“You don’t have to take it all,” Damon says, his voice breathless. “Do what you like being done to you. You’ll know if I like it.”
In that case, I grip the base of him with my hand, and the heel of my palm makes circles on his balls.
“Fuck yes,” he hisses.
I continue to pump my hand while I suck the tip of him in my mouth and slowly move down his shaft. My tongue finds that sensitive vein on the underside of his dick, and if the oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck that comes out of his mouth has anything to say, I guess he likes that.
His encouragement turns me on the most, and my dick leaks. I need to touch myself. My spare hand reaches between my legs, and Damon’s “Ughnamlgh” has our eyes locking.
“So hot watching you touch yourself. I’m gonna …”
I suck harder with my mouth. He comes on a strangled cry, and he fills my mouth. I’m hit with more of his saltiness, and the taste has me shooting all over my hand and on his thigh. The orgasm makes my brain short-circuit, and I’m cut off from the rest of my body.
I can’t even bring myself to climb up next to him right now. Flopping onto the mattress, I roll onto my side, my face right next to his crotch.
“A-plus for effort,” Damon pants. “B-minus for technique. We’ll work on it.”
I try to slap his ass, but my arms are lead, and I can only reach his leg. “Ass.”
“I’m kidding, I swear. That was …”
“Awesome?”
“Yeah. That. Come up here.” His hand runs through my hair.
“Hey, you’re supposed to be tied up.”
“Like you said, it was loose. Come. Up. Here.”
I wiggle my way up next to him, and he wraps an arm around my shoulders and brings me into his side.
“Regrets?” he asks quietly, as if expecting me to say yes and kick him out.
“Can’t regret coming like a motherfucker twice in one night.”
“Do you want me to get out? I know how you manwhores hate when a hookup outstays their welcome.”
I pull back. “You think this was a hookup? After I told you I want to date you?”
Damon shrugs. “I thought the dating was going to be separate to … uh …”—he waves his hand around—“this.”
“Granted, I haven’t dated a lot of people—okay, no one—but isn’t it all the same? I want you to stay the night.”
“Can we at least clean up before we pass out?”
I roll on top of him and cover more of him in my come. “Can’t move.”
“We’ll have a quick shower. Together.”
“Sold.” I jump out of bed and practically race him to my bathroom.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
DAMON
It’s been too long since I woke up next to someone. I’m not including the weekend I spent at Maddox’s parents’ house, because that’s not like this. Not with my dick resting in the cleft of his bare ass while I spoon him.
I wasn’t lying last night when I said I usually like to top, and being this close to his ass is making morning wood more than uncomfortable. But with Maddox, if he rolled over right now and told me he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn’t hesitate. In fact, the thought of it alone has me groaning into the back of his neck as I try to wake him with kisses.
His hand swats my head. “It’s not morning yet.”
“Yeah, it is.”
He reaches for his phone on the nightstand, and the screen lights up. “It’s already nine? My—” There’s a knock at the door. “Right on time.”
“Who’s that?” I ask.
“My birth mother.”
“Your what?” I exclaim.
“You see what you miss when you avoid me? Get up and get dressed. I’ll explain later.”
Maddox mentioned something last night about family drama, but then we got too distracted to get into it. I jump up and dress as fast as I can, just in time for Maddox to let the blonde woman into his apartment. She drags a suitcase behind her.
“Aunt Cheri, this is Damon,” Maddox says.
“Ah, the boyfriend,” she says, her voice warm and smile-friendly.
“Ah, the birth mother …” My voice goes up at the end as if it’s a question. Maddox’s aunt is his mother?
Maddox turns to his aunt … mother … person. “Sorry, I kinda just sprung this on him. He’s been busy lately, and we haven’t spent any time together. Not exactly the type of conversation you have over the phone.”
Cheri nods. “Of course. How are you doing with it all now? I know it was a shock, but—”
“Mom and Dad will always be my parents, but I’m glad to get the answers to questions I’ve had forever. And I want to help you any way I can.”
“Help?” I ask, even though I probably shouldn’t. It’s not my business.
“Aunt Cheri needs a place to crash for a few days while she undergoes experimental treatment here in the city. She has MS.”