Page 38 of Brutal Little Secrets

I don’t know a lot about Damon’s mom, but my curiosity is definitely piqued. I want to ask questions. Questions I shouldn’t ask. What kind of woman was she? What kind of cancer did she have? Was it slow or fast? Did they find it too late? Did she get treatment? What happened? How did Damon deal with it? Has he dealt with it? Is that why he’s so angry?

Mom reaches over and squeezes Adam’s hand. When he lifts his gaze, it’s like he comes out of a trance. He smiles softly at her.

That smile stays with me as I finish dinner and head up to my room. It was a smile of understanding. Like they both went through something horrible and they get that part of each other. Maybe this relationship is good for my mom.

I walk to my desk and review my homework schedule for the week.

The door opens in Damon’s room. I turn in my desk chair to see if he’s going to come to me. The bathroom light and the fan come on. Then the shower starts. He doesn’t close the door.

We never really talked about what happens after we have sex. If I want to get off, will he fuck me or just make me come with his fingers and/or mouth? Do I need to be specific?

If I want to fuck, do I just ask them to fuck me and they do it? I could text Hawk and ask him. Or maybe Cam would tell me. Damon isn’t big on talking, though.

Urgh. I can’t do this. No more focus on sex. I have shit to do.

I turn back to my desk and work on my homework. The shower shuts off and then the sink runs for a little while. That earthy scent wafts toward me. I shiver when I hear my door lock engage.

Anticipation slices through me and my panties are already damp.

I don’t turn around when he stops behind me. His hair is damp from his shower.

He rolls my chair back, taking my hands from my keyboard and spinning my office chair around so I face him. Not that I was typing because I knew he was here. “How’s your pussy?”

I let my gaze linger on the bulge behind his towel before sliding up over his abs and chest to his strong jaw, surprisingly soft lips, and those eyes. So fucking blue. His blonde hair is sticking every which way.

“My pussy is fine. How’s your dick?” I raise an eyebrow. Maybe he’ll realize the absurdity of his question.

Smirking, he lifts me out of the chair. My hands touch his warm muscles before he tosses me on my bed and comes down over me. My breath catches right before he takes my mouth.

Fuck it. My hands slide into his hair as he pulls my sleep shorts down along with my panties. He lifts from me to take off my sleep tank, leaving me naked beneath him. The towel hits the floor.

“Much better.” He lowers his mouth to mine, and every inch of us touches. Skin to skin. The fire blazes inside me. He talksagainst my lips. “If I’d known you hadn’t done this before, I would have been completely naked with you. Bodies sliding against each other. It’s intoxicating.”

“Yeah?” I’m more than a little breathless and on fire at the same time. It’s like the overwhelm of having them all touch me at once, but just with Damon.

“Yeah.” He kisses down my jaw and neck. He pauses in one spot to suck on me while spreading my legs wide and settling between them. His cock pulses against my pussy. Sparks dance across my skin where we touch.

He kisses lower, sucking and nipping my skin, making the fire within burn brighter. He takes his time tormenting my breasts, kissing, sucking, scraping his teeth against my nipple. I can barely breathe. The need for more pulses through me. My hips squirm beneath him, searching for more, aching for more.

He kisses my stomach and slides lower on the bed before pressing my thighs out to the sides and kissing my pussy. I almost come off the bed. The fire burns so hot I’m afraid I’ll combust. He uses his tongue to fuck me before sucking on my clit and then sliding his tongue back inside me.

I move restlessly beneath him, wanting. Afraid to ask for it, but knowing he’ll give it to me.

He hits a spot with his tongue that makes me gasp as pleasure floods me. He must be paying attention because he hits it again and again and again. My breath stalls and I arch up against nothing as my release drags me under.

He rises over me and takes my mouth. I taste myself on his lips as he notches his cock at my entrance and pushes inside. Instead of coming down from the high, I’m tipping right back over, moaning into his mouth as he fucks me slow and easy.

“Damon,” I whisper as he kisses down to my neck, sucking on a place that feels like it’s connected to my pussy, pushing me even higher. His hips don’t stop.

“Yes, little devil?” He rises over me, resting his forearms on either side of my head as he continues to fuck into me over and over again. His hooded eyes search mine. Fuck, this is intense.

I’ve never been this connected to someone before.

“I need...” Fuck, I can’t think. I can’t seem to come down. I can barely breathe. How am I supposed to tell this god what I need?

He shifts and slides a hand between us, hitting the button that makes me spiral out of control. I cry out as I fly over the edge into the abyss. Freefalling into ecstasy.

He chuckles and presses a kiss to my open mouth, sliding his tongue against mine. “That’s it, little devil. Come all over my cock. Fuck, you’re so fucking tight and wet.”