13. Damien

"Then don't."

My self-control ebbs away and all that's left is raw wanton. A feral, potent need to have her. I want to claim her in every way I know how. My cock twitches to life in my jeans, expanding against the denim prison.

She bats her lashes with heavy lids, drugged by the sexual tension in the air. I can tell the fight within her is over. She's given herself to the yearning, and it's a fucking revelation.

With a steady hand, I turn off the ignition, and turn, grazing my thumb along her jawline, trailing towards her mouth, where I cup her bottom lip with my thumb. I search her face, wishing in this moment I could read her thoughts, but I don't dwell on it. Not when her eyes are pleading with me to take her in every filthy fucking way I can.

"We better get out of this car before I fuck you here and now."

A grin pulls the corner of her lip upward. "I'm not opposed to that idea." She giggles, a soft melodious note that enacts a chuckle from deep within my chest. I release her bottom lip and shove my door open.

"As much as I'd love the view of those perfect tits bouncing in front of my face, I think I'd rather have you splayed out on a bed." I chortle, and smirk as her mouth falls open. I'm out on the sidewalk before she clamps her jaw shut. She joins me on the walk to her apartment, and I push the image of me punching her ex in the face out of my mind. Getting pissed off right now is not what I intend to do. Not when my cock is straining hard against my jeans, and my need will be sated.

She unlocks her door, and we step into a hallway. Placing her keys on the table beside the door along the wall, she turns to face me after I've shut the door behind us, eyes narrowed and observant. As if to say, 'what's next.'

I use my hands to cup the sides of her face, and lean close, brushing my lips gently against hers before pulling back slightly, to gape into her eyes. Her lips are still parted and quivering, and she leans into my touch.

"Tell me to stop now, and I will. I'll go. But once I start, I won't be able to stop, Mila." I say truthfully. I want her. Fuck, I crave her, and it'd take a fucking army to keep me from fucking her so good. Her body vibrates with need. She takes a shaky breath, and her eyes flutter shut briefly.

When she finally opens them, dragging me back from the agonizing silence, she utters the two words that make me ravenous.

"Don't stop."

I crash my lips against hers, claiming every moan and sigh escaping her lips. I savor the taste of her when our tongues clash, rolling and sliding along one another. She tastes fucking exquisite.

I was convinced I'd get my fill of her and this insane need to have her would dissipate but as the minutes tick by, I find myself wanting her more, needing her in a way that's foreign to me.

My cocks so hard it fucking hurts, and all I want to do is give in and take her right here on the floor, but I know that won't be enough for me. I want to drive her fucking wild, nice and slow, so I can revel in every inch of her body.

If I'm gonna get my fill, I'm gonna make it worth my while.

I pull away and press my lips to the rapid pulse along her neck, gliding my tongue along her flesh teasingly, satisfied when a guttural groan fills the room framing my name on her lips.

"Damien!" She purrs, voice raspy with lust. "Oh fuck!"

She arches her back, leaning against my touch, greedy for every sensation the stroke of my fingers can deliver her, and I'm too fucking eager to provide. With deft fingers, I slide my hands along her sides, reveling in her thick curves.

She presses her hips firmly against my front, and I stifle a groan as my cock presses hard against her belly, held back by the stupid fucking fabric of my pants.

"Fuckin' eh, I want you," I growl, and swiftly loop my hand under her thigh, wrapping her leg around my waist. Her dress slides up her thighs, revealing a barely concealed pussy. Her panties are thin and disposable. I make quick work of yanking them to the side and stop to admire the glistening folds of her cunt.

The memory of her juices on my tongue enact a groan from me, and I yearn to taste her again, but I'm distracted when she thrusts her hips forward, grinding against my pants. The heat from her cunt throws me, and I groan, leaning and placing my forehead against hers as she gyrates her hips seductively. She's like a fucking temptress, bringing me to heal with the movement of her body, and the feeling of her sliding against my length.

I don't fucking care that this suit costs more than a grand. I don't care it's now coated in the result of her arousal. Knowing I've made her dripping wet is satisfaction enough.

"Fuck, I want this to last, Mila." I hiss through a clenched jaw. Our eyes meet, and a small grin forms on her face. "I haven't even entered you yet and I'm ready to fucking explode."

She doesn't stop grinding. I feel her pussy quivering against me, as her mouth goes slack, and her eyes flutter closed.

"I'm gonna come – fuck, I'm gonna come, Damien. Oh god!"

I slap my hands on her hips and yank her against me, watching as her mouth goes slack into an 'O' and she calls out my name. I don't give her time to come down from the high of her orgasm. I pick her up, wrapping both legs around me, and navigate in the fucking dark, thankful for the uncovered windows where the moon shines into the room, so I don't run into too much shit.

She points out the bedroom quickly, before my mouth finds hers again. I lose myself in the way we move together. Hips grinding, tongues entwining, frantic with ecstasy. It's fucking intoxicating.

Flicking the light on, I move into the room quickly and toss her onto her bed. Her tits bounce, as she settles in front of me, with her legs splayed wide open like an offering to me.

