Chapter 163: The King Of Multitasking (18+)
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Sweat coated our skin, and the possessiveness in his grip, his fingers kneading my ass, pulling me down onto him with every thrust...created something warm and dangerous blooming in my chest.
This wasn’t just about sex anymore; it felt like he was doing his best to claim me, body and soul, in the most intoxicating way...over and over.
Until it was drilled into my thick skull.
That I was his and his alone.
Then my phone started ringing on the nightstand, the loud tone breaking through the haze like an unwanted guest.
I froze for a moment, clenching around Damien’s cock involuntarily, which only made him groan and thrust up harder.
Who was calling? I wasn’t supposed to be at work this early in the morning and the hospital bills had been paid in full.
Damien reached for my phone.
"Don’t—ahh—don’t you dare answer that!" I panicked, my voice strained as I reached for the phone, but he was quicker.
"Shh, baby. I got it," he murmured with a wicked grin, still buried deep inside me.
His arm stretched out, grabbing the device before I could protest.
"Damien, I swear to God—!" I hissed desperately, covering my mouth with one hand while the other braced against his shoulder.
My heart raced wildly, a mix of horror and a twisted thrill surging through me as he answered without missing a beat, his hips continuing their steady, relentless rhythm beneath me.
This man...he really had zero shame!
Where the hell did he even come from?!
"Hey, Jeremy," Damien said coolly into the phone, his voice steady, as if he weren’t pounding into me with deep, controlled thrusts that made my eyes roll back. "It’s been a while, hasn’t it?"
Each movement sent jolts of pleasure through my core, forcing me to bite down hard on my lip to keep quiet.
"Oh Oliver’s not available right now. I guess you could say he went for a little... ride."
I gaped at him in shock while he only grinned at me innocently.
Jeremy’s voice came through, louder, irritated and confused.
"What? Damien? Put Oliver on! Is he free tomorrow for tutoring or not?"
I struggled to stay quiet, my body betraying me as Damien angled his hips just right, hitting that spot over and over again.
A tiny, involuntary moan slipped past my lips, and Damien’s grin widened mischievously, his eyes locked onto mine with pure mischief.
He gave my ass another light spank, the sting transforming into heat that only pushed me closer to the edge.
I glared at him when I finally realized...He was actively trying to see if I keep my sounds in check!
"He’s a little... occupied," Damien continued, chuckling softly while thrusting harder, as if this were all just a game to test my limits. "Can’t really talk right now. But I’ll be sure to let him know you called."
Jeremy mumbled something else, clearly irritated with Damien’s nonchalant tone, but I could hardly focus.
The effort to stay quiet was nerve-wracking and thrilling, my thighs trembling, my cock leaking against Damien’s stomach as he kept up the punishing pace.
He was loving this too much, his free hand roaming over my body, pinching a nipple lightly before gripping my hip to pull me down onto him with even more force.
I let out a yelp but in quickly covered my mouth with my palms.
It’s almost like he wanted Jeremy to hear me!
"Yeah, he’s fine. Just working up a sweat nowadays."
I almost burst out into tears... Damien really was the weapon fashioned against me!
Damien added, his voice dropping lower as he hung up and tossed the phone aside. "Talk later, man."
The moment the call ended, I let out a shaky breath, glaring down at him even as pleasure coiled tighter in my belly.
"I—I fucking hate you...! Fuck, right there—!"
"Good boy," he praised, his voice thick and affectionate, thrusting up with renewed intensity. "Trying so hard to stay quiet, almost let that pretty moan slip out. Think Jeremy heard how well you’re taking me?"
The words set off a fresh wave of embarrassment, but they also pushed me over the edge. My rhythm faltered as the orgasm hit me hard, overwhelming and intense.
I came with a loud moan I couldn’t suppress, my body shaking as pleasure coursed through every nerve.
Thick ropes of cum painted Damien’s abdomen, my inner walls clenching rhythmically around his cock still buried deep within me. The world reduced to the feeling of him, hot, relentless, holding me through everything...as waves of ecstasy left me breathless.
I collapsed against his chest, panting heavily, my heart racing against his. Damien’s arms wrapped around me instantly, holding me close with a tenderness that contrasted the wild passion from moments before.
He softly kissed my forehead, his lips lingering there as his hard cock remained nestled inside me, a constant, intimate reminder.
"You always take me so well, baby," he whispered, his voice gentle and filled with quiet awe. "So fucking perfect like this."
I muttered against his chest, nuzzling closer despite myself, my body still buzzing with aftershocks.
"I really hate you."
Damien chuckled softly, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along my spine. "Sure you do."
As I lay there, catching my breath in the circle of his arms, the weight of everything began to settle over me like a warm blanket layered with something deeper.
The playful banter, the way he could turn an ordinary morning into this whirlwind of laughter and desire, it was addictive. I kept telling myself this was just benefits, just casual relief between two people figuring out whatever this was.
But coming apart on top of him while he answered the phone like it was nothing, his voice steady even as he pushed me to the brink... I was starting to realize I was in way too deep.
The possessiveness in his touch, the affection in his eyes afterward, it wasn’t just heat anymore. It was becoming something much more, and that realization thrilled and terrified me all at once.
I was about drift off to sleep again, then I heard...
"Hey, don’t fall asleep now, Oliver. You know how this goes, don’t you? I’m not done with you yet."
Lord help me...