Page 49 of Damnation
“What’s wrong, little one?” he asks in a broken whisper, just an inch from my lips.
I stare into his eyes, my hands linked around his neck. I try to find the courage to just spit the words out, but…
“Nothing…it’s just that…I…oh God…” I tilt my hips forward. “I’m…going to…come…” I’m amazed at how quickly I reach orgasm as I dig my fingers into his back and squeeze my thighs tighter around him.
“I know you’re coming.” His chest is flush against mine, and the glass of the shower is fogging up as he dominates me with the sharp, perfectly placed movements of his hips. “I can tell by the way your eyes get blurry, how your muscles tighten up and your body starts to shake.” He seizes my bottom lip between his teeth and tugs it gently. “And, goddammit it, you should see yourself like this. You’re so beautiful.”
His words are enough to shatter me into thousands of pieces, to make me explode with pleasure. He loses control almost immediately after, and our mouths collide in a searing kiss, swallowing one another’s moans. With one final thrust, Thomas squeezes my ass hard and, staring deep into my eyes, comes inside me. I’m breathing heavily, left at the mercy of an orgasm that has untethered me from reality.
He holds me against the wall for a few moments longer, his forehead on mine, his fingers clutching at my ass as the water streams over our bodies. “I did it,” he says finally in a scratchy voice.
“Did what?”
“Got you in the shower with me.” He smirks, making me laugh. Then he slides out of me, lowering me back to the floor.
“You didn’t give me much of a choice,” I answer with a grin, feeling my legs start to relax. He grabs his vetiver-scented shower gel and lathers up his hands. Then, he turns me around and begins to wash me, starting from my shoulders and moving down, massaging my entire body with slow, calm movements. It’s wonderful to share such an intimate moment with him. Thomas draws circles on my lower stomach with his fingers before moving up to my breasts. He fondles them while his lips brush my neck, and he whispers to me about how he loves my tits. His erection is still pressing against my butt, conjuring all sorts of indecent ideas. Before I can communicate any of them to him, however, Thomas brings me back down to earth.
“We have to get out of here, or I’m going to fuck you again. Andthen Vince will kill me for real.” He laughs, and I suddenly come to my senses. I swallow dazedly with flushed cheeks as I stare at the shower tiles, blinking repeatedly. He slips a hand between my legs and draws his mouth close to my ear. “But when I get back, I fully intend to pick up where we left off.” He turns me around again andboopsmy nose.
I nod and give him a woozy smile.
We rinse off and get out of the shower. I wrap a towel around my body, and Thomas does the same. “Are you seriously going for a run in this weather?” I ask him when we get back into the room, my head still buzzing.
He nods, rubbing his hair with a towel. “You can come along too. I wouldn’t mind working out with your sweet ass swaying in front of me.”
I smile and shake my head over his typical dirty jokes. I sit down at the foot of the bed and watch as he strips off his towel and walks, casually naked, to the dresser. Biting my lip, I watch as he puts on his boxers and a pair of gray sweatpants that hug his thighs and ass in a way that makes me want to jump right back into the shower with him and stay there all day. God, what the hell is wrong with me? I need to chill out. So I take a deep breath and move my gaze anywhere else, to the still-open window, the glass streaked with rain. The bad weather doesn’t seem to want to quit, but I don’t actually mind. I get up and go to the window, pulling my hair over one shoulder so I can untangle it, and I lose myself in watching the rain as it hits the asphalt.
Thomas approaches me from behind and wraps me a hug, kissing my neck and resting his chin on my shoulder. “You really do like the rain, huh?”
I nod. “I like the smell the wet ground gives off after a rain. It’s called petrichor. That’s a lovely word, isn’t it? And I like the sound of the raindrops on the pavement and the big rolls of thunder that feel like they’re shaking everything. It gives me this deep, peaceful feeling…” I pause briefly. Then, moved by the scene before me, I keep going. “It’s overwhelming, powerful, wild. The sky looks dark and grim, but you can’t help but stand there and watch it, enthralled.”
“A yes would have sufficed,” he teases me.
I turn away from the window and tilt my face back toward him. I give him a little nudge in his side, and he lets out a weak laugh.
“Do you like it?” I ask, nuzzling into him.
“I prefer to stay in bed under the covers when it rains.” He smirks, and I shake my head.
“You’re hopeless,” I chuckle.
Thomas backs away from me and goes to the closet, where he retrieves another of his black sweatshirts. “There’s a game Friday night,” he tells me, pulling the sweatshirt on. “You coming?” He continues with forced lightness, as though trying to give the question as little import as possible. Still, I thrill as I realize that he wants me there. It’s a happiness that is almost immediately dampened when I realize that unfortunately, I can’t come.
“I have work on Friday after class,” I tell him regretfully.
“Shit, that’s right,” he answers.
“But, hey, maybe I can swap shifts,” I say, moving toward him.
“Nah, don’t worry about it. Don’t fuck up your schedule for me; it’s just one game, it’s not that important.”
“Yes, it is,” I insist, just a step away from him. I look deep into his eyes. “I promise you that I’ll do everything I can to be there.”
He shrugs his shoulders indifferently. “If you want, but you don’t have to.”
It almost makes me smile. I stretch up on tiptoe to take his face in my hands and kiss him. “No, I don’t have to, but I want to. I want to be there to cheer for you. For my boyfriend,” I tease. He rolls his eyes and lets out a long-suffering sigh. Grinning, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him again.
When I finally let him go, Thomas pulls his ubiquitous black bandanna from a drawer and twists it around his wrist. Curious, I ask him, “Is there a reason why you always wear that?”
