Damian (10 page)

Yes, that’s all she is to me: a hot piece of ass.

***

A few days had passed since that night I had seen Alexis again, and I had been feeling frustrated and on edge ever since that night. I realized that I hadn’t gotten laid since then. I had found myself thinking about her constantly while not having sex at all. I had first told myself that I was tired, that I was busy, that none of the girls that had recently approached me were hot enough to make the effort.

But by Monday afternoon, after a busy weekend at the bar, I was beyond horny, and jacking off was not doing the trick anymore. So when a pretty girl with dirty blond hair walked in alone and sat down at the bar, my dick twitched like a druggie itching for his next fix.

“Hey there,” I said with my signature smile as I placed a napkin in front of her on the bar counter. “What can I get you?”

“Are you Damian?” She bit her lower lip as she eyed me up and down.

I chuckled.
She’s one of those patrons. This is too easy
.

“At your service.” I gave her a wink.

An hour later and after I had watched her slowly nurse three cocktails while she’d sat there flirting with me, I knew she wanted me and she was as good as fucked—literally.

“Can I get another one?” she asked as she finally drained her third glass.

“Are you sure that’s what you actually want?” I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

She met my gaze and a sinful smile spread across her face. “What do you have in mind?”

“I live right upstairs. I don’t mind taking my half-hour break to fuck your brains out,” I said huskily.

She gasped, and I knew she was turned on.

“Want in?”

I winked at her and saw the look in her eyes.

That’s a yes.

***

We had barely walked through my apartment door when I had already pulled off the girl’s dress.

“Fuck, you’re hot,” she exclaimed as I stripped off my t-shirt and then closed the front door behind us.

“I know. Now shut up and let’s fuck,” I said as I quickly unhooked her bra.

“Damn, I love an aggressive man.” She gave me a wicked smile as she pushed me hard against the front door. “I hope you love an aggressive woman.” She dug her nails down my arms as her lips moved quickly down my chest until they met the large budge pushing out from inside my jeans. She got on her knees and smiled up at me excitedly as she unbuttoned my jeans and pushed them down.

Lust filled her eyes as she saw my cock pop out of my briefs to greet her. “God, you’re so fucking big,” she gasped. Immediately, she grasped my hardness with her hand and moved her hands up and down my shaft. “I love rock-hard candy,” she purred. “They’re so fun to suck on.”

“Suck, baby, suck,” I urged as my impatience started to rise inside me.

I just need to get rid of this pent-up frustration, and fast! There’s no time for chitchat.

I groaned as her wet mouth took in my already hard cock and arched my pelvis into her mouth, forcing her to take me in deeper. “That’s good, baby,” I moaned. “Yeah, just like that.” I closed my eyes and I felt the pent-up sexual energy course through me and rush down to my erection.

To my annoyance, she slowed down and started flicking her tongue across the tip of my cock as her hands moved up and down the length of me.
Shit, don’t tell me she needs a breather.

She looked up at me lustfully as she moved her other hand down into the folds of her panties. “You’ve made me so wet, baby,” she moaned as she pulled her fingers out of her wetness and seductively licked it with her tongue. She then kissed her way up my chest until she had reached my neck. “Taste me,” she whispered in my ear and then pulled my face down towards her to kiss her, to taste her pussy from her mouth.

I turned my head sideways in time to avoid her kiss. I didn’t go down on girls, so I wasn’t about to taste a girl’s pussy if I could help it. “I need to fuck now,” I ordered.

She paused for a split second before she said, “Me too, baby. Come and fuck me hard,” she begged as she started pulling me towards my bedroom.

This shit is taking too long
.

“That’s too fucking far,” I barked as I pulled her back towards me and we walked past the kitchen. I couldn’t wait any longer. I grabbed a condom from my kitchen drawer—I made sure to have condoms in every room of my apartment—and slipped it on. I then pulled down her panties, revealing her completely shaven pussy.

“What, no landing strip?” I remarked.
I love a girl with a landing strip—it tells me she’s ready for a good fuck and she’s guiding me to her jackpot.

“Baby, I like to be completely naked,” she purred.

