and tapped the ignore button again.

"Fucking telemarketers," he grumbled.

"It could be important," I said. I knew that every time my phone rang it might be that dreaded phone call about my father. "It could be Ian calling, or something to do with the band."

Concern crossed his face. "Shit, you're right."

The phone buzzed a third time. Damon looked at me once more, as if double checking. I nodded and gestured to the phone. He put it to his ear.

"Hello?"

The concern immediately transformed into rage. My heartbeat jumped.

"I told you I never wanted to hear from you again," Damon seethed.

He went silent, the lines around his mouth going tight. He turned on his heel and stalked into the kitchen. His low voice hissed into the phone, punctuated by moments of silence.

Worry filled my chest. It had to be his father. Was this going to set Damon off again? We'd had such a nice evening and now…

After a few minutes of me pacing and fretting, I stopped hearing Damon's voice. I waited a few moments before gingerly tiptoeing my way over.

He stood in the middle of the kitchen, his phone gripped tight in his fist. He was staring at the fridge, but it didn't look like he was seeing it. His gaze was hazy, distant. Almost blank. If it weren't for his shaking fist and darkened eyes, I would have said he was simply deep in thought.

And maybe he was.

But whatever he was thinking couldn't have been good.

"What's wrong?" I asked tentatively. "What happened?"

Damon's eyes darkened and narrowed. When he spoke, I heard the fury, the fear, in his voice.

"My father's at Ian's."