Damian (7 page)

“Good morning.” A naked brunette grinned up at me as her mouth left my fully erect cock. She began to trace my lower abs with her lips, moving up toward my face.

“Morning,” I mumbled groggily. “Hey, baby, why don’t you stay down there for a few and get rid of my morning wood for me?” I suggested, but we both knew it wasn’t a question. It was an order.

She looked up at me from below, her lust-filled eyes peeking through her long curls that covered my lower region. Then my cock disappeared into her mouth again. I groaned in pleasure as her tongue moved purposefully along the side of my shaft and she took me deep inside her mouth.

Then I noticed that, on the right side of me, a naked blonde was waking up.

“God, I’m horny,” she purred as she enviously watched the brunette going down on me. She traced her fingers up and down my chest as she started to suck on my ear. She began to whimper as I fondled her right breast with my hand and circled my finger around her nipple.

I groaned and grinned wide as the brunette moved up and down my cock like a champ. She hummed and moaned as she gained momentum, and the vibration against my shaft pushed me closer towards the edge.
I love a girl who knows how to give good head.
I grabbed a fistful of her hair with my free hand and moved her mouth, forcing myself deeper inside her as I increased the speed and depth of her movements. Once she began to move at a desired pace without my encouragement, I let go of her hair and allowed her to do the work.

After a few minutes, I was close to my climax. But to my annoyance, the brunette slowed her speed and then stopped.

“What the fuck.” I looked down at her. “Keep going,” I demanded.

“My turn,” the blonde begged.

Ignoring her friend, the brunette smiled up at me, her eyes glazed with pleasure as her hands fondled my balls. “Or I could ride you?” she offered. “You’ve got me so wet from tasting you. I want to ride you
hard
.”

For some reason, I thought about it for a split second.

“Sure. Saddle up baby. As long as I don’t have to do a thing, do whatever you want. Oh, and use a condom.”

She obeyed and straddled on top of me, riding my cock like she was competing in a rodeo. Her large breasts bounced as loud yelps and whimpers escaped her lips each time her pussy took me in deeper.

Then I saw the blonde move towards her friend and they began to kiss each other passionately as they eyed me. As the blonde started massaging her friend’s breasts with her hands, the brunette moved her hand down her friend’s body and glided her index and middle fingers in and out of the blonde’s wetness, synchronizing her thrusts with my cock’s movements. Both girls began to gasp and moan in pleasure as the brunette rode me deeper and faster.

I closed my eyes again to focus on my own pleasure. But within seconds, instead of sinking into the simple pleasure of a typical morning fuck session, I found my thoughts drifting back to the dream I’d been having before this brunette woke me up.

It was about Alexis.

Despite all my efforts to keep my distance from her, she had been a reoccurring part of my dreams ever since the day she locked herself out of her apartment. It had been two weeks since Alexis had refused to hang out with me, and since then, I had been avoiding her. I was pretty sure she had been avoiding me as well. She hadn’t stopped by the bar since that night we had sushi. I knew a part of me had been looking out for her, waiting for her to stop in for a drink to see me. But each time I spotted a brunette coming into the bar from the corner of my eyes, I had glanced towards the door and felt a wave a disappointment when I realized it wasn’t her.

In the last two weeks, I had tried my best to keep my mind and my cock from thinking of her. I had been fucking more women more often. I hadn’t known that was even possible with my busy schedule as it was, but I had made it happen. I would fuck these nameless girls several times throughout the night before kicking them out in the morning after another round in bed or in the shower. I would fucked them hard—not the soft, romantic shit, but the hard, dirty sex you saw in XXX porn videos.

But to be honest, I was exhausted—sex had started to feel like a part-time job—and I was bored. The rush I normally felt after an all-night fuck session wasn’t as exciting. The highs were not as high as before.

I didn’t know why, but every part of me wanted to see
her
again. It was like a thirst that couldn’t be quenched by anyone but her. And I was fucking parched. Even in the short time I had spent with her, I felt as if she’d opened a door inside me that I hadn’t known existed. I knew she was different. She had something to say, she had opinions of her own, and she wasn’t afraid to share them. Plus, she was a challenge. She was able to say no to me even though I was confident that I had the same irresistible effect on her as I had on every women I’d ever met. She hadn’t given in to me, and that didn’t sit right with me. In fact, I had been feeling frustrated since the last time I saw her, and the frustration seemed to build without any signs of release. I knew deep down that the frustration would continue to be pent up inside me until I had my closure with her.

