“Ezra, I could easily fuck you right now, and believe me, I want nothing more, but you’re not ready. I’m too big for you, and I will only hurt you.” I lower my gaze from his disconsolately and hear Damien sigh before he tucks his fingers under my chin and tilts my head so that I could look at him. “I need to stretch you out a little bit before we attempt to have sex, or you’ll tear.”
Damien’s eyes search mine, and he drops a kiss on my lips before he sets me down on my feet again. “Finish your shower.” He says, and I watch him step out of the shower and wrap a towel around his waist before he disappears. I press my head back against the tiles and close my eyes, desperately attempting to ignore the pinch his rejection has left lingering on my heart. I finish my shower and wrap a towel around myself before I walk out of the bathroom.
When I walk into the bedroom, I see Damien sitting on the edge of the bed in only a pair of black Armani boxer shorts. I sigh inwardly, he looks so damn good, and I hate it. Damien lifts his gaze from his cell and looks at me. “Come here.” He commands, setting his phone on the side, and I move over to him. I watch him closely when he places his large hands on my waist over the towel and draws me closer to stand between his legs.
Damien undoes the towel, and it falls off my body, landing around our feet. When his hands brush up the sides of my legs, I feel my heart rate quicken. Damien grips my hips and lifts me till I was straddling him. His long fingers curl around the nape of my neck, and he draws my mouth to his, hungrily claiming my mouth, kissing me avidly. Our tongues glide over one another idly, savoring in one another's taste before I feel myself being lifted and laid back on the bed.
I open my eyes and groan with displeasure when he pulls away from our kiss, leaving me in a stupor. Damien gazes down at me before he leans over and opens the drawer near his bed. My eyes follow him, and I see he pulls out a flesh-colored dildo. I gulp and watch him wide-eyed as he sits back on his heels.
“What’s that for?” I question warily, and he smiles a little, leaning over and staring into my eye intently.
“Prep.”
I gasp when he pulls my legs apart, and his fingers stroke through my folds. I was still sensitive from my punishment, so I shudder under his touch, and my hips jerk up off the bed. “Relax, Ezra,” Damien demands, fixing me with an authoritative stare.
My heart was beating a mile a minute, my chest rising and falling rapidly as I try to catch my breath. My eyes are glued to Damien, watching his every move as he picks up a bottle of lubricant and squirts some on his index and middle finger before he spreads it over my entrance. “Ahhh.” I moan when he slides a finger inside me. I bite my lip when he removes his finger, and I’m left missing the feeling of being filled. “You ready?” Damien questions pressing the dildo against my entrance. I grasp his wrist and gaze up at him.
“Damien, I don’t want to lose it to a…toy.” I almost whisper, and he smirks.
“Ezra, we’re not going deep enough to break your hymen. We’re just going to stretch you a little, so you’re familiar with the sensation. All right?” I exhale and nod, removing my hand from around his wrist and fisting the bed covers. “It’s going to hurt, but you say stop, and we stop, okay?” I nod and swallow the giant lump of nerves that formed in my throat. “Take a deep breath.” I do as he says and inhale deeply and lose my breath when a sharp pain shoots through me when he slowly pushes the dildo into me.
“Ahhh, fuck!” I hiss and still, fisting the covers tight. Instinctively my legs close, but Damien holds them apart.
“Breathe, Ezra,” Damien tells me soothingly, dropping a kiss on my inner thigh. The pain was unlike anything I have ever experienced in my life. It burned and ached all the same time.
“Ow, shit, shit, shit… oh my God, it hurts.” I whimper, tears rolling down the side of my face.
“I know it does, baby, just breathe. It’s barely inside you. I won’t move until you’re ready.” Damien states, observing me closely. The pain eases a little, and I nod, releasing a quivering breath. “You’re trembling. Do you want to stop?” I shake my head with a whimper.
“No, no, just distract me, please...”
Damien leans over me, and I peel my eyes open and look up at him. “I promise you it will get easier, and it will start to feel good, but you need bear this part out.” He whispers, his lips brushing over mine while he speaks in a slow and gruff manner. The feel of his lips on mine momentarily helps me forget about the excruciating pain between my legs. “It’s going to feel so good you’ll never want to stop. You’ll be begging for more.” I groan when he brushes my lips apart with his and licks my tongue teasingly.
“Damien,” I moan into his mouth, and we kiss fervidly until he pushes the toy deeper, and I cry out.
“You okay?” Damien whispers, pressing his forehead to mine, and I nod. Damien kisses me again and gradually moves the toy in and out of me till the uncomfortable ache ebbs away, and I’m moaning in pleasure.
“Ohh God, Damien, I want you, please.” I whimper against his mouth, and he draws back to look down at me. The burning desire he held in his eyes made my stomach flip.
“Ezra—” I press my fingers to his lips, silencing him before he refuses again.
“Please.” We stare at one another, and I detect the hesitation in his eyes.
“I will hurt you.” He admits, his eyes briefly close when I brush my fingers down his neck, and his Adams apple jumps in his throat. “I don’t do gentle and sweet, Ezra, I’ll fucking ruin you.”
“Then ruin me,” I whisper, gazing into his eyes while he searches mine. I pull him down and kiss him long and deep, not giving him the time to deliberate. I was so lost in our kiss that I hadn’t noticed he had removed the toy.
I sigh when he moves back from me and peels his boxers off before he leans over to his nightstand and pulls the drawer open, retrieving a condom. I watch him in admiration while he rips the foil with his teeth and rolls the rubber sheath down his rock-hard length.
Damien looks down at me whilst I peer up at him, spread out and ready to be claimed by him. “Are you sure about this?”
The intense desire burning in the depths of Damien’s silver gaze made my insides quiver with need. My friends often told me that I would know when I was ready to take the next step, and I did.
At that very moment, while he was watching me, I wanted nothing more. I give Damien a short nod and spread my legs wider for him. The corner of his mouth twitches at my gesture before he takes his bottom lip between his teeth and lowers himself on top of me.
Having him on top of me, between my legs, all muscular and exuding masculinity, strength, and control, made me feel a type of way I couldn’t quite fathom. Damien presses his forehead to mine while his large hand glides up my right thigh, stopping to grab a hand full of my ass and squeezes till I gasp. “This is going to hurt. If you can’t take it, just say, and we stop. Understood?” I nod, and my body involuntarily starts to tremble when he presses himself at my entrance. Damien notices and dips his head and kisses me slow but possessively. Our tongues clash, nipping, biting, and sucking wildly. My mind was in a haze until I felt him push himself into me. I stiffen and rip my mouth away from his when I lose my breath.
“Breathe, baby,” Damien whispers comfortingly, though his voice strained. I bury my face into his neck, and my fingers splay against his muscular back. Damien presses a kiss to my shoulder while he remains still as I pant through the stinging between my legs.