Hailey
His lips brushed against mine, igniting a wildfire of sensation as he pressed me against the bed, his weight anchoring me down. My heart galloped in my chest, our eyes locked as his tongue teased my bottom lip with a tantalizing flick.
Holy shit! That felt so fucking good….
“Damien…” I gasped, feeling a rush of heat flood my core, my pussy growing totally wet and body responding eagerly to his touch. Even to the slighest bit of it.
“I know your thoughts about me, Bunny,” he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips, sending electric currents down my spine. “I’ve heard your stifled moans, felt the echo of my name on your lips when you were fucking this cunt of yours that night…” his hand slipped into my panties, touching me wet slick folds, causing my hips to jerk, “Fuck! You’re already dripping for me.”
“Please,” I whimpered, as his fingers teased my slick folds, coaxing me to the edge of ecstasy. Each touch sent shivers of anticipation racing through me, craving more of his touch-his touch had some sort of fire in it-one that drove me insane.
“You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” he husked, his fingers slowly dipping inside of my pussy, making my walls clench around them, releasing more juices. I moaned softly, lost in the ecstasy of his touch. His fingers inside of me felt too fucking good. Thousand percent better than I’d imagined.
I was already close to my release when he hadn’t even touched me properly….
“Please… Damien,” I begged, my desire for him consuming every fiber of my being, my body aching for him. I’d never craved anyone like this before, never wanted anyone to possess me like I wanted Damien. I wanted him and a release, both.
“I knew the moment I laid eyes on you that you’d be fucking mine,” he murmured, his lips trailing lower, stripping away my inhibitions along with my panties. As he drew closer to my center, his breath teased my wet pussy, sending shivers down my spine as our eyes locked. Goosebumps raked my skin.
To calm my nerves and breathing, I closed my eyes for a moment.
“Let’s see how you taste, Bunny,” With those words, his lips came onto me, hot and demanding. A shockwave surged through my body, jolting my eyes open.
Not just in my dream.
But in reality.
I sat up, panting heavily, trying to steady my breathing. Pulling back the covers, I discovered a damp patch in my panties-damn it! He managed to make me wet, even in my dreams.
I swung my legs off the bed, hastily changing my clothes before rushing to the bathroom and splashing water on my face.
God!
This was far more intense than I ever imagined from that little wild experiment after coming back from the wedding. Now, looking back, I realized it was my biggest mistake-I shouldn’t have allowed myself that pleasure because now I found myself craving it over and over again, especially after this dream.
Could it be possible that he actually heard my moans?
Fuck! No, Hailey-you need to calm the fuck down.
“Enough, Mom will be leaving early. I better get my shit together,” I muttered to myself as I headed downstairs.
***
Mom and Coby departed for their honeymoon an hour later, yet that jerk didn’t even bother to see them off. The irony wasn’t lost on me. I couldn’t shake the feeling that he didn’t appreciate this wedding-his actions certainly didn’t suggest otherwise.
But let’s set that aside for now.
Tomorrow marked my first day at college, and apparently, following Mom’s suggestion, I had a few things to discuss with Damien-things I wasn’t even sure about myself. So there I was, waiting in the hall, sipping on a cup of coffee, both anticipating and dreading the moment Prince Charming would appear. Part of me longed to see him, while another part of me wanted to avoid him, especially after the vivid dream I had that morning.
It was 10:30 now, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he hadn’t woken up yet.
I wandered into the kitchen, placing my cup in the dishwasher before reaching for a packet of chips. However, the counter seemed impossibly high, unlike the one in my previous home. It wasn’t that I felt insecure about my height, but this counter was clearly designed for giants.
A frustrated groan escaped my lips as I attempted to tip-toe and grasp the edge of the packet, but it remained out of reach.
“Fuck this house!” I muttered, resigning myself to defeat. Just as I settled back onto my feet, I sensed a presence behind me-the familiar scent of cologne, one that haunted even my dreams. I jerked around, only to find myself face to face with his bare… chest.
Fuck!
“What in the world are you up to?” I blurted out, my words tumbling out before I could stop them, caught off guard by his sudden presence.
He peered down at me, his hand hovering over the countertop I’d been struggling to reach, then he leaned in, his gaze locking onto mine, his towering frame making me feel small and exposed.
“What do you suppose I’m doing?” His voice was low, sending a shiver down my spine, his proximity stirring up a storm of conflicting emotions within me.
Jesus, save me.
“W-what?” I stammered, my heart racing like a runaway train, heat rising in my cheeks, struggling to keep my eyes from wandering over his sculpted physique-his broad shoulders, his chiseled abs-temptation personified, forbidden by the new boundaries of our relationship as step-siblings.
“Well, I happened to notice you were having some trouble,” he said, his other hand rising to brush against my cheek and then down my bare shoulder, sending electric tingles dancing along my skin-this was when I realized, Damien Black was wild and untamed, with no regard for boundaries. His eyes revealed it all-he held the power to unravel me, fucking ruin me completely and I would be powerless to resist. It was a startling realization, but nontheless undeniable.
“So, I thought I should lend a hand, Bunny,” he finally grabbed the packet of chips and handed it to me, his touch lingering for a … moment longer than necessary. “Here.”
I stared at the chips, then at him, struggling to reconcile the situation with my own conflicting desires. The heat of Damien’s body was intoxicating, mirroring the sensations I’d felt in my dreams.
“Oh,” I managed to grasp the packet slowly, “Thank… Thank you.” My words stumbled out as I turned to leave the kitchen, but Damien’s voice halted me in my tracks, freezing me just before I crossed the threshold.
“I did you a favor, Hailey. Don’t you think you should return the favor?”
God…
What was his game now?
I turned to face him, mustering every ounce of courage.
“You see this as a favor?”
He raised an eyebrow, a faint frown creasing his forehead. “Wasn’t it?” A smirk teased at the corner of his lips as he continued, “If you don’t want them, I can put the chips back where they belong.”
This man….
Deciding it was futile to argue with him, knowing it would only escalate, I relented, “Fine-it was a favor. A generous one. So, what do you want in return?”
His smirk widened, a long pause hanging between us.
Damn it! What was he going to ask for?
“What do you think I want?” He took a step closer, each movement sending my heart into overdrive, my skin tingling with anticipation, a strange urge building within me making me want to press my thighs together.
He stood before me, our proximity now reduced to mere inches. “Well..” His eyes roamed over me, igniting a fire deep within, making me feel exposed and vulnerable under his intense gaze. I could almost feel myself come at the sight of him , just from the intensity of his stare.
And then, he uttered the last thing I expected.
“Make me a cup of coffee.”