Chapter 144: Teaching the Tease a Lesson (18+)
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I could still feel the echo of his teasing words hanging in the air between us, but that all faded away as I leaned in again, capturing his lips in a kiss that was fueled by all the pent-up frustration and desire I’d been holding onto for ages.
Our mouths moved together with an increasing urgency, that initial spark turning into something deeper and more passionate.
My fingers tangled in his soft hair, tugging gently while our tongues danced together in a heated rhythm that left me breathless with longing.
The slick slide of our tongues sent shivers racing down my spine, each brush drawing out soft, involuntary sounds from both of us, blending with the distant hum of the movie that continued to play in the background, forgotten.
More...more...more...
Damien’s hands gripped my waist tightly, pulling me closer until our bodies were pressed together, his heat radiating through my clothes and making my skin tingle wherever we touched.
Fuck...kissing Damien should be illegal. There’s no reason it should ever feel this good!
I could taste the faint buttery salt from the popcorn we shared earlier, mixed with something distinctly him that made me crave more, my heart racing so fiercely I wondered if he could feel it against his chest.
He probably could...and was just waiting the perfect moment to tease me about it
Asshole...
The kiss deepened further, becoming desperate and all-consuming as I poured months of longing into every movement.
Our breaths mingled, hot and erratic, our chests rising and falling in sync while the world around us became a blur. His tongue explored mine confidently, managing to make my knees weak even as I tried to take the lead.
I responded by nibbling on his lower lip, soothing the sting with a slow lick that drew a low groan from him.
That sound vibrated through me, fueling the fire building in my belly and reminding me of why I had started this whole thing in the first place. I wanted to see him unravel, to watch that cool, teasing demeanor crack under my touch.
Not the the other way around for crying out loud!
Finally, as I pulled back just enough to catch my breath, our foreheads touching and eyes locked in the low light of the room, I felt a surge of nervous excitement zipping through my veins.
His lips were swollen and glistening, his breath as uneven as mine, and the sight ignited another wave of determination in me.
Without overthinking it, I trailed my mouth along his strong jawline, pressing open-mouthed kisses down the warm column of his neck.
His skin had a slight saltiness, and I could feel his pulse quicken as I lingered at a sensitive spot just below his ear, sucking lightly and then harder, determined to leave a mark that would remind him of this moment long after tonight.
Damien tilted his head back with a soft sigh, giving me better access, and the way his fingers flexed against my waist told me I was on the right track.
I licked and nipped my way lower, enjoying the subtle shivers that rippled through him and the quiet sounds he tried to suppress.
I smirked, look at him trying to hide it...
Feeling bolder with his reactions, my hand moved downward, sliding over the firm planes of his chest and his taut stomach before boldly cupping him through the denim of his jeans.
He was already hard beneath my palm, the thick outline pressing insistently against the fabric, and realizing that I was the one responsible for this response sent a thrill through me.
At first, I rubbed my hand over him slowly, feeling him twitch and swell with each stroke, the denim growing warmer and tighter beneath my touch.
His breath hitched noticeably, and I couldn’t help but smile against his neck, continuing my exploration with newfound confidence even as butterflies fluttered in my stomach.
My fingers fumbled at the button of his jeans, only slightly trembling as I popped it open and dragged the zipper down.
The sound seemed to echo in the quiet space between us, and I slipped my hand inside his boxers, finally wrapping my fingers around his hot, velvety length.
Pulling him free felt monumental, and when I looked down, my eyes widened in a mix of awe and ridiculous internal panic.
God...I really was cooked, wasn’t I?
If you thought this man was big before, trust me...he was even bigger up close!
Thank God, I wasn’t a bottom.
He was thicker than I remembered from that awkward bathroom encounter, the flushed head already glistening with precum.
The shaft curved upward in a way that made my mouth water despite my nerves, heavy and imposing with prominent veins running along its impressive length, pulsing warmly in my grasp.
Jesus, how is that supposed to fit anywhere comfortably? I thought, a nervous laugh almost spilling out as I compared it to every fantasy I’d entertained late at night.
It looked even bigger and more intimidating like this, hard and ready because of me, and for a moment, I wondered if I might have taken on more than I could handle with this whole "teach him a lesson" plan.
Damien picked up on my hesitation, letting out a low, amused chuckle.
His voice dropped into that teasing tone that always managed to both irritate and excite me.
"Getting scared to ’teach me a lesson’ now, Oliver? I thought you were all bold and fiery a minute ago, straddling me like you owned the place. Or is my dick too much for that pretty hand of yours?"
I shot him a glare, refusing to let his words make me back down even as heat filled my cheeks.
"Shut up, asshole," I muttered, wrapping my hand more firmly around him and giving him a slow stroke from base to tip.
"Fuck, your hand feels so good," he groaned, his hips shifting against my touch.
The weight of him in my palm felt incredible, and I watched closely as his expression shifted, savoring the way his smirk faltered for just a moment as pleasure flickered across his face.
"Keep going just like that...nice and slow at first. Yeah, twist your wrist a little on the way up... just like that. You’re a natural, baby."
His praise mixed with the dirty encouragement sent a fresh wave of heat through me, and I found myself stroking him with more confidence, my thumb brushing over the sensitive tip with each upward stroke to spread the slickness.
I kept my eyes locked on his, refusing to look away as I worked him steadily, feeling every twitch and throb of his massive cock in my hand.
Internally, a swirl of emotions battled for attention...nervousness about whether my technique was even good, fierce pride every time his breath caught or his thighs tensed beneath me, and a deep thrill at watching the usually composed Damien start to lose his iron control.
This was what I had wanted, to flip the dynamic and see him react to me the way I always reacted to him.
"Look at you, Sunshine." Damien continued, his voice growing rougher as I picked up speed, his hand weaving gently through my hair.
"So fucking determined. You really want to see me lose it, don’t you? Want to watch me come undone just from your hand. Bet you’re getting off on this power trip, shortie."
His words were filthy and teasing, making my own arousal throb almost painfully as I kept pumping him with long, flowing strokes.
I could feel him getting even harder, the veins pulsing under my fingers, which only made me more eager.
There was a moment where my rhythm faltered slightly, doubt creeping in about whether I could actually push him over the edge, but Damien’s voice softened just a touch, his smirk still in place.
"You don’t have to if you don’t want to, Oliver," he murmured, his fingers gentle in my hair. "We can stop anytime."
Fuck no!
That reassurance, delivered in his warm tone, only made me more determined. I shook my head and slid off his lap, dropping to my knees between his spread thighs.
This new position gave me a better angle, and I could see the surprise flash across his face as I looked up at him.
I bet the Know-it-all didn’t expect this to happen, did he?