"You're so fucking sexy," I say while retrieving the condom in my pocket. I tear it open with my mouth, eyes wide and distracted as she runs her fingers over her moist cunt, and brings them to her mouth, sucking them between her lips.

"I can still taste you on my tongue, Mila, and I haven't had a taste since lunch with the Watkins."

She grins with her fingers in her mouth, and my cock twitches. Fuck, she knows just what to do to drive me crazy.

"I want those lips wrapped around my cock."

Wordlessly, she moves onto her knees and I hold the condom uselessly in my hand as she stops at the end of the bed, and peers up at me with narrowed mischievous eyes. She licks her lips and turns her attention to my pants.

Just the heat of her breath is enticing enough to make me step forward. She undoes the pants, and slips her hands into my boxers, her eyes widening when my cock springs free, thick and hard directly in front of her mouth.

She's got me right where she wants me. I'd do and say yes to anything in this moment, just to finally sate the burning desire in me.

"I bet you taste amazing, Damien," She mews, and blows gently on the head of my cock. I groan and thrust forward. My cock presses gently against her plump lips, and I hold back from burying my length in her throat.

She doesn't waste time parting her mouth. She sinks down my shaft, tongue swirling wildly with every inch she lowers down on. I inhale sharply and grab ahold of her hair.

"Your mouth feels so good, Mila."

She moans. The vibrations make my eyes roll, and I hiss as she deep throats me.

"Fuck, swallow my cock, baby." She pumps her head, fucking me with her mouth expertly, while her hand cups my balls. She's so skilled, I'm almost alarmed as to where she's acquired the skill, but I couldn't care less right now. All I can comprehend is the sensation of the soft, warmth of her mouth and how my cock's throbbing with the need to erupt a giant load of cum.

I'd love to watch her choke back my seed, but I want to be buried inside her pussy when I come.

"Mila," I grind out when she wraps an arm around my legs to pump my hips harder against her mouth. "I wanna come inside you. If you don't stop I'll come in your mouth."

She releases my cock from her mouth quickly, and falls onto her back, wiggling her hips suggestively at me.

"I want you inside of me too."

When my sanity returns, I roll the condom over my cock, and reach for her legs, dragging her sexy ass to the edge of the bed, before smacking her thighs open, splaying her pussy wide open for my eyes.

"Oh Damien." She presses her hips forward when I slide a finger down her slit. She's fucking soaked for me. Her pussy's drooling for my cock. I grab ahold of my cock and position the head at her entrance. There'd have to be a nuclear war going on outside to keep me from entering her.

Nope.

Just the universes cruel fucking joke as my phone goes off. It vibrates in my pants, ringing obnoxiously. Contaminating the sensuous lilt to the air. I curse and shove my free hand into my pocket, fully prepared to toss the thing across the room when I spot my brother's name blinking across the screen.

Isaac.

No.

Of all the times to call me, he chooses now. Right when I'm about to enter Mila's sweet, intoxicating cunt.

This is a sick fucking joke.

He probably needs his next fix. Or he's getting his ass beat from obtaining his last fix. Either way, I know I can't ignore it.

I loosen my crushing grip on my phone and direct my gaze back to Mila. Her eyes are wide and confused. Her chest moves rapidly up and down as she pants beneath me.

"I-I'm sorry, I have to take this." I move away from her, dropping the hand that's holding my cock down at my side as I leave the bedroom and snap into the phone.

"What the fuck do you need, Isaac?"

I hear him sniffle, and his cracked voice on the other end.

"Damien?"

He sounds fucked up.

I growl angrily and clench my fist at my sides.

Same shit different fucking day. I want to reach through the phone and choke him the fuck out, but I can't.

"I'm at your front door and you're not here. Where are you? I – I got kicked out of Kev's."

Kevin's another one of his lowlife friends. He probably fucking stole from him.

"I'm not gonna do this shit again, Isaac."

He sighs. I await his usual speech, and as promised, it starts how it always does.

"It's different this time."

It's never different. He continues to use, is sober for a few days, then manages to fuck me over.

"If you're using I can't let you in. You know this." I begin, my anger sizzling to pure fucking exhaustion.

"Please, Day?" He uses the nickname he had for me as a child, and I run a hand over my face. "I just need a place to sleep for the next couple days while I decide what to do."

"If I fucking let you stay, you are not doing drugs. I don't care if I have to lock your fucking ass inside."

"Fine. Fine," he grits out. "Can you just come, and fucking unlock the door."

I contemplate telling him where the spare is but decide against it. It's probably not the smartest idea, considering he's stolen from me to get high.

"Give me a couple minutes."

I hang up before he can continue.

Mila's sitting up when I enter. Her skirts fixed back into place, and her hands are clasped on her lap.

"I overheard."

"Yeah, guess you're not the only one with personal issues." I snicker and pull the condom off my now flaccid cock. I pull my pants back up. I reach for her chin and cup it in my hand, forcing her gaze to mine.

"I'm sorry. I have to go. I'll see you tomorrow morning at the office?"

She nods.

"Okay."

I lean forward and capture her lips once more, silently cursing Isaac for cock blocking me.

"Goodnight, Mila."

It takes everything in me to walk out of her house after seeing her disappointment.