Caught in Us (Lost 3)

"He needed to hear it. I thought I was helping. Sorry."

Several minutes pass in awkward silence, and then Hazel says, "I'm going to bed." Dani opens her mouth, but Hazel cuts her off. "I'm not mad at you, Dani. It's been a long day. Are you coming to sleep, too? Damon, do you need a pillow or something?"

"I don't need a pillow," I say. "Dani, can you stay with me a while longer?" I crack a knowing smile, my gaze dipping to her nipples, which have turned to hard nubs, pressing against her flimsy t-shirt.

"I'll be wearing ear plugs," Hazel announces from the doorway.

"Hazel," Dani says, mortified.

"It's because the hotties above us snore loudly sometimes." By the way Dani narrows her eyes, I can tell no one above them snores. "So, in case you two...you know. No need to worry about me." With that, she disappears into the room. Dani looks after her, stunned. Well...I suppose their friendship has just reached a new l

evel if Hazel pre-emptively uses earplugs.

"Come here," I beckon, moving from the floor to the couch, and Dani immediately straddles me. I wait all of two seconds before sliding a hand under her shirt and cupping her breasts.

"I thought you were tired." A deep throb starts in my jeans. She moves her legs to sit more comfortably, and as she settles over me, she feels my erection pressing against her.

"For this?" I push her shirt up, uncovering her breasts, then take a nipple between my lips, running my tongue over it. "Never." She shudders in my arms as if an electrifying tingle strikes right through her center.

I push her on her back, and she loses her balance for a split-second, but then firmly lodges her feet on the couch as her back lands on the soft cushion. I run my tongue from one nipple to the other, then descend to her navel and linger at the hem of her shorts. She arches her hips, eager for more. Unhitching my lips from her skin, I stand on my knees. I caress her ankles in a sensual gesture, my head tilted to the right. I lift her right leg up, pushing it toward her, my eyes not leaving hers. Then I plant my wet lips on the skin behind her knee.

"Damon," she gasps, her legs wobbling so strongly, I might have kissed her directly on her folds.

"You like that?"

"Yes," she says in surprise.

"I know something you'll like even more."

"Oh, yeah?" she challenges. "What?"

"Mmm..." I dip my fingers in the elastic band of her pajama shorts, pulling them down her legs in slow motion. I blow a whiff of air over her dripping slit and she closes her eyes, biting her lower lip hard.

"Oh," she growls when I spread her wetness up and down her slit with my fingers.

"I want to kiss you here." I press my thumb on her clit, prompting her to dig her nails in the cushion beneath her. Need flares through both of us. I open her knees, settling between them, looking up at her beautiful face while I bury my lips in her crotch. My tongue laps up and down her wetness while my fingers pinch her clit playfully, then dance in a rhythmic swing that drives her blind with pleasure. She closes her eyes, as if lightheaded and hoping to pull herself together. I won't give her that chance.

I plunge my tongue inside her while my fingers continue to circle her clit.

"Oh, no, no, no..." She groans. My thoughts scatter as I watch her, my pulse ratcheting up to an impossible speed. I become painfully aware of the tension building at the base of my spine. "Pillow," she mutters. "Need...pillow." She dislodges one of the pillows, pulling it over her face and biting into it hard as her orgasm erupts inside her, making her burn and spasm around my tongue.

A few minutes later, she discards the pillow, throwing it on the floor, drawing in a lungful of air. I watch her chest heave up and down and then kiss my way up to her neck, and then finally hovering over her mouth. I get rid of my clothes. My rock-hard erection presses against her inner thigh.

"I want you so badly," I say raggedly. She palms my erection, pumping her hand along its length. I swallow hard. "I don't have a condom."

"I started birth control pills ten days ago. We don't need a condom," she says. I hesitate, though my entire body is rigid with the effort of controlling myself. "You don't trust me?"

"Of course I do." Tapping my fingers on her shoulder, I plant a soft kiss on her cheek, trailing my lips to her ear. "It's just that I've always used a condom."

"Then this will be the first time. I finally get to be your first at something."

"I had many firsts with you, Dani." I catch her earlobe between my teeth, tugging at it gently. "You are the first woman who made me feel alive, the first one I've fallen in love with. And you will be the last one," I whisper. She tips her head up, kissing me, answering my unspoken question. She wants me to be her last love, too. She guides my erection to her entrance, even though her body is still recovering from the orgasm.

"God." I bury my head in her neck as I slide inside her, cupping her ass cheeks with both hands. "Dani... Oh, fuck." My next words stumble out in an incomprehensive sentence. Dani isn't doing any better. She seems unable to breathe properly, let alone talk. The feel of skin on skin, caressing her inner flesh without barrier, is out of this world. "You feel so good. We are never using condoms again."

"I'm right there with you." Her words come out in such a weak whisper I almost don't hear her. I pull out of her and lift her legs on my shoulders, positioning a cushion under her ass. I plunge inside her again, deeper than ever, making her thighs quiver. My hands graze over her legs, my nails digging in her thighs while I cover her ankles with lavish kisses. Then I tilt slightly forward, changing the angle. It drives her crazy. Sweat forms on my forehead, falling in small drops right above her clit. It's such a turn-on, I almost come this very second, but I force myself to breathe in and out, to last longer.

"Touch me," she begs, looking at me. Her eyes widen, but she is beyond shame at this point. I flick my fingers over her clit, slowly making us both come undone.