Chapter 146: Going All The Way (18+)
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The kiss deepened, driven by a hunger that seemed to steal every breath from my lungs. Our lips moved together in a heated, desperate rhythm, leaving no space for hesitation.
My fingers tangled deeper in Damien’s soft hair, giving a gentle tug as I pressed myself even closer to him, craving every bit of contact. The blanket that had once kept us warm slid away completely, forgotten on the floor, while his strong hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him with a possessiveness that made my heart race.
Our tongues danced together, first slowly, then with growing urgency, exploring in a sensual rhythm that sent sparks racing through every fiber of my being.
Our breaths mingled, hot and ragged, accompanied by soft sighs and quiet moans as the rest of the world faded away, leaving just the taste of him, the warmth of his skin, and the undeniable need building between us, like a fire slowly growing.
I was completely lost in the moment when Damien suddenly stood up, lifting me as if I weighed nothing. A surprised squeak escaped me...half laugh, half yelp, as I instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist to steady myself.
He chuckled against my lips, the sound low and warm, never breaking the kiss as he carried me through the living room.
The TV continued its forgotten dialogue and dramatic music in the background, fading away as Damien confidently moved us toward the bedroom.
I hung onto him, my arms around his neck, my heart racing at how effortlessly he held me, his casual strength sending a fresh wave of heat through me.
By the time he nudged the bedroom door open with his shoulder, I was breathless and a bit dizzy, still kissing him as if I might never have another chance.
He laid me down on the bed with surprising gentleness, his body hovering above mine as he knelt. His blue eyes were filled with raw desire, making my breath catch in my throat.
Holy shit...
He smirked down at me, that familiar cocky tilt on his lips, before reaching back to pull off his shirt in one smooth motion. The sight of his sculpted abs and broad chest, muscles shifting under smooth skin in the dim light, left me momentarily speechless.
He looked amazing, every detail of him seeming to be crafted with care, and knowing that he wanted me with the same intensity made my cheeks flush.
"I’m sorry," he murmured, his voice rough with desire as he leaned down to kiss along my neck, "but I’m not sure I can hold back anymore. I want you so much, Oliver...I always have."
My eyes widened, did that mean...we were going to go all the way? Right now?!
He pulled back just enough to look me in the eyes, his expression serious beneath the want. "Just tell me to stop. If you want me to stop, I will."
For a moment, I was speechless, caught in the mix of lust and affection swirling in his gaze. My hands trembled slightly as I reached up, caressing the warm, firm lines of his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under my palm.
"You want me?" I whispered, my voice barely steady. "Then keep going."
Damien’s smirk returned, playful and challenging. "Are you sure you can handle me? Wouldn’t want to break you...too much."
I shot him a glare; even after everything we’d done tonight, his audacity still sparked a familiar mix of irritation and affection.
What the fuck he even mean by ’too much’, any way?
This guy would never fully change, but honestly, I wouldn’t want it any other way at this point.
Smiling softly, I ran my fingers through his dark hair, pulling him closer. "Why don’t you give it a try and see for yourself?"
He chuckled, warm and rich, before capturing my lips in another deep kiss.
His hands moved with purpose, sliding under my hoodie and lifting it off, exposing my skin to the cool air of the room.
He kissed his way down my chest, leaving a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses and small hickeys that made me shiver. When his thumbs brushed over my nipples, I gasped, remembering just how fucking sensitive they were.
Damien seemed to catch on right away. He kissed lower, taking one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently before increasing the pressure.
His tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, teeth grazing lightly as he sucked harder, sending jolts of pleasure straight down my spine.
His other hand teased the neglected nipple, rolling and pinching it between his fingers while he kept eye contact with me.
I couldn’t hold back a loud moan, my face burning as I tried to look away from the intensity in his gaze, but he gently guided my chin back so I couldn’t hide...so I couldn’t turn away from him.
After what felt like an eternity of delicious torment leaving my nipples sore and tingling, Damien kissed his way further down, trailing his lips over my stomach until he reached the bulge straining against my shorts.
He slowly pulled them down, his breath warm against my skin as he murmured, "I think I owe you for earlier, don’t you?"
Before I could respond that he didn’t have to, he wrapped his hand around my hard cock and took me into his mouth.
The sudden heat nearly made me lose what was left of my damn mind!
Seeing Damien...usually so composed and untouchable like he had a stick wedged up his ass on his knees for me, sucking me off with such dedication, was almost more than I could handle.
He worked me with skilled precision, his tongue swirling around the head before sliding deeper each time.
His hand stroked what his mouth couldn’t reach, twisting gently as he hollowed his cheeks and sucked. Low, appreciative hums vibrated around me, adding another layer of sensation that had me gripping the sheets.
"D–Damien...fuck," I moaned, the pleasure building rapidly as he maintained his relentless rhythm.
He was incredibly good at this, alternating between deep, slow sucks and faster movements that made my hips twitch involuntarily.
I felt shy and overwhelmed, but the need took over.
"Can... can I move?" I asked breathlessly.
Damien pulled off just enough to look up at me, dark and hungry. "Of course, sunshine. Fuck my face."
He was so shameless!
But those words sent a fresh wave of heat through me, so I guess I was just as shameless.
He took me back into his mouth, and with his permission echoing in my mind, I started to thrust carefully and slowly. His mouth felt like heaven...hot, wet, and perfectly tight around me.
I moaned loudly, so embarrassed that I had to slap a hand over my mouth to muffle it.
Damien’s hands rested on my thighs, encouraging me as I gave in to the exquisite pleasure, losing myself in the sensations of his tongue and throat working around me.
Every thrust pulled more desperate sounds from me; my body trembled as the pleasure coiled tighter and tighter.
I thought I was the one teaching him a lesson. Instead, I was the one falling apart, and I didn’t want it to end.