Page 69 of Damnation
“Since I said so,” Matt answers. But all his credibility vanishes the moment two girls from the theater department appear in front of him and, without too much coaxing, lure him out to dance.
“Like I said,” Thomas tells him with grin, watching Matt disappear into the living room.
I turn to look at him. “You don’t have to stay in here. If you want to go and have fun with the others, you can.”
Thomas laughs and shakes his head. “I could, but I’d much rather be doing”—he drags his lips across my throat, leaving a hot trail of kisses that makes me quiver—“this.”
He turns his gaze to the window, where Vince has flopped on the ground and is making a disastrous attempt to get back on his feet. We both burst out laughing at the pitiful scene. Then, Thomas pulls me back onto his lap, until I’m sitting astride him. He presses his forehead to mine and touches my cheek with his thumb. He captures my lip between his teeth and nibbles on it until my mouth opens, allowing our tongues to touch.
“And what if I had a better alternative to offer you?” I murmur, my lips moving against his. He responds by tightening his hold on my hip and pressing me down onto his pelvis. I can’t hold back my moan.
“Better than having you here on my lap, feeling your pussy purr on my cock?”
As he says it, a heated burst of desire blooms between my thighs. Increasingly filthy thoughts creep into my head.
“You led your team to victory today. You deserve to be rewarded.”
“And how do you intend to do that?”
“Take me upstairs and find out.” I lick my lower lip and then bite it, watching Thomas’s pupils dilate as his Adam’s apple bobs up and down. He grabs my hand and, in just a few seconds, drags me upstairs into our room and locks the door behind us. He flattens me against the door, grabbing the back of my neck. He presses his tongue into mymouth and kisses me with everything he has, setting me aflame. I love the way he does this, so strong and decisive. The way he touches me, how he infuses just the right amount of possession into every movement.
“So…” he says against my lips. “What sort of reward are we talking about here?”
“Whatever you want.” I press my body against his, feeling my nipples aching for more intense contact with him.
“Be careful what you offer me, stranger. You know very well that I might want a lot more from you than you’re really willing to give.” He grins as he continues devouring my mouth. He slides a hand underneath my sweatshirt, grasping my breast. He squeezes it hard and presses down on the hot and swollen nipple. Wild moans escape my mouth as I realize I want it. No matter what, no matter where, I just want it.
“Why are you still wearing pants?” I rasp. I’m giving him a green light, but Thomas stops. Breathing heavily, he looks down at the fly of his jeans, and when he looks back up at me, a strange gleam lights up his face.
“If you want it, then come and get it.”
I blink at him for a few seconds, feeling a wave of awkwardness come over me. He wants me to be in control.
“H-how am I supposed to do that?” Stunned, I ask him the dumbest, most idiotic question possible.
“Well, I do have a weakness for strippers…” A lustful smirk curves his lips as he takes a step back. “Also, sexy waitresses with amazing legs, long black hair, and angel faces.”
I cock an eyebrow and stifle a laugh. “Do you seriously expect me to do a striptease?”
He’s messing with me; he knows how awkward I am. And he’s clearly having a lot of fun. But I can mess with him too, if I want.
So I decide to demonstrate.
I put my hands against his chest and push him down on the foot of the bed, making him fall into the mattress. He sits and spreads his legs, leaving me room to stand between them. As if compelled by some mysterious force, Thomas grabs my ass. I lean over him, and a few inchesabove his mouth, I whisper, “I’m not going to strip, Thomas. But if you want it…” I put my hand over his and slide it up my thigh until it meets the fabric of my leggings. “Then come and get it.”
I straighten up, pulling his hand away from my crotch just as he was starting to apply pressure. He squeezes his eyes shut, barely suppressing a groan of frustration as I smile mischievously at him.Shoot and score.
“Otherwise, I’ll have to take care of myself.” I step back, shrugging one shoulder casually. “You’ve taught me pretty well,” I add, bolder than ever before.
His gaze devours me. Thomas gets up slowly and advances on me, like a tiger would its prey. A tremor shakes my body. He grabs me by the waist and, with a sudden movement, turns me around. His erection is pressing against my ass. His fingers are sinking into my skin. My stomach is in knots. With one hand, he brushes my hair aside, his lips grazing my neck.
“I am dying to watch youtake care of yourselfright in front of me,” he murmurs. “But first, you’re gonna need to be fucked enough times that I won’t have to take you again.” He licks the crook of my neck and kisses it, making me shiver. “Again…” He bites me. “And again…” He slides a hand to my belly, slowly slipping it beneath my leggings and under the elastic of my panties. He cups a possessive hand over my mound and presses on my clit so hard that I can’t get any air into my lungs. I know that he could make me come at any moment now, just with these small touches. I arch my back against his chest and rub against his jeans. Feeling his excitement makes me burst with a desire to have him inside me…in a different way.
I turn around, my brain hazy with lust, and I kiss him until I’m breathless. “I want to taste you, Thomas,” I breathe, my heart pounding like a drum at the thought of it. “Really taste you.”
I fumble with his belt and pull down his zipper. He gives me a confused look through his eyelashes. Then, he understands my intentions and his mouth is all over me. He kisses me, holds me, consumes me, pressing me into his hips. Then, I pull back and begin taking his clothes off impatiently, as if I were unwrapping a long-awaited gift.He does the same for me, leaving me completely naked under his burning gaze.
I grab his already-open jeans and pull them down to his ankles. I run my hands along his muscular, tattooed thighs. I can see him throbbing in his boxers, and I smile in satisfaction. I take them off, freeing his erection. A searing heat radiates from between my legs. Compelled by an irrepressible need to touch him, I wrap my hand around his erection and begin to massage it slowly, up and down. The movement makes his abs tense and his mouth fall open. Thomas squeezes my butt cheek hard, a rough move that forces me up on my tiptoes. Our groins collide. Our noses brush. My heart hammers uncontrollably in my chest.
