Page 65 of Surviving the Merge
“Seems like you two have made a lot of progress without me.” I heard my own bitterness.
“I’d say because of you. Not without you,” Damon corrected.
I looked his way with every intention to ask more, but the sight of him stroking himself with that one leg up and to the side… “Why are you so cruel?” I asked, breathlessly.
“There’s something in it for you. Touch yourself.” Damon struggled to issue the command. He ground his teeth; his jaw ticked.
“As hot as all this is, you know jerking myself off will never be enough. I need—”
“To be filled,” he said, cutting me off. “I know. Now, take yourself in hand.”
Doing as I was told caused his arousal to intensify. His grip on his cock tightened while his free hand roamed slowly up his chest.
My strokes were in sync with his, and I took a wider stance so that I could cup and squeeze my balls. The small space was steamy. It made getting oxygen that much more difficult. But we somehow managed.
“I’m going to finish... before you,” Damon professed, his jaw going slack. “And... when I’m done, I want you to think of a way… to get yourself off that will... leave... you satisfied. Do you think you can do that for me?”
“I... I don’t know.” I licked my lips and swallowed when he picked up his pace.
He panted, “I think you can.” Watching his biceps and pecs flex as his hand really began to fly had me nodding without my consent.
“I thought... so,” Damon moaned, foot slamming to the wet floor as he leaned against the steamy glass wall and shot his spunk out on a drawn-out groan. Milky, thick, white cream landed on his thighs and everywhere else.
Walking the few paces while jerking myself furiously, I scooped up his musky spill, crouched down, legs wide, and jammed my cum-slicked fingers up in me. I orgasmed instantly, mouth forming an O,still snapping my hips and fucking my fingers long after.
“Do I need to ask how you feel?” Damon questioned rhetorically.
“More,” I pleaded.
Standing up to rinse himself off, he chuckled and said, “It’ll have to do.”
Now laying together in bed, I stroked Damon’s chest, my leg draped over his hip while his palm rested possessively between the slit of my ass. “You know, I have something in the drawer that’s half your size. We could do something with that. I’m sure I’ll be fine.”
Taking a deep breath, he said, “You need Blake.”
“What?” Not asked in anger, but a genuine desire to understand what made him say that. “I always want sex. What does Blake have to do with anything?”
“For an upcoming performance, you would deny yourself the foods you craved. Needing to stay in peak shape. Only to end up binging on a million other things because you’re looking for something to fill that void, that emptiness that’s there because you won’t allow yourself to have what you really want.”
I nodded in remembrance and understanding.
“You miss Blake. You want him, but instead of giving into the craving, you’re trying to gorge yourself on me to fill that hole—no pun intended. And it’s never going to satisfy you completely. You want with an edge of desperation that has nothing to do with me.”
“You satisfy me,” I said, offended on his behalf.
“But you’recravingsomething else right now. You want to be loved innocently. With a pureness that I can’t give you. Yet. You want to be put back together, but my job is to take you apart.” To prove his point, Damon took my mouth with brute force. I ended up flat on my back with his weight slamming down on me. Breathlessly, he commanded, “Fucking forgive him already so that we can move on.”
“I’m trying.”
“Try harder.”
18
Max stood waiting for Sam and me when we entered the center. He agreed to take her on a tour before showing me the finished studio. Buying Damon some time to get there. He’d gone to pick up Ash from the airport.
I trailed behind them, smiling at Sam’s excited reaction to the oversized, spiral staircase in the middle of the first-floor atrium. Seeing everything for the second time was just as exciting for me as the first. Maybe more so, because I got to see things I missed on my first tour due to my over excitement.
Next-to-last stop on the tour was the art room. I choked up seeing the pure joy on Sam’s face when Max informed her that if she wanted, the art studio could be hers. My heart did that thing where it melted.
