Caught in Us (Lost 3)

"Do guys actually use that word? I was under the impression it was an activity men avoid like the plague."

"Idiots, maybe," he says with an air of superiority, winking. "I get to feel your cute little ass against me."

Grinning, I turn around and grind against him. To my surprise, he's hardening again. There is something unbelievably sexy about both of us being sweaty and messy. "You lasted a long time for someone who was afraid he'd come in his pants from merely kissing me."

"I...prepared for this." He slings his arms around me, pulling me even tighter to him until I can feel his cock pressing against the crack of my butt, giving me hot flashes.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I jerked off a few times before our date." He says the words with complete nonchalance.

"You...umm...wow." Imagining him touching himself makes me burn for him again. I press my thighs together, trying to suppress the need.

"You want me again, don't you?" he whispers in my ear, sending shivers down my spine.

"Yes," I answer.

"Good to know I'm not the only addict. I can't get enough of you, Dani." He flicks one of my nipples between his fingers, grazing my earlobe with his teeth. I become hyper-aware of how hard he is. Unexpectedly, he pushes me up on all fours, my ass sticking up in the air. Positioning himself behind me, he swipes his tongue from my neck down my spine, prompting me to shiver.

"Damon."

He cups my ass, spreading my cheeks apart, dipping his tongue between them, touching the sensitive skin there briefly. My thighs quiver and I fist the bed sheets for support. Sweet God, this man will be the death of me. He is just reaching for another condom when the door opens, and for a moment the whole scene freezes. Hazel walks in, her eyes widening. Damon and I are both stark naked, and my bottom sticks up in the air. To make matters worse, Damon leaps from the bed, giving Hazel a full frontal view. He seems to acknowledge his mistake and turns around, giving her an eyeful of his butt, as well. I groan, wishing we had turned off the light.

"Will you turn around?" I ask her, because she seems far too perplexed to realize that's the thing to do.

"Oh, yeah." She swirls around, giggling. Damon dresses faster than I blink. "Oh, my God, I will never be able to unsee this. Damon, you have spoiled me for other guys."

"Thanks for the compliment." His clipped tone puts a smile on my face.

"Poor guys. I will always keep everyone to your ass's standard. Not to mention your other endowment."

"Hazel," I say, mortified. "Can you drop it?"

"Well, it's true."

"I am so not hearing this conversation," Damon says.

"I thought we had a texting code going on, Hazel."

"Well, you texted me when you left the restaurant. That was hours ago. I thought he left. Were you at it the entire time?"

"Aaaaaand I'm out." Damon plants a kiss on my lips. I think it was meant to be quick, but his lips linger until my breath ratchets.

"Should I leave again?" Hazel interrupts. We immediately pull apart.

"See you tomorrow." Damon stomps out of the room.

I pull the sheets up to my chin as Hazel rushes to her bed, watching me curiously. "I want to know everything."

I tell her, though I still resent her for interrupting us. Hazel giggles and covers her mouth, as if she's watching a movie. The only thing missing is a bucket of popcorn.

"You are a bit too excited, you know that, right?"

"I've had zero action all year." She sits up straighter on the edge of the bed, watching me solemnly. "I’m living through you."

"You have to stop doing that."

"Are you kidding? Now that I've seen how well-endowed Damon is...How is th