I felt the hardness of my cock intensify and knew it had nothing to do with the talents of this brunette’s pussy working overtime on my crown jewels or the image of the brunette finger-banging her friend in front of me. At that moment, it was as if a light switch had flicked on inside me. I knew what I wanted, I knew who I wanted, and it wasn’t either of these girls.

I wanted Alexis. I wanted to fuck her. Hard. I wanted her to desire me more than any woman had ever desired me before. I wanted her to be the one riding my cock like it was the rodeo.

Finally, I opened my eyes and shifted as I nudged for the brunette to stop. “Just stop,” I said flatly with no explanation.

Both girls stopped and looked at me in confusion. They then looked at each other, their expressions changed from pleasure to disappointment.

“What happened last night?” I asked, ignoring their shell-shocked looks. I buried my face in my hands and rubbed my temples.
Fucking hangover.

There were a few moments of silence before the blonde finally spoke. “Uh. You invited us up here for some fun and you fucked us both several times. You were pretty fucking unbelievable.” There was an expression of awe on her face. The brunette nodded in agreement as she bit her lip and eyed my still-hard cock.

“Sounds about right.”
Shit, I need some coffee
. “Well, thanks for the fuck. Do you girls need me to call you a cab or something?”

The girls looked at one another again, as if trying to decide what to do next.

What the fuck am I doing? Why am I kicking two naked girls out of my place when my dick is still hard?

“Let me ask you girls something.” I wasn’t sure why, but the thought popped into my head and I wanted to see what these girls would say.

“Yes?” they asked as they waited anxiously to hear my question.

“If you had all the money in the world and money wasn’t an issue, what would you do?”

Both girls frowned and looked at each other, probably wondering if this was a trick question.

“No, it’s not a trick question. I’m just curious what your passions are. What would you do with all your free time if you didn’t have any responsibilities?”

There was a long pause.

Finally the blonde giggled and I turned to her expectantly. “I’d live in a mansion and have a huge walk-in closet full of high-end designer clothes. Oh, and another walk-in closet full of designer shoes.” There was a dreamy gleam in the blonde’s eyes as she pictured herself in that imaginary mansion.

“Shit, that would be amazing!” the brunette gasped. “Oh, I’d want something similar, and also I’d want my own maid and driver to take me anywhere I want.”

“Oh, and I’d get some plastic surgery,” said the blonde excitedly.

The brunette turned to her friend. “For what?” she asked, genuinely curious.

“To get these freckles removed from my face—I hate them.”

My eyes darted to the blonde’s freckles. To me, they were one of my favorite features on her face. She was a beautiful girl, but the freckles added a softness to her beauty and made her look cute and sweet.

“Yeah, I’d probably get some work done too,” the brunette said encouragingly.

I looked at the two girls and felt annoyed. I didn’t know why, but I wanted them to put their clothes back on and leave my apartment. Plus, my hangover seemed to have gotten worse since they’d started yapping.

“Can you guys get back home okay or do you need me to call you a cab?”

They looked disappointed.

“Are you sure?” asked the brunette.

“Yeah, I have a shitload of stuff to do for the bar today, so I can’t stick around,” I lied. “If you need a cab, I’m happy to pay for it.” I wanted them gone and my impatience was building.

“Um, I actually drove, so I think we’re okay,” the blonde admitted.

“Cool. Glad to hear.” My voice was curt and I hoped they got the point. “Thanks for a fun night, ladies,” I said as I led them out of my front door. “See you around.”

Before they could say another word, I closed the door behind them. I groaned and walked over to the bathroom. I opened the medicine cabinet and popped two aspirins in my mouth. Then I sank back into my bed and tried to fall back to sleep.

But I couldn’t sleep.

As hard as I pushed the thoughts of her from my mind, all I could think about was Alexis.

