Stoned (The Stone Series) (37 page)

I run my hands over the muscles on his arms and over his pecs. I use a finger to follow the line of hair down between his muscles then to his happy trail. He moans and stiffens even more under me.

“I want you inside of me now, Damian. I want to fuck you” I boldly say and he responds eagerly. He lifts me by my hips and places me on him, he’s as hard as his name and fills me to almost overflowing warning me, “Go slow at first till you get used to it, it’s going to be deep this way.”

He’s right but it feels so good being impaled on him. I place my hands on his chest muscles and when I see him close his eyes and hear the moan that escapes him I almost come on the spot.

“Slow, baby. Don’t come yet, let it build first. Fuck, you are so tight.”

Damian takes his thumb and begins making circles over my clit. It starts to throb and my body is clenched and tight. I am about to come for this man and he hasn’t even moved inside me yet.

“Easy, don’t move” he says as he removes his thumb from my clit.

Damian grabs my hips and holds me still for a what feels like too long but then he can bare it no more, he growls between gritted teeth, “Okay, now, here, like this. Move up and down on me. Ah, fucking Christ baby, ride me.”

I do as he shows me and I grow even wetter and hotter when I see him struggle to hold back his own orgasm. He’s giving me more control than I thought he would, more control than he thought he would too. “You want to make me come bad don’t you, baby?” he asks through clenched teeth.

“Oh, God yes.”

“Then get on your feet and squat over me then ride me all the way up and down and I’ll come for you so hard in that tight little pussy of yours.”

“Slow” he warns again and I don’t want to obey, I want to make his body behave the way he makes mine behave, like it has no control. I lean down and kiss him and that’s his undoing. He pulls me back and says, “I’m done, I can’t hold it back any more. Fuck, watch me come for you. Sydney, you’re making me come.” He grunts and squirms under me, “Mmm, ohh, ahh, Sydney. I’m fucking coming.” I feel his whole body shake from his orgasm and his face is so gorgeous and vulnerable at the same time I know it will be my undoing. He catches me by my hips and keeps thrusting as I come along with him, all the while he curses, “Fuck, oh, fuck, yes.”  

I fall onto his chest and we lay in a heap both of us trying to catch our breath.

“Ah, that was amazing. I haven’t done it like that since college but it wasn’t like this then, never like it is with you.”

“What, did I do it wrong? I’m sure your old, experienced professor was much better than me” I say hurt from his words.

“No, it’s not that at all. Yeah, she was more experienced than you but it was never as good as that just was. I never thought I’d ever be able to get off being under anyone. I thought I’d let you have your fun being in control for a few minutes, maybe let you come then I had all intentions of flipping you over and taking the reins. I never thought it would be so fucking hot to see you on top of me with this beautiful hair in my face. I warned you before; your hair alone can bring me to my knees. You are changing me Sydney.”

We are interrupted by Damian’s phone as a text comes in. He shifts under me to reach for his phone but when I attempt to move off of him he holds me to his body.

“It’s from Veronica. I may have some good news for you” he says with a grin on his face, “But don’t get your hopes up just yet.”

He tells me that he called the fashion designer in Paris at the end of last week and found out that he only needed Drea and Parker for one more day of shooting and after some thought he decided to text Veronica yesterday when we arrived to ask her to see if they were done with the shoot and could head home early. He said that he’s still not thrilled about Mac and his sister together but that he is a good guy and she could do much worse.

“I’m not making any promises” he warns. “Veronica spoke to the designer and they’ll be done and can leave by the end of the week but he said he won’t go back on his word, he’ll allow them the use of the chateau until the end of the summer so they may want to stay.”

I am so excited that I start to kiss Damian all over his face telling him he’s the best boyfriend ever, already forgetting that I’m mad at him about his college professor comment . He smiles and kisses me back.

We finally get out of bed and head to the bathroom to brush our teeth and get presentable to leave. I throw my hair up into a high ponytail and when Damian sees me he grabs me around my waist and asks where I’m going so fast.

“I thought we were getting ready to leave, why?”

“You look fucking hot with your hair like that and now I’m hard again.”

“Mmm, well you seem to be the master of making me wait maybe I should give you a taste of your own medicine.”

“Be careful, you’re playing with fire” he warns as he slaps me on the ass.

We gather our clothes, me minus my panties that Damian ripped in half last night, then head in search of everyone else. We find Mac and Dominick gathered at the kitchen table with Brook, Tate and the twins, the others have all gone back to the city. I hope Alex won’t be mad that I may not make it into work today. I reach for my purse and send him a fast text apologizing.

“You don’t need to worry, I’m sure he knows you’re not going in to work today. You can work on my project from home. We’ll work on it together” Damian playfully teases me as he slaps my ass again, this time in front of everyone.

“Oh, look at the cute couple” Tate teases Damian in his best baby talk.

I don’t think Damian would find that entertaining coming from many other people, Alex maybe but probably no one else. I like that he’s close with Tate. I wish I had family; all I have is Parker which reminds me she might be home soon and I’m excited all over again. But then fear sets in when I start to think about how I am going to explain my relationship with Damian. I wonder what she’s going to think about Damian and me together. She and Drea coming home may present a problem with our living arrangements. I assume Drea will move back in with Damian and Parker will crash with me until she can find a place of her own or we find one together. I don’t want to leave Damian’s building, I like being close to him. I decide to push those thoughts off and enjoy my excitement over having a boyfriend and my best friend coming home.