I ignored her comment, grabbed her waist, and pulled her up onto the kitchen counter. “How flexible are you?” I asked as my hands moved down her thighs and toward her ankles.

“I used to be a gymnast,” she said proudly.

“Spread wide then, baby, because you’re in for a rough ride,” I growled as I raised her ankles over my shoulders and drove my cock into her wet pussy.

She screamed in pleasure as I entered her with force, pushing my entire length deep into her.

“Fuck, that’s amazing,” she managed to say between her gasps and ragged breathing as I picked up the speed.

I groaned as I closed my eyes and rammed into her over and over again, causing the dishes in the kitchen cabinets behind her to clatter in time with my thrusts into her.

As her pussy engulfed my erection, I felt her clench her muscles around my cock and the tightness pulled me into the throes of ecstasy. I knew she had just come from her whimpers and desperate moans, and I was close to my own edge.

But just then, the blaring sound of my door buzzer went off. Someone was standing less than 15 feet away from us on the other side of the front door.

“Shit, who could that be?” I groaned, half in pleasure, half in annoyance as I pounded into the blonde one last time.

She moaned as I pulled out of her. “Just ignore it. I want another orgasm before I’m done with you,” she begged.

“There’s plenty of time for that. I don’t have any unhappy customer,” I said with a laugh.

“Mmm. I can attest to that already. The last orgasm was fucking unbelievable.”

“Let’s take a quick breather,” I said as I walked across the living room to the bathroom and grabbed a towel. “I’ll meet you in the shower and we can continue in there. Keep that hot ass of yours ready for me when I get back.”

“Fuck yeah.” She gave me a sideways smile, bit her bottom lip, and ran into the bathroom. I watched her close the bathroom door and then heard the water begin to beat down against the bathtub.

As I wrapped the towel around my waist, I imagined how hard I was going to fuck her in the wet shower in a few minutes. My hard-on poked against the towel as I walked to my door.

When I opened the door, my body stiffened at the sight of her.

“Shit, it’s you.” It was Alexis.

“Oh,” she frowned and I saw the disappointment on her face by my reaction. An unexpected ripple of guilt ran through me.

“Uh, sorry. That’s not what I meant. You just caught me off guard.” I tried to backtrack as I walked out of my apartment and closed the door behind me. If she was disappointed by my comment, I didn’t want to see her reaction if she found out that I wasn’t alone in my apartment. We had a date coming up in four days and I didn’t want anything to ruin my chances with her that night.

“Maybe this was a bad time. I’m sorry,” she said, her cheeks as red as roses. I saw her shift uncomfortably as her eyes landed on my towel and noticed my erection poking through.

“No, not at all,” I insisted and laughed. “I ...” I noticed her eyes dart toward my nakedness and smiled. “I was just working out and built up a sweat. And well”—I looked down at my erection and laughed—“I was just about to get into the shower and let out some steam.”

“Oh. Do you have company? I thought I heard something.”

I was surprised by the directness of her question.

For some reason, it pained me to lie to her. But I also knew that I couldn’t tell her the truth—not if I wanted a chance with her, not if I wanted to ever see her again. I knew she was not one of those girls who would still agree to see me if she knew I was with another girl.

“No,” I said quickly. “No, it was probably just the TV. I just turned it off and was about to jump into the shower.”

I looked into her eyes and saw the uncertainty painted over her face.

“Care to join and help me out?” I asked with smirk, motioning down towards my erection with my eyes. I knew very well that she would not say yes, but I hoped it would convince her that I was indeed alone.

“No,” she said with a slight disgust in her voice. “I”—she looked away from me—“I should go.”

Shit, this is not going well.

I sighed and grabbed her arm gently. “Hey, hey. Stop. Let’s start from the beginning,” I suggested.

“Okay?” She looked at me uncertainly.

I gave her a dazzling smile and pulled her towards me for a hug.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I said as I kissed her on the cheek. I caught a whiff of her sweet, subtle scent that made me inch closer into her neck to inhale more of her essence.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Did you stop by for something?” I asked. Our eyes met and I felt an unfamiliar warmth radiate through me.

“Yeah. I”—she paused again—“I just wanted to confirm our thing on Friday.”

