Page 19 of The Naughty List

“You want to get fucked, Kate?” I ask as I pull her off the counter and she wraps her legs around me. “If you don’t want me to fuck you until you can’t walk, you better tell me now.” I grip her firm ass in my hands; I know I’m going to leave a bruise but that only makes me grip her harder. “Tell me, baby,” I murmur against her lips.

“Fuck me, Damon.”

She doesn’t even finish the sentence before I’m sliding myself inside her, inch by inch; she’s so tight. She grips my shoulders, biting me before sliding her hand into my hair and pulling so hard it burns my scalp.

“I can’t hold back; this is going to be hard,” I say as I thrust once more, eliciting an animalistic groan from her lips. I slam her back against the wall, pumping into her deeply with long, slow strokes. I reach behind her, undoing her bra. “Take it off,” I groan as I watch her full tits finally bounce free. I lock my lips around one nipple, sucking it in and biting down softly.

“Oh my God.” She pants over and over. She pulls my hair back so that we’re looking at each other and for a moment I feel like she wants to say something, like she feels that this is so much more than a hard fuck in her bathroom.

I spin her around, planting her ass back on the counter as I look down and watch my cock slide in and out of her. “You’ve got me so hard,” I grunt, my cock slick with her desire. “I don’t want to come yet.” She’s leaning back a little on the counter, her head banging against the mirror with every thrust. I feel frenzied, like I can’t control what I want to look at or touch while I’m on the edge. “Grab your tits, baby; play with your tits for me,” I say as I grip her hips and start to pound into her harder and faster. She moans every time I slam into her.

“Touch my clit,” she says and I obey. I lick my thumb, rubbing her softly as I feel her tighten around me. “Yes, yes, yes!” she shouts as she comes.

The moans, watching her lose herself in her orgasm, watching her delicious body beneath me, all of it sends me over the edge and I pull out just as I spill myself onto her belly and tits. I’ve been turned out with no release for days and it shows in the load I just dumped onto her.

We’re both panting as we come down from our high. I reach down and pull her upright again, kissing her. “I wanted to kiss you when I was coming,” I say and it shocks me. It’s such an intimate desire to want or express, especially with someone who pretty much hates you and works for you.

I pull back for a moment to stare at her. “Are you okay?” I ask and she nods. She pulls me back to her mouth, her tongue flicking against mine like she’s fucking my mouth with her tongue—it’s hot as hell. “You kiss me like that again and you’ll be on your hands and knees getting railed to kingdom come,” I say, making us both laugh. “See what you did?” I say, looking down at my dick that’s already ready for round two.

“I, uh, I think I need a shower,” she says, lowering herself off the counter while looking at the mess I left on her. I grab some toilet paper, wiping her off the best I can before reaching in and turning on the shower.

She looks a little uncomfortable, standing there naked in front of me after the excitement of the moment has worn off. I turn her to face the mirror, the top of her head beneath my chin. I wrap my arms around her. Her green eyes look brighter, like they’re sparkling, and her pale skin is reddened from my beard and tongue. “I like seeing you marked from me,” I murmur in her ear as I cup her breasts. She puts her hands over mine, offering me a small smile before slipping out of my arms and pulling me into the shower.

10

KATE

Contrary to what I expected, Damon doesn’t attempt to seduce me again in the shower. Instead, he sees to me.

“Turn around,” he says as he squirts a healthy dollop of shampoo into his hand and begins to lather it. I do as he says and close my eyes as his strong fingers begin to massage my scalp. I inhale the minty scent of the shampoo, letting my shoulders relax as Damon strategically presses his thumbs into the base of my neck and runs them slowly up the back of my skull.

“Mmm, that feels good,” I say softly as he pulls my back against his front. I feel his manhood press against my ass, but he doesn’t attempt to pursue anything further.

“Good,” he murmurs against my ear as he kisses my shoulder. “You deserve it.” He walks me beneath the shower stream, rinsing my hair of the shampoo before reaching for the conditioner. He looks at me questioningly and I nod.

“Just the bottom half,” I say as he squirts it into his palm and runs it through my hair. “I let it sit while I wash my body,” I say, reaching for my loofah.

“May I?” He takes the loofah from my hands and squirts the body wash onto it. He lathers it before pressing it gently to my body as he begins to wash me slowly, his eyes trained on my body like he’s studying me.

For a brief second I’m tempted to cover myself, although I have no idea why after I just masturbated in front of him. My cheeks redden at the memory but he doesn’t notice. I watch him; he looks completely lost in the task at hand like he’s worshipping me and it makes my stomach flop. Suddenly I feel nervous, giddy about what’s happening between us, but then I remind myself to not overthink it. It’s simply a product of us pretending to be together and getting carried away with it, mixed with an overabundance of alcohol at the bar.

After the shower I dry off and apply my skin care routine as Damon does the same. Neither of speak as we brush our teeth, towels wrapped around our still-naked bodies. When I’m done I turn to walk into my closet and glance back at him.

“Get in your pajamas and go to bed,” he says with a smile. “I’m going to finish up in here and check a few emails.” I give him a nod and head to the closet.

As I slip beneath the covers, the coolness of the sheets is a welcome sensation on my warm skin. I see the glow of the bathroom light still on beneath the crack of the door and I wonder if Damon will join me soon. I’m still wondering when my eyelids grow heavy and within a few minutes, I’m fast asleep.

The next morning I yawn and stretch my arms overhead before glancing to the left of me. The bed is empty but even stranger, the bedspread is unbothered. I turn my head back to the corner of the room where Damon has been sleeping, and there he is, still fast asleep with his naked back to me.

I lie there for a moment, taken aback at the fact that he didn’t sleep with me after our escapades last night. Should I be offended? Was I just a one-night stand? I’m tempted to crawl over to where he’s lying and wrap myself around him, see if he’s ready for round two. But then I stop myself. What if that’s all this was? Just a one-time thing and this is his way of telling me? Before I can overthink it anymore or act on my impulse to wake him up and ask him, he stirs awake and I roll over to avoid an awkward conversation.

I hear some rustling and then the bedroom door open and shut softly. I peer over the blankets, but Damon isn’t in the room. I let out a sigh, trying to tell myself not to worry about last night. It was just a momentary lapse in judgment; he’ll go back to being your dick-hole boss in no time and you’ll both hate each other again.

“Don’t fall for it,” I say to myself in a hushed whisper just as the handle to the door twists and I roll back over. I hear the soft padding of feet on the hardwood floor, then the pressure of the blankets moving as Damon sits on the bed beside me.

“Good morning,” he says softly as the smell of coffee hits my nose. I roll over and holy shit, I can’t help but smile when I see what greets me. Damon, shirtless, mussed hair, and stubble lining his angular jaw, his sparkling blue eyes staring down at me. Goddammit, there goes that little belly flip again.

“Morning. Thank you,” I say, sitting up and taking the cup of coffee from him. I bring it to my lips and inhale the sweet, creamy goodness before taking a long sip.

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