***

It was 9:10 p.m. on a Thursday night and two hours into my shift. I had just made three gin and tonics for a group of girls at the bar when I saw a ridiculously hot redhead walking towards me.
Definitely a 9
, I thought.
Also, she looks familiar.

She leaned across the bar and seductively whispered into my ear. “Hey Damian.” I saw her full breasts heave as I felt her hot breath against my face.

“What’s up, beautiful?” I caught a scent of her floral perfume. She sat down on the bar stool in front of me. I looked at her and gave her the signature Damian smile.

“Have we fucked before?” I asked. I saw the hurt look on her face, but she quickly played it off.

Yes, we must have fucked before.

“Uh—No. No, we haven’t,” she said, avoiding my eyes.

Liar
, I thought.

“So what can I get you?” I asked as I grabbed a clean glass from under the bar.

“A Screaming Orgasm,” she said seductively as she licked her lips.

I smiled and knew very well she was not just referring to the cocktail.

“I want it in a shot glass, and I want it Damian style.” She bit her lower lip and gave my body a once-over.

I chuckled.
Of course.
A Damian style shot was something I had came up with when I opened Damian’s. It had became an instant hit. It involved taking the shot you ordered as a body shot off the bartender you ordered the shot from. I got a lot of business from the Damian style shot, and I loved having girls take shots off my body.

“My name’s Courtney, by the way,” she offered. I wondered if she had been waiting for me to ask.

“Gotcha. So where’d you like the shot from?” I asked as I made the shot.

She gave me a meaningful smile and bit her lower lip. “From your mouth.”

“Sure thing.” I turned away from her and leaned my head back until my head and shoulders were flat against the bar table. I then placed the bottom of the shot glass into my mouth and waited for her to take it.

She looked down at me with lust in her eyes, and I knew I must have fucked her hard. And now she was coming back for more. She purposefully placed her hands on my chest as she bent down to take the shot with her mouth. She knocked the shot back quickly and removed the shot glass from her mouth. She then grabbed my face as she bent back down and kissed me hard with her lips. This usually happened after a Damian special shot off my mouth, so I was not at all surprised by her aggressiveness. I opened my mouth and her tongue eagerly explored me as moans escaped her lips.

When Courtney finally went up for air and released me from her grip, I stood back up and turned back to her to give her a wicked smile.
I love my job
.

And then my entire body tensed and my heart stopped when my eyes locked onto the last person I had expected to see.

Alexis
.

There she was, just a few feet away, with a surprised expression on her face.

Shit!
Had she been standing there the entire time, watching me as this redhead’s tongue went deep down my mouth? Watching me as I kissed her back?

I cleared my throat and smiled at Alexis.

“Hey, you.” I knew her name, but for some reason, I’d resisted saying it. It seemed too intimate, and a part of me didn’t want her to know I still remembered her. That just wasn’t like me.

“Hi,” she responded softly. I saw her eyes dart to the redhead next to me. To my surprise, her face remained emotionless, and I found myself annoyed by her response.

Does she not care that I was just making out with someone else?

CHAPTER SEVEN

Alexis

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU LIVE RIGHT here!” exclaimed Kelly as she, Jen, and I got out of the cab in front of Damian’s. “This is one of the hottest new bars in the city!”

I giggled, my mind slightly dazed from the copious amounts of wine Kelly had convinced us to drink at dinner. “Yeah,” I said with a smile. “But I actually had no idea, so that wasn’t the reason I picked this place.”

“Well you fucking lucked out, girl,” she said with a laugh. Jen nodded in agreement. Kelly and Jen were two of the other legal assistants at Jackson & Wittman, LLP. Kelly had trained me during my first week and we’d hit it off immediately. She was in her mid-20s, and a little under five feet. But for someone that tiny, she had a loud and boisterous personality that was difficult to ignore or forget. I knew the minute we’d started talking my first day at the firm that we’d be good friends. I loved her no-bullshit personality and welcomed her bluntness. I didn’t know Jen very well, but Kelly and Jen were best work friends, and I knew I wanted to get to know her as well. We’d had a work event earlier this evening at Wine & Wall, an upscale wine bar in the Financial District, and afterward, Kelly wanted to go to a “real bar,” as she’d put it. She suggested Damian’s because she had been dying to go for the longest time.