We didn’t see Chloe and Logan again, their room was at the end of the hall, so Damon let us in and my mouth dropped. Our room was gorgeous – it was also a suite. When did he upgrade us? The bed looked so comfortable I wanted to ditch Chloe’s wedding plans and tie Damon to it for the weekend.
It took me a minute to take everything in, the high ceiling, large seating area, bathroom that looked bigger than my flat. When I turned back to Damon he was looking around also, but he was concentrating on everything he saw.
“What’re you doing?” I asked.
“There are at least seven things in this room I’m going to take you on or over this weekend,” Damon said in his ultra casual way. Okay, that’s what he was doing.
“Hmm, I’m definitely glad I brought you with me,” I replied, wrapping my arms around his neck when he stalked over to me. He held me flush with his body and dipped his head, stopping just short of my lips. “Are you teasing me, Damon?”
“Oh yeah, we’re alone for the next three hours, I’m horny as hell and I want to hear you beg.”
His words hit me down south. Every. Single. Time.
I bit my lip, knowing that drove him crazy. “Oh you think I’m going to beg you?”
“No, I know you are.”
He ran his hands down my sides and up my top, skimming the skin just above the waistband of my jeans. “We’ll see.”
His eyes were ablaze with hunger for the challenge and I was pretty sure mine were too. I loved playing this game with him. It always ended in frantic, raw, selfish sex. Damon’s hands settled on my hips and in one swift movement I was airborne and flying backwards onto the huge mattress.
“Damon!”
He took his coat off and pulled his jumper over his head. His naked chest took my breath away. He took good care of himself. Real good care. Muscular arms flexed as he removed his shoes. Black, grey and dark blue watercolour style ink swirls and blotches covered his right upper arm. It wasn’t really anything but awe-inspiring art. The other upper arm other was full colour. Damon loved his tattoos and so did I.
“You’re wearing too many clothes, Nell,” he said. “I’m gonna need them off now.”
I didn’t need him to tell me twice. My clothes came off in two seconds flat, awkwardly as I was laying down, and as soon as I’d thrown my bra, leaving it in a heap with the rest of my things, Damon’s body was over mine.
His soft skin sat over hard muscle. I traced the valley between his six-pack, leading right down to his erection. He sucked in a sharp breath as I wrapped my hand around him.
“I want you quickly and then I want you in the bath,” I said. Fuck the game. He didn’t seem to care for it right now either.
His dark eyebrows lifted and he squished me against his chest, my breasts almost flattening against him. It was an oddly pleasant discomfort. “Your wish is my command. But first I want to…” He pushed back and sank to his knees. I didn’t have time to really process what was going on before his tongue was on me.
Sweet mother of…
Gasping, I gripped his hair and arched into his mouth. Surprise tongue was the best. I cried out and tilted my head back.
Damon’s fingers dug into the flesh on my thighs as he flattened his tongue and made slow, maddening circles between my legs. “I love it when you get all needy,” Damon muttered as I arched my hips again. My eyes rolled back. It felt so fucking good.
His voice vibrated through my body making me shudder and I clenched around him. I was so close it almost hurt. “Damon. Fuck.”
Flicking his tongue hard and fast, he pushed one finger inside me and I clenched around him, flying up on my elbows. I cried out and let my head fall back as I ground my hips against his mouth.
He moaned and sucked my clit into his mouth. I yelled his name and pushed my hips harder. My toes curled, heart raced and my hands tightened around his hair, pulling from the roots. It probably hurt him but he groaned rather than snapped at me to stop.
Damon pulled his finger out and used both hands to lift my butt off the bed. With my hips in the air he had a much better angle and pushed his tongue inside me. My eyes snapped shut and I shouted out, falling off the edge of the cliff at a million miles an hour. He rode out my orgasm, knowing exactly when I needed him to stop.
My legs felt weak. I let go of his hair and gripped his shoulders. “Fuck, I love seeing that post-orgasm flush to your cheeks. You’re without a shadow of a doubt the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, looking up at me in wonder.
I gulped. His words seemed a little too heartfelt and I liked it so much it scared me.
“You’re not too bad yourself,” I replied, trying to play it down.
He lifted his eyebrows twice. “I know, Nell.” Sitting up on his knees, he smirked and added, “Where do you want me?”
“Oh, my choice, is it?”
“Thought I’d treat ya.”
Rolling my eyes, I said, “I’m honoured.”