Caught in Us (Lost 3)

"I so didn't want to know that." Gritting my teeth, I fight to maintain my composure as she pumps along my length. I rake my eyes over her, studying her from head to foot, then back up. She's wearing a light pink dress with a delicious amount of cleavage and a decent length. It covers her all right, but I can see all the potential it has for me to touch her skin without having to undress her.

I cover her mouth with mine, slipping my tongue between her willing lips. With one hand, I unclasp her bra. As her breasts spill free, I lower myself to their level, turning her slightly to me. Pulling aside the fabric covering her breasts, I take one puckered nipple into my mouth, suckling on it while watching her coming apart. Dipping my thumb in the chocolate river, I run it across her lips, smearing them. Then I kiss her hard. I push my tongue into her mouth in quick, precise moves, mimicking the act of making love. At the same time, I touch her intimate spot over her panties. She's breathless when I pull away. Perfect. Just the way I want her.

"Turn around," I order. "I want to take you from behind." I can practically see how the commanding tone makes her eyes dilate with desire, demanding to be pleasured. I bet she's dripping wet, too. Placing my hands on her hips, I turn her around. I push my hands under her dress and discover her thong has ribbons to the sides. Pulling at the ribbons, I undo them, and the panties fall to the floor. I drip my fingers in chocolate again, and I'm sure she expects me to smear her breasts, but I like to surprise her. I place my fingers between her legs, on her slit. She lets out a moan as I move my fingers rhythmically, chocolate mingling with her wetness. Then I get on my knees, pushing her dress up. She fists the fabric, giving me full access. I press my palm on her back, indicating to her to lean forward, so her ass sticks up in the air. Spreading her butt cheeks apart, I lick her folds from the front all the way back. Her thighs quiver as she grips the railing to steady herself.

"Damon!" The way she grits out my name undoes me. I need to be inside her this very second. Rising to my feet, I take my wallet from my back pocket, retrieving a condom. Sliding my jeans down and the condom on takes a few seconds. I cup her cheeks, playing with the tip of my cock across her folds, teasing her though I can barely keep it together. When I slap it across her clit, a shudder shakes us both.

"So wet and ready," I growl. "What am I going to do with you?" I watch her lean her head back on my shoulder, licking her lips. This is my favorite moment—the most delicious one—even more so than an orgasm. The moment when raw need and desire subdue her inhibitions. She’s a few strokes away from turning wild and passionate in my arms.

"Please. I need you," she says.

"Fuck, you're sexy." I slide inside her, feeling her tightly around me. Gripping her hips, I slam against her, filling her. "You like this?"

"Yes," she answers. I slam harder. "Yes." Her knuckles turn white as she clasps the railing more forcefully. I enter her like a man possessed. Sweat forms on my forehead, falling in heavy drops on her back. Her moans are intoxicating, driving me over the edge just as much as her spasming pussy. Looking down, I observe my length drilling in and out of her, then tip forward, nibbling at her neck. Dani's skin is soft and carries a sweetness I can get high on. My hand reaches her clit, flicking it. I listen to her breath as I probe her wetness with my fingers, until I see what she likes because I love giving her exactly what she needs. It's not long before she bucks, grinding against me like a woman who's about to claim her orgasm. Then she tightens even more, driving me over the edge, too. Need skims over me, starting at the base of my spine, rippling through me. I force myself to keep my eyes open, wanting to see her fall apart.

A violent blush spreads over her skin as she tips her head back, crying out with pleasure. I last about two more seconds before my release ravages me. Resting my chin on her neck, I lose myself in her scent, listening to her shallow breath. I belong to her, like this. It's not just the post-orgasm bliss talking, but the year I spent away from her in which I felt like part of me was missing. I need this woman.

I will not lose her again. I can't.

Chapter Thirty: Dani

“I can’t believe we let ourselves be talked into doing this,” Hazel says, clutching a cup of coffee with one hand, trying to hide her yawn with the other. We are a few days before Spring Break, and there is a fair about majors taking place in the green space next to our dorm. Our dorm supervisor approached us last week, begging us to spend our day behind this booth, because the people who were expected to do it bailed. We accepted. It didn’t seem like much trouble, until we were told we were expected here at six a.m.

“Yeah, I know. It’s nine already, and I still feel like there’s a hammer inside my head.” And I already drank two coffees. The bright side is that the place is buzzing with people, meaning it’s not for nothing. The sun isn’t burning yet, so all in all, not too bad.

I’m about to pour myself a third cup from our flask when a pair of arms slide around my waist from behind.

The fragrance of ocean and mint overwhelms my senses, the underlying scent of man weakening my knees. My man.

“Hello, gorgeous,” Damon says into my ear, then trails his lips downward, planting a kiss right on my neck.

“People are looking at us,” I whisper, smiling at a couple of freshmen who inspect the brochures at our booth.

“So what? They’ll see you’re mine.” His grip on my waist tightens with his last word. This is Damon. He takes what he wants, when he wants. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

When he finally releases me and steps in front of me, I let out an involuntary sigh. The sight of him will never cease to amaze me. He wears black jeans and a burgundy shirt with the top button open, as if he just threw the clothes on him without bothering to look in the mirror. He makes carelessness look so sexy. The shirt hugs his tapered waist and I can almost make out the v-shaped stripes of his pelvis. It mortifies me that everyone else can, too.

“Hazel, mornings don’t suit you,” Damon teases her.

She offers a yawn as response. Then her eyes widen, as if an idea popped into her mind. “Can we talk you into taking over the booth?” she asks Damon.

“Nope. You two should learn the value of saying no,” he replies. “Look at me; I do it all the time.”

Hazel rolls her eyes. “Like anyone ever asks you to do stuff like this.”

“They do. I just give them precise instructions of all the holes where they can shove their activities.”

“That’s very nice of you,” I tell him, but there isn’t much severity in my voice. He works very long hours with James; he should do whatever he likes in the few spare hours he has.

He leans in to me, his proximity causing my breathing trouble. “Oh, but you didn’t fall for me because I’m nice, did you?” His eyes bore into mine, daring me to contradict him. I don’t. “You did because I’m a bad boy.”

“The two pigeons,” a cold voice says from our right. Both Damon and I turn to face Gabe. I haven’t seen him since the day of the car chase. I was hoping he gave up. Looking at Hazel, Gabe adds, “And the third wheel.”

My legs turn to jelly at the implications in his statement. Has he been watching us?

Damon wastes no time stepping in front of the booth. Towering over Gabe, he grabs him by the collar.

“You piece of shit,” Damon says through gritted teeth, attracting stares. “If you ever pull a stunt like that—”