Chapter 133: A Confession: Brought To You By Alcohol (18+)
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I focused intently on the floor. Maybe it had answers. It had been there longer than we had and had probably heard plenty.
"...Sunshine."
"I’m not answering."
"Take your time."
"I don’t need time; I need you to stop—"
"I’ve got all night."
"Damien."
"Mm."
"I’ll hit you with the pillow again."
"You can do both. Hit me and answer."
I exhaled through my nose, a long, deeply annoyed breath that expressed countless things at once.
"I..." The word slipped out, stumbled. "I..."
Another breath. My heart raced, the alcohol making my thoughts swirl chaotically while my body instinctively leaned into him. I finally managed to stammer out, the admission slipping out in a quiet, vulnerable rush that left me feeling exposed.
"...like you."
I love you, even.
It came out almost as a whisper, slipping out in the space between breaths, soft enough I wasn’t sure if I’d said it aloud.
Damien went still, not hesitating for an answer but rather caught off guard by what I’d said.
Then the words seemed to flip some kind of switch in him.
Damien’s gaze darkened with unmistakable desire as he suddenly surged forward, capturing my lips in a deep, claiming kiss.
Not that I was complaining, nooo sir!
I let out a soft sound into his mouth and kissed him back just as fiercely, my hands gripping tighter on his shirt as if I could pull him even closer.
The kiss quickly turned passionate and messy, our tongues tangling together in a heated dance that stole the breath right out of me. His hands slid down to my waist, gripping firmly and pulling me closer so I was straddling him more fully, our bodies pressed tight together.
The friction was immediate and intoxicating as I instinctively shifted my hips against him.
The kiss was a bit frantic and urgent, fueled by everything I’d been bottling up for so long. My hands clutched his shirt, trembling with a mix of leftover anger and overwhelming desire as our lips collided.
Damien let out a surprised sound against my mouth, but he quickly recovered, kissing me back with a matching intensity. His arms encircled my waist, pulling me in closer as our tongues danced together.
Our breaths mingled, hot and quick, carrying the taste of alcohol and the faint saltiness of my earlier tears. The kiss deepened swiftly, becoming more passionate with each slide of our tongues and press of our lips. I moaned softly, the sound vibrating through us as his hands roamed over my back, gripping me possessively.
The heat building between us was electrifying, making me feel even more dizzy than the drinks I had earlier.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, breathing heavily, his gaze dark with desire.
His voice was rough yet steady, slicing through the haze. "You sure? You’re drunk... I don’t want you to do anything you’re not ready for. We c...we can wait."
There was genuine concern in his voice, and the check for my consent warmed something in my chest, even amid the chaos of my thoughts. I nodded eagerly, leaning in to kiss him harder, my fingers tightening in his shirt.
"Yes, it’s fine," I breathed against his lips, my words slightly slurred but earnest. "Don’t stop. I want you."
That seemed to give him the reassurance he needed. Damien groaned softly and captured my mouth again, his hands slipping under the hem of my shirt to caress my bare back.
His palms were warm and a bit calloused, sending shivers across my skin with each stroke. I shifted on his lap, straddling him more fully as a natural grinding motion began, a slow, instinctive roll of my hips that brought our clothed bodies together through the fabric of our pants.
The sensation was electrifying, a delicious pressure that made my breath catch.
At first, the movement was tentative, almost experimental, as my hips rocked gently at a rhythm that allowed me to feel every large inch of him hardening against me. It was overwhelming...the steady rub of fabric against sensitive skin, his big cock throbbed in response to every roll of my hips, and the escalating heat where our bodies pressed together so closely.
I moaned into the kiss, the sound needy and uncontrolled as pleasure sparked through me with each shift. Damien’s hands held my hips firmly, guiding my movements and encouraging me to grind harder, his fingers digging in just enough to anchor me while still letting me lead.
"That’s it," he murmured against my lips, his voice low and filled with sinful encouragement that made my stomach flip. "Do you feel just how much I want you, Oliver? You’re the only one I’ve got eyes for... the only one who makes me this hard."
Fuck...!
"Look at you... grinding against me like you’ve been dying for this." His words sent another shiver down my spine, and I began rocking my hips faster, chasing that friction that was driving me wild.
"You’re so hard for me already. Look at you moving against my cock like you can’t get enough."
I gasped, my hips twitching. "Shut up... this is— ah— your fault. Y...you did this to me."
Damien, chuckling, gripped my hips tighter. "My fault? You’re the one who dragged me in here and kissed me like you were starving. Tell me you want this."
I moaned, my face buried in Damien’s neck. "I... I want it, don’t stop! P...please don’t stop."
His voice grew darker and he grinded against me even harder.
"Good boy. That’s what I thought. You feel so fucking good against me... keep moving just like that."
The grinding became more intense, our lengths rubbing together in a rhythm that had me gasping and trembling in his lap. Each roll sent sparks of pleasure shooting through me, my own cock leaking and aching against my shorts as it slid against his.
In my inebriated state, my thoughts were a chaotic whirlwind. This is ridiculous. I came here to yell at him, not to grind against him like this... but it feels too good to stop.
Panic and denial nipped at the edges of my mind...embarrassment over how desperately I was moving against him, how easily I’d gone from angry tears to this, but they faded beneath the overwhelming arousal and the way Damien held me so securely.
His hands continued to explore under my shirt, stroking my bare back and sides while occasionally gripping my waist to direct another roll of my hips, which made us both groan into the kiss.
"That’s it, baby. Use me...show me how much you want it." he said.
Damien whispered more filthy encouragement against my mouth, his breath hot and ragged. "You belong to me now, you know that, right?"
His possessive words, tender yet confident, made me shiver in his arms. I felt the rigid length of him pressing against me with every grind, the friction building steadily as our movements grew more urgent.
"You’re all mine starting tonight. No more running away and no take backs."
I rocked my hips faster, seeking that perfect pressure, the sensations intensifying until every nerve felt alive with pleasure.
The party sounds outside had faded to a distant sounds, the entire world narrowing down to the heat between us, the sliding of fabric, the taste of his mouth, and the steady guidance of his hands on my body.
I was losing myself in him entirely, intoxicated by both alcohol and desire, my body moving with urgent need while my mind spun with reluctant arousal and lingering panic.
Still, through it all, the consent and care in Damien’s touch held me steady, making the moment feel safe, even as it drove me closer to the edge.
The lines between friends, roommates and something more had completely freaking shattered, leaving only this intense, consuming want in its wake.