“You have charcoal on your nose.”
I wasn’t surprised.
“Wipe it off.”
“My hands are a little full at the minute.”
He cupped my behind roughly, and when I scowled up at him, he grinned.
“Five minutes,” he said. “I’ll be quick.”
“No, ye’ won’t,” I countered. “Ye’ say ye’ll be quick, then when we get goin’, ye’ll take your feckin’ time, and ye’ know it.”
Damien pressed his lips together, and when he smiled, his dimples creased his cheeks.
“If ye’ get me into our bedroom, ye’ know I’m gonna fall asleep by the time we’re finished, and that means I’ll be where I’m at right now with me sketch. Tonight is the first night in a long while that I’ve gotten a lot done on it.”
“What if I don’t let you sleep?”
I deadpanned. “Ye’ll give in to me if I whine that I’m tired, and ye’ know it.”
Damien didn’t disagree; he only dipped his head to hide his tantalising grin. He brushed the tip of his nose against mine and flexed his hands around my behind. The simple action sent a shiver racing up my spine, and my back involuntarily arched, pushing my breasts against Damien’s chest. He hummed, seemingly satisfied, and before I could tell him to back off, his lips brushed over my jawline, then skimmed down my neck before they latched on my sweet spot where he sucked and flicked his tongue back and forth over the sensitive flesh.
“Damien.”
The second I heard how breathless and needy my voice was when I moaned his name, I knew I was a goner.
“Bedroom,” I rasped. “Now.”
“No,” he replied, feather kissing my neck. “I wanna fuck you in here.”
My eyes crossed, too focused on the tingling sensation gifted by his lips.
“But—”
“No buts.” Damien nipped my skin with his teeth. “Turn around and bend over.”
My knees almost buckled beneath me, but when I swallowed and had control of myself, I turned around and shamelessly pushed my behind against Damien’s erect cock, making him hiss. A smirk curved at my lips, but it was wiped away when I was bent forward over my desk, and Damien’s hand came down and swatted my behind. I yelped in surprise.
“Damien!”
He chuckled, darkly. “That’ll teach you to tease me.”
“I can’t believe ye’ just—Damien!”
The invasion of his warm, wet tongue against my underwear had me balling my hands into fists. I groaned out loud when my knickers were tugged to the side, and Damien licked up and down my slit before he plunged his tongue deep inside me. I bucked my hips back against his face, and he chuckled.
“You always try to fuck my mouth when I have you positioned like this.”
“Because,” I hissed, “it feels fuckin’ amazin’.”
His hands moved up to my behind, and he squeezed me.
“Let me hear you,” Damien said before he resumed his toe-curling torture.
I couldn’t contain my moans if someone had paid me to do so. I was sure I could give a porn star a run for her money, and when I once told Damien that, he wholeheartedly agreed. I was not a silent lover, and Damien loved that.
“Damien,” I rasped. “Please, no more. Just fuck me already.”
Usually, I loved when he tongued me to orgasm, but at times, I just needed to have him fuck me into bliss. This was one of those times. I licked my lips when his mouth moved upwards. He kissed my arse, then my lower back, pushing my shirt upwards as he moved. Then he fisted his hand in my hair and tugged on it until my back was arched.
“I love fucking you when your spine is curved like this,” Damien hummed as he flattened his palm on my lower back. “Keep that arch.”
When he suddenly thrust into me, I lost the arch for about a second before Damien tugged on my hair once more until I got it back.
“I’m gonna kill you for pullin’ me … fuck! Do it harder!”
Damien’s chuckle was low as he fucked me and pulled my hair at the same time. I never like my hair being touched until he set a steady pace and my body confused the stinging pain with pleasure. It wasn’t much, but it gave me a thrill each time he pulled on it and slammed into me at the same time.
“Do you know how fucking sexy it is to watch my cock slide in and out of you?” Damien grunted as the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the silent room. “I want to bite your ass when your flesh jiggles as I slam into you. Christ, you really are … so. Fucking. Sexy.”
I pushed back against him, earning a hiss and another swat to my behind.
“So demanding,” Damien mused.
I reached down to my parted thighs and played with my clit as he fucked me, and when I brought myself to the edge of an orgasm, my body became tense.