Page 86 of June: Jess' Story

“Okay, where to now?” I dust my hands off as Damian throws his greasy, very empty plate away. “Look! See,” I point to the empty plate, “this is why we didn’t share. You wanted a whole slice!” He laughs, and we start walking.

“Well, just for that, we’re walking instead of cabbing.”Fuck. I gently push him in fake annoyance, but he grabs my hand and pulls me back. Then he just holds my hand. And it feels fine. Normal even. Maybe even more than fine.

“So, you know where we’re goingthen?” I ask.

“Yup. You said dancing. This place does dancing.”

So this place is really good for dancing. There are four floors and a rooftop. Each floor is a dance floor and is playing a specific kind of music.

First floor is for smooth jams. It’s an older crowd. Very cool, but not tonight. Second floor: hard rock. Very goth. Love it, but also not tonight. Third floor is a mixture and I immediately recognize the song playing. It’s Mac Miller, but also this indie song that’s hot right now.

“Ahh, I love this song!” I exclaim loudly to Damian, pulling on his suit coat to get him to stop walking toward the stairs.

“Really?” he shouts back. I nod enthusiastically, then dance the two of us over to the main floor.

I take a deep breath, looking at Damian’s blue eyes, and then I just let loose. I let the music guide me, takeus, and it feels good. The rest of the world sort of just…fades away around us. And it’s just him, and me, and I’m not thinking of what was, I’m just here. Right now. And it feels better than good that he has a hand on my hip and he’s dancing withme.

At one point he even breaks away and dances on his own, and there’s just something so disarming about watching this man. Clearly a serious businessman, who is a fucking joy to be around, get down in this bar and let loose. He’s a mess, clearly, but then so am I.

“Hey,” I walk up to him and grab his chin with my hand. He smiles back at the touch, pulling my body into his. “Let's be messy together, yeah?” I ask and he nods, threading his hands around my waist and pulling us together flush.

And with that, he sinks his mouth onto mine and we get lost, this time together. We’re swaying and moving and then we’re moving away.

We’re in the hall, my back against the wall, his tongue on my neck when I whisper out, “I want you.”

He gives me a look in return that does something to me. “I needed you,” he whispers back.

That simple admission has me throwing in the towel. I’m done fighting. I’m done pretending. Maybe casual sex is all there is for me in this world. This man needs me. I want him.Fuck it.I drag him to the bathroom, shut the door, lock it, and hop on the sink.

The man doesn’t need any instructions. He’s between my legs, sliding my dress up with a hand gripping my thigh. His mouth is on mine in a way that makes me feel fucking worshiped. And then my hands are pushing his suit jacket down.

When he releases my mouth to trail down my chest to where my nipples are taught through the thin slip dress, I tell him again, “I want you.”

He nods against me preparing to go to his knees as he says, “No condom, though, Jess.” But I stop him, opening my clutch to pull one out and he stares at it like it’s a precipice.

“I think it’s pretty clear we need each other,” I say at last. And then like a dam breaks, he’s unleashed and it’s the best kind of consuming. He can’t get close enough to me, he can’t get his kiss deep enough. I’ve become his greatest desire and I have his complete focus. Damian is focused on me. Just me.

“God, Jess, you…fuck.” There’s so much desperation, on both sides, words die before a coherent thought forms. I’m grasping and unbuckling his belt, and then we’re both pushing his pants down. My underwear is pulled to the side. He pulls me to the edge of the sink and drives his rock-hard cock into me at the same time as he sinks his tongue into my mouth.

I grab at him from behind and grind as he thrusts. It’s messy, but beyond satisfying. The sounds of skin slapping, his smooth shoes squeaking against the dirty tile floor, his groans, my pants; it’s a cacophony of indiscretion and I love it. It’s a symphony of desperation and I fuckinglovethis feeling. This high.

It’s like when the beat drops and you justneed. You need to move. To bang your head. To thrust. To ride.

“Jess…I…” Damian stutters. I clench a little harder and ride against him, my back arching, my hands clutching at his ass, and then I’m coming, and so is he.

The explosion that rocks me, starting at my pelvis and expanding, is nothing like what I expected. It’s more.This manis so much more than I expected. And I smile through the fight to catch my breath.

“I needed this so bad,” he practically cries onto my shoulder as he releases into me. We both take a moment to look down at where he’s continuing to thrust against me as I ride out the orgasm I didn’t know I needed either. And suddenly, the casualness of it all fades and this feels like something else…

There’s this kindred intimacy we’re sharing that I haven’t had with anyone else before. The chemistry, the connection feels tangible, like a blanket thrown over your lap on a cool day. Like the first ice cream cone on the first hot day of summer. Like this, all of it just makes sense. It belongs.

I stroke his neck softly as we both start to come down. I run my hands through his hair, appreciating him, thankful that we could give each other something we both needed. I no longer just feel what’s happening right now in my pelvis, now there’s that tightening in my chest.I like him.

And then I realize he actually is crying. “Oh my god, Damian. Are you okay?!” I’m pushing his face up off my shoulder so I can look at him. With his cock still twitching in my body, he kisses me and the pressure in my chest increases.Oh.Ilike himlike him.

He pulls out a second later and looks me in the eyes. “Thiswasan amazing night, and one I’ll never forget. Thank you. For wanting me.” He runs a thumb across my cheek, but there’s something so fucking sad in his words. I want to ask more, but then there’s banging on the door.Shit.

He trashes the condom and I pee, then wash hands expeditiously. I’m still straightening my dress when Damian opens the door and is met with a fist to the face.The fuck?