Page 68 of Surviving the Merge
“Yes. Where is your car? How come I never see it in the drive?”
“That would defeat the point, now wouldn’t it?”
“You are too precious,” I said, pinching his cheeks. He smacked my hand away for my trouble.
“And you’re drunk.”
“Wrong.” Squinting and lowering my eyes, I said, “I’m intoxicated.” Going for seductive, but Damon had to grab my elbow to keep me from tipping over.
We stood in the entryway staring at each other. Something passed between us. I knew what he wanted and would ultimately have in a moment. But after my talk with Max, my emotions were scattered, and I needed something from him first.
“Damon… What do you like about me?”
A spark of fear lit his eyes. “How drunk are you?”
“I’m fine.”Sort of.“When we were friends, before we were lovers, you’d watch me dance, we’d debate politics, play basketball, watch movies…”
“Yeah, okay,” he said, agitated.
“You must have liked me.” I tried my best not to slur. “But why?” A touch of insecurity caused my stomach to flutter. “Was it... just my looks?”
Damon ran his hands down his face and turned his back to me. And it hurt. I wasn’t asking for much, and at that point, I was starting to suspect I was well within my right to expect more from him. A small measure. I’d mentally accepted my defeat when he spoke up.
“You were… good. You are good, Just.” He kept his back to me, so he missed my smile.
“You mean good like a good person?” I sounded childlike.
He sighed and raised his head to the ceiling. “Yes. You’re simple and good.”
That was the nicest thing he’d ever said to me. And I meant that in the most unaccusing way. Actions were supposed to mean everything, but in that moment, I realized that sometimes words were equally as important. “Look at me, Damon.”
He shook his head but turned anyway. Regarding me with suspicion.
“You think I want Max,” I stated.
“No.”
“Then why are you behaving this way?” I pointed toward the window he’d been lurking through.
He threw his hands in the air like the answer should’ve been obvious. “Because I don’t want to share you! Your goodness is mine.” He frowned when I smiled.
“Do you want to know what I like about you?” I asked. “WhyI like you?”
“No,” he said adamantly. “Yes.”
My eyes brimmed with moisture. The alcohol dropped all barriers to my heart. “Because you are the strongest part of you. And I’m barely above water without that strength. Because in the end, you always put me first. In the end, you would lay down your life for mine. You love mefiercely.” My tears flowed, and he trembled. “And in the end, that’s all that matters.”
That was enough talking for him. He stalked toward me, searching my gaze and telling me with his and a deep breath that he’d been affected. That my words touched him. He reached a shaky hand up to let down my hair, stroking it gently, and when that became too much for him, he stripped me down where I stood without warning or permission.
His hot mouth engulfed me as his knees settled onto the floor. He sucked me like a fiend, tugging at my balls. I dropped my head to my chest, panting so hard my spittle painted my chest. The alcohol fueled fog clouding my mind lifted completely when the finger fucking began.
“Fuuuck….” I ripped from somewhere deep within me. My legs contemplated giving out. I began to sink, but the bend to my knees served to open me up more. I remained in a semi-squat position, thighs burning and shaking, with his fingers pistoning in and out my ass. My grip on his damp curls tightened. The garbled, slurping, lustful sounds coming from him intensified.Damn, he can suck a cock.
His tongue expertly stroked my underside and swirled around my crown on the upstroke. Releasing me with a pop, Damon quickly took both my testicles into his mouth, and without warning, I ejaculated into the air.
Pitter-patter sounds filled the foyer as my cum pelted down on the side of his face, the trimmed hair on my groin, and the hardwood floor. After he ensured that every drop from my sack had been extracted, Damon sat back on his haunches, beholding me with a predator’s glare. He pulled his cock through his pants and a small bottle from his pocket while eyeing me with his mouth ajar. He made quick work of slicking himself up.
“Damon, I need a minute,” I breathed, slowly backing away on shaky legs. The orgasm and vodka were a bad combination.
