Page 29 of Damnation
“Have you done it like this before?” he asks, speaking against my neck in a soft voice.
“Never.”
My answer apparently pleases him, because he grins. He takes my mouth again and starts pounding into me, wild and possessive, stealing my breath with each thrust. “You’re mine, Ness,” he says roughly, groaning into my ear. “Every part of you is mine.” He kisses my neck, my shoulder, my breasts where they are spilling out of my dress. He bites and then kisses them again. He speeds up his thrusting until he’s got me out of my mind. I close my eyes as he slams my back against the cubicle door with each powerful drive into me. It is the most primal sex I’ve ever had. I cling to him tightly because I need to touch him, to kiss him and to feel what’smine.
I’m so aroused that my climax comes almost immediately; just afew more thrusts, and I start to shake. I knit my fingers behind his neck, pressing my cheek against his; with his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass, I explode into uncountable pieces. Thomas keeps fucking me through my orgasm. Then, with one hand, he pulls my dress up, baring me to the waist. He slams into me one last time before pulling out again with a bestial roar. Maybe it’s crazy, but a part of me was hoping that he would go all the way and let himself come inside me.
Thomas holds himself and slides a hand up and down his length a few times until he shoots copiously on my belly. His shoulders tremble slightly; he clenches his jaw and tilts his head back. His eyes, half closed and clouded with pleasure, make him more seductive than ever. I watch the hot flow of his spend as it slides down my skin, over my lower abdomen and groin, ending up between my thighs.
Oh God…it’s filthy and thrilling at the same time.
He’s holding me up with just one arm, still clasping me against him. We stare into one another’s eyes, not saying anything, while we both try to even out our breathing. We’re sweaty and dazed, covered in hickeys and love bites. Slowly, I loosen my grip around his waist, and when he lets me slide off of him, I can feel my knees shaking like they’re made of Jell-O.
Thomas grabs some toilet paper, cleaning me up and wiping his own hand before tossing everything in the toilet. He does up his jeans and observes me. Indecipherable as always, he looks like he’s musing on some complicated idea. “It’s not over,” he states finally, definitively. I look steadily at him for a long moment, but I don’t reply. Because it is painfully obvious that nothing is finished between the two of us. My silence only confirms it.
I force myself not to fall into those green eyes as I fix my panties and dress. When I look up at him again, he is still staring at me. I bite the inside of my cheek and ask in a whisper, “What is it?”
He advances on me, forehead wrinkling in a serious expression. “You just got fucked in a nightclub bathroom.”
“Andyoujust fucked me in a nightclub bathroom,” I point out, hoping to get a laugh. But it doesn’t work.
“And that’s…okay with you?” He seems confused and a little embarrassed. I cup his face in my hands and kiss him.
“It’s okay with me because I did it with you. Also, if I remember correctly, I owed you a rendezvous in the staff bathroom. I’d say you’ve thoroughly collected that rain check.”
Thomas presses his forehead to mine and kisses me. Not a fiery kiss like before but slow, just his lips against mine in a tender caress. “If you think I’ve collected even part of it, then you don’t know me at all.”
“In that case, I look forward to working off my debt.” I grin, finally getting a laugh out of him.
“If you want to get out of here, just let me know,” he says encouragingly, brushing my cheek.
“I want to stay. And you’re here with your friends; I don’t want to spoil your evening.”
“By the way, there’s something I wanted to talk to you about.” He steps back from me and feels around in the pocket of his jeans, eventually pulling out his pack of cigarettes. He gives me a quick look, asking for permission. I agree because, even though we are in a tiny enclosed bathroom, I imagine he needs it.
“This afternoon when I left the frat house, I talked to Matt,” he tells me, leaning back against the wall. He lights up a cigarette and releases the first plume of smoke into the air. “He gave me the go-ahead.”
I frown, confused. “The go-ahead for what?”
“For you to move into my room at the frat house until you find someplace else.”
My eyes widen. “What?”
“It’s the best solution right now.”
“To come live with you? No way,” I say loudly, trying to disguise my shock with a nervous laugh.
Is he nuts?
He gives me an amused snort and takes another drag. “I stay in the dorms during the week; you’d be alone at the frat house. You wouldn’t have to worry about a deposit, and no one would take advantage ofyou. And you wouldn’t have to keep crashing with your friends. Think about it; it’s not a bad idea.”
“But it’s a men’s fraternity. And the parties they throw aren’t really suitable for people who are…me,” I point out.
Thomas just shrugs. “The guys are fine. Between class and practice, most of them are out all day anyway. Leila lived there for a while with no problems, remember? Besides, they know you’re with me, so they wouldn’t even dare to look at you.”
The breath catches in my throat. I blink incredulously, positive that I’ve misunderstood him somehow. It takes me a few moments to recover the power of speech.
“I’m with you?” My voice shakes; my heart is bursting.