I smiled at her. I knew she just wanted to see me. I had already texted her on Saturday to let her know that I was going to take her to Swan Oyster Depo on Friday.

“You mean our
date
?” I asked. Normally, calling a get-together with a girl a date would cause a negative visceral reaction from me. But for some reason, calling our Friday get-together a date with Alexis didn’t feel so bad.

At the mention of the word, she gave me a warm smile, and I was happy that I had used the word. “Yes, our date,” she agreed.

“Yup. We’re all set for Friday. I’ll stop by your apartment to pick you up at seven p.m.”

“Okay, great. Thanks.”

I chuckled at how sweet she was.

“What?”

“Nothing. It’s just cute that you thanked me just now.”

“Oh,” she replied, and I saw her cheeks flush like a ripe Georgia peach. “Don’t let it get to your head,” she said boldly.

“And there’s the feistiness I knew was coming,” I teased.

She giggled and rolled her eyes.

“Okay, I’ll let you shower and take care of business,” she said sarcastically as her eyes darted down at my still hard erection that greeted her from under the towel.

I laughed. “It’s a shame you can’t help out.”

She rolled her eyes again. “See you on Friday, Damian.” She then turned and walked away, leaving me wanting more of what I had just felt seconds ago.

I went back into my apartment and closed the door behind me. I heard the shower still running in the bathroom and remembered that there was a girl in there, waiting to get fucked by me. I looked down at my cock, which was still up and ready for some action.

I’ll just fuck her and kick her out. Why waste a perfectly fine piece of ass that’s ready, willing, and waiting?

But when I got into the shower and saw the naked blonde waiting for me, I knew my heart—and my cock—was no longer in it anymore. I mindlessly went through the motions to achieve my climax and kicked her out after she had cleaned up.

After the girl left, I sank into my couch and started watching ESPN.

Friday cannot come soon enough.
The thought popped into my head as I passed out on my couch, drowning in thoughts of Alexis.

CHAPTER NINE

Alexis

“HEY, GORGEOUS,” DAMIAN SAID IN A husky voice as he pulled me into him—pressing me against his naked, hard bronze chest—and gave me a kiss on the cheek. My breath stilled as I felt his erection press against me.

“Hi,” I said as my eyes darted to the erection poking out of the towel that was wrapped tightly around his waist. A part of me wanted to see it, to touch it, and to feel it, and yet another part of me wondered if he was in fact alone. I knew he was not a guy I could trust. I knew I was taking a risk with my heart to let him in. But I couldn’t help myself for wanting to get to know him better.

“Did you stop by for something?” he asked. I thought I heard a hint of worry in his voice, but when our eyes met, all I saw was the richness of his warm, blue eyes and I felt myself melt into them.

“Yeah. I…” I paused, trying to think through the fog that had covered my thoughts. “I just wanted to confirm our thing on Friday.” I really hadn’t stopped by his place to confirm our date. But ever since I saw him last Thursday night, I had been consumed with thoughts of him and it had been driving me crazy—so crazy that I’d acted out on my urge to come see him.

“You mean our
date
?” he asked with an amused look on his face. I couldn’t help but smile at him when I heard him call it a date.

“Yes, our date.”

“Yup. We’re all set for Friday. I’ll stop by your apartment to pick you up at seven p.m.” He smiled at me and I resisted an urge to kiss him goodbye.

“Okay, great. Thanks,” I said excitedly.

He chuckled at my response.

“What?” I asked defensively.

“Nothing. It’s just cute that you thanked me just now.”

“Oh.” I felt my face grow hot at how easily he could get to me. “Don’t let it get to your head,” I shot back. I couldn’t allow him to think he had such a strong hold on me.

“And there’s the feistiness I knew was coming,” he laughed.

I laughed and rolled my eyes. I was amazed at how easy and natural our rapport was.

“Okay, I’ll let you shower and take care of business,” I teased as I shot one last glance at the towel. 

He laughed. “It’s a shame you can’t help out.”

Yes, it is.
He had no idea how tempted I was to take him up on the offer.

“See you on Friday, Damian.” I smiled before I turned to walk away, feeling even more excited about Friday than I had minutes earlier.