Page 54 of Chosen

Made love?

I chided myself for the thought, even as I reached for Damon’s belt, slowly sliding it away from his jeans. We were already moving so fast, adding the L word to the mix may have been the thing to finally blow it all to pieces. Besides, it wasn’t a word he’d said yet, which meant that the last thing I needed to do was to rush him into another emotional confession.

“Taking your time…” Damon murmured as he looked up at me with a smirk. “How absolutely evil.”

“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet,” I replied, setting his belt off to the side. I reached back toward his zipper, opening his fly just enough for his straining cock to poke at the fabric of his boxers. My hand was back on him, then, sliding up and down the length of his shaft, my chest pressing closer and closer to his.

“Fuck… Sam…” Damon moaned, his eyes closing as I moved my hand up and down, pumping him through the fabric. “Fuck…”

I smiled to myself as I brought my mouth to his neck, trailing small kisses all the way down. It was electric, feeling like I had control over him in this moment, like I was the only one who could ever make him feel like this. I then slipped my hand under the waistband of his boxers, wanting to feel his cock in my palm, wanting to feel even more connected than before.

And he moaned again, this time his hands reaching up to my waist.

“Fuck… You know exactly what you’re doing, don’t you?” He sucked in a breath through his teeth, his palms pressing against my sides with even more force, like he was holding me in place.

I didn’t reply with words, as I started to stroke him even faster, his bare cock getting harder in my grip. I made sure to run my thumb along the tip of his leaking shaft, using his precome to help me pump him better, the slickness making the movement of my palms steadier and more even. Damon seemed like he was lost in my touch, his mouth hanging open, his hips bucking against me and against my hand.

Suddenly, he grabbed my wrist, stopping me mid-stroke.

“Not like this.” Damon shook his head. “I don’t want to come in your hand.”

“But you’re already so close—”

“I want to come in your mouth,” he interrupted, his voice gruff. “I want to watch you swallow every last drop of me.”

I nodded before shifting away from him, settling back down on the passenger side of the car. Damon looked like he was going to say something in response, but I flashed him a quick smile before I leaned back over toward him, my mouth now at the same level as his still dripping cock.

I took his shaft between my lips.

It was like heaven, every time I got to taste him. I thought it was something that would’ve gone away after the first time I had his cock in my mouth, the newness of it contributing to a feeling of warmth and satisfaction, like it just felt right. But the feeling never went away, the connection between us humming as I bobbed my head up and down his cock, taking more of him in my mouth inch by inch.

Suddenly, I felt Damon’s hand on the back of my head, controlling the tempo of it all, dictating my every move. I smiled to myself again at the feeling of it, amused by Damon’s inability to let go of control, even when he was in the throes of pleasure. A few moments later and I was taking in as much of his cock as I could, the tip of him hitting the back of my throat as usual.

“Look at me,” Damon said, his voice shaking with desire.

I did as I was told, making eye contact with him as I continued to suck him off, his shaft hard as a rock between my cheeks.

“Fuck…” He groaned, his precome lining my tongue. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Sam. You really fucking are.”

I felt myself blush at the compliment, even though I’d heard it a million times before from him. It seemed like nothing ever got old between us, not the way he tasted, not the way it felt to hear him say something sweet about me, something genuine and kind.

“I’m coming…” Damon groaned again, his eyes locked on mine, his hips steadily fucking my mouth. “I’m coming…”

Soon enough, Damon’s come was flooding my mouth, stream after stream of it hitting the back of my throat and trickling down toward my tongue. I swallowed every drop of it, the perfect taste of his come making me hungry for so much more of him.

Fuck.

I always wanted so much more of him.

When we both caught our breaths, the sound of air coming out of our chests perfectly in sync, Damon casually opened the driver side door and stepped out of the truck.

“Damon? Where are you going?” Confusion laced my tone as I watched him go.

A few moments later though, and he was coming around to my side of the car. He didn’t say a word as he gently reached for my hand, pulling me to my feet outside the truck. I stood beside him for a few seconds, still unsure of what was on his mind, before he tugged at my hand again, bringing me toward the very back of the truck.

Once we were there, he pulled it open, more space magically appearing between us. A puddle of rope then caught my eye, beige and tucked away in the corner. It was surrounded by a few other tools I couldn’t name off the top of my head, but I recognized them as the sort of thing a guy like Damon would’ve carried around with him if the truck ever needed repairs on the road.

“Are you going to teach me how to change a spare tire?” I joked. “Because that would be a much-appreciated lesson.”

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