Chapter 162: Good Boys Say No (18+)
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I woke up to the soft morning light seeping through the partially drawn curtains, my body wrapped in a cozy warmth that only came from sleeping next to Damien.
Two days had passed in a blur, and once again, I found myself pressed against Damien’s solid frame, feeling like it was the most natural place to be.
My cheek rested on his chest, the rise and fall matching his steady breaths, and for a moment, I enjoyed that blissful in-between space where nothing required an explanation.
But then reality hit me like a freaking brick to my face...
Heat pooled low in my belly, my cock straining against the thin fabric of my boxers, throbbing with a need I couldn’t ignore.
A frustrated sigh escaped my lips as I shifted cautiously, trying not to wake him.
This was getting really absurd, waking up like this sometimes because his scent enveloped me and because his hands lingered in my memory.
I had to take care of this quickly, before he woke up and turned it into one of his games.
I slid toward the edge of the bed, the sheets brushing against my legs, but before I could swing my feet to the floor, Damien’s arm tightened around my waist.
His voice came out low and sleepy, laced with a smirk I knew was there even without looking.
"Mmm...where you going, sunshine?"
I froze, heat flooding my cheeks.
"Bathroom," I replied, sharper than I’d meant to, trying to hide the embarrassment that was bubbling up inside me. "Move."
He didn’t budge, instead, he opened his eyes, blue and amused, catching me tugging at the blanket in a frantic attempt to cover myself.
With one effortless motion, he yanked the sheets down, revealing the obvious tent in my boxers.
His gaze settled there and a low chuckle rumbled from his chest.
I let out a sigh, here we go again...
"Oh... so that’s what was poking me in my sleep. Morning wood with my name on it?"
What the heck?!
Mortification washed over me like fire. I scrambled to pull the blanket back up, but he held it tight, his fingers teasingly brushing along my thigh.
"Shut up!" I hissed, my voice cracking in spite of my efforts to sound annoyed. "This is just a normal biological thing, okay? Happens to everyone!"
Damien’s smirk only widened, that playful glint in his eyes making my stomach flip in ways I didn’t want to think about.
He propped himself up on one elbow, the sheets pooling around his hips and revealing his lean, muscled torso that always left my mind spinning.
"Sure it does. But does it usually happen because you’re pressed up against me all night?"
His hand slid under the blanket before I could stop him, palm gliding over the bulge in my boxers with agonizing slowness. "Tell me, sunshine... were you having naughty dreams about me?"
I felt like I could just die in that moment, embarrassment mixing with an unwelcome flicker of excitement that made my cock twitch under his touch.
"Of course not!" I protested, but the words came out breathier than I wanted. My body, however, betrayed me, my hips shifting slightly toward his hand before I caught myself.
He cooed softly, stroking me through the fabric with lazy, firm movements that sent sparks racing up my spine.
"Then why are you so hard you could cut glass? Were you going to sneak off to the bathroom and handle it yourself like a bad boy?"
"Yes...fuck—yes, I was," I admitted, my voice breaking as his thumb circled the sensitive head, spreading the damp spot forming on my boxers.
My thoughts swirled chaotically: part of me wanted to push him away to keep some shred of dignity, but the larger part, the one that had been getting louder over the past few days...craved the way he could unravel me so easily.
It was terrifying how quickly he turned me on, how his teasing voice and confident hands made me forget every defensive barrier I’d tried to set up.
"Now why would you do that when I’m right here? I’d gladly help you out, you know..."
Damien tutted, leaning in closer until his breath ghosted over my ear. "I’d gladly fuck all that pent-up desire out of you until you can’t think straight."
I shot him a glare, arms crossed over my chest even as my breathing grew heavier, my skin flushing hotter under his gaze.
"There’s no way I’d let you fuck me again! Last time felt way too good. I’d probably lose my mind... but I wouldn’t be able to walk afterward."
"Oh? You won’t let me fuck you?"
"Nope. I won’t," I declared defiantly, holding his gaze even as my resolve wavered like a candle in a windstorm.
He only smiled innocently, but his eyes promised something entirely different.
"Okay, love."
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Barely ten minutes later, I found myself exactly where I said I wouldn’t be.
I was straddling his hips, my hands pressed against his chest as I sank down onto him with a broken moan that echoed through the room.
How did we get here, you ask? Well I don’t even know to be honest.
One minute we were exchanging jabs, his fingers skillfully working me open with slick precision and talking about how I wouldn’t let him fuck me again, and the next, I was lowering myself onto his thick cock, the stretch feeling so right it stole my breath.
Damien’s hands grasped my ass, guiding me, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh as he watched me with hooded eyes full of raw hunger and affection.
This little shit...for fuck’s sake it’s like he used some kind of hypnosis on me!
"Fuck... Damien...!" I gasped.
My head falling back as I adjusted to the fullness, every inch of him buried deep inside me sending waves of pleasure radiating outward.
My thighs trembled against his sides, but I couldn’t help rocking forward, chasing that delicious friction.
He felt incredible...big, hot and hard and so deep it made my toes curl.
I began moving, rising and falling in a rhythm that built steadily, my moans growing louder despite my attempts to stifle them.
The sound of skin against skin filled the air, mingling with the wet noises of our bodies joining over and over.
Damien thrust up to meet me, his hips snapping powerfully, driving himself deeper with every motion.
"Like hell I’m slowing down," he growled, his voice thick with desire.
Like I even wanted him to slow down...holy fuck!
One hand left my ass to deliver a playful spank that made me jolt in surprise and clench around him, drawing a deep groan from his throat.
Did he just...spank me?!
Oh, I was so gonna kill him when this was over.
"Look at you. So fucking pretty when you’re pretending not to want it. Riding me like you were born just for this."
I could barely form words to cuss him out, lost in the heat building between us.
My fingers dug into his chest, nails scraping lightly as I rode him harder, the angle hitting that sweet spot repeatedly until stars danced behind my eyelids.