We say our good-byes with promises to return soon. I thank Brook and Tate for everything and Damian nods to Mac and Dominick. When we get outside I hear Damian call my name. “Sydney” he yells from behind me. “Catch.”

I turn around and catch the keys in my hand. “Are you sure? First this morning in bed and now you’re going to let me drive my car? I am changing you!”

“I’m sure I will prefer the experience of you driving me this morning more than I am about to enjoy this car ride but I’ll make do.” Damian wraps his arms around me, kisses my nose and whispers, “I love you, don’t kill us please, there is so much more I need to teach you.”

Damian tells me to pull out of the driveway and Mac will follow close behind. This car is amazing. It has punch and rides so smooth. I have never enjoyed driving so much before. It can also be because I have the most amazing man in the seat next to me and he’s all mine. Damian looks tired but even exhausted he’s the picture of perfection, my nickname still standing. His hair is disheveled and his shirt is wrinkled. He is wearing his sunglasses and he keeps distracting me by running his hand on my bare leg. He’s relaxed even though I know it’s a struggle for him to relinquish power and allow me to drive.

I decide to see just what I can do with this car when we get on I-95. I accelerate hard and fast causing Damian to reprimand me. “Slow the fuck down right now or I’m driving. Is that how you normally drive because if it is you can kiss this car good-bye right now” he warns as if he’s talking to a sixteen year old child.

I tell him I really haven’t driven much since I left Connecticut years ago for the city. I have never owned my own car and living in the city I’ve never needed one. I go on to try to explain that I don’t need one now either but he just smiles and ignores my protesting.

Damian spends the rest of the ride catching up on work emails and playing around with his phone. He’s managing to do all of this with only his right hand because his left hand hasn’t left my leg. Well, it did creep a little higher once, just for a second to remind me that I wasn’t wearing any panties but when I moaned and closed my eyes while driving he quickly put his hand back on my leg.

“Where’s your phone?” he asks.

“Um, in my purse I guess, why?”

“I want to see it for a minute.”

He reaches into the backseat and pulls my purse onto his lap and begins rifling through it without asking. He finds my phone and realizes I have it locked. “Why do you have a lock on your phone?” he wants to know.

“So people can’t get into it” I state the obvious.

“People? What people? You mean me? You don’t want me to be able to get into your phone?”

“No. I don’t know. I always lock my phone in case it gets lost or stolen I guess.”

“What’s the code?” he demands.

“Take a wild guess.”

He unlocks it on the first try when he punches in S-T-O-N-E. “I like your code” he says, the smile returning to his face, his mood lightening. “Listen, this is my new ring tone for when you call me. Do you like?”

He uses my phone to call him and his phone begins to play Rihanna’s
S&M
and I laugh at his joke. “Cute, right?”

“Yeah, very funny.”

Damian spends the rest of the trip home searching through my phone, my contacts, my call log, my emails and my text messages. “I love that almost everything on here is from me or to me.”

We pull into the garage and Damian climbs out of the car saying, “Thank you for not killing us.” He presses a kiss first to my nose then my forehead before inhaling my hair.

We enter the building through the garage then take the elevator up to the first floor to my apartment. When we approach my apartment door we see the red spray paint at the same time…

Sleep tight bitch

There’s also a note attached to the door
that says…

You might think that she’s yours, Stone but she’s not. Just remember every time you fuck her that I had her first. Every time you are inside of her think of me there before you. She will always belong to me, never to you and I will reclaim her!

Damian is about to lose his mind and I don’t know what to do to stop him from the destruction he’ll cause. I decide to throw myself at him. I slam him up against the wall as best as I can with all my body weight and lock my lips on his. He is rigid and not touching me, his hands are at his sides in clenched fists.  “Sydney, stop” he says through my mouth. “I can’t touch you when I’m like this. I can’t be near you. Let me go. I need to explode so please get far away from me; I don’t want to hurt you.”

I press my hips into him and kiss him again, “You would never hurt me, Damian” I remind him and he sighs. “You can explode with me, in my bed. Let me make you feel better, remind you who I belong to.”

Damian kisses me hard and urgently turning the tables on me and pinning me up against the wall with not only his hips but his fast growing erection. He orders Mac and Dominick to check my apartment. When they give the all clear he picks me up and carries me to my room yelling at them to wait in the hallway over his shoulder. He throws me down on my bed and pounces on me at the same time. Now his actions are matching his bad boy looks and his Dominant persona.

“This is going to be fast and rough. Safe word me if you can’t handle it. Okay?”

“Okay.”

His hands roam all over my body within mere seconds but he doesn’t take my clothes off, he reaches up my dress and when he finds me without panties he smiles that wicked smile, clearly remembering ripping them in half last night. He takes his erection out of his pants, then he is pounding into me at a brutally hard and fast pace; he doesn’t kiss me or nuzzle my neck. There was no foreplay; no touching me, checking to be sure my body was ready to accept him, he knew it would be. “Tell. Me. Your. Mine. Tell. Me. You. Belong. To. Me” he orders with each thrust and as I obey and tell him that I am his and that I belong to him he explodes inside of me. His body crashes down on top of me with a shudder and then he finally calms. He nuzzles my neck and inhales my hair. “You should never let me use you like that, it’s not right” he states.